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was listening to “Hiedra Venenosa” by Johnny Laboriel, as one does, and thought of Isabella Thorpe akshshdhgd

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Ghost x asmr artist reader

2.2k | fluff Simon had a pepper problem and a pasta dilemma

Simon stilled when he heard it. In the middle of the deserted pasta aisle, his hand froze mid-air as he reached for a box.

That voice.

He threw the box into his basket and rounded the corner into the next aisle. The staff you thanked had walked away, leaving you to scan the wall of bottled spices.

He blinked. Could it really be, or was it another trick of his mind? What was the end game here anyway? He had no excuse to be staring for more than 5 seconds.

You turned to him. He noticed the little startle before you shoved your phone back in your pocket.

Was it scarier if he slipped away now? But curiosity got the best of him and he made his way to stand next to you. You took a step sideways, giving him space.

He needed to confirm he wasn’t imagining it.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry, which pepper would you recommend, white or black?”

You blinked up at him before answering. “It depends on what you’re cooking, but in general I’d rather white.”

It really was you, wasn’t it? That voice was unmistakeable, always soothing and sweet.

You pointed. “This is the brand I use. It smells better than the rest.”

He recognised your gentle hands, fingers nimble and nails neat as you completed tasks on camera. There was no denying it now.

Your quiet cooking videos were one of the only things left that offered him calmness, especially on those nights away on missions, giving him tingles in all the right places, and shamefully, the wrong ones too sometimes.

Simon wasn’t picky – he always appreciated any sort of warm food, but he especially loved women who cooked. But you and your voice? There was something so soft and domestic about you making these meals with care – a taste he craved.

Could you really blame a soldier with no one to come home to for having a little crush?

It was silly, he knew. But it didn’t stop him for commissioning you to cook his late mum’s recipes. Having you say his name always made his heart flutter.

“Thank you,” he grunted, dropping the item into his basket.

“You’re welcome.” You flashed him a smile before going back to the herbs in front of you. You took a bottle and turned away.

“Ah- I’m sorry,“ he managed, flustered by your sudden exit. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but you make those videos, don’t you? I recognised your voice.”

You grinned, turning to him.

“I just wanted to thank you,” he said. “Your videos comfort me a lot.”

“I’m happy to hear. Thank you for watching.”

Simon wanted to tug his beanie over his face because as you walked away, he was unmoving with a racing heart and a blush over his pale cheeks.

Life carried on. Deployments with the 141 occupied his mind most of the time, but if Simon was lucky, he’d hop online to a new video of yours. Despite the uncomfortable circumstances, your quiet yet crisp voice always sent him into a restful slumber.

The chance encounter only fuelled his attraction. Knowing the kind smile behind the sweetest voice felt like an intimate secret, one you shared with him and only him - not with the rest of your few thousand subscribers.

So months and a few more commissions later, when he saw you again at the same supermarket, he could only chew on his lip and turn away. He didn’t need to slip further into delusion. That, and he didn’t want to scare you with his staring problem. It was clear how ominous he was to strangers with his size and unsmiling face.

But when he was once again in the pasta aisle, torn between spaghetti and fettuccine, that voice blessed his ears.

“Hiya.”

He turned to you smiling up at him. “You remember me?” he asked incredulously.

“Hard to forget you.” Your face dropped. “Oh, no, I didn’t-  I meant you’re easy to remember. You’re tall-“

He gave you a crooked smile. He could only blame the weather for the heat rising up his neck. “I get that a lot.”

“Well, I wanted to ask how you liked the pepper.”

“It tasted like pepper.”

You laughed and he wanted to bite his lip. He felt like a schoolboy at a loss for words in front of a pretty girl.

His gaze dropped to your hefty basket. Minced meat, potatoes, carrots, a bag of peas… You nestled a box of pasta on one side.

“Making Shepherd’s pie tonight.”

He nodded. It was his favourite, especially his mum’s.

“Someone sent in a recipe for a video, and it’s absolutely delicious. I’ve been making it at least once a month ever since.”

“Simon?”

“Yes! You’ve seen it?”

More times that I’d like to admit. “It’s me. I sent you it.”

“Oh, I can’t believe it’s you! You’ve always been too generous with your tips.” You beamed. “The last recipe you sent, I promise I’ll get around to it next week. It’s just work has been ultra busy.”

“The brownies? Don’t worry about it. Take your time.”

“You know what, don’t tip me anymore. Send me a recipe whenever. You always have wonderful ones.”

He wasn’t going to stop, but he nodded anyway and the both of you lingered.

You averted your gaze. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

“I’m done.” He popped both the spaghetti and fettuccine into his basket.

“Right. Well, I’m just heading to the check out now.”

“I can help you with that if you’d like.” He gestured at your shopping.

“Thank you so much.”

As he stood in the short queue (a respectful distance behind you of course), he tossed a few boxes of creme eggs into his basket.

“I haven’t had those in forever.”

“They’re decent.”

Who was he kidding. They were more than decent. He’d developed a terrible sweet tooth ever since he enlisted; always grateful of whatever he could get his hands on. But creme eggs? He had to grab them before they were gone.

You laughed. “I think it’s only fitting to top your brownies with something you like.” You popped a box into your basket.

Could he like you any more? He would die for a bite.

“Sounds lovely. I’m looking forward to it.”

Your smile lingered before turning to the cashier to settle your shopping. When it was his turn, you waited for him on the side. He hauled his bag over his shoulder, still insisting on carrying yours as you exited the supermarket.

“I’ll help you to your car.”

“I walked here. Unless you want to walk me back home?” you teased.

“I do, if you’d let me,” he deadpanned.

“You don’t even know if I live nearby.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You smiled up at him a moment longer. “Would you like to stay for dinner? It should be done in about an hour, if you’ve got the time.”

Can’t say no to you. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”

You led the short walk to your flat as he tried to not gawk at the way breeze ran its fingers through your hair. While you put your belongings away, Simon took his grey hoodie and cap off, and draped them over the back of the dining chair. He combed his hair back with his fingers, hoping his hat hair wasn’t terrible. He caught the double take you did at his tattooed arm.

You put on instrumental music and pulled out a stack of recipes from the cabinet. Simon’s Shepherd’s pie, you’d scrawled onto the card.

“I can help with the mash.” He ripped open the bag of potatoes.

You simmered a pot of water as he peeled and cut the potatoes before you prepared the meat filling next to him.

It had been forever since he was in a kitchen with another soul. And although he wasn’t very sure of his own skills, watching your videos so much paid off.

In real life you were much quicker, but just as graceful and firm with your movements as you chopped and stirred. The rich scent of caramelised meat drifting in the room wrapped around him like a warm blanket.

“You’re definitely the better cook here.” You tipped the filling into a large baking dish.

He reloaded the steaming potato pieces into the ricer. “No, if I’m honest I’m pretty shit at it.”

You laughed. “But you’re really good with knives.”

Probably not the kitchen kind. “I was an apprentice butcher before I enlisted.” He pressed down on the ricer with ease.

“Huh.”

“Really, I’m lousy at best.” His lips curled into a fond smile. “My mum was fantastic though. The recipes were hers.”

There was a beat. “I’m sorry, Simon.”

“S’fine.” He glanced up at you before going back to his task. “She’s in a better place.”

While the pie baked, he helped clean up the kitchen and make tea. You set the table before putting away your shopping.

“I’m going to have one while we wait.” You turned to him, showing him a creme egg. “You want to share?”

Simon gave you a sheepish smile as he nodded.

Between sips of tea, you enjoyed your own halves of the chocolate wordlessly, the music melting into the background. He wished he had more to say, but the small smile you wore told him you didn’t mind the silence.

The savoury aroma glided past the thin gaps of the oven, swirling and dancing between you and him. His appetite was losing its patience. He let out a silent sigh, taking in your kitchen, your home, before it flattened once more into a mere video on his screen at the end of the night.

When the oven dinged, you promptly put on your mitts.

“It looks mint,” he said as you placed the dish in the middle of the table.

“Team effort. It took much less time with you helping.” You scooped a serving onto his plate. ”I know I’m supposed to wait for it cool down a bit, but I’m impatient.”

He chuckled. “Me too.”

He waited until you took a bite before taking his own, and his breath caught. His brows furrowed as lump formed in his throat.

Had the ground cracked and plunged him into a glitched universe? He was once more in Manchester, 10 years younger, finally home after a long day at the butcher, his mum and brother waiting at the table with the piping hot dish in the middle of it.

He placed his fork down, chills down his spine.

“Simon?” you asked quietly. “You alright?”

He pressed a palm over his eyes, but he couldn’t help the choke that followed as a tear slipped.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “It’s- it’s just like the one she made.”

You dragged your seat next to his and rubbed his shoulder.

The last thing he wanted to do in front of you was shed a tear, but there he was, some hulking stranger sobbing on your shoulder as nostalgia held him in a death grip.

It was humiliating to be seen like this – he didn’t remember the last time he cried from feelings, yet the tears wouldn’t cease despite his efforts. But you held him close, and his thick arms wrapped around you. He told himself if he pulled you close enough, it would hurt less.

You stroked his wide back until his breathing eventually evened out. His arms loosened around you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again, wiping his drying tears away. “I’ll just finish this and go.”

“Please, have as much as you’d like. In fact, it would be an honour if you want to take the rest home.”

“Thank you,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes.

You dragged your seat back across him and dinner resumed. Simon savoured each bite with a small smile, chest glowing with the tender memories of Manchester – when it was still more than just a city on the map.

You scooped him another serving. “I mean it. You’re very much welcome to send me more recipes.”

He finally met your gaze, and he held it. “She would have loved you.”

His heart stopped as soon as the words unwittingly rolled off his tongue. Who was he to say that out loud? How dare he have the audacity to even entertain the idea.

A bright smile bloomed on your beautiful face. “Yeah? I think I’d have loved her too.”

Simon’s heart fluttered. Why did you keep doing this to him?

“If you’ve got another hour to spare, would you like to bake brownies with me?”

It was his turn to smile. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

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After much deliberation and some pep-talking from @mykneeshurt, it's here!! Enjoy!!

Fantasy

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— You have an unexpected request for Simon.

Two

Warnings: Dead dove: do not open. Cursing, consensual NC/dubcon, degradation, soft hitting/slapping, fingering (vaginal & barely anal), breeding kink, rough sex. Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It came to you in the middle of the night; an overtly sexual scene on one of the late-night TV shows. Bondage, submission. It intrigued you. It was an odd feeling, one that pushed you far beyond your usual flippant regard for romance shows- it sunk to the deepest parts of you, fluttering with arousal.

You found yourself beneath the stream of the shower that night, touching yourself, fingers between your thighs at the phantom of your husband having every single inch of your body for his every desire.

You'd kept it to yourself, not wanting to scare him, make him think of you differently, like you were a masochist. He wasn't a prude by any means, but your conscience was telling you he might be off-put by your suggestion.

It wasn't that you wanted to be hurt- you just wanted to have him entirely in control. Submit to him, your body and mind. You trusted him, implicitly, after all, but still; you never told a soul what that scene did to you, or what you did afterward.

Simon had an inkling you were hiding something when you'd suddenly told him to slap you while you were mid-climax. He was thrown, unsure whether it was a test of some kind or a trap that he could so easily fall into. To say he didn't want to would be a lie. He did, want to, he just didn't want to hurt you. But he did, softly, enough to sate you for the time being but not long enough to keep the requests at bay.

"You alright?" He asked.

You laid against his chest, his arm wrapped around you lazily, staring at the TV screen while his curiosity ate at him. There must've been some explanation for the recent, new requests you made while beneath him, through clenched teeth and swollen lips.

"Yeah," You sighed, cuddling into his side.

"You sure?" He knew you weren't alright- there was something on your mind. It was given away by the flicker of your gaze, how you'd chew on the inside of your lip when you were anxious.

"I- just..." You trailed off, unsure where to even start. How to soften the blow, make it seem less gruesome than it sounded.

"Out with it," He interjected, his eyes meeting yours when you lifted your chin to look at him.

"I have this thing, this fantasy, I guess, that I've been thinking about," You started, sitting up a bit higher. He was already intrigued, just watching your eyes light up. "I'd really like you to just... fuck me."

He quirked a brow up. "Already do," He nearly grinned, amused at your shyness while approaching the topic.

"No- like, hard. In your uniform. Degrade me, slap me, don't take no for answer." You held your breath, eyes widening as you stared at him.

He pursed his lips, staring at you for a moment before he nodded slowly. "You sure that's somethin' you want?"

"I can't stop thinking about it," You sighed, your hands resting on his abdomen as you sat up.

"How long?"

"Not long," You said.

He nodded again, thoughtfully, thinking over your suggestion while his Adam's apple shamefully bobbed in his throat. The mere suggestions of filthy things from your lips made him sweat.

"Alright." He was firm and decisive.

"You'd tell me if you didn't want to, right?"

"Yeah."

"You're okay with it? You like it?" Your teeth chewed at your lip.

He was even more amused now. "Whenever you're ready."

You smiled. His willingness had your pussy fluttering already, liquified warmth sloshing around in your abdomen. "You'd use me, like the slut I am?" Your fingers ghosted the muscles of his torso, teasing.

He could already feel his cock getting hard, his blood turning to ice in his veins as it travelled to his groin.

"Be a pleasure to, sweetheart." He was grinning, his imagination overactive while he thought over your offer.

It wasn't immediate; there was much more to be discussed, which the two of you deliberated over dinner and bedtime routines. A safe word, boundaries.

He was just as enthusiastic as you. In fact, he'd spent a few early-morning showers with his cock in his hand; long, languid strokes while he imagined his sweet, innocent, wife, on your knees, choking on his cock. At his disposal. He let his forehead rest against the shower wall, the warm stream of water washing away every sinful thought until it hit him all over again.

Now that you'd mentioned it, been the one to bare your desires, he wished he'd said something sooner. Told you how badly he wanted to fill you with his cum, while you couldn't do a damn thing about it. Then, he wouldn't be on edge most of the day, fighting an erection at just the thought of you.

You were fucking filthy, he knew that. He could see it in your eyes anytime you had sex- the whines and gasps you let out when he was a little too rough. You liked it. You liked letting him have control of you, letting go of responsibility to choose or decide. Being manhandled tended to get you off faster than anything, and he noticed.

He came home from work a bit later than anticipated, approaching midnight on a Friday. It wasn't unusual, not in his line of work, but still made your heart leap to hear him come home safe.

He strode in, covered in his fatigues, mask over his face. You'd busied yourself with cleaning before that, relaxing on the couch afterward, flipping through channels until you'd landed on a semi-entertaining show.

"Hey baby," You called over your shoulder, eyes averting back to the screen. "How was work?"

He didn't answer for a few moments, before he appeared beside you, moving to sit down. Your brows furrowed at the image of him- he didn't usually wear his mask at home. You decided against asking him about it when he let out a tired sigh.

"Fuckin' tirin'," He answered, his arm reached the back of the couch.

"Sorry to hear that," You frowned. "Can I make you something to eat?"

He smiled; the sweetness you exuded, practically seeping from every pore, made him weak.

"S'alright," He sighed, shaking his head.

You moved closer, cuddling into his side with open arms. Your head laid on his chest, watching the flashing images on the screen.

His eyes landed on your robe. You'd showered. Smelled like absolute heaven, wearing nothing but the silk wrap. Your thighs and calves peeked out from beneath the fabric, every slight movement further teasing the curve of your ass. You'd adjust it back over your shoulder when it slid down, unknowingly revealing your cleavage, showing a bit too much of your body for him to resist any longer.

"Could use a cheerin' up," He said suddenly.

Your head tilted up, "Anything, babe."

"Take it off," He spoke resolutely, not a question, or suggestion. It was an order. "The robe."

You were taken off guard, not expecting such a harsh demand as soon as he stepped through the door, but your mind quickly caught up with the fantasy you'd discussed at length- and suddenly it was so easy to do as he asked. Your body temperature rose a few degrees with the tone of authority in his voice.

Your hands untied the belt of your robe, letting it fall from your shoulders. You were bare, at his mercy as his eyes raked down your form. You shivered- not just from being exposed, but the overwhelming flutter of anticipation in your abdomen.

"Been thinkin' about you all day," A soft touch on your cheek made your eyes drift closed, leaning into his hand. He sighed- restrained and controlled. "Had a hard-on all fuckin' day cause o' you. You oughta fix that. On your knees."

His thighs spread, making room for you between them.

You slid down to the floor, kneeling before him with those wide, doe-eyes he found fucking irresistible.

"You remember your safeword?" He asked, his other arm now hooking around the back of the couch.

You repeated it back to him, earning a strangled inhale of arousal.

"Undo my trousers."

Your fingers worked quickly over the button and zipper, waiting with burning anticipation for your next order. Your hands laid on your lap, a pretty picture of obedience that he more than wanted to take advantage of.

"Go on," He nodded. "Put those lips to good use."

The permission nearly made you leap forward, yanking his briefs down to release his erect cock from his pants. Your lips wrapped around him, soft and gentle at first, before you inhaled, taking him deeper into your mouth.

His head fell back, a deep groan leaving his lips. Your tongue was warm and wet over his cock, eager as it slid up and down alongside your plush lips.

"Thaaaat's it," He blew a harsh breath from his lips.

Your eyes lifted to watch him, his fists clenching, his thighs flexing. Saliva pooled in your mouth, the excess dribbling from your lips to run down your chin, landing on your breasts.

He leaned closer, his hands reaching out to massage your breasts, thumbs running across your perked nipples.

You were enthusiastic, offering him nothing but fervent pleasure. You wanted to please him- to make him forget about the day, while also greedily savouring the way he touched you and bluntly told you what to do.

You pulled away, wiping the saliva from your face. "Enjoying yourself?" You quipped, raising a brow.

His head rolled forward, eyes piercing yours with an unforgiving intensity. His fingers gripped your jaw, tugging you closer. His eyes flickered between yours, before he laid a harsh slap against your cheek.

"No talkin' unless I ask you a question."

You gasped- your eyes fluttering shut, a tingle running up your spine. You straightened, turning your head back to look at him.

"Didn't say stop, dirty fuckin' whore." He leaned back, still focused on you.

You inhaled, a shaky breath accompanied by your racing heart, it was exhilarating, exacerbating the warmth inside you that spread like a wildfire. Your mouth opened to take his cock in your mouth again. You were softer this time, a bit apprehensive, knowing he did have what it took to punish you.

"Do I have to do it for you?" He asked, low and threatening.

You shook your head.

"Then get on with it. Know you can do better than that- suck my cock like a good whore."

You weren't entirely present, your head still reeling with the rush of arousal.

He groaned disapprovingly, his hands reaching your head, suddenly slamming it down. You gagged, sputtering and coughing as he continued to push harder, dragging you back up before another unrelenting shove. His abs flexed as he thrusted into your mouth, making your eyes and nose sting, tears gathering in your eyes.

He was groaning, leaning forward as both hands rested on your head, forcing your mouth and throat as far as possible, intent on making you beg for air. Your body lurched, your throat bulging as his cock plunged behind your uvula.

"Fuuuuck," He breathed.

His hand wrapped around your throat, feeling the head of his cock lodged inside your trachea, mumbling to himself with utter disbelief.

He could hear you desperately sucking in air through your nose, and finally relented. You gasped as you lifted your head- coughing. He chuckled. Low and menacing, entertained by the expression of pain and horror on your face.

"You ain't done," He said. "Keep suckin' my fuckin' cock."

Your eyes watered, dripping down your face, saliva and dry tears staining your cheeks. You inhaled again, your tongue reaching out first before you took him in your mouth.

His hands were there again, though this time he gripped your hair, helping you up and down the length of his cock. Soft slurps and grunts from you made his head roll back again, basking in the utter worship you offered his cock. Eager, searching for praise.

"Christ," He growled. "You like my cock in your mouth, don't you?"

Your eyes fluttered up to meet his, tears still spilling from the clumped lashes of your waterline, nodding slowly.

"Course you do," He huffed. "You're a fuckin' slag."

You shut your eyes, a quiet moan vibrating against his cock. You relished in the praise, even the degradation from him made you wet. Your hand slid between your thighs, desperate for some kind of contact to ease the ache. When he looked down at you, catching sight of your nostrils flaring, eyes shut- he saw your fingers running circles over your clit.

"The fuck are you doin'?" He asked, sitting up.

You stopped, waiting expectantly for his reaction. He did, and with a disapproving head shake, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

"Can't resist touchin' that cunt, you greedy fuckin' slut."

He lifted you to your feet, practically dragging you through the hall to the bedroom, where he let you fall back onto the bed.

"You wanna be used, sweetheart?" He asked, towering over you as you leaned back on your elbows. "Oughta treat you like the right whore you are."

"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."

"Spread your legs," He ordered.

You did, and his hand came down swiftly against the flesh of your pussy. You cried out.

"Shut the fuck up," He growled. "Or I'll leave you here."

"I'll be quiet," You nodded. "I'll be quiet, please."

"That's right, beg for it. Beg me t'ruin this cunt."

Your hands twisted the bedsheets between your fingers, knuckles bleeding white.

"Please, ruin it. Ruin me."

He hummed- not quite satisfied but he was too selfish not to continue.

He lifted his mask, enough that his lips could press against the flesh of your breasts, sucking harshly to leave deep, reddened splotches of broken capillaries. His hands reached your wrists, pinning them at your sides while he tugged at your nipples with sharp teeth, listening to your pleading whimpers and soft cries every time he'd bite a little too hard.

He reached the expanse of your inner thighs, holding both wrists with one hand, he let the other caress you softly before his now-bare palm would strike against them. You flinched, thighs closing together inadvertently, stifling the shout out of surprise and pain. He let his saliva shoot out of his mouth to your pussy, before leaning down and absolutely devouring your clit.

You arched your back. A relieved sigh, echoing around the room, low moans as he sucked and licked at you, sloppy, messy. His biceps hugged your thighs, tugging you closer. He nipped and bit at your clit, eliciting a twitch in your hips, harsh exhales when he'd envelope your clit in his mouth, caressing his tongue over it with reckless abandon.

On the third orgasm, you tried to push him away, tried to wrench your hands from his grip but it was no use. His strength overpowered yours tenfold, and the position was too difficult to slip out of. Your hips twisted, bucking wildly against his face.

"Stop movin'," He growled, his eyes narrowed as they flickered up to yours.

You swallowed, whimpering pitifully instead. Your pussy was drenched but sore.

"Please," You whispered, your head turning to press against the duvet. "No more- can't take anymore."

"Can't take anymore?" He repeated. "You'll keep cummin' until I say so, sweetheart. Y'like it, I know you do."

You let out a low groan at the feeling of his fingers opening you up, sliding into the drenched warmth of your pussy, curling upwards repeatedly.

"I feel how wet you are," He muttered. "You're enjoyin' this."

You grunted. "I-I can't, no more, please," You whimpered, your voice breaking.

"Take it. Know you can take it."

He continued, relentlessly flicking his tongue over your clit, drawing his fingers back and forth inside you. Your body was writhing, tears dragging down the apples of your cheeks. You were overwhelmed, your vision distorted with the fresh tears brewing in your eyes, thoughts flustered and incoherent. It was methodical torture.

"Look at you," He cooed. "Hardly even started yet 'nd you're fuckin' cryin'. You wanna stop?"

You nodded.

"Too fuckin' bad. I ain't done with you yet, love."

You groaned, eyes squeezed shut when your fourth orgasm overtook you. It was brutal, drenching you in sweat, making your hips and thighs ache with how long you'd been flexing to keep steady.

His lips and chin were soaked with your cum when he settled before you. He grabbed your hips, flipping you over. He yanked your arms behind your back, forcing your chest down to the bed, his other hand caressing the soft flesh of your ass that pressed against his pelvis.

He savoured the sight of his wife on her knees, bent over for him to use as he saw fit. His hands pulled at the malleable flesh of your ass, teasing slaps intermittently, soothed by calloused palms.

"Just a hole for me to use, ain't you?"

A quiet sob racked your shoulders- overwhelmed and overstimulated.

He pulled his cock from his pants, stroking roughly a few times before he plunged inside you.

"Fuckin' hell your cunt is tight. Gonna have to make this cock fit, huh?"

You whimpered, a pleading noise that came from your throat as your head fell forward. You took in a deep breath, relaxing into his touch- you trusted him.

A pleased sigh left his lips, he lifted you to his chest by your arms, his dark and mocking voice in your ear as he said, "There's a good girl. 'M gonna fuck you dumb."

The initial strokes were painful, deep and unforgiving, taking far longer than you'd like for him to glide freely in and out. Your teeth bit at your lip, holding in any and all cries building up in your chest, pounding against yours ribs.

"Go on," He groaned. "Wanna hear you scream on my cock."

You took in a shaky breath, your ribs flaring as you inhaled. He had a tight grip on your hands, his other wrapping around your throat, bruising the delicate skin. His shoulders tightened, back flexing as he moved his hips back and forth, using your pussy to massage his cock.

It was hazy, a veil of utter exhaustion having fallen over you. Your cheeks were tight with dry tears, nose running, body sore and contorted in a way that was uncomfortable. But Simon's hands didn't relent and his thrusts were poignant, purposeful and ruthless.

"Tell me how much you love this cock," He grunted, sweat dotting his forehead from his efforts. "Punishin' you like the pathetic whore you are."

"I love it," Your voice was meek, grainy.

A hand met your ass with a harsh impact.

"Can't hear you, speak the fuck up."

"I love it. I love being punished," It sounded pathetic, like complete surrender to his hands.

He grumbled, satisfied with your answer but still not finished his endeavour.

He took a handful of your hair, roughly pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. You were sniffling, your eyes relentlessly leaking with tears.

"Fuckin' pathetic," He growled, his hips meeting your ass as he drove his cock up into you. "Feels good doesn't it? You love takin' this cock, eh sweetheart?"

You nodded, "Yes- yes it feels good, so good- fuck."

"Need a cock in you all the time, like the desperate slag you are."

"I do," You whimpered, your lip trembling as your eyes shifted to look at him.

His released you, forcing you to the bed while he slammed his cock in and out of you. Your arms bent at an uncomfortable angle on your back, hips positioned so he could dive deep inside you.

You were hardly stifling the sobs now, your lips parted as you gasped for air. His hand reached down against your cheek, his palm pressing your face further into the bed.

"You keep on cryin', I ain't stoppin' 'til this cunt is full of my cum."

His thumb traced over the tight entrance above your pussy, pressing every so lightly, teasing- the way he knew you liked. You couldn't suppress the moan that crawled up your throat.

"Might just try this hole next." He lifted you again, pressed tightly against his chest as he cupped your ass, parting your cheeks for better access.

You shook your head, quiet protests falling from your lips, barely audible.

"Think you'd like it up your arse." He was smug, relishing in your helplessness.

You couldn't help but moan as he whispered the filthy and depraved words in your ear. You were still protesting his suggestion, though with less conviction as you felt your abdomen tighten, flutters of pleasure dancing through your clit.

"I'd rather fill this cunt tonight," He said, his hand wrapping around your waist to reach your clit. "Put a kid in you. Use this cunt just how I like."

Your whines had turned to moans, back arching even further with each stroke of his fingers, every thrust inside you. He could feel the muscles inside you squeezing down, pushing against his cock- and it made him twitch.

"Be a good slag for me-" His breath against your ear made you shiver. "Cum on my cock."

You did- toes curling, crying out with unbridled pleasure, eyes watering, wrenching violently against his hands keeping you in place. Your heart pounded in your chest, sucking in deep breaths as his pace stayed steady.

"'M gonna fill this fuckin' cunt," He breathed.

You shook your head again- a quiet no leaving your lips as you twisted your body, trying to get away.

"Stay right there," He grunted, his hold on you even more firm than before, a slap against your ass punishing you. "'M buryin' my cum in you, like it or not."

His head fell back as he released inside you, his hips still driving against your ass. He began to slow not long after, pausing for a moment with his cock still deep in you.

Once he pulled out, he released your wrists, coaxing you against his chest in a firm hold. When you'd regained your breath, he spoke.

"You alright, sweetheart?" He asked, a light hand moving the hair from your face.

You looked up at him with tired eyes, smiling softly.

"More than alright- you?" Your eyes were half-shut with utter bliss.

He nodded. "I'd say the same."

He held you in his arms, fingertips and palms leaving soothing touches over the reddened expanse of your thighs and backside. He left comforting touches along your waist and hips. He kissed your cheek, gentle and loving, before pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly, appreciative and loving, finally pulling away.

He held you in his arms, fingertips and palms leaving soothing touches over the reddened expanse of your thighs and backside. He left comforting touches along your waist and hips. He kissed your cheek, gentle and loving, before pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly, appreciative and loving, finally pulling away.

He held you in his arms, fingertips and palms leaving soothing touches over the reddened expanse of your thighs and backside. He left comforting touches along your waist and hips. He kissed your cheek, gentle and loving, before pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly, appreciative and loving, finally pulling away.

"Let's get you a bath, love."

"Let's get you a bath, love."

[sanakimohara]

“Pretty When You Cry” B.C.

“Although she is alone…she knows the truth.” + “If you think I’m pretty lay your hands on me…”

Summary: Chan as a yandere. Borderline stalking type of yandere to be exact.

WARNING: MDNI, cursing, smut obviously, mentions of kidnapping, and cnc…among other things.

A/N: this was a request and it caught my interest so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did while thinking/writing about it.

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A knife could slice right through the thick tension between you and Chan right now.

Not because his eyes were glaring daggers straight into your Bambi like stare or that you were purposely keeping your distance from him by sticking close to the nearest exit. No, the reason was much more complicated.

You. More specifically, you assuming Chan wouldn’t be jealous or possessive of you.

Now, he had you all alone to ‘talk’ but you knew that just meant your night was about to riddled with consequences from him. So, planted yourself near the door -a useless precaution you took to feel safer.

Little did you know, he’d locked it the moment you wandered into his room. You came to him under the impression he just wanted to show you something he’d been working on and was only slightly aware of his true intentions.

Now, you wished more than ever that you’d paid more attention to your small suspicions, but it was too late for you to leave without having to go through him. Chan made sure of that by pocketing his hotel room key card.

“Chan, please..” you started to reason with him, voice trembling slightly as you spoke, and your body involuntarily pressing against the locked door as he stood up abruptly. His face was unnervingly expressionless but his eyes were piercing, swirling with all the intensity of emotions you’d become familiar with.

Jealousy, lust, and possessiveness. Anger was present too -steadily growing the longer he replayed the image of you flirting with some random staff member during their concert.

“Let me ask you something,” Chan was now inches from you, his entire body dwarfing yours in comparison, and his voice shallow with simmering rage. He really was terrifying when upset and with envy added into the mix he was downright evil sometimes.

Shamefully, it turned you on more than anything else. Being afraid of him, what he might do you, and how he’d take his anger out on you. It was so wrong for you to be wet already, merely in Chan’s presence, and forced to stay there until he decided to let you go.

Which was never, in his opinion.

“Do you like pissing me off?,” he nearly growls the question and your tummy does several slips hearing the rasp carry through to his accent. “N-no, I don’t Chan-“ you answer him carefully, face heating up as your fear amps up to new heights when he grabs your jaw with one hand and places the other above your head to lean forward on. “Yes, you fucking do. Why else would you go around whoring yourself out to other men then?” Chan taunts you with a faux smile, raising his brows slightly to add to his condescending tone, and you huff softly in return.

“Channie, I promise we were just-“ you’re cut off again as his hand on your face falls to your throat, gripping it tight until you have to hiss in a breath, and cling to his wrist with both of your small hands. Chan holds you there, counting the seconds until he sees tears prick your lidded eyes, and only then does he loosen his hold on you.

“I don’t care what you were doing, little one. This is the last time you’ll ever try me, understood?” You could barely hear him over your heart drumming your ears from being choked so ruthlessly seconds ago, and when you don’t answer him immediately Chan takes that as a sign of defiance on your end.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, dark eyes filling with a new emotion as he watched you struggle to breathe with his hand still putting pressure on your throat. You already looked so broken in for him, probably bound to drop to your knees if he let you go, and your pathetic attempts to wriggle out of his grasp never failed to amuse him.

Chan would never let you go, you knew that, but still tried with all your might to fight him off -even if you’d been craving his affection the whole time.

It was part of your dynamic. Chan could drag you through hell and back, you’d insist on running away, but ultimately fail and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“I think you need a little reminder of who you belong to,” Chan hums lowly, passing his thumb over the fullness of your bottom lip before slowly pushing it into your warm mouth. “Suck,” he commands, pressing down on your tongue slightly as you start to do exactly that. Quiet whimpers vibrate through your throat as you lick and suck on his thumb, doe eyes sparkling with need as he watched you obey his every word.

You could feel his hardened cock through his jeans, the length of it pressed right against your pelvis and lower stomach, and you were tempted to reach down and palm him just for the hell of it. Unfortunately, he’d quickly pull your hand away, reminding you that “you’re not allowed to touch daddy until I say you can…”

You hated that rule but knew the consequences for breaking it would only leave you edged to the brink of delirium and his cum plowed deep into your sore womb.

Chan was certainly not the man to tease -unless you were prepared to endure the corresponding punishment.

So, you took pleasure in sucking on his fingers, imagining it was cock instead, and continuously drooling on his digits until he removed them. You coughed softly as he did, chest heaving, and eyes still watering as they refocused on his face.

Chan couldn’t help but chuckle at your disoriented expression, always so neat and sweet in public, but behind closed doors and in his view you just looked like a love sick pup waiting to be used.

You half expected him to push you down to your knees, already accepting your fate of him using your throat as his personal cock sleeve, but Chan had other ideas.

He closed the distance between you two, ducking his head to capture your spit slick lips with his plump ones. You moaned as he pushed his tongue past yours, taking his time to explore your mouth, and swallowing the short and desperate noises you let out in between each kiss.

Your hold on his veiny wrist and arm traced up to his neck, gently massaging the muscle there before your fingers tangled through the hair at the back of his head. Chan grunted into your mouth when lightly pulled on his dark hair, “I should’ve fucked you in front of him,” he mumbles harshly against your lips, hands gripping your hips to turn you around in one quick motion.

A small yelp flies from your chest as your frontside meets the cold surface, Chan’s body weighing down on yours as his hands slid from your waist to the closure of your black high waisted shorts. He started to undo the tedious buttons and zipper while tracing his lips down the right side your neck. You whined as he littered mark after mark on your unblemished skin, his hands now hooked on the sides of your shorts to pull them off, and his heavy breaths causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“You would’ve liked that, yeah? Daddy fucking you in front of everyone so they’ll never forget who you belong to?” His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, tone bordering on desperation as you whined and reached a hand up to caress one side of his face. “Yes,” you moan loudly, finally shedding your usual timid nature to fully enjoy the moment, and Chan smirked against skin hearing your delicate voice reach a new octave.

“You’re such a slut, and you’re all mine too,” he muses, slipping one hand right between your shaking thighs, and delving past the fabric of your underwear to cup your mound. “Ahm…stop! No..!” You half moan and half whimper as he takes in the soaking expanse of your cunt.

It was embarrassing. You were definitely more than eager to have him touch you and now he knew it.

Chan laughed dryly at your pathetic attempt to refuse him, fingers sliding up and down your folds to collect as much of your cum as possible before swirling those same fingers around your clit. “You want me to stop? That’s not what your body wants, now is it, baby?” He didn’t need you to answer, your broken cries were enough for him, and the dazed look in your eyes only intensified as he played with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“…s-stop p-please….ill be good…just-just let me go…” you try again to win your freedom, voice cracking as a few tears began to trickle down your flushed cheeks. His attention to your clit had migrated to your entrance, prodding it open with two thick fingers before he shoved them into you as deep as possible. “Fuck ..,” Chan inhaled sharply from how tight your cunt was, already clenching around his fingers like you’d break if he put anymore in.

He might’ve came right then and there if he hadn’t already built his stamina up but his cock still twitched just from the constant pulsing of your wet core.

“Daddy, s’ too much....” you weakly called for his attention, panting as he curled, pumped, and twirled his fingers inside you. He reached every spot that made you see stars and even had you circling your hips to the pace of his hand. “I don’t care,” Chan responded gruffly, back to marking your neck and shoulder as he sped the pace of his fingers up.

You choked on a string of moans, face contrasting into a mindless picture of pleasure as he abused your cunt. “Nooo.. ah!” You tried your best to keep protesting, yet he only added to your torture by slowly circling his thumb on your clit . Now, you were at a loss for words, head emptying of any thoughts besides cumming on his hand.

You were incredibly close to the edge and Chan noticed from just one look at your beautifully lost and delirious stare. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling slightly as he brought you to your climax with precise pumps into your dripping cunt. “Cumming…” you whimper into the crook of his neck, letting the smell of his cologne fill your head as the knot in your tummy snapped. He groaned as you gushed on his hand, making a mess in your lacey underwear as well, and watched you rock your hips to ride your high out.

Chan smiled at the sight, in love with how messy and careless you could be when he touched you. “You’re gonna cum like this on my cock next, princess…” he announced it like a command and all you could muster was a shaky exhale followed with a lazy smile as you felt him drag his fingers out of your sticky entrance.

“You’ll never forget what it means to be owned by me again, baby girl..”

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Should I make a PT2? I kind of already did hehehe….we will see how PT1 goes first, yeah? 🖤

BONUS CONTENT +

(Sorry not sorry for this…🖤)

[dc418writes]

I love the story "No Way Home" I've never done a request before but what is a day in the life like for reader and Ari now that she's staying with the two murderers?

Forever Home🌼

✨Pairing✨: serialkiller!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Freezy)

Summary🪄: A day in the life of you in your new home

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, mentions of murder, manipulation, softdark!Ari, mention of protected and unprotected happy adult fun times (you’ll see), slight breeding kink, language, hint of Stockholm syndrome by technicality

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

A/N🎤: firstly, sorry for how long it’s taken me to write this😓 life and work have been jumping me heavy lately which has unfortunately made the desire to write very low, BUT I FINALLY GOT A BREAK FROM THAT🤗!

Second, I’m honored to be your first ask and am so happy to hear you love “No Way Home”!! So to answer your question, I technically have two answers

For the first few months, Sugar (that’s Ari’s nickname for reader so that’s what we’ll refer to her as) mostly stays in her - well, unknowingly Ari’s - room not really interacting with anyone

She’s still dealing with the sense of guilt from Brittany’s capture and death, plus mourning the life she once knew

Just as he promised though, Ari is there checking on her day and night. Bringing her food, water, or anything else she might need

*whenever he finds her asleep, he even makes sure to cover her with a blanket so she’s not too cold. As you could probably guess, it makes Robert sick

The first couple of days, she barely touched her meals though. Just sitting or lying in bed while the food stayed untouched exactly where Ari left it on the bedside table

Robert couldn’t care less about it (it’d mean more food for him anyway), while Ari silently worried

“You gotta eat something sugar,” he gently tried to coax the next time he brought breakfast. The steaming bowl of oatmeal making her stomach gurgle from the cinnamon and sugar caressing her nose. “Cmon eat something for me. Please?”

Maybe it was the hunger that finally got the best of her. Or it could’ve been Ari’s deep yet soothing rasp paired with his caring gaze. Either way, a small smile was curling along his pink lips when his sugar took a bite from the spoon he held near her mouth.

“Good girl.”

From then on, sugar slowly began to talk more when Ari would visit. When she finally flashed him a small smile, it’s as if he could physically feel his heart expand

And when she dared journey downstairs? Her little patter of footsteps walking up behind Ari to say a sweet yet quiet, “Good morning.”?! He was like a child on Christmas his smile was so bright

Her own cheeks heated at the sight. Secretly, and a little shamefully, loving the slight tilt to it

Now when she gets completely comfortable, a typical day starts with sugar making breakfast for everyone. Ari stealing loving glances as he “reads” the paper. Robert usually comes back from his shift at the gas station just as the food hits the table

“This looks good sweetheart, but you know you don’t have to cook every day,” Ari says pulling out her seat - next to him as per usual.

“Well, I figured I should contribute somehow,” she shyly shrugs. “I don’t wanna just eat your food and take up space.”

“Yet that’s exactly what’s happening,” Robert grumbles. Ari’s quick to kick his shin under the table making him yelp in pain; clearly disapproving his attitude

“Don’t listen to him. This is your home now.”

After everyone’s done, she moves towards the sink to wash the dishes but Ari instructs Robert - or Bobby as he and only he can call him - to do it instead. “You’ve done enough. Rest,” Ari winks before he’s soon off to start his shift.

In the meantime, she’ll clean around the house, wash clothes, and even read something either from the collection on the bookshelf in the living room or a book Ari happens to “find” here and there

And although she’s been warned to not stay out too long, she’ll sneak off and visit Ari for a while.

“Bobby know you’re out here Sugar?,” Ari asks with a warning tilt to his brow and a sternness to his tone. Both know it doesn’t mean anything though.

“No. But I think we both know he prefers me gone anyway.”

Gently, his firm hands are gripping her sides to lift her on the counter next to the register. His fingertips brushing along her cheek before adjusting her glasses.

“He still wants you to be careful,” he responds meeting her deep brown eyes in such a gaze that it’s difficult for her to breathe let alone hear what he says. “I do too.”

They talk and laugh not caring of the time that passed. He’d even have her favorite snack waiting - gummy bears.

Sometimes those innocent visits became a little more from his wandering hands. “You’re too cute you know that?”, he’d whisper slowly dragging his fingers along her thighs higher and higher until her lips were parting with a small gasp as he made contact with her panties growing stickier by the minute.

Her mind already beginning to feel hazy as his thick index finger traced along her slit

“Can’t believe I get to call you all mine.”

She never corrected him on that last one. Instead feeling her cheeks heat - along with other parts that would make her squirm.

One day she was bold enough to tell Ari of those tingles he so easily produced in her. So giddy and light from his sweet pecks along her jaw that the words slipped before she could stop them. His eyes seemed to darken at that confession letting his large hands creep to her hips. “Yea tingles feel funny but good huh? I know all about those.”

That’s how things became more intimate. One sneaking to the other for a quickie needing to feel each other as close as possible. Trying to be extra quiet while Robert slept in his room down the hall.

Sugar had never experienced a more difficult task with Ari pushing and pulling in and out at the most addicting pace while his mouth left open mouth kisses along her chest. Knowing just how much force to use that had her eyes rolling back. Not to mention the sinful words tumbling from his lips.

“Shit..so tight you make me wanna stay forever sugar.”

“Cmon let go for me, can feel you right there. Mm that’s it, good girl.”

The only thing was those damn condoms she made him wear.

“I-I just wanna be safe,” she shyly announced halting his nibbles along her neck.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he smiled, truly smitten by his sugar and her adorable nervousness. “No need to worry. I completely agree.”

As he watched her sleep after their late night rounds, he couldn’t help but let his callused fingers trace along her abdomen. His mind perfectly picturing it round with his baby inside. The perfect combination of their gorgeous mama and strikingly handsome papa

“One day,” he thinks eventually drifting off himself. For his sugar’s sake, he’ll play safe for now. Hopefully sooner rather than later though, that dream of his will become reality

His lineage able to prosper and flourish as the ancestors intended.

[elsaellaelys]

Skinny dip

summary: After a make out session with her bestfriend, Y/N - and JJ - didn't talked about it. Until she dragged him to skinny dip with her, into their feelings.

1.640 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: Nudity, 18+ - I think, it's not really a smut though -.

a/n: I had a really hard time writing this, but here we are. I'm not gonna be posting regularly as I am too busy with other projects lately. Well, I'm gonna try, have a few ideas. For now, hope you enjoy this. <3

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The bonfire was hot in the middle of the party, but not as hot as the glances Y/N threw at JJ.

His back against a coconut tree as he chatted with a new brunette girl, obviously Y/N couldn't hear their talk, though, it was enough to see the girly giggles, the lingering touches in his chest, that fucking smirk on his face. She could smell smoke in the air, at that point, she didn't knew if it was the fire smoke, the teenager's marijuana or the steam coming out of her ears. He putted a lock of the girl's hair behind her ear. She is the one he is supposed to be flirting with.

After all, he kissed her so intensely, with such passion, last Friday. Y/N remembered how upset she was before, just had the most horrible date with a guy who only saw her as a piece of meat, threw terrifyingly pickup lines, without counting the fact that he was the most boring person she had ever talked to. She went to the Chateau, only wanting to get more drunk - she had to drink over 5 beers to stand the stupid guy -, but coming in she found JJ, threw on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looked at her with his head upsidedown.

"So, how'as the date?" he asked, turning off his phone to observe her as she went to the fridge.

"Kie told you?" She didn't told him about the date, even though he was her bestfriend, he was also the reason why she wanted to find a date, to get over the shuttering crush she had on him.

"I wonder why she had to." he returned in the same tired tone of her. Finding the Vodka she hided some weeks ago, the girl sitted beside JJ, opening the bottle, taking it to her lips. He took it out her hands before she could drink a drop. "It was that bad?"

"What you think?!" she angrily said, reaching for the alcohol, he denied again.

"Tell me. It's okay, he's gone now."

She blinked away the tears. "Fuck. Why this always happen to me?"

"Maybe if you choose better." he joked.

"Choose? I can't choose. The only person I really like doesn't feel the same... I just want to be loved."

JJ clenched his jaw, taking a long drink from the vodka and handed to his friend, she accepted it and did the same. His heart twisted in his chest, he didn't know if it was because he was sorry for her or because maybe he could have prevent this. But he was just her friend, not the person she was crush on. He putted his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, drinking from the bottle again. "He's a fucking dick."

She looked at him with a little smile in her face. "Who? The guy I went out with?"

"Well, I was talking about the guy who doesn't like you back. But they both are."

She laughed, staring at his face incredulously. "You think you're a fucking dick?"

It was his time to turn a look of confusion. And she noticed.

"Oh my God. You didn't knew? You really didn't knew."

He didn't answered, but who need words to answer when he could kiss her like that, like he wanted to. Y/N was melting in his arms, she didn't wanted anything else, didn't needed anything else, JJ was the whole world.

Is it possible he didn't felt that?

"JJ's lucky you don't have lazer eyes." Kiara commented, seeing the pure jealousy in her friend's look.

"What does she has that I don't?" Y/N shamefully asked, feeling insecure in a piece of her heart.

"She's not a pogue like you." Kie took a sip from her beer. "Remember, no pogue on pogue macking. But I think you already macked on him." she ironized, referring to the late make out event Y/N have told her about.

"But I want him, it's not just macking." she whined.

"Well, then you should steal him."

A small grin formed on Y/N's lips as an idea popped in her mind.

"It isn't stealing if it's already mine, right?"

JJ had approached the kegger, filling two cups with beer. Y/N rolled her eyes behind his back knowing he was doing it for the brunette girl. Ignoring, she took one of the cups off his hand, slipping the cold liquid down her throat.

"Now, it wasn't for you, pretty." She failed holding her smile with the nickname and he noticed.

"I know. Come with me, I wanna show you something." Her hand grabbed JJ's wrist softly, he felt the delighting feeling of her hand against his skin and it already made him forget everything about the girl he was talking to before. In fact, the memory of the last Friday night with Y/N took place in his entire mind. The way she pulled him closer by his shirt and whimpered into his mouth. So lost in him.

How did he lost it?

In the day after, none of them talked about it. Stupid feelings. Stupid pride. Stupid stupidness.

"I was busy." he lied, he wasn't really enjoying the girl as he only could think about Y/N.

"You were. Besides would you rather stay with her or come with me?"

"You know I always choose you."

She stood too close to his chest to take the other red cup from his hand and place it on the table behind, eyes never leaving his, mischievous smile on her pretty face as she lead him away from the party far into the beach.

They were walking side by side, arms brushing, JJ ignored the boyishness of the hotness going down to his groint, groaning annoying to his friend's silence.

"So that's why you had to drag me from the party? To bore me dead?"

"Shut up." she flipped him, running in the front, climbing the rocks that formed a beach glade.

"See?" she lied down on the sand. "Here is so much more beautiful and quieter."

"I was enjoying the noise." he teased.

"Don't you ever shut up? You're just saying that to piss me off. Come on, lie with me."

And again she grabbed his hand pulling him beside her. Her insides twisted with the idea of what to do next.

"Do you..."

"Have you..."

They said at the same time, nervously laughing at the confusion.

"You talk first." she said.

"No, you go." He shoved her lightly on the shoulder.

"God! Why we're like this?" she laughed.

"I don't know, but you better spill it out."

She had to stay away a little away to compose, shrugging - to herself actually - to wiggle away any weirdness. "Have you been thinking about last Friday like... a lot, since it happened?"

JJ smirked widely, turning to face her and supporting his head with his hand, elbow on the sand, he looked at her, arched eyebrow.

"Oh fuck you, J..." she laughed.

"I knew you were dreaming about me all this time."

"SHUT UP!" she pushed his shoulder and he felt to the floor again.

"Yes, I think about it." he confessed.

Silence. Only the ocean sounded, rushing to the shore, along with their heavy breaths.

"Me too." she whispered, so softly it felt like a kiss to his ears. She didn't saw the most proud smile he had in the face, too busy looking at the sea. "Do you think the water is cool?" she asked getting up, already planning a jump in the waves.

JJ couldn't believe in what his eyes were seeing, even though the moonlight were making everything crystal clear, he swore it was a dream as she started to strip off her clothes. He saw it in slow motion, first the knit cover-up dress she had over her baby blue bikini, giving him a view of her bare silhouette as she went to the sea. Of course JJ didn't thought twice, following ahead her actions. He grabbed her wrist before they reached the water, but she slipped away, giggling loudly, running from him into the waves. Of course he caught her, after a lot of running and water splashing, he grasped her waist, holding her from behind and walked towards the earth.

"Put me down!" She squirmed and laughed, shaking her legs frenetically.

"No. You're not running away from me." he retorted, carefully throwing her in the sand, hovering her body, he stared at her face, in the moonlight, he swore she was a dream and, for a moment, the thought that the waves rushing over them would dissolve her away. But instead, she rounded her arms around his shoulders.

"It's not like I want to."

"Good." he said, she leaned in to capture his lips between hers and he deepened the kiss. She moaned when his tongue met hers and he felt like his body was burning into ashes.

"J..." she whispered, even though nobody could hear them, surrounded by the rocks, only the sand, the sea and the sky would testify any confession.

"Yeah." he pulled back reluctantly, very aware of her hardened nipples against his chest, her pussy pressed against his tight, his growing boner, but tried to ignored it as he caught her eyes, full of adoration and passion, just like his heart, and he knew, she was trying to say something, and apparently was having a hard time to do it. "Yeah?" he encouraged her.

"I... I - think I love you."

JJ smile couldn't be more large. "I. Am. Madly. In love with you, Y/N. You're everything I can think about."

Y/N leaned again to give him a long peck on the lips. "Show me, then." she suggested, grinding against his leg, ripping a husky moan from his throat.

So he deepened in, skinny dipping with-in her.

[shouldaspunastory]

Thank you @broodsys! @dadrunkwriting

This might be wildly out OOC once we get more details or the game drops, but Emmrich Volkarian has bewitched me body and soul, and I love and have already drawn and begun collecting headcanons and lore for my Rook that is going to woo/be wooed and marry the gentleman necromancer. Hope you enjoy.

Emmrich Volkarin x Tobias Rook (SFW, Pre-relationship, pining. 1192 words) ------------------

The thing of it is, Emmrich is far more accustomed to dealing with the dead, isn’t he? Skeletons, in particular. Nevarra may be a warm enough clime, but the necromancer knows the cool, stale air of the Necropolis and his study filled with bones, old tomes, parchment, ink, and the scent of his favorite teas far better than that of the sun and bustling markets miles above. What he knows of the living- aside from that of a few colleagues- is primarily of their connections to and beliefs surrounding death and what rites should follow. Anything outside of that, well, it is largely theoretical. That’s never troubled him before. That it should do so now, so late in life, is… unexpected, to say the least.

And Tobias Rook is… warm, bright, and more alive than anyone Emmrich has even known. A series of utterly baffling and delightful contradictions Emmrich could spend the rest of his life puzzling over and never entirely figure out. Exactly the kind of challenge, the sort of puzzle, he adores. He adores them, a realization that had shaken him to his very core. They make Emmrich feel more alive than he has in years, and, somehow, both younger and older at the same time, makes their heart stop and race. It’s probably a lucky thing he’s already gone gray, or some of their more reckless antics would almost certainly inspire some new ones. They’ve come away from today’s battle on a little more bruised and worse for wear, but the mage is well aware how easily it might have been otherwise.

“Do you ever think about it,” Emmrich asks when he and Rook are finishing an evening cup of tea, the rest of their companions having already turned in for the night. Given his area of expertise, and the odds of what they’re up against it seems prudent to ask. Truthfully, it seems almost shamefully neglectful he’s not done so before now.

“What’s that?”

“Death. What comes after. What rites you would like others to perform for you,” the necromancer prompts, but Rook shakes their head.

“Not as often as you, I suspect,” Rook replies with a soft, amused chuckle, then, sobering a little, mulls the question over in order to give him a more serious response.

Rook does that a lot. They are playful- albeit sometimes a bit irreverent soul. But they never shame or discourage Emmrich when he spirals into an impromptu lecture about his latest studies or curiosities, even when they don’t entirely understand them, they ask him questions and do their best to provide him both with humor, and thoughtful responses in equal measure.

Emmrich is used to being the butt of a fair number of jokes over the years, not that he’s ever paid those much mind, but Rook is inexplicably far more interested in making him laugh than laughter at his expense. Where some of his colleagues and acquaintances over the years deemed him peculiar, even somehow vaguely off-putting for being so committed and interested in his grim work, Rook consistently seeks out his company, praises and seems to admire his passion, even if they don’t share it for the same things.

“I don’t want or need any pomp or circumstance, and I’d hate to think the last thing I ever did was inconvenience my friends. I don’t know for certain what comes after, but I don’t believe I’ll be needing my body for it. Whatever is easiest, does the least damage- to your purses- that’s what I want.”

Emmrich frowns thoughtfully. It’s not that he expects Rook to share his exact views on death, their answer is a pragmatic one, but hearing them speak with so little reverence for their body and its care after death- a body he’s come to… appreciate since first they met- is difficult for him to reconcile.

“I never-“ but Rook cuts themselves short, biting their tongue, and taking a sip of their tea to give them a moment’s pause. “I’ve never cared if anyone knew my name,” they continue finally, refining the thought as they set their cup of tea back on its saucer. “That was never why I joined up with the Shadow Dragons, and it’s not why I’m doing this now.” Emmrich nods as they continue.

“I don’t care if the world knows my name. I’ve never needed that. I just want to matter to someone… one person to remember me- even if that memory fades with the two of us. If it was the right one, that would be enough,” Rook concludes. This is a sentiment Emmrich can understand, and one he shares. He sighs softly, a little wistful. Were he a younger man…

“For what it’s worth, Little Bird, I know I’m not the right one, but I could live a thousand lives and never forget you. I don’t know how anyone could.” Rook draws in a shallow breath, pupils blown wide as they try to meet Emmrich’s eyes which are suddenly rigidly fixed upon the floor in front of them.

“Why not,” Rook asks softly. These words catch the necromancer by surprise if the way his head shoots up at their question is any indication.

‘What?”

“Why not you,” Rook repeats, their voice is soft, almost like speaking too loudly will shatter whatever this strange, beautiful, and fragile moment between them is. Perhaps it will. Emmrich’s throat feels dry, despite the tea, tighter than it had a moment before. Were it not for the way it hammers against his ribs, quite as if it wishes to escape the confines of its bone prison to reach them, Emmrich would swear his heart has stopped.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you,” Rook admits, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. “I, um, I’d really like that, actually,” they confess softly.

Their cheeks are flush, Emmrich thinks, unable to do anything for a moment but to gape at them. Full of blood, of life, warmth, their eyes full of light, of nerves, yes, but also, hope, a tenderness he’s seen before now, but clearly not for all that it was. They bite their lip and Emmrich realizes he’s been silent, lost in his swirling thoughts, for too long. His gloved hand gently clasps one of their hands, his thumb finding Rook’s pulse and caressing the inside of their wrist. Their heartbeat more akin to a hummingbird than their namesake, but precious all the same. I’ve done that, Emmrich marvels, cool fingers of his bare hand reaching out to rescue their bottom lip, bangles on his arm tingling softly, joining the symphony of his quickly beating heart and shallow breaths.

“Are you sure,” Emmrich asks, words scarcely louder than a whisper, but needing to offer them one last out.

“Please,” Rook nods, and Emmrich doesn’t keep them waiting, fingers moving to card through their hair before coming to cradle the back of their head as his lips meet theirs in a kiss of infinite care and patience, as though the pair have all the time in the world, and he, can think of nothing better to do with that time than this. And just now, he can’t.

[kissorkill16]

Keeping Secrets: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Sometimes, you just gotta spill the beans.

Finch was Quentin's assistant.

Last summer, the girl scout was looking for an after school activity. But she thought all of the ones being held at her school were all lame and not really her style.

Then she met Quentin.

He was just on his way to the copy store to get a few pictures developed, and he really needed an assistant to help him with journalist work. Finch was really into photography, so she politely took the offer.

The best part was that she even got her very own camera.

But during the following weeks, Finch had stopped showing up for work. Quentin tried calling her, but she never picked up the phone. He tried calling her dad, but he always said she was out with her friends.

He decided to confront her about it.

One day, he noticed Finch walking home and carrying a bag full of stuff, so he pulled over next to her and honked the horn.

"Hey, Finch! How've you been?", he asked. The girl scout jumped in surprise, but immediately relaxed when she saw that it was just Quentin. "Hey.", she said.

Quentin opened his van door and patted the passenger seat, "Come on in. We haven't seen each other in a while, we should catch up."

Finch hopped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

As they drove off, Finch shamefully stared at her lap. "Look, Quentin. I'm sorry I've been so distant with you lately, I was just -"

Quentin put his hand up, "It's alright, Finch. I get it. You're a kid, and kids your age like to take a while off of responsibilities and hang out with friends.", he said. "I was like that too."

Finch sighed in relief, "So I'm forgiven?"

"Only if you tell me what exactly it is you've been doing with your friends."

That's when the girl scout felt all of the blood drain from her body. She tried to sound casual, but it came out more nervous than anything. "Oh, just lame kid stuff. You wouldn't be interested."

"Nonsense, kids are way more interesting than adults, I'd love to hear about your exciting adventures with your friends."

Finch crossed her arms and looked out the window, "Sorry, but I'm not saying a word."

Quentin internally groaned. Fine. If she wasn't going to tell him, then he'd just have to get it out of her himself. His eyes travelled to the bag that she had in her lap. "What's in the bag?", he asked.

"Just some pictures I developed a while ago.", replied Finch.

Quentin's eyes widened, then he sighed in exasperation. "Finch, don't tell me you're doing it again.", he complained. Finch looked at him like he just assaulted her grandmother.

"No! I'm not embarrassing innocent people anymore, I'd never risk another camera or my safety.", said the girl scout. "These are private pictures for my friends, I don't have to tell you anything."

Quentin rolled his eyes, "Fine then. I'll just guess."

As Quentin turned the corner, he started guessing what Finch has been up to.

"Are you and your friends forming a secret cult?", he asked.

"No, idiot. There's already a cult in this town, why would we try to start a new one and make this town more hellish than it already is?"

"Yeah, I know. That was a stupid question."

Then he had an even crazier realization.

"Is it about a boy?"

Finch's face turned red and her eyes widened in shock, "QUENTIN!", she squealed.

"Well it's the only explanation I can come up with.", said Quentin. "You've been ditching work to get closer to a boy you like.", he said as he rubbed under her chin, making her blush more. "I bet all of those pictures are of him, right?~"

Finch was about to answer, but then she looked back down at her shoes. "W-Well, there is one picture, and he's really - WAIT WHAT?!"

Quentin started laughing.

Finch punched him in the arm, "It's not about a boy!", she squealed. She was not about to tell her journalist partner about her secret crush. "And I haven't been skipping work to get closer to him!"

"Then tell me the real reason."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because Trinity told me to keep it a secret!"

Quentin's eyes widened again, "Trinity? Your friend? The one with the...the coin?", he asked. Finch nodded, still looking at her shoes. "Finch, what happened?"

The girl scout turned to look at her friend. "We've been investigating the Forest Protectors and Crowface even though you told us not to. Trinity couldn't handle all of the bad luck or stress or the thoughts of possible death, so that's why she's doing all of this. Quentin, please try to understand. Her life is in danger, her family is in danger, and as far as we know, the whole town is in danger.", she said. Then she pulled out the pictures from her bag and laid them out before her friend, "These are pictures of all of their hiding places and last known whereabouts."

Then she pointed to a particular picture of a boy, her face red and her eyes on the floor of the car. "And this one is of the guy I like."

Quentin stopped the car and turned to look at the girl scout. "Finch, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.", then he sighed. "I told you kids to stay away from them, now you've all got yourselves stuck in a rabbit hole.", he said. He pulled Finch close to him and gave her a hug.

"Quentin. Can you promise not to tell Trinity I told you?", she asked.

Quentin knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise, but he needed to talk to Trinity. This girl had gotten herself and her friends in danger with the most dangerous cult in the world.

"I promise, Finch. Don't worry about anything for now."

[dumdumsun]

Wax and Wane

A/N: Sorry again for the late update! We're nearing the end! I wanna wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and a happy holidays!

Warnings: blood and death, mentions of vomit and blood, brief mention of overdose

Word Count: 3498

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Chapter Fourteen: The Reunion

In a swirl, the contents from Steve’s stomach were flushed down the toilet. He sighed out and rested his arm on the seat, too tired to care about how unhygienic it was. In the neighboring stall, Robin laid on her back with her legs straight up in the air and her heels resting on the door. “The room stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?”

Steve looked up at the ceiling to find it still. “Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?”

“Maybe. Ask me something.” She switched to a Russian accent. “Interrogate me.”

“Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um…” He chuckled and sat up straight. “When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”

“Today.”

“What?”

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

The two burst out into laughter. “Oh, my god.” Steve exclaimed.

“It was just a little bit, though.” She giggled.

“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system.” He heartfeltly groaned as he pinched his nose. Robin heard this and laughed a bit harder as she sat up and leaned against the wall.

“Oh…” She sighed out the last of her laughs. “Alright, my turn.”

“Okay. Hit me.”

She ran her hand through her locks as she thought of a question. “Have you ever… ever been in love?”

There were a couple beats of silence before he answered. “Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” He made his hand in the shape of a gun and imitated a gunshot sound playfully.

“Oh, my god…” Robin groaned. “She’s such a priss.”

He hummed. “Turns out, not really.”

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” She scoffed.

“No.”

“Why not?”

Steve stared off as a thoughtful look came about his features. “I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He chuckled. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying, ‘You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie’.”

Robin furrowed her brows. “Wait, who’s Suzie?”

“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I’m not a hundred percent sure she’s even real.” He ran a hand through his hair with a small laugh before he exhaled out his humor. “But that’s not- that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like… it’s somebody that I… didn’t even talk to in school. And I don’t even know why.”

Heart stuttering, Robin thought of their conversation they had while in captivity as she let him talk.

“Maybe ‘cause Tommy H would’ve made fun of me or… I wouldn’t be… prom king.” He shamefully shook his head. “It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time.”

Her stomach churned and she felt like she was going to throw up all over again, and not because of the drugs.

“First of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed… in a really long time.”

She grinned, knowing that she was the one Steve had spent the most time with this summer.

“And she’s smart. Way smarter than me. You know, she can crack, like, top secret Russian codes and…”

But that grin fell as her heart broke. Not for herself, but for her friend. His confidence in his confession hurt her more than anyone would have thought.

“You know? She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever even met before.”

Robin buried her head into her knees, having no idea how to respond. He thought so highly of her, and she had not a clue as to how to break the news to him. She ran both hands through her hair and tiredly scrubbed at her face.

“Robin?” Steve tapped on the stall wall, unable to see the tears in her eyes when she lifted her head. “Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No.” She quietly answered with a sigh, slowly leaning back against the tiled wall once again. “I… am still alive.”

This was unlike her, he knew it. The deep sigh that sounded from her stall worried him a bit. So, he scooted over to the wall, grabbed the bottom of it and slid through the gap to her stall.

“The floor’s disgusting.” She watched him lean against the wall across from her.

“Yeah, well,” He hummed. “I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so… What do you think?”

She raised her brows. “About?”

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome.”

“She is awesome. And what about the guy?”

“I think he’s on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight.”

“Really? ‘Cause I think he’s thinking a lot more clearly than usual.”

Any amusement on Robin’s face was gone. “He’s not.” She inhaled a shuddering breath and rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. “Look… he doesn’t even know this girl. And if he did know her, like- like really know her, I don’t think he’d even want to be her friend.”

Steve shook his head and leaned forward to be closer to her. “No, that’s not true. No way is that true.”

“Listen to me, Steve.” She looked deeply into his eyes. “It shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends. And I’m not like Nancy Wheeler.”

He chuckled. “Robin, that’s exactly why I like you.”

She scoffed, having no choice but to tell him the truth. “Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, confused at the way she tightly shut her eyes.

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because…” A heartbroken, twitching smile made its way onto her face. “...she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

Steve furrowed his brows in confusion. “Mrs Click?” He tried, even more confused at her tired chuckle and the way her eyes averted and sparkled with a sort of admiration.

“Tammy Thompson.” She whispered. “I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your… stupid hair.”

Okay, now he was seriously confused.

“And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn’t even like her and… I would go home… and just scream into my pillow…”

Steve shook his head, trying his best to understand this situation. “But Tammy Thompson’s a girl.”

If possible, her expression became even more heartbroken. “Steve…”

“Yeah?”

She gave him a look, one that just made everything click.

Tammy Thompson’s a girl.

“Oh…”

“Oh.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah… Holy shit.”

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence. Robin couldn’t even look at Steve, certain she had just lost a really cool, really sweet, really funny, really caring, really good friend. She didn’t find those very often, and the fact that she would lose one for just being herself, well…

That was the story of her life.

Steve, on the other hand, didn’t know what to think. The revelation didn’t put any sour feelings in him towards Robin, it just shone a light on their entire relationship. Robin is a very vocal person, ready to speak her mind. If she liked him, she would have said it a long time ago. She wouldn’t have kept it a secret unless it was something that would have damaged their relationship, like revealing a part of herself anyone else would have hated her for.

But not Steve. He wasn’t like that. In fact, her bravery probably made him appreciate his friend even more.

“Steve…” She looked at him in desperation, begging him to say something, anything. “Did you OD over there?”

He smiled. “No, I just, uh… just thinking.”

“Okay…” She whispered, nervously tugging at her earlobe. She was certain he was about to end their friendship right then and there.

“I mean, yeah.” He shrugged, grabbing her attention. “Tammy Thompson, you know, she’s cute and all, but… I mean, she’s a total dud.”

Robin frowned. “She is not.”

“Yes, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to, like, Nashville and shit.”

“She has dreams.”

“She can’t even hold a tune. She’s practically tone-deaf. Have you heard her?”

Robin dropped her jaw, not wanting to agree with him, but she smiled at the thought of her crush being a terrible singer.

“All the time.” Steve continued, starting to sing off key. “You see me now tonight-”

“Shut up.” She laughed.

“You see me more than-”

“She does not sound like that.”

“She sounds exactly like- That’s a great impersonation of her.”

“She does not. You sound like a Muppet.”

“She sounds like a Muppet. She sounds like a Muppet giving birth.”

Robin laughed as he started to sing again, this time trying to imitate Kermit the Frog.

“And if you could hold me tight…”

She grinned and joined in.

“We’ll be holding on forever!”

“Exactly!”

“I know!”

Their giggle fest was momentarily interrupted when the bathroom door burst open again, Dustin angrily walking in with Erica in tow.

“Okay. What the hell?!”

As soon as they looked at each other again, their laughter started up again, making them appear as if they were still drugged.

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Bradley’s Big Buy welcomed in Billy Hargrove, his boots crunching on the glass left there by its previous occupants. He stopped at the entrance, his senses reaching out for a presence. For Eleven. For his protector.

His senses pulled him to the medicine aisle.

They grew stronger as soon as he was in the aisle, finding a small puddle of blood among a litter of used medical supplies. It bubbled and swirled as he walked over and knelt down in front of it. He dipped his middle and index finger into the blood and brought it close to his face.

Immediately, his head snapped up, pupils dilated and black veins in the whites of his eyes. He knew where she was. And based on the presence he felt in the bathroom, they were together.

At the Hawkins Fun Fair, Karen entered the Gravitron, pulling her daughter and husband along with her. “How does this work?” Ted asked.

“You just lean against the wall and then all of a sudden, you’re gonna feel the wind push you back and it’s gonna-”

“Hold on. Do we have seat belts?”

“No, no, there’s no- Joyce!” Karen lit up at the sight of Joyce Byers rushing up to her with Chief Jim Hopper following behind. “Oh, my gosh! How funny to see you here!”

Joyce gave her a strained smile. “Where are the kids?”

“I… I haven’t seen them. I don’t think they’re here yet.”

From the middle of the ride, the operator craned her neck to them. “You three, up against the wall!”

But Hopper ignored her and turned back to Karen. “No, where are they?”

She chuckled and looked down in thought. “Oh, my gosh, I can hardly keep track these days. Uh, they were at, uh… Dustin’s then Lucas’s, then Max’s.” She shrugged uselessly with a smile. “You know how it is. Summer!”

Ted chuckled with a nod from where he was leaning against the wall beside Holly. “Probably getting into some kinda trouble.”

Suddenly, the ride alarm blared, the door to the only entrance and exit dropping closed. “Last warning, you two! Up against the wall!”

“Hold the ride!” Hopper retaliated.

“On your life, Magnum!”

As soon as the lever was pulled, Joyce and Hopper were thrown against the wall. The floor dropped from below their feet and the ride began to spin. Ted groaned uncomfortably as Karen grinned in exhilaration.

“Woo! Here we go!”

“Holy smokes! Holy smokes!”

They were so entranced by the ride that they didn’t notice Joyce and Hopper clasp hands, interlocking their fingers together.

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The ending of Back to the Future brought life back into the mall, a whole crowd of people exiting the theater in enthusiastic chatter. This was a perfect opportunity for the quartet to slip through and blend in. Dustin creaked the door open, watching the crowd grow bigger as more people filed out.

“And… blend.”

With that, the four exited the bathroom and casually walked into the middle of the crowd, keeping their eyes forward. “Well, shit, that worked.” Erica smirked and turned to Dustin.

“Course, it worked.” He smiled. “We just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come.”

Steve tilted his head downward and moved his eyes to his friend. “Uh, Dustin?”

“What?”

“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house.”

“Why?”

“Well, I might’ve told them your full name.”

Dustin widened his eyes, trying his best not to shout in a rage. “What is wrong with you?!”

���Dude, I was drugged.”

“So?”

“So?”

“So, you resist. You tough it out. You tough it out like a man.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s easy for you to say.”

“Guys?”

At Robin’s interruption, they focused their gaze forward and froze in their spots. Near the entrance of the mall, one of the guards that had spotted them at the back of the mall was now there, acting as mall security. He had just been talking to a regular citizen and bid them farewell before he slowly turned his head, catching sight of his targets.

“Abort.” Dustin spun around. “Abort.”

Without a second to waste, the group turned with him and rushed through the crowd. Robin led them all to the escalators, but with the mall closing for the night, they had been turned off. They stopped for a quick second to weigh their options, but when they saw the four Russians heading their way, Robin sat in the space between the two escalators, saving time by sliding down. Next down was Steve, then Dustin, then Erica.

At the Fun Fair, Karen and her family had exited the Gravitron behind Hopper and Joyce when a man could be seen screaming at them from the carnival games. She watched in confusion as Hopper grabbed Joyce by the hand and darted to the left. The two stopped for a second, looked at each other, and then dashed between two game stalls.

“They make an odd couple, don’t they?” Karen asked with narrowed eyes, clutching Holly’s hand beside her. She felt Ted come up behind her and place a hand on her shoulder.

“Well, it’s like they say, there’s someone for everyone.”

Karen glanced over at her husband before turning forward again, rolling her eyes with a deep sigh. Yes, there was someone for everyone. And of all people, her someone just so happened to be Ted Wheeler.

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The quartet’s terrified hearts beat as one from where they hid. In all of the places to hide, they hid in the openness of the food court, finding coverage behind a counter of one of the restaurants. They could hear the Russians speaking to each other in their language as their footsteps scattered across the area.

Dustin had nearly fallen on his face on the way to his hiding place, resulting in a quiet squeak of his sneakers against the tile floor. He quickly tucked himself between Robin and Steve with Erica on the other side of the former. The four pulled their knees close to their chests and tried to regulate and quiet their breathing. The guards were drawing closer, their footsteps louder every time they stepped.

They had no plan, no chance for an escape, and no one to know where they were. They were ready to accept their fate, to let these men take them away or maybe flat out shoot them to death.

They all flinched at the sound of a car alarm echoing throughout the food court. There were Russian words of confusion, then a huge crash, and then silence. The four behind the counter slowly rose to their feet to get a look at what just happened.

The Russian guards laid on the ground, most likely dead, glass shards across the tiles, and the car that sat proudly in the middle of the mall now overturned against another food counter on the other side of the food court.

What just happened?

Slowly turning their heads upwards, they could see two very familiar people on the balcony. El and Doc stood side-by-side, their hands clasped together. The rest of the Party, plus Nancy and Jonathan, rushed up to their sides with looks of shock.

But Dustin could only grin at his saviors.

The two groups met each other in the middle of the food court with Doc and Mike helping Eleven walk. Dustin ran up to them with an excited laugh. “You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!” He exclaimed and hugged the two girls tight, receiving the affection right back.

“Oh, my god, I am so happy to see you right now!” Doc pulled away enough to press a hard kiss to his cheek.

Erica rushed up to her brother. “Lucas?!”

“What are you doing here?!” He gawked.

“Ask them.” She jutted her thumb to her group. “It’s their fault.”

“True, yeah.” Steve nodded. “Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.”

Robin looked back and forth between the car and the new group. “I don’t understand what happened to that car.”

“El and (Y/N) have superpowers.” Dustin pointed to them.

“I’m sorry?”

“Superpowers.” Steve waved. “They threw it with their minds. C’mon, catch up.”

“That’s El?” Erica pointed to said girl.

“Who’s El?” Robin questioned.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy spoke up. “Who are you?”

“I’m Robin. I work with Steve.”

Dustin excitedly pointed to Robin. “She cracked the top secret code.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “Which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place.”

“Russians?” Jonathan frowned. “Wait, what Russians?”

“The Russians!” He gestured to the car.

“Those were Russians?” Max raised her brows.

“Some of them.” Erica answered.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas asked.

“Didn’t you hear our code red?” Dustin looked to him.

“Yeah,” Mike spoke up. “I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.”

“Goddamn low battery!”

Steve sighed exasperatedly. “How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?”

“Well, everything worked out, didn’t it?”

“Worked out?” Erica turned to him. “We almost died.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?”

Doc let out a sharp exhale and waved her hands about. “Okay, wait. So, the Russians are the ones opening the gate? How?”

“Okay, so, they have this massive machine…”

His words drifted off in her ears, her senses picking up on a nearby presence. She shuddered and turned her body in search of it. When she did, she saw El standing a little ways away from the group, slowly limping forward.

“El?”

Doc’s call was muffled, the droning noise in El’s ears too powerful for her to make out any of the voices around her. She looked a mess, dark circles decorating the underside of her eyes and she was leaking blood from both her nostrils. As the droning grew louder, she quietly groaned and reached her hands up to her ears to block it out, but it only isolated it.

Doc rushed up to her just as she fell to the floor. “El!” She cried out, everyone following as Doc slowly turned her to lay on her back. “El?”

“What’s wrong with her?” Erica asked as she and Mike knelt down on her other side.

“El, hey, what’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“My leg,” El groaned. “My leg.”

Suspicions rising, Doc hovered her hand over where El’s leg was, her entire hand painted in black veins. “I knew it.” She whispered and slowly lifted her pant leg to reveal her blood-soaked bandages. Jonathan and Nancy made quick work of peeling off the bandages. When it was exposed, everyone groaned in disgust at its worsened state. It didn’t make sense, they had disinfected the wound. But now, it had darkened and looked to be horribly infected, black veins growing from the wound.

“I know what this is.” Doc voiced.

“What? What is it?” Mike questioned.

Before she could answer, something began moving in her shin, under her skin. Everyone gasped in horror as El grunted in pain. Doc slowly hovered her hand over the wound again, the creature within quickly moving away, causing El to wail out. Mike quickly turned to her.

“El! El!”

When the creature jerked away again from Doc’s hand, El wailed again. “Shit.” Doc whispered.

“El! El, are you okay?!” Mike panicked, but she wasn’t answering. Everyone looked around at each other, completely clueless as to what to do. “El! El! El!”

The creature moved again, causing El to throw her head back and let out a scream of agony.

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 4

Okay.

This has gotta be one of the worst days ever.

Like if there was a shitty day tournament, this day would’ve made it to the semi finals at LEAST . Actually no, I’m sure there’s people out there dealing with way more horrible shit but still.

First, I barely slept last night and when I did finally fall asleep, I ended up forgetting to put my alarm so I was late and my first period teacher chewed me out (can’t stand that bitch). Then later at gym, I was messing around with Gamzee, shooting hoops, and then MY PANTS FUCKING RIPPED!!! It wasn’t super noticeable but I spent the whole day wondering if people could see my lower ass cheek. All because I was ballin'. Oh, and as if my clothes weren’t ruined enough, Terezi accidently squirted ketchup on my shirt during lunch. Then I got my last period’s test back and a big fat F was the final slap to the face.

Now school’s over, it’s windy as fuck outside and I’m walking shamefully back home, running on 3 hours of sleep, my ass cheek hanging out, and crusty ketchup on my shirt. I probably look as miserable as a soggy kitten.

I tugged my shirt down again to cover my ass with a huff. Oh and my stomach growling just reminded me that lunch today was also ass so I skipped it and am currently starving. It’s been about a week and so I got a new allowance and money to use so I could buy lunch I guess. Or maybe just a snack since I have pasta at home? It’s gotta be a comfort food though, I need some damn comforting after today. Maybe something sweet but what could I..

I stopped in front of a Pizza Hut poster advertising their sweet little cinnabons for only $5 bucks! Yeah I could totally go for those right about now.

I wonder if Dave works today? I could eat some sweeties while talkin’ up a sweetie- okay that was mad cringe I’m sorry.

Before me was a golden opportunity to finally ask his number! And if he says no.. then this’ll really be one of my worst moments ever. But I mean at least I’ll get cinnabons at the end of the day?

I took a deep breath and walked in, hearing a little bell jingle.

Behind the cash register was a goofy lookin kid with black hair and glasses but.. I looked around and.. No Dave.

I try not to let disappointment show on my face as he greeted me with a “Welcome to Pizza Hut how can I take your order?”

“Uh yeah can I get a 5 piece order of cinnabons please? That’s all” I say and give him the money. “Alright, I’ll get you them right now.” and as he goes to grab them from their little oven thing, I hear a jingle as the door behind me opens and there walks in an exasperated Dave.

“John- oh..uh hey?” He awkwardly greets me as he heads behind the counter. “Hey.” I say nervously. “Wow you look like shit- I mean-” “Dave!” The guy who I’m guessing is John slaps his shoulder. It’s then I realize the wind probably whipped my hair in all types of crazy ways. “Nah it’s fine.. I look like shit ‘cause I’ve had a shit day..” I sigh as I grab my cinnabons from John. “Tell me about it, today’s been shit for me too! No joke, I almost got jumped.” Dave threw his arms up for dramatic effect.

“Huh-” “What?? Are you alright?” John asked, looking over Dave as if he would suddenly see any new injuries.

“Yeah I’m okay, I skedaddled and ran to the car- had to drop the pizza though.” He squeezed past John and went behind the counter to hang the car keys on a little hook that held a few other types of keys.

“Alright so what happened?” I asked and as Dave was about to answer, another guy with black hair and a mean face came out from the back. “The hell you’d get into this time, Strider?” He crossed his arm and asked in an irritated, accusatory tone.

“I’m literally innocent! I have done no wrong doings in the history of ever. I don’t know why you’d immediately think it’s my fault.” Dave grumbled while the other guy who’s name tag seemed to read ‘Karkat’ scoffed.

“But like I was saying,” Dave side eyed Karkat, or at least I think he did, hard to tell with the shades, “What had happened was this,” he lifted himself up to sit on the counter, John sat on a little chair by the register and Karkat stood near John. I was leaning on the counter with my elbows, intent on hearing whatever the tea was.

“Me, a valued, trustable worker, was just doing my job of delivering pizzas. I noticed the address was in a bit of a sketchy neighborhood but I thought to myself, ‘Y'know what Dave? Maybe these guys are alright citizens. Who are you to judge a book by it’s trashy, bullet riddled cover?’ right?” He began, “Then I stroll up to this ghetto house and knock on the door, it opens and low and behold there’s a fine looking gentleman that could be a prime example of the damage inbreeding does to a human,” I couldn’t help but snicker and John let out a few giggles too, “I says, “Hello sir, I have your pizza, the total is $14.99” and he just hands me a $10. I go, “Sorry sir but it seems you haven’t given me enough to pay, I can’t give you the pizza” and maybe he was having a shit day, like- his sister probably just broke up with him or something and I guess that was just the last straw cause dude just starts fuckin’ yelling at me.

Can’t lie I was scared, shaking in my fuckin’ boots at this meth addicted hillbilly hick that’s suddenly grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and shaking me like in a cartoon or something- dude was about to start winding up his fist to blow a punch hard enough to make me see little animated swirling stars 'n shit, seriously,” Dave laughs while speaking, clearly enjoying his own jokes, “And so, since I’m a big strong man, I shove the guy back, hard, and dude falls back into the house. Guess he had some friends over and I swear they must’ve just finished snorting up lines because I could see they had white dust on their faces and,” he leaned into me, “ I didn’t see no powdered donuts.” I bit my lip to hold in my laugh.

“So his buddies come, tryna back him up I guess. They start rolling up their sleeves ‘n shit and, I’m a man who picks and chooses his battles, and a battle between me and 4 hillbillies off a few lines of coke just ain’t a fight I wanna fight. So I just took off running and I guess druggies don’t have good balance cause them junkies was limping and hobbling after me as I booked it to the car. One of them grabbed me and I just threw the pizza at him and kept going.” He laughed and hopped off the counter to go to the little fridge they stored drinks in and get himself a coke.

I looked back and saw John who was snorting and giggling the whole time and Karkat who was trying to hold back a smile. Of course, I was cheesing hard through the whole story. Dave just has this way of pulling people in and the way he speaks just paints a perfect picture for telling stories.

“So yep, that’s that. Lost a good pizza and got no money. By the way, your hair’s still fucked dude.” Dave says after taking a sip of his soda.

“Ugh shit-” I immediately try to pat down any and all stray hairs, combing through the strands with my fingers.

“Who the hell even is this?” Karkat asks as if he suddenly noticed my presence and something about it makes me feel even more embarrassed, like I was intruding on something private.

“Oh uh, I’m just a customer haha..” I chuckle awkwardly and avert my gaze, I could still see John swat his shoulder and whisper ‘ rude!’’ Out of the corner of my eye.

“So eh.. you said you were having a bad day..?” John asks awkwardly as if trying to make me feel better. “Oh uh.. yeah but we don’t have to talk about it- I mean I’m sure you’ve guys got work-” “Nah go ahead, not like we’re doing anything anyways.” Dave says, encouraging me to speak, probably because he didn't wanna go back to work just yet.

“Well it’s not anything crazy like with you, just annoying school shit and I got a big ol’ ketchup stain on my shirt plus ripped pants.” I sigh.

I hear John whisper “ oh my god like SpongeBob ,” and Karkat giving him a down right dirty look.

“Oh and I guess my hairs all wack too.” I say and go back to trying to fix it. “Well if ya want we can let you use the bathroom and you can fix it in the mirror.” Dave offers and lifts the little counter door, inviting me in.

“Our bathroom is for employees only. ” Karkat said, also giving me a dirty look.

“Karkat, quit being such a fuckin’ wet blanket.” Dave rolled his eyes I think? and grabbed me by my arm, leading me to the bathroom.

——————

The door clicked as I went inside and Dave walked back out to the front. “Did they even buy anything?” Karkat asked John who was about to start mopping as if he didn’t two days ago. “Uh yeah they bought some cinnabons- but I guess they’re cold now.” He said as he picked up the box left on the counter.

“I’ll replace them with some warmer ones.” Dave said and took the box, switching places with another in the little oven.

“Why’re you doing all that for?”

“Kat," he sighed, "it doesn’t take much to be a little nice y’know? You of all people should be nice to them, actually, since that’s the dude who’s pizza ya burnt.” Dave said as he rolled the mop bucket to John.

“…really..?”

“Yep.”

“You burnt a pizza?”

Karkat didn’t answer, he just went to the back. In all honesty he did feel a bit guilty, actually, no. A better word was embarrassed.

Embarrassed that he seriously felt jealous enough to do something so petty. After a bit of thinking, Dave was right, it didn’t take much to be nice.

——————

I put some water in my hands and used it to better stick my frizzy hair down. After turning around to take a better look at my butt and see if you really could see my ass through the tear, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and there was Karkat, holding some clothes and avoiding eye contact.

“Your clothes are trashed right? Here you can wear mine.” He grumbled. I just stood in silence, semi confused and in disbelief because I just didn’t think he’d be the type to offer me anything let alone a spare change of clothes.

“They’re clean if that’s what you're worried about. I’ll just walk home in my uniform. I need to wash it anyways..” He said and pushed the clothes into my hands.

“Uhm.. thanks! Seriously you’re a life saver, I could kiss you- do you want a kiss?” I puckered up my lips and watched as he practically jumped back and screamed “HELL NO!”

I snickered and said it was a joke! Before closing the door to change.

Luckily his baggy sweater fit and his joggers could be adjusted by the strings. I shoved my clothes in my backpack and walked out.

John mopped about half the store and Dave and Karkat were talking behind the register.

“Woah I didn’t think you’d give them your own personal threads, Kat. You having a random character redemption arc?” Dave teased and bumped Karkat’s shoulder, only to get bumped back harder with a “Shut the hell up, Dickbag Strider!”

“Haha yeah thanks again Karkat!” I smile and leave from behind the counter to grab my temporarily forgotten cinnabons.

“It’s fine… uh?”

“Oh yeah, my name’s (Y/n) by the way.”

“Right.”

I stood there for a bit before I remembered my second reason for coming here, getting Dave’s number.

Okay, act cool and natural.. gently slide trading numbers into the conversation-

“Do you- like need anything else or…?”

“Can I have your number?”

Oh wow, how smooth.

“I mean! All of your numbers ha! You guys all seem- uh really....cool..? Besides! I wanna give these clothes back at some point..” I say awkwardly while being stared down by all three Pizza Hut boys.

“Well yeah, me, I’m cool , not too sure about Karkat and John though.” Dave laughs while John lets out an offended “ hey!” and Karkat bumps his shoulder again.

John is the first to walk over to me, phone in hand, “Uh here.. do you have pesterchum? I like using it more than regular texting.” “Nerd.” "Okayy I see you Rizzard of Oz." “ Shut up!” I type in my handle while the other two pull out their phones.

I put my phone away after we all trade information and pick up my cinnabons once again.

“Alright, it’s been nice. Talk to you guys later!” I waved and walked out the door.

——————-

“Soo like… who is that guy seriously?”

“Hell if I know.” Dave answered Karkat before going to the bathroom to pee.

“I mean, the guy seemed pretty nice, maybe they just want friends?”

“I don’t really think friendship is exactly what they’re looking for.” Karkat mumbled. He noticed how when they asked for a phone number, they were asking Dave specifically. He doesn't think he's especially good at reading people's intentions but it doesn't take a genius to tell they were interested in Dave.

Thinking of them as competition is dumb, it’s not like they’re competing for anything-

“Hey Kat! You wanna sneak out for lunch at school tomorrow morning? I was thinking we could eat at Panda Express or something.” Dave smiled and Karkat felt that if Dave asked for anything with a look like that on his face, he’d say yes.

“Sure..” he grumbled and pulled away before Dave could notice his reddening face.

Is it going to be a competition?

———

a/n its not gonna be a competition theyre all gonna kiss and hold hands… #polyamoryftw

[brigdh]

1, 3, 35, 50 for the book asks!

Name the best book you've read so far this year.

I reread Moby Dick, which is one of my all-time favorites, but for the sake of naming something new, I'll go with Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver. Absolutely fantastic. Gorgeous prose, great characters, emphatic take on social problems. It's basically Dickens's David Copperfield, retold and set in modern-day Appalachia, dealing with the opioid epidemic. It somehow managed to make the David/Dora and David/Agnes romances actually work, made them feel believable and worth caring about, which I thought was completely impossible, so that was impressive all on its own. My one complaint is that in the original I totally ship David/Uriah Heep in a twisted, fucked-up way, and this retelling provides no fuel for that ship. Ah, well. Can't have everything!

3. Favorite fantasy sub-genre(s). (high fantasy, urban fantasy, portal fantasy etc.)

LOVE a High Fantasy. I'm always here for a book with a map at the front and characters names that are impossible to pronounce. I like the idea of Urban Fantasy but lately it's usually a romance novel with a thin fantasy veneer, and I'm less interested in that. Swords-n-Sorcery needs a comeback. LOVE Alternate History. Shamefully weak for Grimdark. LOVE Fantasy of Manners.

35. Least favorite trope in your most favorite book genre.

I already answered this question here!

50. What kind of book have you never read but always hope to find at some point in the future?

A lot of the books I mean to read but never have are classics of one sort or another – traditional classics, like more Shakespeare, more Dickens, Don Quixote; or modern "classics" (in the sense that people are always recommending or referring to them) more Stephen King, any Cormac McCarthy, any Jonathan Franzen. Modern literary fiction in general, really, I am woefully deficient in. I'm always meaning to fix that, but then the plot summaries never manage to pull me in.

Thank you for the questions! Book meme!

[sadtraumatizedlonely]

Chapter One—Am I an Asshole? (Rhetorical)

My boyfriend got invited to play baseball this evening. One of their usual players was sick, so a friend asked him if he could fill in for that other player. He texted me in the late afternoon to ask if we had any plans (i.e. he was seeking my approval) and all I could muster was a simple “You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want”. A sentence that boarders on sassy, but still allows me to vent my hurt feelings and frustration covertly, without him thinking much about it. We had playful banter through out the rest of the afternoon.

The issue was: we had just received an email from our new landlord confirming that we could move in early, however, we would need to prepare some paperwork. All of which he said we would do tonight during that short text exchange. I scoffed at his answer as I knew that it would take the back burner to the exciting plans he had with his friends, and I went back to work feeling a profound sense of loneliness.

That feeling was made worse when he told me, upon arriving home from work, that they had also invited him to go swimming after the game. A great way to cool off after a game on this terribly hot day. I couldn’t help but feel that sense of loneliness swallow me whole as I saw him packing his swim trunks in his sports bag. I stonewalled him, but not wanting to seem difficult or irrational, just played the “tired” game. Like always, he gives me the benefit of the doubt, kisses me goodbye, and leaves for his night of fun and excitement that he desperately needs and deserves.

“How to feel less lonely”

A statement I shamefully type into Safari as tears start streaming down my face. This Google search (not surprisingly) gives results such as: Join a Sports Team, Volunteer, Practice Self-Care. But those answers are unsatisfactory. The deep, intense loneliness is something that comes from an intrinsic feeling of unworthiness and shame. I have attempted to mitigate these symptoms with art, hiking, dancing, volunteering; all which work for a while, until I become too exhausted to handle them, and I crawl back in bed still lonely and empty inside.   

“Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and loneliness”

My second Google search of the evening. If you haven’t noticed by now, or couldn’t guess from the title of this...whatever this is, I suffered a lot of childhood trauma and have been in therapy for years trying to heal from my childhood experience of living with a narcissistic (mentally ill) mother and a father who is ruled by his own trauma. Those experiences caused me to have great dysfunction when it comes to relationships, closeness, and connection. Many of these things, I’m too ashamed of bringing up in my (very expensive but necessary) therapy sessions.

So there I was, overweight and crying, in my PJs ordering takeout on UberEats, watching my childhood trauma therapy Youtube videos that make me feel less alone and crazy, while my partner was having a blast, making new friends, and having what would probably be (in my opinion) a better night than being home with me and completing the “sorta but not really” urgent paperwork for our new apartment, smoking weed, and spending time in separate rooms until it was time to meet up again and hang out just before bedtime.

Inside, I know that alone time is important for all relationships. And it’s not necessarily the fact that he was invited somewhere without me that made me feel so absolutely alone. I feel alone because unlike my very popular and extroverted boyfriend, my phone remains vacant of incoming messages or calls (unless it is Statistics Canada asking me to complete their survey). Even still, infrequent messages come from distant relatives or acquaintances who (in my opinion) either want something from me, or have for some reason taken an interest in me out of some underlying duty to be polite and to keep in touch. No one is texting me to make plans. All the plans I have I’m only invited to because of my partner.

And I do not reach out to anyone. The fear of being “left on read” or ignored is too painful, which further fuels my loneliness.

“Does life insurance cover suicide?”

My final Google search, as I’m considering the fact that this loneliness may end of killing me with how deep and profound it is. My partner has a $300,000.00 life insurance policy in my name that he will be entitled to if I die. I want to make sure that he is taken care of, especially in this economy, if this did in fact lead to me taking my own life, which I know is a real possibility.

It would mostly be an inconvenience for me to kill myself. A mess to be cleaned, a 230lb body to cart to the morgue. I mostly think about ways that require no clean up—launching myself off a bridge, going “missing” in the woods and dying of starvation, going to the most turbulent ocean and drifting innocently into a rip tide.  All of which could be covered under my accidental death policy. My self view is so horrendous that I can only think about how inconvenient it will be for those left behind to clean up the mess I make. How absolutely fucked, eh?  

Funnily enough, the first search result is the Canadian Prevention for Suicide website screaming DON’T DO IT, GET HELP. But what if I don’t want help? I’m an adult, I pay a third of my paycheque to taxes (and I probably pays for that initiative), I have an education, career, and home. Why can’t I decide if I live or die without so much judgement or people telling me not to do it?   

“Life is sacred”

But what if I do not feel like mine is? What if I feel that I do not belong, like an alien in a human’s body. I’ve always felt that way. A burden, not good enough, ugly, fat, just wrong in all sorts of ways.

My life isn’t sacred. My lack of social relationships proves that. No one can stand to be my friend after they get to know the real me, or they just put me on the back burner while they find closer connections with less damaged people. Ones that are not too exhausted by their lives that they can text first and often. Ones that aren’t filled with shame and find agony in reaching out and making plans. Ones that can afford to spend the night and will be there for you no matter what. I cannot offer those things. My trauma will not allow me. It is too exhausting for me to take an active role in someone else’s life. Which is why my friendships fizzle out and die.

I’m too ashamed of my appearance to reach out to my old co-worker who I used to spend time with every summer drinking and tanning in the Quad. I was a lot skinnier in college, and she works hard to keep her body tight and strong. I couldn’t help feeling shame and pain the last time we hung out because of my appearance. “Why would she even invite me over?” “Was it to make fun of how fat and ugly I’ve gotten?” Those thoughts circled in my head, and that was the last time I was invited to hang out with her.

Embarrassment and Shame rule everything I do, and it keeps me lonely. So, am I an asshole for feeling so strongly about my boyfriend having exciting plans when I can’t even get my best friend to prioritize a phone call with me? I think the answer is complicated, not unlike like my complex trauma.    

[maple-the-awesome]

Not My Amazing Boyfriend ||

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2,632

Overview: One of your goodhearted classmates has brought it to your attention that Peter isn't being a very good boyfriend. Of course, she's got it all wrong and you're not about to stand for someone accusing your boyfriend of going behind your back. Warning: toxic behavior (not from you)

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"Peter hasn't been a very good boyfriend lately, has he?"

Your classmate's sudden question makes you raise an eyebrow. You weren't even sure if she was talking to you until glancing up to find her leaned back in her chair, body twisted just enough to gaze at you with a look of pity.

"My friends and I overheard the two of you arguing in the hall yesterday. We didn't want to think much of it, but then we noticed you weren't sitting together at lunch today. Don't tell me you two broke up. You and Parker are, like, the biggest lovebirds at Midtown. If you can't make it, then that means everyone else's relationships are doomed to end, too."

"Oh, no. We didn't break up, it's just..." you stop yourself mid sentence, eyes falling to your open textbook shamefully. It's not like you can honestly tell her she's using an empty lure. You and Peter had gotten into a fight yesterday which set a bitter atmosphere between the two of you, but you wouldn't go as far as to say he's a bad boyfriend; just a normal scatterbrained teenager who can be a bit infuriating at times, that's all.

"What happened then?"

Playing with the eraser on your pencil, you give a shrug, deciding to humor Zosia's questions. While your relationship is ultimately none of her business, her random curiosity towards your life has managed to hook your interest.

"...We were supposed to have a study date the night before, but he was a no-show and didn't answer any of my texts until after I had gone to sleep."

Giving it some thought, you begin to regret the tone you had used with Peter yesterday. Of course, he had apologized profoundly the second he saw you that morning, promising to make it up to you in some way. Despite understanding how truly busy he's been and instead of communicating that sting of hurt you had felt by waiting for him for hours that night, you sighed in annoyance and brushed off his offer to study later. One thing led to another with the conversation then escalating into an avoidable argument.

With this new perspective in mind, you decide to add more to yourself than Zosia," I'm going to talk things out with him later and apologize."

"Why would you apologize? Boyfriends aren't supposed to avoid spending time with their significant others. If I were you, I'd be demanding that he make more time for me, not apologize for being the one who's been abandoned. I refuse to believe Parker's stretched that thin that he can't spend at least a little of his day with you. If that's the case, then he should choose which is more important to him: you or work. You're cool; too cool to deal with Parker's bullshit."

"T...Thanks, but it really isn't that big of a deal. Besides, I could never ask Peter to choose between me and his job. It means too much to him."

Your words are true. While it does get difficult knowing the danger the person you love is put in for 'work' and you hate to see how tired he is at the end of each day, you could never be selfish enough to make him choose between two things that make him happy. Of course, you know by just witnessing Zosia's treatment of her own boyfriends that she could never understand the fact that neither partner's feelings come before the other's.

On cue, the bell rings which acts as your saving grace to exit the situation. Quickly gathering your belongings, you hurry to your next period with a new desire to see Peter in chemistry where you're true to your word about properly talking things over with him. After both apologizing and setting up a new date to study (one Peter swears on Aunt May to attend), the two of you end up walking out of class hand-in-hand once again with smiles upon your faces.

While you wouldn't expect someone who has a new boyfriend nearly every month like Zosia to understand, Peter is an amazing boyfriend who does everything in his power to be there for you even on top of all the craziness in his life. He handpicks flowers on the way to school to give to you, visits with you on your windowsill during low points in crime, and even sends you pictures of cute elderly couples watching ducks at the pond together with promises that that'll be you two one day.

Sure, your relationship isn't perfect. Peter gets stressed balancing loved ones, school, Spiderman, and his terrible job at the Daily Bulge while you get worn out spending each night worrying for his safety, but you've both gotten better at addressing these problems. Peter's learned to take breaks for mental health and you take more time to share your concerns with him instead of letting them boil over in secret.

Unfortunately, as happy as you are in your relationship, there seems to be one person who can't believe it. Only a few days after last speaking with her, you find Zosia leaned against the locker next to yours, yapping about her hatred towards gym class without any notice to your half hearted nods while you internally wonder why she suddenly cares about being your 'friend'. The two of you have known each other since middle school yet rarely has she acknowledged you before unless asking for an extra pencil or help with worksheets.

"Hey, how come Parker walks Gwen to class and not you?"

You raise an eyebrow in response to her comment before noticing Peter and Gwen walking on the far side of the hall together. Giving them only a glance, you return to selecting your books from your locker," because they have the same second period and I don't?"

"So?" She sounds almost offended.

"So it would be inconvenient for him to walk me to my class across the school then go back to his own class. He'd be marked tardy."

"Not if he ran," Zosia rolls her eyes," either way, I don't see why he has to walk with Gwen...He looks pretty comfortable with her, don't you think?"

"Well, they are friends."

"Are you sure that's all?"

You don't say anything, being too busy biting your lip for any words to pass. With your silence, there's a pause in the conversation and a side of you hopes Zosia will lose interest, but you could never be so lucky.

"Anyways, you should totally come sit with my girl friends and I at lunch today. We have an extra spot."

"Oh, um, no thank you. I usually sit-"

"-With Peter? I haven't seen you guys sitting together for the last two days!"

"He said he's been busy with something."

"Sounds like an excuse," Zosia rolls her eyes before placing her hands on your shoulders, leading you through the halls to your next class which you unfortunately share, meaning your likelihood of escaping this conversation is close to zero," come on. It'll be fun. We sit by the window so we get the best sun unlike that shady table you usually sit by- one that's next to a trashcan might I add. Gross."

Of course, you try every excuse imaginable to politely turn down her offer, all of which were thrown right over her shoulder. Even after class, you attempt to hurry ahead of her to the lunchroom in hopes of her losing track of you and forgetting, but alas, the moment you walk away from the lunch lines, Zosia is back at your side, armed with her friends as reinforcement.

Within seconds, her arm links around yours, practically dragging you to their table where she sits you down between her and her best friend, Verona. There, you feel like prey trapped within the claws of a predator as you’re forced to listen to the clique of girls dominate the conversation about topics boring to yourself.

"I'm dying my hair next weekend. I'm even gonna get some highlights."

"Just in time for senior pics."

"I know right!"

"If only I could fix my nose before senior pics."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's too round. I want a nice slim nose, but my mom says I'll have to wait until I'm eighteen to get it- and she wants me to pay for it myself!" Zosia uses her phone camera as a mirror, touching her nose subconsciously," I'm just gonna ask dad next time I see him. He'll pay for it."

Everyone gives a chorus of agreements and praises while you continue to quietly pick at your food, dreading every second of this slow lunch period. Glancing away from the girls, you search for Peter who you quickly find sitting at your normal table at the edge of the lunchroom. As if sensing your gaze, he looks up to catch your eyes, giving you an apologetic smile which you return.

While you wish to keep his attention as a sort of comfort, it’s divided when Gwen Stacey sits with him in your usual seat, touching his shoulder with her own bright smile. The two quickly get caught up in a conversation, making you frown and return to mercilessly crunching the sad excuse for nachos the school served today.

"Omg, did you guys hear about Mila and Ophelia's break up?! Like, I guess Mila totally hooked up with this red head girl from their English Class that week Ophelia was sick. Christy H. found them making out in the girls bathroom and everything. Ophelia then slept with Christy just in spite of Mila, who ended up making a tiktok about what a slut Ophelia is. Do you follow her?" You grimace when a phone is suddenly shoved in front of your face by Verona, breaking you away from your previously blank thoughts.

"I don't have tiktok..."

"What?! Why not?! Here, give me your phone. We'll set you up-"

"Ophelia isn't the only slut at this school," Zosia breaths out of the vape pen she’s borrowed from one of the other girls, creating a cherry scented cloud across the table.

"What do you mean?"

Zosia merely points, sticking the vape back in her mouth before passing it to its owner," Gwen Stacey such a little slut, don’t you think?"

"E-Excuse me...?" You glance over to the girl in question in surprise. She’s leaning closer to Peter, saying something that makes him clearly happy as he leaps up from his spot with a wide grin, lifting her off the ground in a hug as the two share excited laughter while being oblivious to the judgmental attention they’ve now gained.

"I said Gwen Stacey's a slut. Just look at the way she's swooped in the second you and Parker become distant. It’s as if she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life. Man, and just seeing how fast she’s worked makes me think this isn’t her first time.

“Parker’s no better. He really thinks he can move onto someone else after just a few arguments. What a fuck boy. Can’t say I’m surprised though…I’m so sorry, (Y/n), but you were so much better than him anyways. It’s probably for the best honestly. You know, I have some guys I know that I can introduce you to if you want. Do you want their phone numbers?”

Zosia goes to pull out her phone, however, she freezes her action when you suddenly stand from the table, the force of you pushing your chair back causing a horrid ‘screech’ to feel the cafeteria.

"Can I give you a little bit of advice, Zosia? One friend to another?"

"O-Oh, um, sure, what-?" You barely give her time to ask before you're talking again, your voice only loud enough for the table to hear clearly.

"-How about instead of trying to think of ways to stir up drama in other people’s relationships, you realize that not everyone’s like you. We don’t all keep around ‘boytoys’ that we can just treat like crap and manipulate like puppets nor do we have the audacity to even think about sleeping with people when they’re clearly in a relationship unlike your whore ass who slept with Verona’s boyfriend last week.”

You hear Verona gasp, her eyes turning to Zosia in a glare as whispers erupt among the group, but it doesn’t stop you nor does the pale look on Zosia’s face fade.

"I’m only going to tell you this one more time: Peter’s an amazing boyfriend and he’s never once given me a reason that would warrant me doubting his loyalty to our relationship so I trust that he’d never cheat on me especially with Gwen. She’s his friend and has been long before we started dating. She has every right to hang out with him without being called a slut especially by a jealous bitch like you.

“With that said, if I ever hear you try to drag my boyfriend’s reputation through the mud or call Gwen a slut again, I’ll be giving you a real reason to have plastic surgery!” You jab a finger against Zosia’s chest before turning heel, not even bothering to collect your tray as you leave behind the chaos in the form of Verona shouts and Zosia cries out pathetic excuses.

Without ever looking back, you make a straight shot for where Peter and Gwen are talking, the former noticing you right away. Per usual, he’s quick to smile at your presence, opening his arms to greet you, however, his voice is cut off when your lips press against his. Nevertheless, he wastes no time setting his arms around your hips while yours snake around his neck to pull him closer.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you two to it then. I’ll talk to you later, Peter. Bye (Y/n),” Gwen rolls her eyes playfully, leaving the two of you in peace just in time to pull away.

“Did you really miss me that much?” Peter teases, his eyes dazed with love from the kiss.

You hum contently, resting your head against his chest as you soak up the hug you’ve been dying for all lunch period,“ I always miss you…Those barbies didn’t help.”

“What did you say to them? They don’t look happy,” Peter observes, glancing over to the table where the girls have quickly dispersed as Zosia chases after Verona.

You poorly fight back your smirk with a shake of your head,” doesn’t matter. You seemed happy talking to Gwen earlier. What did she say?”

Peter’s smile brightens if that’s even possible. He gently pushes you away from himself just enough to see your face, his words quiet yet laced with excitement,” I got the job.”

“At Oscorp?”

“Yeah. That’s what Gwen’s been helping me with. I had the interview yesterday and she just told me I got it. I actually got it!"

"That's amazing, babe!” You beam, jumping into his arms again with a squeal of joy. He laughs, spinning you around without either of you caring about the looks you're getting from other students,” it’s the same job as Gwen, right? You'll be able to work on all your science-y stuff and you'll be respected unlike like at the Daily Bugle. Oh! And I heard they offer scholarships and stuff to expand in the company-!"

Peter cuts off your ramble with a quick peck to your lips," and I should have more time on my hands, too. More pay for less work running around like at the Bugle. I could take you out somewhere fancy if you want."

"I like our window dates, though. After all, how many people can say Spiderman brings them the best deli sandwiches in Queens?" You whisper nudging his side which makes him fake a pout.

"Is Spiderman trying to steal my girlfriend?"

"Don't worry. As temping as he is, I'm more than happy with the guy I got," you joke, finally getting to sit down at your table where Peter begins to tell you more about the job all while you hang onto his every word with a smile, lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who all those barbie girls definitely should be jealous of. 

[v-hope]

You asked for an angst prompt, you shall receive (maybe more like angst/comfort though but do as you please with this):

Emotional breakdown in bed while the other person is sleeping. One of the people in bed has been bottling up feelings (non related to the relationship, but they feel like it has started to affect the relationship).

I had someone in mind for this but I dont want to limit your creativity.

- 🇫🇮

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: angst, comfort, fluff, established relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

word count: 2.0k

a/n: i was looking for something to write for the tf!couple and found this ask from like october 2021 lmao don’t judge. anyway i hardly ever write “angst” for these two, so i hope you guys enjoy!

Feeling the bed faintly shake right next to you, you managed to close your eyes harder, assuming Tigger was wide awake in the middle of the night and was scratching the back of his ear like he usually did.

When the shaking was no longer just that, but the sound of what seemed like muffled sobs reached your ears as well, your eyes opened wide open — turning around to face the trembling back of your boyfriend.

“Jeongguk-ie?” you hoarsely wondered, feeling his body freeze as you reached next to you to turn the lamp on your nightstand on and sat up in bed. “What’s wrong?”

He said nothing, a shake of his head being his answer as he rushed to wipe the tears on his face.

You felt your heart hurt at the sight of him struggling to hide both his sobs and tears from you.

“Bun?” you pushed it, leaning down to rest your chin on the crook of his neck and gently place your hand on his chest.

Again, he said nothing — a small sniffle catching your attention as he held your hand in his.

“Baby, please talk to me” you pouted.

Jeongguk took a deep breath, holding your hand tighter in his and feeling his body at ease when your thumb drew gentle circles on his skin.

Slumping his back on the mattress, he finally locked his puffy eyes with yours — not allowing you to let go of his hand to wipe his tears like you had just tried to. “It’s nothing, petal. I’m okay”.

“No, you’re not” you cupped his face with your free hand, softly wiping the small drops rolling down his cheeks. “Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can try and help. I hate seeing you like this”.

“It’s silly…” he shamefully pointed out.

“I don’t care whether it’s silly or not, if it’s got you crying like this in the middle of the night then it’s important”.

Jeongguk’s breathing trembled, being able to only hold your stare for two seconds before he shook his head and forcefully shut his eyes — new tears rolling down his face as he broke down all over again.

“Baby…” you tried to hush him, pulling him into your arms. “Come here”.

He naturally wrapped his arms around you as you fell on your back, allowing him to rest his chest against yours and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You gave up on asking him what had happened for him to be like this, he would tell you whenever he was ready to. What he needed right now was comfort — your comfort. To feel your arms around his body and to hear you tell him that everything would be okay.

So, you did just that.

Tenderly running your fingers through his brown locks, you whispered sweet nothings in between the soft kisses your lips were pressing to his temple — each of his sobs muffled on your neck and each of his tears wetting your skin, breaking your heart just a little bit more.

“I don’t wanna lose you” he quietly cried.

“Lose me?” you asked, not being able to hide how taken aback you were. “Hey, hey, bun…”

Pushing him slightly back by his shoulders, you looked for his eyes while he did his best to avoid yours. Biting down on your bottom lip, you pulled his chin up, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“Who said anything about you losing me?”

“I just,” he let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been so stressed out lately trying to get the promotion at work, that… I, I feel so drained whenever I get home and I just want to sleep everything off, and I’ve been pushing you away—”

“You haven’t” you reassured him. “You still spend as much time with me as you’ve always done”.

“Because I love spending time with you and I try my best to s-show you that, but I’m either spaced out or in a bad mood half of the time”.

At that, you sighed, slowly letting go of him.

You could not deny it.

Your eyes were the ones to avoid his intense stare now — one that could only turn sadder at the confirmation that you had indeed noticed that particular change in him.

“See?” his voice halted, having your eyes back on him in a second. “You can’t even deny it. I’ve been distant and it’s making us drift away and I hate it” he sniffled.

“We’re not drifting away, baby” you hushed him. “Yes, maybe you’re like that half of the time, but the other half you’re the same person you’ve always been”.

He shook his head in disappointment. “We’ve fought more these past three months than we’ve done in the four years we’ve been together”.

A weak smile curved up your lips. So that’s what this was all about, the argument you had earlier that evening right after he arrived back home from work — and the many others you have had lately as well, apparently.

All of them, meaningless to you.

However, all of them, plus the constant stress he had been under the past couple of months, had finally become too much for him to bear.

“They’ve just been small, meaningless arguments, love…” you gently caressed his cheek, catching a new tear of his. “Nothing that will make me want to leave”.

“But what if they become too many as the time goes on. What if they become the rule…” he wondered. “I’m working my ass off to be promoted because it’s supposed to be better money for less hours of work, and there are so many things we want to achieve, like moving into a bigger apartment, and have a nice wedding even though we’re not engaged yet, which is quite honestly the only thing holding us back… and we could really use the extra money, but…” he shrugged, not being able to stop his bottom lip from trembling as he avoided your eyes once more. “If all the stress I’m going through ends up making me lose you then it’s not worth it”.

“Baby…” you let out a heavy sigh, resting your forehead against his. “It’s your job, and you’re working for something you really want to achieve and would benefit us both, I understand. You don’t have to worry about me”.

“Yes, I do” he argued. “You don’t deserve to be treated like this. I try to be my best around you, I really do, but some days I just snap and—”

“Bun, I understand” you repeated, this time with a light, breathy laugh. “We’ve been together for years, I don’t expect you to always be in your best mood around me. We’ve had our share of arguments, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to walk out the door for good”.

“I don’t want it to get to that point” his voice broke.

“It won’t, my love” you soothed him. “We’ve been through way worse and here we are. We can handle this”.

“You promise?” he whispered.

“I promise” you smiled, earning a small giggle from him after you had lovingly bumped your nose on his. “You know that it’s not your job to get the promotion, though, right?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your statement. It was fair to say, he did not understand your point.

So, you went on.

“Of course it would be great for you to be promoted, but if you feel like it’s getting too much and it’s not worth it…” you shrugged. “Whether you want to keep aiming for the promotion or not, I’ll support you either way. Don’t feel like you have to get it”.

“I want to give you the best, though…”

“You don’t have to give me the best, we’re supposed to achieve that together” you reminded him with a smile. “We’re a team, you know that. I don’t want you to overwork yourself over something we can solve together”.

“Okay…” he mumbled.

“Okay?” you pushed it.

Jeongguk nodded, a genuine smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “I’ll take it easy from now on”.

“Good,” you planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And remember you can always talk to me whenever you feel like it’s getting all too much”.

His smile grew bigger, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Will do, my baby”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the lovely pet name, resting a hand on his cheek and tenderly tracing your thumb on his skin, as the two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence that had taken over the bedroom that late night.

Jeongguk smiled softly, reaching up to your bottom lip and gently tracing it with his thumb — a small giggle escaping his mouth when your lips puckered, pressing a soft kiss to it.

You were going to be okay.

“You’re feeling better?” you asked after what came out like more of a whisper.

“Mhm…” he nodded. “Sorry I overreacted… I guess the stress finally got to me”.

“Yah,” you pulled him to your chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him. “You can cry all you want. I was just worried”.

He smiled sweetly, pressing his lips briefly to the fabric covering your chest. “There’s no need to worry anymore”.

“Shall we go to sleep then?” you asked. “Or would you rather stay up talking about whatever?”

“We have work first time tomorrow,” he reminded you, much to your and his own despair. “I think the first choice will have to do. Don’t want to be the reason my baby is tired all day long”.

“It is a sacrifice I’m willing to take” you dramatically recited, receiving a laugh from him that was followed by a pinch on your hip.

“Just go to sleep, you dork”.

Letting out a throaty laugh that could only make him happier than he already was thanks to you right then, you let go of him so you could reach for your lamp and turn it off.

As soon as that was done and you lied back down in bed, you were met by your boyfriend’s warm, familiar arms, which were tightly wrapped around your figure as he pulled you to his chest.

When he tried to pull your body on top of his so you could sleep like that, however, you refused.

Instead, you managed to lay your back on the mattress and pull him to your chest — shifting on it for a few seconds, to find a comfortable enough position to sleep on as half of your boyfriend’s body laid now on top of yours.

“I’m holding you tonight” you stated.

Although amused by your cute antics, Jeongguk sighed contentedly, pulling you somehow closer to him as he made himself more comfortable on your chest.

“I love you so, so much” he quietly confessed. “You know that?”

“Of course I know,” you smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “I love you, too”.

He smiled blissfully, tilting his head slightly back and puckering his lips for you to close the space between them and yours. Letting out a breathy laugh, you leaned in to press your mouth on his.

“Stay with me forever?” he hummed, eyes still closed as he smiled.

The corners of your mouth curved up. “You’re underestimating just how much I love you”.

“Tell me you’ll stay with me forever then”.

You chuckled, leaning in to brush your mouth against his. “Of course I will stay with you forever,” your lips pressed lightly on his. “You’re stuck with me until the end of times, bun”.

He pressed one last kiss to your mouth, smiling blissfully as he rested his forehead against yours. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear”.

[bumbleklee]

finding out you’re pregnant

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | discord server | pregnancy series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy

diluc

✶ you weren’t feeling well for a while now but both you and diluc ruled it out to be a stomach bug. you had been throwing up almost everyday, felt warmer than usual, and had fatigue. 

✶ on the eighth day of your illness, diluc finally decided you should go into town and see barbara. it could very well be nothing more than the flu but we wanted to make sure either way. 

✶ so when you told barbara your symptoms and the young woman seemed to know exactly what was wrong, you couldn’t help but fear the worse. 

“Forgive me if this is inappropriate, Y/N, but when’s the last time you’ve had sexual intercourse?” 

The blonde’s cheeks were as red as a rose as she asked the question. She averted gaze with you completely, busying herself with notes on a clipboard, and awaited your response. 

You hesitated, “Um, I think a few weeks ago. Diluc and I have been too busy to do...anything.” 

Barbara hummed to herself and quickly thanked you for answering. She turned on her heel to find someone, leaving you alone in the church infirmary bed for a moment. You wracked your brain for what could be the cause of your illness but couldn’t think of anything valid. You hadn’t eaten anything bad lately and no one you knew was sick, so this couldn’t be viral. 

While you were in the middle of planning your death bed, Barbara walked back over with a contraption you were only vaguely familiar with. It was white, plastic and had an opening in the middle next to a blank screen. She handed it to you with shaky hands, “This is a pregnancy test. You need to, um, urinate on it.”

The word Barbara spoke distracted you from her embarrassed demeanor. Pregnant? But you and Diluc were always so careful to use protection, deciding long ago that neither of you were ready for a child anytime soon.

“Right, thank you,” You said quickly, taking the pregnancy test and heading to the bathroom. After doing what you had to do, you cleaned off the test and set it on the counter. You alerted Barbara you were done and she came back to check on you and the results.

It felt like years went by as you waited for anything to show up on the test. Barbara watched intently, as if she looked away she would miss the results. You sat on the closed toilet with your head in your hands.

“You’re pregnant.”

Her words echoed in your head. You were pregnant with Diluc’s baby. You thanked Barbara again and took your leave, trying to wrap your head around the news. Would Diluc be angry with you and leave you? You had never discussed having a child together, you were just careless once. But regardless of your worries, you needed to tell Diluc before you did anything.

“Hello?” You asked aloud, stepping into the quiet winery.

“In here!” Diluc called back. You followed his voice to the office tucked away in a corner of the manor and he smiled warmly when he saw you. “How are you feeling?”

“About that…'' You began, walking around Diluc’s desk to prop yourself on the edge. You folded your hands across your thighs, still wondering about how to word what was happening. “Remember when we had sex a while back? And we were in such a rush we were being careless?”

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you, “I do, why?”

“Well, it led to me getting pregnant.” You weren’t sure what emotion he was feeling right now as his pen stilled in his hand. Diluc leaned back in his chair and only looked at you. You looked down shamefully, “I’m sorry. I know this wasn’t how we wanted to do it but -”

“Oh, Love,” Diluc finally said, reaching out to take your hands in his. “I don’t know the right thing to say but this is wonderful news.”

“Really?”

His fingers rubbed your knuckles, “Of course. I’ve never been happier in my life. I love you.”

kaeya

✶ finding out you were pregnant with kaeya’s baby while you were fighting was quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened. 

✶ and because you were already a month into your pregnancy, your mood was all over the place and you were positive you were just making the situation worse. 

✶ you just hoped that kaeya could forgive everything. 

When you dropped a coffee mug onto the tiled floor of your new kitchen at six in the morning, the argument from last night picked up again.

“Great job,” Kaeya scowled, “Go and ruin another coffee mug.”

You clenched your jaw and gritted your teeth at his comment. Your husband was sitting at the kitchen island, sneering at you over a bowl of cereal. You only flipped him off and bent down to pick up pieces of ceramic. As you went to scoop up the smaller pieces, Kaeya marched over and pushed you away.

“Don’t touch that,” He said, “Just get me the dustpan.” You obliged and sat back as Kaeya cleaned up your mess. Eventually, you stood back up and sat down at the island as well, too embarrassed to make another cup of coffee. Kaeya disposed of the broken mug and sat down in his seat, “A thank you would have been nice.”

You gave him a glare, “Thanks.”

Kaeya glared at you up and down. He was still peeved by your words last night and by the looks of your attitude, you were too.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have work?” You said suddenly, irritated by Kaeya’s presence suddenly.

“I actually live here, too.” Kaeya snapped, letting out a deep breath. “Are we just going to fight together? Because, honestly, I have better things to do.”

“Go do them then.”

Kaeya ran a hand through his loose hair, sharpening his eyes at you. “Are you on your period, or something? You’re acting like such a bitch and I don’t want to be around you.”

At this, your hands clenched. You turned towards Kaeya, nearly falling off your chair, “No, I’m not on my period, Kaeya! And I’m not going to get my period for the next nine months, so aren’t you lucky?”

Kaeya froze and you crumbled under the silence. You tried to hop off your chair and run to your bedroom but Kaeya caught your arm. You turned to mush in his touch, crossing your arms over your body and keeping your eyes glued to the floor.

“You’re pregnant?” Instead of pushing you away like you thought he would, Kaeya only wrapped his arms tightly around you and spun you around the kitchen. You finally looked up to see a very excited Kaeya. “Finally! I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have?” You said shakily. “You aren’t mad at me?”

“How could I be at you? I knew from the moment I met you that you were the one I wanted to start a family with. And now we’re finally getting to do that.”

childe

✶ the worst part about childe being a harbinger was that he was away for so long sometimes. when he came home, times were magical, but you desperately wanted to just settle down with him. 

✶ the last time childe visited, you made love like rabbits. you had talked about having kids plenty of times and childe assured you that when you were ready, he was too.

You found out you were pregnant while Childe was away in Liyue for the month. You wanted to tell him right away but every letter you constructed didn’t come out right. You also didn’t want him to worry about you or the baby and ultimately decided to wait until he came back home.

When Childe did come home, you were still far along where you could hide the pregnancy. You wanted to surprise him with the news in the best way possible.

His family threw a gathering to welcome him home and Childe noticed you turned down his offer to do shots, which was unlike you. But you played it off as not wanting a headache tomorrow morning and he believed you.

“Easy there, Teucer!”

A round of laughter filled the living room and you looked up to see Childe carrying the child on his back like an airplane.

“Come join us, Y/N!” Teucer said, beaming at you. You were curled up on the couch, fatigue running through your body.

“I would love to, buddy, but your nephew is really making me tired.”

The words slipped out before you could catch them and Childe froze. Teucer didn’t seem to notice and tried to get his brother to spin around again, only Childe put him down. Your boyfriend was in your face in seconds, staring at you with wide eyes and a huge grin.

“What?!”

You melted into Childe’s embrace, “I wanted to surprise you in a better way!”

“This was a great surprise,” He assured you. His hold rocked you back and forth and you giggled, “Is it a boy? You said nephew.”

“I don’t know yet,” You admitted, “I just have a feeling.”

Childe pulled away from you to bend down to Teucer’s level, “We’re going to have a baby! You’re going to be an uncle, Teucer!”

The ten year old only shrugged his shoulders. “Cool, can we play airplanes again?”

zhongli

✶ for as long as you and zhongli had been together, you had struggled with infertility. you had tried everything from medical assistance to old wive’s tales to praying to the archons but nothing. 

✶ it was heartbreaking at times, especially since you and zhongli wanted to have a baby so badly. 

✶ you were so desperate to start your family, you were considering moving to fontaine to adopt. 

Your bedside table was dedicated to pregnancy tests. The top drawer was filled with brand new boxes of them while the bottom drawer was filled with negative upon negative tests. Approximately 37 negative pregnancy tests littered the drawer, reminding you of your constant inability to conceive.

You wanted a baby so badly. Zhongli wanted a baby so badly. You felt like such a failure for not being able to give him what he wanted.

Taking a pregnancy test each morning had become routine. As you boxed a new one, you tried not to get your hopes up. Chances are it would be another negative one to add to your collection. Several doctors had examined both you and Zhongli and neither of you were incapable of conceiving, so why was it so hard?

With a stoic expression, you placed the used pregnancy test on the counter and waited.

And there it was.

Two pink lines shown vibrantly on the test and you felt like fainting.

“No way,” You said to yourself, shocked. You grabbed two more tests from the top drawer and used them, receiving the same confirmation. You couldn’t stop the tears of joy from rushing down your face. You grasped the tests in your hands and booked it out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where Zhongli was standing over the stove.

You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his middle and crying into the back of his shirt. Zhongli was taken off guard and turned around, “Darling?”

“We did it, Zhongli, we did it.”

“What did we do?” He asked, confused.

“We’re having a baby!”

Similar to you, Zhongli felt tears of joy pring his eyes. When the initial shock wore off, Zhongli pressed a meaningful kiss to his forehead. “We’re going to be parents?”

“Yes,” You smiled. “We’re finally going to be parents.”

[xela-smutt]

Late Nights Like These

pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!reader

tw: cursing, masturbation m!receiving, marking bodies, pussy rubbing.

words: 2k

“Fucking useless pieces of shit” Bakugou murmured while walking like a maniac on his way to your dorm. It was such a shitty day for the blond, nothing went his way, not his training, not his grades, not those fools who kept on bugging him all day.

Was too hard for him to find pace in his room, after all those hours where he’d punch the walls and scream like a mad dog. So of course he would bust in Y/N’s room, what else could he have done to calm down?! You were his best friend, no, much more than that, both of you knew that, but you decided to just let things go their way and not rush.

He just needed his person in his arms, like any other night past these weeks. It was the only way Bakugou would be able to sleep. Little did he knew that he’d find you late in the night trying out your new set of lingerie you brought.

So when he opened the door wide open shouting about how he’s tired and wants to sleep, he was facing your curved body in small lace panties and bra that showed more of your breast than covering it, looking in the mirror. You weren’t surprised that he came again tonight, you just hoped for a better timing than this.

“What the fuck are you doing? Does that shit of fabric even cover something up?!” He looked somewhere else with his cute flushed face, trying to give u the smallest bit of privacy he could.

“I forgot i have a roommate lately, my bad.” You put on a big shirt that you wore as pajamas and threw yourself in your bed. “Is that all you’re gonna wear?” Bakugou placed himself beside you, admiring your body better. It was his first time he got to see your exposed skin, and the way your T-shirt hugged your small waist like that, made him forget about his awful day.

“Yes Katsuki. What’s up with you? What are you mad about tonight?” You laughed in his face and waited for his petty response as he would always give. But not tonight. He was taking his time staring at every inch of your skin, shamefully, as you couldn’t even see him staring.

“Hey pervert, i asked you a question.” you were getting kinda insecure about him watching you like that. Of course you liked the way his eyes were looking at the right places the first seconds, but now it’s been awhile since he didn’t even answer.

Bakugou climbed your small body and trapped you between his big hands, looking down on you with his usually smirk and piercing eyes “I should be calling you a pervert, princess…You were the one who was barely wearing anything just a few minutes ago.” Katsuky would keep coming closer and closer to your face with every word he said.

You already felt his warm breath on your skin, making you struggle beneath him. Yes, the two of you would give each other small kisses here and there, but this was the first time it was this intense. Were you finally doing it? Just the thought of your best friend railing you till you couldn’t walk made you so horny to the point it hurt.

“Katsu…” you look with half eyes opened at his red and tired ones, almost like you hoped he would get what you wanted. “What, pretty girl?” he kept talking just an inch apart from the skin of your neck, slowly brushing his nose against it. His voice was husky but smooth at the same time. Crazy what this guy could do to you.

You placed your arms on his abs that were covering in a black tank top, sending shivers to his spine every time you’d touch him with your small fingers. “Katsu i think- i..” you exhale tired, tired from both trying to find a way to tell him that you want him and tired from the way your pussy was in pain from how horny you got.

His red eyes didn’t lose yours for a second. He was patiently waiting for your order, for the first time in his life that he’d ever listen to someone. “Tell me.” Katsuki kept growing more and more hungry for you. “I want you Katsuki. I want you so bad right now to the point that it hurts.”

Bakugou eyes opened wide in shock, not because he didn’t know 100% what you wanted, but because you didn’t have the guts to be straightforward about it.

“Good. I’m glad it hurts princess…Cause it hurts me just as much as it hurts you” He immediately took your hand and placed on his pants, where you could feel his hard cock struggling there. As your hand was still on his boner, he started kissing your neck, slowly starting to bite it and leave track of his teeth.

You were getting hazy and bold, so you took out his cock from his pants and stroked his length. “Do you have any idea for how long i craved you? How long i wanted to dig my nails in your beautiful skin and mark all over it? I don’t think you do Y/N” Katsuki pulled up your T-shirt to the base of your neck, leaving you in panties in front of him and nothing else.

He took your boob in his mouth and started sucking it while he played with the other. While he was grabbing your body with his hands, his knee reached your clothed pussy and started moving it, giving you so much please just by doing the bare minimum.

You reached out for his face with your free hand and started kissing him like there wasn’t a new day. It’s not just him that wanted this, you were imagining this moment every night after the two of you grew closer and closer. Seeing him everyday in class didn’t help with you daydreaming about Katsuki fucking the shit out of you.

Bakugou felt how he was close to cum so he placed himself down on your bed, putting you on top of him. While his dick was laying on his abdomen right under you, you pushed your panties to the side, leaving only a small portion for him to use. Your arms started trembling on his shoulders but he was quick to notice, lucky.

“Don’t worry, I know it’s your first time. We said we’ll take it slow so there is no reason for us to do it now princess.” Gosh he was such a nice person to you that you almost bust out into tears when you head his words. You placed both your legs aside his tensed body and slowly rubbed your pussy along his size.

“You’re so fucking nice Katsuki.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to look into his eyes as you shamelessly moved like a bitch in heat over his body. Bakugou couldn’t help but smile like the teenage boy that was in love he was. “You know…You’re the only one experiencing this side of me Y/N.”

You smiled back at him, feeling your cheeks heating up even more. You started feeling your orgasm too, and it didn’t took long until Bakugou took control over your movements, like the control freak he was, but that only made it feel good, if that was even possible.

His nails were digging so hard in the flesh of your butt cheeks that you were sure he’d leave marks. Good, that’s what you wanted, being marked by him, and him being marked by you. You hugged his neck, pressing your boobs on his pectorals, almost crying by the sensation he made you feel.

“This feels so fuck-fucking good Katsu” you said sobbing into his neck, praising him as he should be praised. “Yeah…Will make sure to make you feel this good every night now.” Bakugou said while kissing the back of your neck.

“Do you hear me? Every fucking night. Or Day. I don’t even care Y/N. I’ll make sure to make you feel good.”

And shortly after, you both came undone.

a/n: well that’s a long ass fic.