#mmm is that some college you go there can i have some (eats it before you can answer)

[scream-mans-friend]

addicted to college... already have two degrees and have only been graduated for 6 months but am going back for more

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember Day 8: Mommy

Mommy Sakura, I think she's a bit too hungry. Anyway, enjoy!

Length: 2.2K

Sakura X Mreader

You sweat as you carry the last box from your car to your apartment,  your muscles aching after over an hour of moving boxes up from the ground floor. Reaching your floor for the last time, you jiggle the door open and step in. You stretch your arms up to the sky after setting the last box down. You look around your new apartment, finally on your own. You consider where to start unpacking when there’s a knock on your door. You turn around to see a beautiful woman standing in your doorway. She gives you a small wave and stretches her arm out, offering you a water bottle, “Welcome to the neighborhood; I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Sakura; I live right next door, actually.” 

You take the water, “It’s nice to meet you, Sakura.” You take a swig of water, “I’ll try not to bother you; I’ll be up late at night pretty often.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” 

“I’m a student at the nearby college; I’ll be studying a lot and busy with a lot of other things.”

“Ohh, a college student,” Sakura repeats, a grin forming. “I’ve heard that you guys get busy; maybe I’ll come by and help you…like a mom away from home,” She says with a laugh. 

“Mmm,” you hum, “Yeah, well, if I ever need anything, I’ll come to you.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you around,” Sakura says, leaving you alone in your apartment. You take another sip of water before beginning the unpacking process. You work around the clock putting away clothes and arranging your space when it becomes evening. There was another knock on the door, and you head over. Checking through the peephole, you see Sakura holding a covered plate. She reaches up, ready to knock again when you open the door. “Hi again; I thought I'd bring you over some food. You haven’t eaten yet, right?” Sakura pushes the plate forward; I made a little too much and thought you’d like some. It’s curry.”

“Oh, thanks, Sakura. I was getting kind of hungry. Would you like to come inside?”

“I’d love to.” Sakura hands you the plate and steps inside your home, looking around to see how you’ve decorated it.

“It’s not much yet, but it’ll get there in time, " you say, grabbing a spoon from the kitchen before sitting in the living room. You uncover the curry; it's still warm, with condensation covering the foil she used to cover it. You take a spoonful and start eating as Sakura sits beside you.

“It’s nice, though; I’m sure your girlfriend will like it. Or she can decorate a little.”

“Ah, well, that’s a nice thought but…I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Sakura feigns shock, “Uhm, I’m sorry. I just assumed that you would. I mean, you’re cute, so I just thought.” Sakura stumbles through her words. Internally, though, she’s praising God; it would make things so much easier for her. 

You wave her off, “It’s okay, maybe someday I’ll get one,” you say in jest. You take another bite of the food, “You make a really good curry, though,” you say, awkwardly changing the subject. 

Sakura smiles, “I can cook for you sometimes.” She pats her lap, excited at the prospect of getting closer to you, “I don’t really have anyone around either, so it wouldn’t be a problem. It could be here or at my place.” The two of you continue talking as you eat; while you’re speaking, Sakura's thoughts become less than pure. She manages to hold herself together as your conversation reaches its natural end and you finish eating. “It was nice talking; I’ll see you soon.” She says, taking the plate from you just as you finish. “I’ll be going now,” She bows and leaves the apartment quickly. You’re left a little confused because of how quickly she decided to leave, but you put it in the back of your mind as you get ready to shower and then sleep.

In her home, Sakura rushes to her bedroom and throws herself onto her bed. She slips her fingers underneath her jeans and moves her fingers around her clit, moaning as she imagines what you must be like in bed. Sakura just loved younger men, and you were the perfect fit for her. She imagined your hands on her body, groping her, and it drove her crazy.

Over the next few weeks, as your classes began and you found yourself busier and busier with work, Sakura wormed her way into your routine, bringing you food, doing your laundry, and occasionally cleaning up around your apartment. Sakura even began referring to herself as your mommy, teasing you as she did all the work around your apartment. She did it to help you, but she was also getting something out of it. She would smell your clothing before washing it, your scent fueling her desires. She thought to herself about how to bring up the topic of taking things further. You appreciate her help and buy her a small gift as a thank you. You wrap it nicely and hold onto it until Sakura comes by again. 

Sakura came by the next day; she greeted you warmly and put on an apron as she prepared to cook you something. “Hey, Sakura. I got you something to say thanks.” 

“Huh? You didn’t have to. I just wanted to help you. You’ve been so busy with college that I thought an older woman like me should help you.” Sakura protests, waving her hands.  

“It’s something small. Here,” you place a small box on the counter. 

“You really didn’t have to.” At that moment, the idea popped into Sakura’s head; this was her opportunity to push things further. She unties her apron, placing it on the counter next to your gift. “There’s actually something else I’d like.”

“What is it?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone. So…I’d like it if you’d…” Sakura considered what word to use, one that was more reserved or one that she felt best described her desires. “I want you to fuck me,” She says plainly. Sakura inches closer to you, grabbing your hands and placing them around her waist before wrapping her arms around your neck. “I’ve played the role of your mommy by helping you around here. Now I’d like you to return the favor and help mommy cum.” Sakura said in a low, sultry voice, unlike any you’ve ever heard from her. “Please?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

You had to admit that you hadn’t expected this sort of situation, but you didn’t mind getting this kind of attention from Sakura. She was a beautiful woman, after all. “Alright, if that’s all you want.”

Sakura smiles, “It is; Mommy will show you how good she can take it.” You move your hands down to Sakura’s thighs and lift her, taking her to your bedroom. You toss her on the bed, and she quickly strips off her clothing, her craving for you hitting an all-time high now that she is so close to getting you. You strip off your clothing and crawl over Sakura, who quickly rolls you onto your back.

Sakura straddles you, rubbing your cock against her wet slit. “Mmm, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” She leans over, kissing your cheek. “Now, fuck mommy as hard as you can. Make me cum, and don’t stop until I say so.” She aligns your cock with her entrance and pushes you inside. Sakura groans as she feels you stretch her cunt. “Oh, you’re so big,” she grunts, adjusting herself. She places her hands on your thighs and leans back as she begins to move. Your cock slides in and out of her with ease. You enjoy the feeling of her walls clamping down on your cock for a moment, letting Sakura do all the work before grabbing onto her waist. You slam yourself into the deepest part of her cunt, knocking against her womb. “That’s it, baby, fuck mommy,” She moans, feeling you deep inside her. You hold her as you begin thrusting, ramming yourself inside her tight cunt. Sakura leans back, her moans filling the room, and she smiles with pure glee. She was happy to have you finally; she focused on the feeling of your cock stirring her inside. The pleasure was making her lose her mind. You had just started, but you were already pushing her to her climax. 

Sakura’s walls only got tighter as you went on. You wanted more of her. Rolling her onto her back, you push her legs to her ears and drive your cock deeper into her. Sakura groans, her toes curl as she reaches her climax. Her walls clamp down on your cock, and she cums. Her nectar splashes onto her stomach and chest as you continue to thrust. “Baby, keep going!” She cries out, gripping the bedsheets so hard her knuckles are turning white. You steal a kiss from Sakura as you continue to ruin her, driving her crazy as the pleasure continues to crash over her. She can feel herself slipping away as your cock reshapes her cunt. You sucked on Sakura’s tongue after she stuck out unconsciously. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as you pushed her to another orgasm. Her cries of pleasure flowed endlessly as you pounded away at her body.

“I’m cumming, mommy.” You grunt, struggling to keep your pace now that your body is on edge. 

“Inside!” Sakura shouts, her arms reaching out as she tries to hold you. You bury yourself inside Sakura, flooding her pussy with your cum. A euphoric smile is plastered on her face as your warm cum invades her body, heating her from the inside. You gain your bearings and drag your cock out Sakura, letting her legs fall down. Cum leaks out of her as she remains on the bed. 

She slowly rolls onto her back and raises her ass into the air. “Keep going, baby; I want more. Please fuck your dirty mommy more,” Semen drips from her cunt as Sakura presses her face against a pillow, waiting for you to take her again. 

You grasp your cock and press it against her entrance. You slip in easily, returning to her snug cunt. You grip her ass, the soft cheeks melting into your hands as you bury yourself inside her. Sakura moaned into the pillow as she felt your cock fill her again. She was thanking God she met you with every thrust. You enjoyed the sight, watching Sakura's ass bounce on your cock. You reach back and slap the jiggling meat. She yelps and begs for more. “Spank me, baby, make me yours.” She moans. You continue to punish her ass, leaving your hand imprinted on her skin as you drive her further into the mattress. You push her face into the pillow as you angle her better. Sakura's brain stops working as she cums a third time; her body shuts down and is only held up by you as you continue driving your cock into her womb. Your climax approaches slowly, but you reach the peak once more and fill Sakura’s cunt with another load of cum. You keep yourself inside Sakura and bring her down with you, using her as a cockwarmer.

When morning comes, you find Sakura between your legs, her tongue caressing the sides of your shaft. “Good morning, baby.” She says as she pulls away, her hand strokes your cock gently, “I thought it would be nice to wake up to mommy give you a nice blowjob. Does that sound good?” 

“That sounds good,” you coo as she rubs the tip with her thumb. 

“Great, let me finish.” Sakura presses her soft lips on the tip and slowly pushes you in. Her tongue swirls around the tip before running along the underside as she bobs her head. She moans softly, your musk flooding her nose and making her hungry for more. She allowed you into her throat, relaxing her muscles around you as she reached your pelvis.  Sakura pulls back slowly, letting you enjoy the pleasure. She strokes your shaft as she focuses on the head, running her tongue around the head.  “You can cum whenever your want, baby. Mommy will drink it all.” Sakura was sure of that. She wouldn’t waste a drop. She latched onto your cock, working her tongue all over it until you came into her mouth. As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, she was in love. She swallowed every drop, drinking your cum as it came. 

Once you were done, she popped you out of her mouth and let you look inside. Her mouth was empty, and she was proud of it. Sakura kept her hand on your cock, stroking it gently. “Listen, baby, while you’re here for college, I’ll do all the cooking and cleaning. You don’t have to pay me; all you have to do is fuck me like you did last night. It’s all I want. Mommy will be here for you to use whenever you want, too.”

“You have a deal, mommy.” You groan as she jerks you off. “And I want you right now,” Sakura smirked, happy you’re taking advantage of the last part already.

[ellieputellas]

friendly competition | alexia putellas x mapi león x reader 🔞

Your best friends Alexia and Mapi were always naturally competitive, finding every opportunity to one up each other. You just never thought pleasuring you would be their next competition.

tags / warnings: MINORS DNI, strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, cunnilingus r!receiving, lots of making out and fondling, minimal usage of slut, pet names, overstimulation, drunk sex, just some nice friendly competition, unedited and no proofreading done at all so there will be some errors | wc: 4k+

masterlist | please do not repost or plagiarize.

After breaking up with your boyfriend of 5 years, your best friends from college decided that they would make it their agenda to make you happy.

"Mapi, enough with the drinks, she's going to throw up if you keep making her drunk." Alexia scolded the tattooed girl who was mixing you a suspicious cocktail of Jäger and soda. 

Mapi scoffed. "She's gonna end up getting sick first cause of all the sweets you're feeding her."

Alexia rolled her eyes at Mapi.

Mapi and Alexia were competitive ever since you first met as roommates for college. They didn't like to admit it but there was always something between the two of them — a sense of friendly competition. It started off with just football but it trickled down to other things — like grades in school and party games. 

At some point, the two even started a competition of who could get the most girl's numbers at a college party, much to your dismay. You hated being in between all of it; you weren't always a fan of how competitive and intense they could be.

But today, it was working in your favor because today, their competition was on who could make you feel better faster.

"Actually, I don't want anything to drink or eat right now." You groaned, rubbing your tummy. You were starting to feel full and tipsy. "I'd kill to get my feet massaged right now though."

"Got it," Alexia said, immediately getting up from the couch to settle on the floor and take one of your feet. 

Mapi furrowed her eyebrows. "Don't let Alexia do it. She just presses random spots and thinks that's good enough."

The two bantered, both obviously tipsy as well. You chuckled and shook your head. "How do you two even know who gives the better foot rubs? You two join some weird foot massaging tournament?”

Mapi smirked as she slinked beside Alexia, grabbing your other foot. "We both liked the same girl before and we both wanted to impress her and that somehow ended up kinda like this." She recounted.

You chuckled and shook your head at the anecdote. There wasn't a single thing your two best friends did not compete over. You were just glad it was going in your favor today.

You moaned out in delight as you felt them both try hard to massage your feet. "Mmm, that's good." You laid your head back, resting it on the couch cushion.

"Well, who's better?" Alexia asked impatiently.

You sighed. "You've been massaging me for 3 seconds and you already want me to decide already. Just keep at it."

The two laughed; they knew you were taking advantage of their competitiveness but fuck it, you were just  broken up with. The least you can get off it was a foot massage.

"So, be for real, are you still upset about him?" Mapi asked, tilting her head to the side. 

You hummed to think. "Yes... and no." You responded honestly. "Yes because we were together for a really long time and I just got used to being around him. He kind of became part of my life ritual so it will be hard to move past that."

"And no because?" Alexia pressed, looking at you with a curious look.

"Also no because these past years, I've always felt like the spark completely died out." You said honestly, taking a deep breath. "I hate him for cheating on me and leaving me for some random chick he met on Call of Duty but part of me blames myself. I rarely make out with him. We only ever have sex on his birthday or when he begs for it extra, extra hard. I just wasn't a good girlfriend physically and I guess, men need that physical aspect of a relationship."

You pressed a hand on your forehead as you sighed deeply. "At least I don't have to force myself to fake an orgasm anymore while having to choke down my own vomit." You said, shaking your head at the memory of the sweaty man grunting on top of you. Why did I even try to put up with that?

The two laughed at your candidness which was mostly brought by your inebriation. "Geez, I didn't know you two were having issues like that." Alexia commented with an amused expression."You guys always looked happy."

"I saw it coming. If you're observant enough, you could see they were mostly just friends these past years. The whole romance aspect died down basically during the second year of college." Mapi interjected. "You might not have noticed it much, Ale. Considering that you’re not that observant."

Alexia looked offended. "Excuse me? If anything, I'm more observant than you are. I literally am the best listener while you mostly just yap." She argued.

You grained, feeling your head throb with the banter. “Can you guys cut it out for a moment? I just want a good foot massage and not have to hear you two bicker about who's better at what."

The two continued to massage your feet, glancing at each other to see how well the other was doing. You rolled your eyes. I really got a bunch of childish losers for my best friends, you thought.

"Mmm," You said out loud as you felt Mapi press against a pressure point with the pad of her fingers. "Oh... that feels really good."

Mapi smiled. Alexia rolled her eyes but decided to emulate Mapi and press against the same pressure point on the opposite foot.

You moaned out. "Ohhh, that feels really good. Mmm." You closed my eyes, pressing your hands flat on the surface beside you.

"This massage is giving me more pleasure than all the sex I had with him all those years combined. I can't believe a foot massage may give me my first orgasm." You attempted a joke but realized no one was chuckling with you. You blinked your eyes open to see Alexia and Mapi looking at each other knowingly.

You cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

The two had a playful smirk that irked you and left you feeling uneasy. You felt like you were being purposefully left out of an inside joke. 

"Whaaaaat? Tell me."

"I don't even know if Alexia is thinking the same thing as me." Mapi shrugged with a small smile and a playful look on her face. She glanced at Alexia who was chuckling as she shook her head.

After a pause of contemplation, Alexia leaned in to whisper something in Mapi's ear, making her chuckle. "Okay, never mind, we were thinking the same thing." Mapi confirmed, not exactly shocked that they were thinking alike.

You groaned. "Can you just tell me? This is frustrating."

The two best friends looked at each other carefully, slowing down on their foot massaging. Alexia bit her lip before saying out loud. "We wanna see who can pleasure you more." Her tone was calculated but firm.

"Pleasure?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

Mapi nodded. "Yeah, we wanna see which one of us can fuck you better." She said more bluntly. 

You widened my eyes. "Are you guys insane?" You shouted, jolting back and taking back your feet away from them. You tucked them into an indian sit."You guys better be fucking around."

The two of them were quiet and unresponsive which made you a bit nervous. Were they actually being serious?

"Guys, don't fuck around with me please. I don't like it." You whined, feeling teased by your best friends. "It's really not funny."

"To be honest... Alexia and I have been interested in you since college." Mapi responded. "We just kept a healthy distance since, well, you had a boyfriend."

You turned your attention to Alexia who nodded. "Yeah, I've wanted to bend you over and go crazy ever since I saw you undress in front of me during our first night at our dorm." Her voice was too confident and loud, obviously tipsy but it still sounded honest.

You fell speechless, blinking and trying to process what the two had just confessed. Mapi stood up and leaned over you on the couch, propping her hand beside you. "Come on, don't tell us you haven't thought of us like that before?" She asked with a suggestive tone.

You gulped. You've always known your best friends were attractive; there was a good reason for them to be so popular amongst girls. All of your friends in college basically were always asking about at least one of them. It was no question that they were both hot and had such strong sex appeal in such different ways. But, you didn't really think about it until now...

Before you could say anything, Mapi's lips found its way to your neck. You gasped as you felt her kiss the side of your neck then slowly made her way to your jaw. You tensed up at first but immediately felt your eyes flutter.

"Uh," You  moaned as you let her suck on your neck. "Mapi, wait."

She pulled away. "Tell me stop if you don't want me to go on." She said before leaning in again to kiss your neck but with more force this time. You knew you should have stopped her but it just felt too damn good. You moaned out when you felt her nibble at a sensitive part of your collarbones. All hesitation melted away and you wrapped your arms around her and let her devour you. 

"Hey, I want a turn too." You opened your eyes to see Alexia standing, towering over the two of you. You don't know what came over you but you used your left hand to grab her hand and pull her close to you.

Mapi moved over to sit on your right and to kiss that side of my neck while moving her hands to gently cup your clothed breast as Alexia leaned over you, capturing your lips with hers.

You moaned, tasting the cocktail taste lingering in her tongue as it skillfully entered your mouth. Unlike kissing your ex-boyfriend, you didn't feel like puking yourself. You wanted to kiss Alexia deeper, taste more of her, and have her hands in your body. Her tongue and lips were already against yours but you wanted to be closer. You needed her inside you, craving to be filled by your best friend's fingers.

You yelped as you felt Mapi suddenly squeeze your chest hard with her hand.

"Alexia, don't hog her." She complained.

Alexia broke your kiss. "Not my fault she wants me more," She teased as she went back to kissing you.

You pulled away after a few lip locks, deciding you also wanted a taste of Mapi. You turned your head to her, grabbing her jaw and planting your eager lips on her.

Mapi was rougher. She liked to bite and nibble. Her tongue expertly slithering into your mouth with so much fervor that you were already practically moaning from her kisses. Mapi scooped you up from her side and guided you so you ended up straddling her lap as she kissed you deeply.

You felt her hands slithering under your shirt and then under your bra. You gasped in between her kisses as she took your nipples between her fingers, pinching and twirling them. You couldn't help but grind yourself against her lap as she kissed and fondled you.

"Mapi, now, you're the one being selfish." Alexia complained.

Mapi stopped kissing you. She looked into your eyes with darkened lust before looking at Alexia and nodding. Alexia took you off of Mapi's lap before sitting down on the spot beside her. She emulated Mapi's position, propping you on top of her.

Alexia hurriedly took off your shirt and your bra. She bit her lip as she looked at your breasts. "If I had known you had boobs as cute as this, I would have ravaged you earlier." She said as she looked hungrily at your bare chest.

Before you could roll your eyes or make a snide remark, her mouth captured your right nipple. She alternated between sucking and using her tongue to flick against it. Her other hand started with the other nipple, pinching and flicking before slowly moving down to rub your core from the outside. 

You just wanted so badly for her to rip off your shorts and undies but Alexia just kept teasing you by rubbing on the outside, alternating from grazing your core to running her hands along your inner thigh.

You broke our kiss. "Ale, Ale, I want it inside, please."

Alexia looked smug. "I thought you didn't want us to pleasure you, huh?"

You groaned as you felt her draw painstakingly slow circles around your core. "Quit it. I want it now."

"Then you'll get it."

Alexia kissed you briefly before making you stand up so she could take off your bottoms. The two looked like hungry animals with the way they stared at you undress, ready to pounce and devour every bit of flesh on you. It left you shivering and wanting them more.

Alexia gestured for you to sit down on her lap, facing the opposite direction. You followed suit, turning to have your back facing her before sitting on her lap. She grabbed your breasts, moving your body closer to her torso before parting your legs. You felt exposed this way. You were spread open for Alexia to touch and Mapi to watch. 

You couldn't see Alexia but you could hear her curse under her breath as her hands made its way from your inner thigh to your dripping wet core.

"Cariño, look how wet you are for us." She said as she slowly rubbed your clit. Mapi licked her lips as she watched Alexia tease her fingers around your entrance, feeling all the folds and contours of your core.

You moaned as you felt the tips of Alexia's fingers draw wide circles around your entire core, purposefully avoiding your clit. You tried to grind against her for more but her other hand was holding your hip steady.

Mapi excused herself to go to the next room and before you could ask why, Alexia's fingers found their way to your throbbing clit and began rubbing it in circles. You moaned out.

You were wriggling quite a bit due to the sudden bouts of pressure going through your body but Alexia was able to hold you steady with her hands. "Oh, our little slut likes getting her clit played with?" Alexia teased, suddenly upping the dirty talk which just made you feel more turned on. 

You ignored her teasing and continued to focus on the way her hands touched you. "Alexia, please," You moaned. "I want you."

"Mmm," She hummed as if to think. "I'll do it if you admit you're a slut for me."

You knitted your eyebrows together. "Alexia..."

"Say it."

"Fuck," You closed your eyes shut as you felt her fingers graze against the sensitive spot of your clit. Alexia had felt you react to it and decided to tease you by playfully flicking her fingers up and down the sensitive spot. "Alexia, I'm your slut."

"Good girl." Alexia spared no time before inserting two fingers in your cunt. Given her limited position, she was mostly curling her fingers instead of thrusting in and out which just made you moan out louder each time she grazed and hit against the most sensitive areas.

"You sound so good, cariño." Alexia grunted in your ear. "I think you're wet enough to take another."

Without much time to process her statement, she inserted a third finger inside you, eliciting a loud gasp. You gyrated your hips against Alexia's hand as she continued to fuck you. The three fingers inside you were stretching you out so much and yet it felt so satisfying feeling so full like that.

You were just about to reach orgasm when Mapi re-entered the room. "My turn, Alexia." She ordered.

Alexia removed her fingers from inside you abruptly. You groaned and were about to complain. But, when you opened your eyes, you saw that Mapi has now stripped completely except for a black sports bra and a strap-on wrapped around her waist with a black harness. She had her dyed blonde hair tied up in a sleek bun, showing just how serious she was about this.

"I knew you had it with you." Alexia responded with a chuckle. "That's why I stretched her out nice and good for you. Consider it a thank you for letting me play with her cute little pussy first."

Mapi chuckled as she positioned herself in front of you. "Did Alexia make you feel good, princesa?"

You bit your lip and nodded as you watched her put lube on to the translucent silicone member attached to her.

"Well, if Alexia made you feel good, I'll make you feel better." She said with a playful tone

Alexia, who was still underneath you, chuckled at the statement but held your thighs steadily apart for Mapi, spreading them apart to make sure you were completely exposed.

Mapi slowly positioned her hips to align the silicone member in front of your cunt. Alexia took one of her hands off your leg and continued to rub your clit. You felt incredibly exposed as you moaned out, feeling your cunt grow wetter.

Mapi slowly entered. You gasped as she slowly thrusted the entire length inside, gaping you wide open. Alexia kept rubbing your core to help you take Mapi's entire length better.

"Fuck, look at that pretty pussy stretch wide around my dick." Mapi commented before tucking her lower lip between her teeth.

After a few precautionary thrusts, Mapi increased her pace. She thrust in and out of, daring to thrust out the entire length up to the head before slamming back inside of you. Alexia was still rubbing you steadily while kissing your neck and playing with your breast.

You felt overstimulated in all your parts with Mapi filling you up entirely, Alexia touching you everywhere else and the warmth of both their bodies pressed against you.

"I-I'm almost there." You said in between shaky moans. "Ale, Mapi, faster please."

The two didn't hesitate and obeyed immediately. You felt the warmth fill your entirety. Your arms, legs and even your torso began shaking with an orgasm threatening to erupt. You were moaning out so loud that you were sure you were getting a strongly worded notice from the landlord about complaints from the neighbors the next day 

"Mapi!" You moaned as Mapi slammed her entirety into you.

With a few more intense thrusts, you were completely unraveled. Ripples of pleasure  passed through your body as you unraveled into an orgasm.

Your best friends helped ride out your orgasm before fully stopping. Mapi pulled out before grabbing your face and kissing you sloppily as you both tried to catch your breaths.

"Woah." It was all you could say.

You scooted off of Alexia's lap and rested on the space beside her, melting into a puddle of pleasure and exhaustion.

"Uh, Mapi, why did you have to wear her out?" Alexia complained. "I wasn't done with her yet."

Mapi smiled smugly. "Look at her. How can I resist? You try lusting over her for years."

"Estúpida, we're on the same boat." Alexia smacked Mapi's arm. "I wanted her for just as long."

Alexia leaned in closer to you, planting gentle kisses on your cheek before whispering. "Are you all rested up? Cause it's my turn to take the spotlight."

"I don't know if I can take it." You responded honestly, still catching your breath.

"You can take it, I promise." Alexia responded as she kneeled in front of you, grabbing your feet to place on the sofa on either side of you so that you were once again exposed to her.

"Alexia, wait, I'm still raw." You whimpered

Alexia groaned. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

Mapi, who was standing as she removed the harness, rolled her eyes. "No, she won't."

"No, I promise, cariño. I'll be good." Alexia said as she moved closer to you. She leaned her head into your cunt, giving it a gentle smooch. You gasped quietly at the gentle touch.

She gave your cunt another peck before taking it inside her mouth and using her tongue to lick the slickness of your core. You moaned as you felt the flat of Alexia's tongue clean the surface of your cunt.

"Uh, Alexia." You moaned as you felt her tongue play along the folds. "Suck on me, please."

Alexia obeyed and placed a suction around your clit. She sucked and you nearly jolted out of your position. "Fuck! That's good."

Alexia looked smug as she continued to eat you out. You were moaning and grunting, focused on your pleasure until Mapi grabbed your face and proceeded to kiss you.

You moaned sloppily into her mouth as she liplocked with you as you were getting eaten out by your other best friend. You moaned against Mapi's mouth when you felt the tip of Alexia's tongue play against the small part of your clit. You moved your hips towards her and parted your lips to breathe which didn't stop Mapi from taking that as an opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth.

You were breathless and overstimulated. You felt like the two were overcompensating for the lost pleasure they could have had if it weren't due to you being tied down to the anchor that was your ex for all these years.

You continued to gyrate your hips as Alexia kept a firm suction of your core with her mouth, still kissing Mapi deeply. You moaned loudly against Mapi's mouth when you felt the climax building. At that point, Alexia removed her face from your cunt and promptly replaced it with her hand rubbing against your and the two fingers of the other hand swiftly placed inside you, curling against your sensitive part.

You couldn't even process what happened next. You turned into a concentration of mindless pleasure that eventually exploded into a shaking orgasm.

"Woah, Mapi." Alexia exclaimed with her fingers still pumping in and out of you. You fluttered your eyes open to see Alexia smiling playfully at Mapi. "She's squirting."

You looked down and as if on cue, you squirted again. You groaned as Alexia fingered you a few more times before fully pulling out. "I never would have guessed you're a squirter." She commented.

"I guessed it." Mapi responded.

Alexia just rolled her eyes. "That doesn't matter. I made her squirt without any of your help." She retorted.

"Please, she was only cumming after I already fucked her. That orgasm was merely an aftershock." Mapi answered. "I think I won."

Alexia exhaled exasperatedly. She turned towards you. "Go on and tell Mapi I won this time."

You paused as you tried to catch your breath, darting your eyes from one best friend to the other. Alexia was good with her hands and mouth. She loved to hit particular spots that just elicited the loudest and most embarrassing noises you have ever made. On the other hand, Mapi truly fucked yoy brains out with her strap. It was rough and indulgent which you never would have thought was the type of sex you would go insane for.

You hummed. "No winners."

Alexia and Mapi exclaimed in protest loudly. You hushed the two immediately. "No winners yet. I think I need another round to get to decide who wins."

They both smiled.

"Good," Alexia said. "I can go all night until you decide I win."

"I can go all night even after you decide I win." Mapi retorted. You shook your head and chuckled at them. It was going to be a long and sleepless night.

a/n: sorry this was completely unedited! i hope u guys still liked it! pls be nice <3 requests are open (but slow and not guaranteed lol)

[kuntprodukt]

VERSPRECHEN

Leon Kennedy x female reader

MDNI!! 18+ | dead dove do not eat, incest, dad-daughter incest, female reader, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, Leon is full of guilt and alcoholic, age gap, a little bit of absent dad, teasing, he is sweet, pet names :3

summary: Good deeds get overshadowed by his past easily and now he has failed you, the daughter he has been neglecting unwillingly. Unaware of your existence. Alcohol doesn't favour good memory and his head is a blank, buzzing place - repeating the same scenarios of failing over and over. No time to remember the old quickie and his weak pull out game. You would understand your dad, right? Starting today, he is going to try his best. 

tags: @melanchol1cs

Being a dad is not an easy task, at least for Leon - grew old, ruffled and eyes painted with tiredness that doesnt hide his sleepless nights. A gift his job has given him. Your existence was a surprise, not sure if pleasant one or not due to the additional weight on his shoulders; his absence in your life, you never knew your own dad even though this is a common phenomenon. Men are not good with responsibility, probably genetics - he can feel it in his blood too, every day full of routine without anything good throbbing with the need to escape. 

He feels like he has failed Marvin, Claire with the chip and himself at Raccoon city, good deeds get overshadowed by his past easily and now he has failed you, the daughter he has been neglecting unwillingly. Unaware of your existence. Or not, drunken habits don't favour good memory for important tasks and his head is a blank, buzzing place - repeating the same scenarios of failing over and over. No time to remember the old quickie and his weak pull out game. You would understand your dad, right? Starting today, he is going to try his best. 

Reconciliation is weird, it is hard, unusual and nerve-wracking - like first sex as a college student in some crampy place, behind doors full of people laughing and doing their shit while one is risking his dignity just for the feel of pussy. Leon doesn’t know how you are supposed to look, but not so… neutral? Not affected by his absence? Of course your mom could have other men, but they can’t be your father figures, right? Too many doubts, full of them actually until your lips curl up, caught on his nerves. He is supposed to be the adult one, responsible, crumbling like a teenager in front of you. 

“Wow, on photo albums you had lighter hair!“ You are so sweet in his eyes, like candy rolling on his tongue, he’d have a full pack of those sweets, a cavity from you would be just a light punishment from what he has done. “We have a lot to catch up, i think”

He can’t say the same, after all Leon has never seen you before. 

“Mmm..” Leon hums, feeling his palms getting sweaty, another lump forms not letting him swallow. He needs to cough it out - the embarrassment that stuck in his throat. 

His eyes drift across your face, lingering on every detail like it is his first time seeing a young woman. Partially true. The curves of your lips, eyelashes flutter as dusty particles make contact with you - enticing, something so perfect, untainted by his absence urges him to change. To be better, stop drinking and be a man, not to disappoint you. There wouldn’t be many chances now.

How to compensate for his absence? There is awkwardness, how does one even apologize for that? How does a dad act? Uncertain

Years and years of not being present would not be easy to forgive, it is hard to get closer with him too - after all he is almost a stranger to you. So, on one of sleepless nights he realized there is a way, slow one but secure for now. Money. To spoil you.  

“Have you seen this one???” Your voice squeals from the dynamics of his phone, Leon distanced himself from it - he doesn't need to become deaf already. “This perfume is so expensive!!! Ugh, and I don't have any more on my card!”

“Does it smell nice?” 

“Like cherry!!! Daddy would adore it! I will use it everyday for you” For Leon. Your words are honest, hitting the bullseye in his heart at this point - his cock too, now straining against his jeans. Like he is back to his younger years, head full of wet dreams - with dick harder than ever but no way to get it wet. Leon can imagine vividly your pouty expression or docile look while clinging to his side to get what you need. 

“Dad got me, I hope?”

“Yea, dad got you.” Always.

First week you almost drained his credit card, watching a notification after another  pop up on the screen of his phone - it feeds into his ego nicely, like a blessing at first, the tie of guilt eases up even shortly. A relief. You’d call or send him a voice message, rambling about how nice your dad is and how much you love him, then mention some stuff - expensive makeup, pretty clothes with promise of you showing it for him. Then he’d send you the amount you needed. 

Still it doesn’t help with the guilt, nothing does actually. But this especially makes it worse now, you don’t even need to call daddy the dearest anymore, even though it saddenns him, more independent, far away from him while Leon is all alone in his office, thinking about your face: eyes glancing up through eyelashes, that curtains your iris pretty, a docile look. He misses you, wishing for a more dependent girl leeching at his side so your voice would ring in his ear all day. Leon already gave you his card, it would be a bad taste to take it away just to get more attention from his daughter. 

Panacea for his guilt is whiskey, it never left his side, like the best lover coddling him with sweet whispers about you now. He never expected his daughter to fill his thoughts like an alcohol fills the glass in his hand. The latter may be bitter, burning his throat just to get warmth spread in his stomach - easing his mind. But you give this immediately, accompanied with the thoughts of you in between his legs: a hand on his thigh, looking up with the same look you have been giving him all this time, palming his cock. And your nails would look so good with his cock in your fist, neat with pretty pastel color or even better french manicure - he paid for this, looking pretty thanks to him.  His money, not some young brainless boy’s. The former one’d abandon you, while Leon has promised to be here. For you. 

Perfect shaped lips too, plush flesh that begs to be kissed or to be enveloped around his cock. Or your pussy, puffy folds glistening with arousal, begging him to taste it - so fucking wet for your dad, like a good girl spreading her legs in front of him, so sweet and nice certainly letting him indulge in your body - the image of it fills his brain every evening - drunk or not, while you cling to his side, watching cheap action movies on TV. He got plenty of CDs of those, they are no brainer - good food for it to rest, easier now with you as his gaze would stay on your body. 

This is wrong, this is not dear dad’s thoughts - he is pent up, to the brim that’s why his head is a mess. Leon can’t help, he is not above this by imagining you in different poses like those girls in raunchy magazines. Full of you, you bent over or your legs pressed up to your chest, showing your pussy shamelessly, glistening with slickness. He wishes it was you every time they get pulled out another, old ones out of stock - some sperm tainted brain men would kill for these. At some point he glued your face on those models, printing your photos just to cut out carefully - vivid imagination is good, but his drenching and painful throbbing cock kicks it out. The same little cut out photos of you get ripped, nut clarity hits hard. Like a bat, swearing this was the last time. Leon has never had good luck with women and his job took roots in his life, it has the role of a jealous lover, deeply murdering all possible will to catch something better. Tinder is a failure too, in his case, a match every once in a full moon. 

Glancing through the gap of your unclosed room, he drinks on the sight of your frame laying on the bed; unaware of his presence, scrolling through some dumb social media and not chatting with someone else, he hopes. His eyes caress your body, drifting from your back - pretty, would look even prettier under him arching as his cock would hit all the right spots. And the roundness of your ass accentuated by those shorts, so tight on your curves he wants to sink his teeth on the softness, bite it, to feel you flinch and wiggle, to mark you.

God, you are so fucking pretty.

“What is my pretty missy doing?” He grunts, landing on top of you. A little bit too close at first, his chest pushes against your back, knocking you forward ever slightly. Alcohol makes him clumsy, even worse than college girl tripping over their high heels - he settles a knee on one side, propping himself with an elbow and boxing you underneath him, unbalanced or not - a good excuse for his hand to creep on your waist, it is impossible to keep his hands to himself. You are soft and warm, lacking the hardness that his body possesses after years of training and being thrown like a ragdoll. The bed cracks underneath your frame and air fills with whiskey. Not a cheap one at least, you are grateful for that. 

“Nothing!” He leans closer, nosing the sweet curve of your shoulder, burying his face in the base of your neck for a moment - filling his senses with a cherry smell. Emerging images of a garden with cherry trees blossoming and you stand there, waiting for him. And he’d be the happiest man alive. It is intoxicating, addicting and you were right - Leon adores it, too much. 

While at it, Leon hums at your answer, giving a kiss on your shoulder blade. The hand caresses your side, sliding easily lower to grip your hip. A squeeze, you flinch with a chuckle.

“You okay?” Leon watches you nod. It is weird, alcohol supposes to kill his boner or make it harder, usually it worked like that before you began looming in front of his eyes. Better than porn, better than magazines - their front shots don’t have you. 

Leon shifts his weight lower, not really listening to your answer - a small talk, a question without looking for a real answer as his focus is on his straining dick. After years of his dick barely here, it is something refreshing, returning back to his young years while the biggest problem was to get his dick wet. Or not to cum too quickly. Serious ones, still suffering even at his big age. His knee presses more into the mattress. Leaning back even slightly just to end up almost being pushed by an invisible hand on you. New strategy, his hand squeezes harder for the last time before abandoning and with it, the warmth withdrew too.

“What are you doing?” There is an evident confusion in your voice, usually you don't question his doings - alcoholic and old man, leaving him to deal with his own burden. Leon wouldn’t tell you anyway. Your eyebrows furrow, darting to him before he clicks with his tongue, pushing your head back to its former position. 

“Don’t frown. I’m just getting…“ Leon murmurs, a pause as his eyes dart around your body again. His throat feels drier, thank god you can’t see Adam's apple bobbing often after every swallow. “Comfortable, there is not enough space for me..”

With a heavy grunt pushing himself up with his elbow to sit on his knees now, straddling your hips - quick and getting to his head - light dizziness, clearly close to failure again, not now though. His palm presses on your back briefly applying more weight before he recollects himself. His eyes fell down, now noticing how close your ass is to his bulge. Maybe he is imagining, from this point of view your ass perks up - two perfectly rounded flesh, silky shorts tighten around them and his jeans are suffocatingly tight. A light pressure on the button and it pops out, without even doing anything - seeing a damp patch on his boxers. God, he is pent up, of course, that’s the reason. The shame washes away as his fist grips his cock. Maybe alcohol messes up with the perception of temperature, but his dick feels burning in his palm. It throbs with the need to be inside you, or to be in between your cheeks, tip rolling and smearing your soft rounded flesh - cumming on them, would be a perfect sight to see his cum on your ass, rolling down on its curve. Slit is hidden by half transparent beads, a prominent vein pulses in his hold or maybe it is his heart.  His cock leaks pre-cum, like some sort of inexperienced boy and that’s embarrassing. It is normal, normal to be hard as rock and leaking like some virgin man. 

But for his own daughter? Not a common experience, certainly unique. Impossible to share without being a creep, not everyone understands what years of no sex can force a man to do. And alcohol? A certified mess, big one, enormous. 

Your hips wriggle underneath him, before he leans to box you back, propping on the elbow as he tries to slide it inside. His cock slots in between your lips just right, folds press against his tip before giving a sloppy thrust forward - you are so wet, squelching noises with every slow slide. Pussy straight out of porn, he imagined them like that - puffy, greedy and leaking like some kind of slut against him. Your slick sticks so right across his flesh after every slow motion of his hips. This can't be his daughter, no way. He stops briefly just to be sure this is real. You are wetter than any woman he has ever been with, no way he is going to use lube or spit tonight.  “Stay still for dad now”

Guiding his cock to your soaked hole, even notching his tip feels amazing right. Those are years of not being laid, he missed that. He missed feeling a soft body beneath him, to watch body jiggle with every thrust too - finally, he can find comfort and satisfy the need in you. The angle is hard, but he still tries to watch as after a push his cock disappears in your folds - sliding inside so perfectly, feeling how your walls stretch around his cock accommodating to the intrusion, welcoming even by coating with the warmth of your cunt. 

“I give you so much, let me show my love for you” There are too many words floating in his mind, all about you and only you, maybe your pussy too as his cock slips in so easily. Leon buries his nose in your hair. “Be a good girl, babe, you know what good girls get, right?”

Daddy’s love. Daddy’s dick too. A gasp escapes your lips, your breath hitches in your throat as every inch sinks deeper, batting your eyelashes at the stretch of your walls in a slow motion, giving you time to adjust. Your stomach pools more squirming heat, making you want to buck against him. And his words? They make your pussy clench hard across hard flesh, next ones make you weaker than any man has ever had. “You know dad loves you?” 

A moan escapes, your hips wriggle at the fullness in your hole. Clenching hard, a squirming heat tingles in your body, urging you to slip your hand to play with your clit. No way it is possible right now, Leon is pressing against you, his hips sit nicely against your ass while fingers dip on your belly - keeping hold of you. Dragging out his cock, before thrusting back with a choked grunt coming out of his throat.  

“I love you too..” You murmur with a breathless voice, it is hard to speak right now. All your focus is on how nice his cock fills your pussy, every vein of him etches in your velvety walls, the light curve of his dick that at right angle hits your spongy spot so well your eyes roll back and mind goes blank. His thrusts dip you harder in the mattress, your back arches into him.

“Fuck..” His voice is throaty, fanning against your ear. Hell, your eyes roll back arching into him trying to get his cock deeper inside you. Leon noses the base of your ear. “So good… you feel so good inside, my good girl” 

“Ugh… Harder…” It escapes out of you, drunk on this feeling. And Leon can feel his cock jolting inside you, almost cum without doing too much. His hips thrust deeper, to keep it there for a moment - to recollect himself.

“Harder? You need your dad to fuck you into the bed?” He grunts, dragging his cock before pushing it at a similar pace. You nod and how can he deny you tonight? He kisses the side of your head, rolling his hips harder, intensifying the rhythm - as his best girl wanted. 

Your pussy gushes more slick, it is getting embarrassingly wet - not sure if he realizes how drenching you are. Leaking for your dad, made right for his cock. Easy thrust, his tip knocks to the hilt, before pushing out and in with a squelching noise. Clenching harder every time his cock drags out, body begging for him back before it returns in a quick deep thrust. Your ears burn, sensitive and Leon seems to get too deep into this. But he is already deep into your pussy, hard to beat that. His tongue peeks out to brush across your hot cartilage, leaving wet trails with every lick and bite -  probably the sheets beneath have a see-through spot. Rutting in your hole, keeping you pinned in place with a hard grip moving to your hip, under him. The place you belong. And your body feels lighter, like a feather with an empty mind - how perfect his cock fits in you. 

He wishes he would be able to watch your face twist in pleasure, to see your eyes full of need to be kissed and groped. Fuck, his head fills the hypothetical images of your chest - filling his palms perfectly, squeezing and kneading your tits like some kind of stress toy after a long day of work. This makes his cock throbs harder inside you, his balls tighten with a flame burning up in his stomach - he is going to cum. Leon presses harder against your back and another moan escapes. “Baby, oh– you are so good for me, the best, my best, sweetest girl. I’m going to–” Wrong. “You are making me cum”

You are the reason his cock pulses inside you, getting harder and harder to keep himself in control. God, you feel how rough his thrust inside you right now - hitting your G-spot and the squirming heat starts to spread even more across your body at a quick pace. Your legs tremble, feeling the need to cry as it gets more overwhelming with each thrust. Your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, you were the first to cum. Trembling beneath him, Leon kept kissing your hair, your body is weak and your sweet sobs fill the room. Crygasm, he’d call it, keeping to rut and trying to catch just the right moment for him. And your cunt makes it hard, tight, begging to cum already - no, he doesn’t want to cum inside you - not tonight at least. God, no! That’s wrong, this is just the moment of his weakness.  With a low grunt, Leon leans back to pull out, his cock throbs for the last time and sprouts long ropes of his cum on your ass, with heavy breathing watching it cling on your soft flesh - certainly, his pull out game got better with age. 

He feels like a fulfilled man at this point, your body is spent in pleasure and trying to recover. He is no different from that, burning face with heavy breathing, nor does he have energy to clean up. Falling down next to you, his arms snake around you to keep your body closer to him. It trembles, slowly fading to sleep in his embrace. 

…

Leon fucked up, fucked up so big he regrets there is no Matilda on the bedside table, the shame washes over him like a cold water has been thrown. There is no way to get out of this, you cling to his side like one of pillows. Cuddling almost, any notion would wake you up - to face you, his bad attempt of being a father. Showing affection. 

Vivid thoughts of the trigger under his finger, this time directed to him and not to zombie. Little pressure and… your finger bumps his nose. You are awake. 

“…Good morning” your voice is still sweet, like nothing happened that night. Like his cock wasn’t deep inside your pussy. Leon’s cock. Your dad’s. A silence falls, avoiding your gaze like the plague and it makes you frown. Uneasy. Your eyes drift for briefly, hard not to catch how pale he is - did he have a nightmare? 

Your voice rings in his ears again, Leon wants to cry. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

“Do I?” His voice cracks, hoarse and lower in the mornings. But a bird may whisper, that crackiness is not linked to that. Your hand reaches to lay on his cheek, to force him to face your eyes. Leon’s eyelashes flutter for a moment, at your sleepy sight. Looking almost dreamily at him, like the best thing. The look one would give to a lover. Fuck. 

“Dad doesnt love me anymore?” you suggest with a disappointed expression crossing across your features and he needs to die at this point. To be put down like a stray dog.

“No, sweetheart..I–” Leon is quick to speak up, but slow to think how he should say. Get a grip. “Last night, I am sorry. I’m fucked up, big.” His hand reaches for yours, squeezing it softly before trying to swallow down the shame. “That’s not dad behavior, I’m so sorry” 

You stay silent, looking at him with wide eyes. Did he disappoint you? Failed you? “I am really really sorry, I don't know what to do to clean up this mess…” He looks so… Ashamed, guilty after being deep balls inside you, ravishing your body and fucking you dumbles. Unaware, your dad is so unaware of how this gets your pussy clench around nothing. Awaiting for you to speak up, to forgive him and act like he didn’t cum on your ass last night. More slick gushes in between your legs, begging to play with your clit. Or to feel his cock again. “...This won't happen, I promise. Do you need something? A dress, maybe new perfume? Or make up. Please.”

[not-the-cheese]

one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

I HAVE MADE A PART 3

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

Part 1 | Part 3

[passionatefanficgirl]

Maybe We Can Be Friends (Part 3)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Autistic!Fem!Shy!Reader

Summary: You're sick. And a certain aviator is extremely worried...

Warnings/tags: Super super soft Jake, oblivious reader, mentions of being sick, lots of fluff, a bit of angst

A/N: I'm so so sorry it took me so long to write this. I really hope it was worth the wait.

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Something's wrong. You can feel it even before your head's cleared enough for you to properly start waking up.

Chills are running down your body, your sinuses are burning, your throat feels like sandpaper…

You're sick.

You're still feeling pretty fuzzy-headed, but you know you're definitely too sick to go into uni.

You know you should tell Penny, but you don't even want to lift your head, let alone get out of bed and go downstairs. Your phone's on the bedside table, but with how exhausted you're feeling, it might as well be across the room.

Fortunately, you're spared the trouble of having to do either when Penny knocks on your door.

"Y/N? You going to get up? Sorry to sound like the mom here, but you're going to be late!"

Your throat feels too sore for you to speak properly, so you let out a weak, raspy groan in response.

The door opens, and Penny steps in, looking worried. "Gosh, Y/N," she mutters, looking you up and down, "you really don't look so good." Sitting down, she puts the back of her hand to your forehead. "Oh, honey, you're burning up. You must feel awful."

"Mmm." You just want to go back to sleep.

"No college for you today, of course," remarks Penny as she stands up. "I'll call and let them know. You just get some sleep, okay?"

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It's mid-morning when you wake up again. Penny's sitting by your bed, scrolling on her phone, but she looks up when she hears you stirring.

"Hey, Y/N. How're you feeling?"

"Still not great," you croak, wincing at the sound of your own voice.

"Well, you're still pretty feverish, so that's to be expected. Do you feel like you're going to be sick?"

You shake your head. "I just feel tired, and achy, and like I never want to move again."

Penny nods. "I wonder if you've got this flu that's going around. Some of the Navy guys had it, and they must have accidentally spread it around town. Quite a lot of the teachers at Amelia's school have got it too."

"Must be making its rounds at uni, then…"

You both fall into silence for a bit, you because you're tired out, and Penny because she's wrapped up in her own thoughts.

"D'you feel like having anything to eat?" asks Penny suddenly. "Or watching some TV?"

"TV sounds good," you say. "I'm not really hungry, though."

Penny nods. "That's okay. By the way, I was going to take Amelia for a trip on the boat today-"

"But because I'm sick, you don't want to leave me alone? I'll be fine, you know…"

Penny bites her lip. "Okay. But just make you have something to eat. You don't have to eat now, but I'd prefer it if you had something to eat before I leave, okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

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You meant to watch TV, like you'd said, but you end up getting so caught up in your thoughts that you completely forget, simply because there's just been so much happening that you need to process.

It's been kind of a weird time lately, and not just because it's been your first week or so at Penny's place after officially moving in.

Part of it's just because it's felt weird, living with your best friend, and finally getting full nights of sleep, but - well, you just can't really put your finger on it. There's a feeling of apprehension in the air, like something big is going to happen.

You haven't seen Jake since your last encounter at the bar, and - well, you're starting to miss him. Sure, he distracts you from your work, which can get annoying, but - you miss being distracted by him.

You miss him.

And it's not as if the rest of his friends aren't coming to the bar. Quite the contrary, in fact; you see Mav almost every night, the Hawaiian shirt guy is at the piano most evenings, and Jake's best friend is usually beating everyone else at darts.

It makes Jake's absence even more conspicuous, and, to be honest, you're beginning to worry. Is he okay? Did you scare him off? Was it something you said? Something you did?

Whatever the reason is, not knowing is driving you crazy.

Moping and worrying isn't going to get you anywhere, you know that; but it's so hard not to, especially when it's a guy that you like. And you like Jake a lot. More than you should, really.

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It's mid-afternoon when there's a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Y/N. You awake?"

"Yeah." You look up, and smile when you see Penny. "Hi, Penny. How was your trip?"

"Well, the engine failed again, so I think we're either going to need a new engine, or a new boat. But the trip went well until then."

You pull a face. "Oof. That's not good."

Penny grimaces. "Yeah. But anyway, how was your day?"

You shrug. "Kind of boring, to be honest. I wish I'd been able to go with you and Amelia."

"Even though I just told you the boat engine failed?"

"Well, it'd be an adventure, a bit of excitement. I need some excitement, really, to take my mind off-"

"Is this about Jake?"

You nod. "I feel like - I - like I said something wrong, or I offended him… I don't know, I just - I really miss him, and I don't know why."

Penny nods sympathetically. "I feel that way sometimes with Pete, you know. Him and Jake - they're kind of wild cards. You never really know what they're going to do next."

You wish you could inquire further, but the bar's going to open soon, so Penny has to go.

Unfortunately, you're not sleepy like you'd hoped you'd be, which annoys you, because you'd meant to sleep during that time, and now you're flat on your back, bored and miserable, but unable to sleep.

Not for lack of trying, either. You've tried soothing sounds of various types, soft music, and so on, but nothing's working.

Now, you're just trying to somehow slip into sleep by zoning out with your eyes closed. It's not really working, but at least you're resting, if nothing else.

Having your eyes closed makes you more focused on the sounds in the house. There's the pipes, the washing machine, the dishwasher…

And someone unlocking the front door.

Is Penny back already?

Then there's footsteps. Penny's, and what sounds like a man's. Probably Mav's.

But then you hear a soft knock at your bedroom door, and a moment later, Penny pokes her head in.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hi," you mutter. "What's going on?"

Penny sighs, and smiles. "Jake's here, sweetie. He wants to see you."

Your brain's too fuzzy for you to really register what she's saying, but you mumble something along the lines of, "Okay…"

"Do you want to see him?" asks Penny. "You don't have to; I can ask him to come by when you're feeling better."

"I wanna see him."

A moment later, Jake's there, sitting on your bed. "Hey, Y/N. How're you feeling, honey?"

You're not really sure what to answer. You want to tell Jake that you're fine, but the words just won't come.

Jake gently rests the back of his hand on your forehead. "Oh, sweetheart. You're burning up."

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to cry. Not here, Y/N. Not in front of Jake.

Jake's hand moves to start stroking your hair. "My poor baby. Why didn't you tell me you were sick, sweetheart?"

"I wasn't sick yesterday," you whisper, wishing your eyes wouldn't water so much.

"Hey, it's okay." Jake's other hand moves to take yours. "It's not your fault you're sick. I'm just worried about you. Okay, sweets?"

"Okay," you whisper, closing your eyes.

"Oh, sweetie…" Jake wipes away the tears that start rolling down your cheeks. "You're gonna be okay. Please don't cry."

He continues murmuring sweet nothings in an effort to make you feel better, and you sniffle, feeling a bit guilty at the fact that a small part of you is enjoying Jake's fussing. He hasn't been this worried since that time at the bar, and you hadn't realised just how much you'd missed it until now.

"Stay?" you ask. "Please?"

"I'd love to, sweetheart, I don't know if Penny will let me. This is her house too, you know."

"Ask her."

"Okay. But first, I'm going to stay with you until you're asleep, okay?"

You're too sleepy to respond, so instead, you just allow yourself to enjoy this little moment with Jake.

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You're barely awake before you realise that someone's stroking your hair.

It's Jake.

"You stayed," you murmur.

"That's right, sweets. I stayed. And I'm staying until you feel better, okay?"

"But what about-"

Your words are cut off by a fit of coughing. Sitting up sharply, you gasp and hack as you desperately try not to throw up everywhere.

Jake thumps you on the back until your coughing dies down. "You okay, sweets?"

"Does it-" gasp - "look like I'm okay?"

Jake chuckles. "Stupid question. Sorry, sweets." His hand resumes stroking your hair. "So, you want me to stay with you for a bit?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Just so long as Penny doesn't mind."

Jake smiles softly. "I don't think she will." He's watching you carefully as he speaks, which makes you feel shy. "Do you need anything, sweets?"

"Can I have some water, please?"

"Sure." Jake stands up. "I'll be back in a minute."

It feels like a lot longer than a minute when Jake finally gets back with a glass of water.

"Sorry that took so long, sweetie," he says gently. "Penny wanted to know how you were doing, and if you needed anything else."

You just nod, and go to take the glass, but Jake puts it on the bedside table.

What's he-

Sitting back on the bed, Jake helps you sit up, making sure to put some pillows behind your back, before holding the glass to your lips, and helping you drink.

After taking a few sips, you're ready to go back to sleep. Even drinking water seems to be tiring you out.

"You should probably take some medicine," remarks Jake. "I'll go see if Penny has any."

Before you can protest, he's sitting by your bed again with some medicine.

"I wanna sleep…" you mumble.

"No, sweets, you gotta take the medicine," says Jake gently. "It'll help you feel better."

You grumble, but take the medicine anyway, before lying back down, and preparing to go to sleep.

"You sure you don't want anything else?" asks Jake softly.

"Mmhm."

"Okay." Jake strokes your cheek gently. "Well, if you need anything, I'm right here."

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"Hey, Y/N?" It's Penny. "You up?"

"Yeah," you reply.

"I was wondering if you'd like to come to the beach with me."

You smile, even though she can't see you from behind the door. "Of course I would! I've actually been feeling kind of cramped the past day or two. I'll be out in a minute."

It's been a few weeks since Jake's first visit, and while you're feeling much better now, you can tell that he's still worried about you. He's been using a much gentler tone than usual, and he's been much more attentive, making sure you're comfortable whether you're sitting or lying down, getting you stuff (even when you could have easily gotten it yourself), and so on.

It was sweet at first, but you were starting to feel a bit stifled, which is why you're kind of glad that he had to go back to work for a bit, even though you do miss him when he's gone.

Your uni isn't going to let you back in until you're better (Jake made sure of that), and you'd have been pretty bored, just staying at home with nothing to do, if it wasn't for Penny. You've both been able to spend some more time together, but this is the first time in a few days that you've managed to get out of the house.

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"Seems like Jake's more into you than I thought," remarks Penny, as you both walk down to the beach.

"What do you mean?"

Penny stares at you like you've just gone crazy. "Seriously? You still don't think Jake's into you?"

"Well, no, I know he's into me, but…"

Penny throws her hands up in despair. "Y/N L/N, sometimes I don't know what to do with you! Haven't you even noticed what he's been doing the past few weeks?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"Hey, Penny!"

It's Mav, grinning all over his face. "Oh, hey, Y/N. You feeling better?"

Wait, he knows? "Uh… yeah. Yeah, I'm feeling better." How does he know?

"Mav!" yells one of the pilots. "Get back to the game!"

"We're taking a break!" replies Mav.

There's a chorus of 'ooh's from the other pilots.

"Hey, Y/N, Jake's over there," says Penny, like you hadn't already noticed. "Go say hi."

"Penny, I don't know if that's-"

Penny gives you a shove. "Go on."

Nervously, you shuffle towards the beach, half-hoping that nobody sees you.

No such luck.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

It's one of Mav's pilots. She looks friendly enough, but - well, you're always nervous around strangers.

"Yes. Um - hi…"

"My callsign's Phoenix, but you can call me Nat." She smiles. "Jake's told us a lot about you."

"He has?"

Nat nods. "Yep. Oh, how are you feeling, by the way? Jake told us you got sick."

"Yeah, I'm - I'm okay now. Um… how many people know - that I got sick?"

"Pretty much the whole squad, and probably the whole base, too. Oh, and whoever was at The Hard Deck a few weeks ago."

"Whoever was at the bar a few weeks ago?" you repeat incredulously.

Nat gives you a funny look. "Penny didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Nat grins. "Well, Jake got into the bar, saw that you weren't at the counter, and ran up to Penny, asking her where you were. And when he heard you were sick…"

"What?" Your heart's pounding so hard that your chest's beginning to hurt. "What happened?"

Nat's grin widens. "Well-"

"Oh, hey - um, Y/N, right?" It's the guy with glasses.

You nod. "Hi."

He holds out a hand. "I'm Bob. Nice to meet you."

You shake it rather hesitantly, and give him a smile in return.

"Hi, Y/N," remarks another guy, smiling at you. "Turns out Hangman really does have a girl. I'm Coyote, by the way."

The other pilots, who've all been gathering around, also introduce themselves, some asking how you're doing, others simply stating their name or callsign. It's a little overwhelming at first, but their friendliness soon puts you at ease.

"Guys?" It's Jake, pushing his way through the group. Concern flashes in his eyes when he sees you, and he rushes over, standing protectively in front of you. "Hey, guys, don't crowd her. She gets overwhelmed easily."

"No, no, it's okay," you hastily reply. "They weren't crowding me."

But Jake still looks worried. "Let's get you to a bench, sweets. You'll tire yourself out."

You're about to protest, but when you see the concern in Jake's eyes, you don't have the heart, so you let him take your arm, and lead you over to a bench.

"You sure you're okay?" he asks as he sits you down. "You're not too tired?"

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes at Jake's concern, but you do your best to deflect them with a laugh. "Jake, I'm fine."

Jake doesn't look convinced. He opens his mouth, but just then, you hear Mav.

"Alright, guys, back to the game!"

Jake doesn't run off like the others, instead hovering beside you as Penny comes over.

"Hey, Jake."

Jake manages a small smile. "Hey, Penny."

"Hey, Y/N, I was thinking we maybe go get a few drinks before the bar opens. You don't have to bartend tonight if you don't feel up to it, though."

You smile. "Drinks sound good."

"Hey, Hangman, game's starting!" calls Rooster.

"Just a minute!" Jake turns to you. "You gonna be okay?"

You nod. "I'll be fine."

As you stand up, Jake takes hold of your arm to support you. "You sure you don't want me to drive you home?"

"Jake, I'm getting drinks with Penny. And it's literally a five minute walk from the bar to her place. I'll be fine."

"Okay, well, if you need anything, just call me, okay? Or text me."

You nod. "Okay."

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"I wish he wouldn't worry so much," you tell Penny, as she pours you a Coke.

Penny nods as she hands you the drink. "I know what you mean. Mav's kind of like that."

You take a sip of your drink. "You know, I never found out what happened that night at the bar."

"How do you mean?"

"When Jake found out I was sick, and then came bursting into my room. You remember?"

Penny smiles. "How could I forget?"

"Well, Nat told me some of what happened…"

"How much?"

"Up until the part where you told him I was sick. But I didn't hear what he did. What did he do?"

Penny's face grows serious. "I've never seen someone more terrified. He looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He literally begged me to let him go and see you. I didn't want to at first, because I thought you wouldn't appreciate having your rest interrupted, but…"

"But what?"

"I didn't really have the heart." She sits down beside you with her own drink. "Look, Y/N, I know you think I'm crazy, but - I think - I know - that Jake's in love with you. Like, head-over-heels. He adores you."

Tears rush to your eyes. "I knew he liked me," you mumble, "but I had no idea…" You put your head in our hands, trying hard not to hyperventilate. "Oh, my gosh. And I just - ohh…" You turn back to Penny. "I - What am I supposed to do? He'll probably hate me now."

"Y/N, honey, he's not going to hate you. And this isn't your fault. You had no idea. Just - talk to him, the next time you see him. I'm sure he'll understand."

You nod. "Okay. I'll do that."

Penny smiles. "Good. Now, how about-"

"Hey, Penny?"

It's Jake.

"Yeah?"

"Mav said he left something here, a watch or something?"

Penny gets up. "It's in the back room. I'll go get it for you."

Your heart jumps as she leaves the room, and you turn nervously to Jake.

He smiles at you. "Hey, sweets. You okay? Not too tired or anything?"

You shake your head, wishing you could find your words.

Jake moves to sit next to you. "You sure you don't want me to drive you home?"

You bite your lip, staring into the distance as you piece together what you're going to say.

"Y/N?"

You jump when you feel his hand on your shoulder. "Sorry. Just - thinking."

"You look tired," he says gently. "You sure you don't want to go home?"

You take a deep breath. "I - um - look, Jake, I - I'm really sorry for how I acted today - and the past couple of weeks. I - I didn't realise-"

"Woah, woah, what's all this, baby?"

"Penny told me what happened that night in the bar. I - I had no idea you were so worried, and I've just been acting like an ungrateful - brat."

Jake looks genuinely confused. "Since when did you act like a brat? The first night I came to visit? You were sick, sweetie. I didn't expect you to-"

"No, no, it's not that. It's how - how I - batted your help away."

"Batted my help away?"

"You know, snapping at you today - um, deliberately doing things myself…"

"Oh, sweetheart. You weren't being a brat." He sighs. "I guess I was a little too overprotective, and I'm sorry about that."

"You're sorry?" You can feel a lump forming in your throat. "You've got it all backwards. I'm the one who's supposed to be apologising; I'm the one who-"

"Y/N." Jake takes your hand. "Hey, Y/N, look at me." When you do, he continues, "You haven't been well, okay? And I can tell that you're still not back to your full strength. Please don't upset yourself over this, sweets. I'm not mad, okay?"

You nod. "Okay," you whisper.

"That's my girl." Jake smiles at you.

You're both silent for a bit. Jake's started unconsciously stroking your hand, which you're really enjoying.

"Jake?"

He looks up. "Yeah?"

You're suddenly nervous again. "Um, I - I just wanted to say that I like you. A lot. I - I think I - love you, actually…"

Jake's silent, and for a moment, you're scared that you overstepped.

But then he smiles, and you're surprised to see tears in his eyes. "I love you too, sweets."

There's a long silence as you both look at each other. Jake's resumed stroking your hand, and you don't want to speak in case he stops, or you say something wrong.

Then you both hear cheers, and turn to see Jake's fellow pilots grinning at you.

"Guys!" protests Jake, and you're amused to see that he's embarrassed. You've never seen him embarrassed before in your life; you didn't even know it was an emotion he was capable of.

"So, um," you move closer, trying to ignore the pilots, "does this mean we're dating now?"

Jake chuckles. "Are you asking me out?"

You blush. "No! Well - I just don't really know where to go…"

"We could go to that fast food place," he suggests.

"It's not very romantic-" you begin.

"I can find another place," Jake says quickly.

"No, no, the fast food place is fine. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, sweets. I know what you meant. But are you sure you're not too tired?"

You nod. "I'm okay. Just - maybe if we make it a short one..."

Jake smiles. "Of course."

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As you walk to Jake's truck, a realisation suddenly hits you.

Jake turns around at the sound of your laughter. "What's so funny, sweetheart?"

You smile. "There never was a watch, was there?"

"A watch?"

"Mav sent you in to find his watch, and Penny said it was in the back room."

Jake laughs. "Those little-"

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As always, I do not give permission for anyone to copy my work, post it elsewhere, etc.

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01. j names are a shameless curse.

warnings. — use of (name) . mentions of sex (every character is 18 here!!) . kinda a flashback moment? . current boyfriend named jason/jay (super creative, i know) .

"hey, baby." your boyfriend's voice filled your ears as his presence loomed over you, his tall shadow covering you and your open locker completely.

"hey," you grinned, grabbing a textbook before shutting your locker's door. "you're supposed to be at practice, what are you doing all the way over here?" you questioned as he leaned down.

"just wanted to see my girl and wish her luck on her test." he planted his lips on yours. they were cold. and fairly dry, too. completely contrasting the warmth your glossed ones gave in return. and that godawful nickname. you should love the fact he was—somewhat proudly—calling you his girl, that you are his girl. but you don't. you haven't been happy with that fact or title since freshman year.

you hummed as he pulled you closer, full intent on making out with you in front of everyone in the hallway. his large hands gripped your waist in a sense of possessiveness, showing off to any guy who might've merely wished for a chance with you. "mm- mmm!" you smacked his broad chest as you began to pull away.

"okay-" kiss. "okay, baby-" kiss. "mm- hey-" kiss. "okay, stop!" you pushed him off a bit harsher than you wanted, shouting in a hushed whisper.

"the hell's your deal?" he scoffed. his brows were scrunched in offense, making you roll your eyes automatically.

"my deal? you're the one not taking the fucking hint." you huffed, smoothing out your skirt with your free hand.

"well," he sighed and looked around before leaning in and whispering the most pathetic excuse you've ever heard, "we haven't, y'know, fucked in a while."

it was your turn to scoff as shock and anger ran through your veins. "are you fucking kidding me right now?" you whispered back in a half amused laugh. "jay, we had sex four days ago."

"no- okay. but look, i'm pent up, alright? cut me some slack, dude." he responded.

and that set you off. yet you couldn't show it.

a frustrated huff shot from your nose, deadpanning at him for a few seconds before straining a smile. it's not like he could tell the difference between a fake and real one from you, you had stopped being genuine about six months into your now four year hell relationship.

"how about this," you started, moving closer to him. you caressed one side of his face, holding his cheek in your palm as he tilted his head, leaning into your touch. it was small actions like those that kept you in it, that made you feel like maybe you did actually still love him. that despite being forced by your parents to stay with him—and the added factor that he's a total douche—you might be able to make it work, make it last; just a little longer till you're off to college.

"when i go over there to run drills, i'll wear those shorts you like, then we can fuck in your car before we go out to eat. how's that sound?" you whispered to him, watching his lips curl up into a smirk.

"sounds amazing." he grinned. "yeah?" you smiled back at him. "yeah." he whispered and nodded his head before kissing you once more, pulling away after a few seconds.

"good luck, love you." he grabbed and squeezed your ass, giving it a small pat before pulling away, a proud smile beaming on his lips.

"love you too." you replied. as soon as he walked away and you turned around, your smile dropped completely. you began to walk to your class, dreading the test and what you'd have to do with your boyfriend later. it's not that he was bad at sex—but he wasn't great either. you didn't hate having sex with him, but you would rather prefer the domestic parts of a relationship over it, though those moments were extremely rare for you two.

you eventually made it to your class, sitting in your seat before the bell rang. nearly everyone noticed you as you walked in. i mean, you're you, and everyone wants you.

but their eyes soon fell onto the two guys that walked in, the captain and co-captain of the basketball team.

"ackles, padalecki, you're late." the teacher called them out, giving them a stern stare over his glasses.

you turned in your seat like everyone else, eyes on the two boys. they were gorgeous—more than your boyfriend, for sure—and as wrong as that is, you couldn't deny it. your heartbeat skipped and something in your stomach turned slightly as they looked back at you. both of them. at you.

you had spoken to both of them only once. freshman year. some random day in october. you and jason had met on the first day and immediately became friends, close enough that you'd hangout during his football practice when cheer had some downtime. and that's when you first saw them.

they had walked onto the bleachers with the captain and co-captain at the time, talking about passing the torch to them when they're ready—as if they got to choose when they were literally leaving that year.

you were sitting with the rest of the cheer squad, your senior captain and co-captain were eyeing up their counterparts while the rest of the team gossiped amongst each other. but you had your eyes set on the two boys who were looking back at you.

since catching sight of them that year, you had developed a 'hallway crush' type of liking to them both, and they had with you as well. but, of course, you didn't know that.

"hey, steph." one of the guys said to your captain, him and his friend immediately moving towards her and your co-captain.

meanwhile the two boys left went straight to you.

"hey, i'm jensen." the slightly blonder one greeted while holding out his hand.

"i'm jared." the true brunette, and much taller, one added.

you shook both of their hands, a smile playing on your lips, "(name)." you spoke. your voice sounded angelic to them, ringing in their ears and nearly making them melt at the easy honey that dripped in your tone. and all you said was your name. but that with the added warmth of your soft and gentle hands—oh they were in.

but you hadn't spoken to them since that day. at all. you and jason began dating a month or two after that exchange, killing any chance for them to ever be with you. and they desperately wanted you, and you wanted them too.

you turned around quickly, making them share a glance with each other before coming up with excuses for their tardiness. which they were barely a few steps behind you, it wasn't fair.

but the rest of the day flew by in a blur. that test, cheer practice with your two annoying co-captains (yes, they gave you two—those assholes), meeting up with your boyfriend in his truck then going out to eat after a terrible exchange of sweat and other fluids, then him dropping you off at home. you had skipped dinner with your family as they knew your boyfriend took you out to eat, so that left you to shower and do some homework before bed.

but as you stared at the messy equations and graphs that littered the pages of your textbook, all you could think of was those two. jared and jensen. jensen and jared. ackles and padalecki. padalecki and ackles. why were they invading your mind? especially now? sure, you still had miniscule crushes on them, everybody does. but you hadn't thought of them like this or this much since freshman fucking year. what's happening to you?

you decided to sleep it all off. maybe that would clear your mind, right? wrong. they were in your dreams now. and jason wasn't. it was as if they replaced him entirely in your brain. and although you were confused, you couldn't really complain. they were a better sight, for sure. and from what you could remember from your conversation with them all those years ago, they were nicer than jason was now. and despite not knowing if they stayed the same, that old fact made them all the more attractive to you.

the next day at school, you were informed during practice of the sport season change, which was completely normal and expected every year. football was over, so you'd switch to basketball. but why did the switch feel different this time? why were you feeling nervous? and why was it all somehow connected to those stupid boys with matching j names?

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pairing(s): Sebastian Vettel x male! reader

warning(s): fluff! fluff! fluff! (no surprise angst... i promise)

(a/n): seb and reader are way youngerrrr in this (around late teens) you can think of this as college au! just wanted to write a little something

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"Teach me that," Sebastian blurts out. He was sitting on a bean bag in the corner of your room, reading a book. "Hm?" you look up, "What? Guitar?"

He nods, raising his head to look at you. You quirk a brow, a little surprised by his sudden interest. Your heart warms at his simple request. Your boyfriend probably didn't even realise how his interest in your hobby affected you.

You smile at him. "Come here," you gesture him over. You were sitting on your bed, lazily playing some random tune on your guitar. 

You prop up the pillows properly, leaning against them as Sebastian comes near the bed. He just stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to sit. You laugh at him; with that sharp tongue of his, you forget that he can be cute as well (sometimes).

You pat the space between your legs, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. He just gives you a 'are you serious' look in return. "Come on. Whatcha waiting for?" you say, a cheeky smile still present on your face.

He rolls his eyes, slowly sitting down, making sure you don't pull some stupid shit on him. He leans on you, his back to your chest, making himself comfortable. You curl an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you. 

He gives you an accusing look. "What?" you say, feigning a confused look. "How else am I supposed to teach you?" that smile said otherwise.

You place the guitar on his thigh, guiding his hand towards its neck. You put his fingers in position, before slowly plucking the strings. You pass on the pick to him, letting him do the same. 

A smile makes its way onto his face, his eyes glued to the guitar. You rest your head on his shoulder, your own eyes glued to him. You teach him a different note, helping him where he needed help.

You lean down, placing a small peck on his neck. It seems to have taken him by surprise because he accidentally plucked the wrong string. The tips of his ears burn red when he feels you smiling against his skin. 

He slaps your leg, a (fake) scowl on his face. "Don't do that," he says, and the way he did reminded you of an angry cat. "Sorry," you chuckle, placing a kiss on the side of his head. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, you did not look sorry.

The rest of your evening was spent teaching Seb how to play the guitar (and shamelessly flirting with him).

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++ Bonus ++

"I shouldn't have let you play for that long. It was your first day too," you murmur against his shoulder. Lifting up your head, you move to rest it on your pillow, the lower half of your body thrown lazily across his.

You reach for his hand. He lets you. Bringing it between your bodies, you rub his knuckles softly with your thumb. "Sorry," you say as you bring his hand to your mouth, placing small kisses on his fingers. 

The both of you had lost track of time; you don't even remember how long the both of you were at it. You didn't see them before, but when Seb had cupped your face to kiss you, you could feel them all over your cheeks. The guitar strings had left blisters, and you felt really bad because you're the one who let him play for that long.

"Mmm..." Seb lets out a sleepy hum. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, moving his body, he lays on your bicep, using it as a pillow. "Love you." Seb didn't care about mundane things like blisters, they'll go away eventually, that moment you shared wouldn't.

You plant a kiss on the top of his head, closing your eyes and snuggling into him, "Love you more."

[wh0re43van]

Heart Shaped Box- (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Description: Your childhood best friend surprises you at work with a gift on Valentine’s Day.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none, unfortunately. (Besides weed use)

A/n: I was going to make this a longer fic with smut but I just really wanted to get this posted tonight 😭

Oldies Country tunes and static buzz from the outdated stereo as I restock the candies at the check out. I glance at the wooden analog clock above the exit; 9:00pm

“One more hour,” I sigh to myself as I trudge back to my stool behind the register. Working for my parents at their corner store is nice. It’s slow, I’ve known all of the regulars my whole life, and if I completely flunk out of college; at least I know I have a job. But something about sitting here alone on Valentine’s Day with the smell of stale (possibly mildewed) air and my Ma’s collection of taxidermy squirrels dressed up to look like the seven dwarves doesn’t seem fitting for a 19 year old girl. Especially since my parents went to Dollyworld for valentines day, leaving me completely alone. (Dollyworld is like Disneyland for people in Kentucky)

The rusted bells hanging above the door chime as cool air floods into the small store. I don’t bother looking up until the footsteps stop in front of me. My mood immediately lifts when I see a familiar face

“Hey, man! No date tonight?” I ask my best friend while he slips his lighter into his flannel pocket. I can smell the lingering smoke of a cigarette on his fingers as he reaches for a pack of gum on the display near my head. He flashes his dimples as he leans down onto the counter.

“Eh, it’s a stupid capitalistic holiday,” he shrugs as I reach down to grab him a pack of Newport 100s.

“Mmm okay Casanova,” I laugh as I take his cash. “So did you pick up from that new guy?” I ask excitedly when I remember that he was supposed to have picked up bud from out west.

“Mhm,” Warren smiles as he pops a piece of gum into his mouth. “That’s why I’m here, nerd. Let’s go spark,” he says as he turns on his heels.

“Warren, I can’t. I still have almost an hour until I can close,” I frown at the boy who’s slowly stepping towards the door.

“Oh, come on. Your folks are out of town, they’ll never know,” he smirks as he rests a hand on the door handle. I bite my lip, looking around the store, then back at Warren.

‘He’s right. I mean it is a holiday, after all, Most places close early on holidays,’ I look at Warren and do my best to fight back a smile. He looks at me with a shit eating grin, knowing I can’t say no to him.

“Give me 5 minutes to lock up,” I giggle as I pull the cash drawer out.

•

•

I closed the store faster (and worse) than I ever have. Within 5 minutes I’m hopping into the passenger seat of Warrens car. The familiar scent of stale smoke hits me in the face as I settle into my seat.

I shake the few snow flakes that found their way into my hair out as I turn all the heat vents towards me.

“Someone oughta’ shoot that groundhog for lying to us,” I joke as I rub my hands together hoping to get some warmth from the friction.

“Here, this will warm you up,” Warren laughs, fighting back a cough as he hands me the joint. His voice comes out raspy as the smoke rolls out of his mouth. I take the paper from his hand that’s cast in a yellow haze from the dim light shining from the side of the store.

As I take a hit from the joint I lean back in the seat before exhaling. The smoke tastes piney and almost a bit floral as it fills my lungs. After coughing so hard that I drool a litttle, my muscles relax almost instantly as the buzz fills my body.

“Damn, this really is good shit,” I laugh with my scratchy voice as I accept the drink warren has offered to me.

“Oh good. I’m glad you like it,” he smiles before twisting around his seat, reaching into the back. As he scrummages around his car, I take another hit.

“Dude, what are you-“I begin to question the boy but he cuts me off.

“Here it is!” He exclaims, before sitting back properly in his seat with a red heart shaped box in one hand and a mixed CD in the other. I quirk an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. “Uh, happy Valentine’s Day, er, whatever,” he says with a small laugh, handing me the box. “I know I said that it’s stupid but, uh, ya know you’re a good friend or some shit,” he mutters with lidded eyes as he sets the red box in my lap. I can’t help but giggle at his awkwardness.

“Oh! Uh, thanks dude! I didn’t know we were doing presents or I would have gotten you something,” I say as I focus my attention on the red box.

“Nah don’t worry about it. Open it,” my best friend nudges me, seemingly very excited about his gift for me. I side eye him before handing him the joint so I can pop the box open.

I Take off the lid to reveal the expected assortment of cheap chocolates, but some of the spots of have been replaced with nugs. I look at Warren with a shocked smile and droopy eyes.

“Wow,” I laugh, trying to think of something to say. The THC in my system makes it a bit difficult to find something genuine to say to this unexpected kind gesture. “You really know what a girl wants,” I nudge him as I pop a piece of chocolate into my mouth. Warren chuckles as he inserts the burnt CD into his stereo.

“Yeah well I got hungry on the ride over here… figured I had to fill the empty spaces with something,” he teases. I laugh as I lay back into my seat. My ears perk up when I hear the intro to ‘November Rain’ by Guns N’ Roses. I lazily turn my head to quirk an eyebrow at Warren who looks almost nervous.

“You hate Guns N’ Roses,” I say with a small, confused smile, awaiting him to offer an explanation as to why he’s playing a band that he constantly complains has ‘sold out’. Warren let’s out a breathy chuckle.

“Yeah, uh, I do…” he looks away as he scratches the back of his neck. “But this is the song that was playing when the principal chased me around the gym for spiking the punch at our 8th grade dance, remember?” He explains, finally mustering up the courage to meet my eyes at the end. A laugh bubbles up through my chest as the memory comes flooding back to me. Warren had seen some kids do it in a movie, so naturally the 13 year old boy thought it would be brilliant to dump fireball into the fruit punch.

“Oh my god I forgot about that!” I wheeze, laughing so hard at this point that tears are coming from my eyes. “You got suspended for a month because you were convinced that ‘the cinnamon would complement the tropical flavor,’” I shake my head, finally catching my breath after my fit of laughter. As I wipe the tears from my cheeks, I notice Warren just staring at me with a goofy grin. There’s a glint of something in his eyes that I just can’t quite put my finger on… admiration, maybe.

“Yeah I was pretty stupid,” he laughs as he relights the joint. “But don’t forget that while he the principal was chasing me, you laughed so hard you pissed yourself,” Warren challenges as he hands me the spliff. My jaw drops before I slap him on the arm in mock defense.

“Hey I almost pissed myself. A little bit running down your leg doesn’t count,” I laugh as I blow the smoke out, watching it ricochet off the foggy windshield.

“Sure whatever,” Warren playfully rolls his eyes.

The conversation goes silent for a moment and when I look back at Warren, he has a more serious expression on his face. “I, uh, I think about that night a lot. I remember seeing you for the first time with your hair and makeup done, wearing that JCPenny dress that you hated but your mom forced you to wear… I remember thinking how beautiful you looked,” Warren says while he’s laying back in his seat, gazing through bloodshot eyes up at the roof of his car.

“Yeah that dress was the worst,” I say with a light laugh as I take a sip of his water. “I remember watching our moms hold you down and plucking your little unibrow before the dance. You screamed like a little girl and your forehead was red in all the pictures,” I laugh fondly at the memory. Warren scoffs, looking over at me.

“Woah that’s low. I compliment you and you bring up the most scarring moment of my life,” he snickers. “Uhm seriously though,Y/n. I’m, uh, really happy that you’re in my life,” his tone drops to a more serious one again.

‘What the hell is his deal?’ I think to myself in a moment of silence as ‘November rain’ continues to play in the background.

“God this song is long,” I sigh, furrowing my brows. I’ve completely forgotten what we were talking about, my mind clouded over with this extremely strong weed.

Judging by Warren’s huff and shuffle in his seat, I don’t think that he was pleased with my response. Then it clicks. The chocolates, the mixed CD, the heart to heart talk that he’s trying desperately to make work even though I’m stoned out of my mind, the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day.

“Are… are you flirting with me?” I ask, almost positive that that’s what’s happening, but still doubting myself. A large part of me is hoping that I’m right- larger than I’d like to admit.

“I’m fucking trying!” Warren laughs, his cheeks going red. I look at my best friend, seeing the handsome man that he’s growing into. A single moon beam shines from the sunroof, reflecting a sparkle in his ink pool eyes and illuminating his unkempt curls that frame his face. The car is filled with nothing but a long guitar solo as I get lost in my admiration for the boy.  I didn’t notice how uneasy my silence was making him. “But if this is weird for you-“  Warren looks away, awkwardly scratching the stubble on the side of his face.

“Then kiss me,” I say simply, interrupting him. Warren Looks at me as if his eyes are going to pop out of his skull.

“What?” He asks, shaking his head, obviously unsure if he heard me correctly.

“Kiss me,” I shrug, not elaborating anymore. Warren stares at me like a deer in headlights. I roll my eyes, then lean over the console. I place my hand behind his neck, pushing his lips against mine. It’s a small, sweet kiss but it still fills my stomach with butterflies. I pull away, leaving my face just inches from Warrens. He’s still just staring blankly but a small smile creeps onto his face.

“Spencer owes me so much money,” he laughs and then as If a switch flipped, he places his finger under my chin, then goes back in for another kiss. I’m shocked that he takes the lead this time, moving his mouth against mine in a heated exchange.

Warrens hands make their way down to my hips, holding me as if I could slip away at any second.

“Come here,” Warren demands against my lips, his voice laced with lust as he begins to lift me over the center console onto his lap. His tone makes my stomach flip, but I force myself to pull away.

“Warren, I’m extremely into this, but I don’t really want our first time to be in the parking lot of my family’s corner store,” I explain as I catch my breath, resting my hand on his thigh. The disappointment is evident on Warrens face, but he attempts to hide it.

“Yeah, no. I get it,” he laughs, running his hand through his hair. “I can die happy now honestly. I’ve been waiting to kiss you for seven years. I can wait another-” he begins to ramble- something he often does when he’s nervous.

“My parents aren’t home,” I interrupt with a mischievous grin. Warrens eyes widen.

“You mean-“ he asks as if he can’t believe what I just said.

“Yes, dumbass,” I nod my head, biting back a laugh. With that, Warren throws his car in reverse, whipping out of the parking lot as if the cops just pulled up. I attempt to scold him through my eruption of laughter as he jostles me around in the car.

[seaoflove07]

Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

Monologue

Sadness...

Sadness is all I can feel now.

I was just slowly recovering from my heartbreak from Mark.

But now, I was sent here to Japan.

To be a blood whore to vampires.

My hands can’t stop shaking.

I have no escape...

What will wait for me when I go back to the Mukami mansion?

Azusa is gonna attack me for this.

He’s gonna see Reiji’s bite marks.

No makeup will be able to cover these marks.

I keep shaking...

Knowing that this hell of a night will not end...

- The scene starts in Yui’s Bedroom -

Yui: “Christine-san, I brought you some lavender tea. I hope it calms you a bit.”

Christine: “Thank you, Yui.”

She grabs the tea with shaky hands.

Yui: ... ...

“It saddens me to see you this way. I apologize again for not checking on you earlier.”

Christine: “It’s not your fault and don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

She takes a sip of the tea.

“Mmm... it tastes really good. So this is your room?”

Yui nods.

Christine: “I see you like the color pink. We have that in common.”

A smile spread on Yui’s lips.

Yui: “I’m glad we have that in common...”

“Christine-san? How is it going with the Mukami Brothers?”

Christine: “A lot of weird things have been happening lately… but I was able to get to know a little bit about Azusa’s past. Because of that, my heart aches for him and I can understand why he's the way he is.”

Yui: “So that's a good thing that the two of you are getting closer.”

Christine: “To be honest, he doesn't leave me alone but I’m kinda getting used to it.”

Yui: “Why doesn't Azusa-kun come with you here?”

Christine: “I think Ruki doesn't let him. I don't know why.”

Yui: “I see. How do the rest of them treat you?”

Christine: “I don't interact much with the other brothers. I can say Ruki is the one I talk to a little more when we are doing chores together and thankfully, he hasn't tried to suck my blood. With Kou and Yuma, I have made a few small conversations when we eat together at the kitchen table. I'm with Azusa the majority of the time.”

Yui: “I see. It’s a good thing that the other brothers haven't sucked your blood. I still think Azusa-kun chose you and that's what’s keeping the other brothers away. Who knows? Maybe Azusa-kun and you will fall in love.”

- Christine gave her a sharp look -

Christine: “I don't want to fall in love. I've been in love before and that ended badly. I'm still not fully recovered from it. I'm not doing that again.”

Yui: “You’ve been in love before!? I'm sorry it didn't work out. I don't want to get into your business, but… I want to get to know you. What was his name?”

Christine: “Mark…We dated all throughout high school and college. Well, he is still in college. My courses were shorter than his.”

“But long story short, I was madly in love with him, he was my first everything. My first love, my first kiss, and the one I lost my virginity to. I honestly thought we would grow old together...”

“At first, the relationship was going well until he got tired of me and was treating me like garbage. What makes me angry with myself is that I let him verbally abuse me to his heart's content. His words were so bad that I began to believe him and tried to do my best to be good enough for him…”

“But nothing was good enough for Mark, and we were having terrible arguments every day. He was calling me, “Fat” telling me I needed to lose weight. I ended up having an eating disorder for a while, and that's not all, he did more terrible things to me and I was starting to get depressed. But I still stayed with him.”

Tears run down her cheeks.

“Then he began to cheat on me behind my back. A friend of mine from back home caught him with another woman at a party and she told me about it. When I confronted him, he told me he was done with me and left me broken…”

(My heart aches so bad…)

“I was stupid for not having the courage to break up with him first. But if I'm being honest with myself. I think it was best that he walked away first, because…”

More tears keep running down her cheeks.

“I don't think I would have let him go… I'm so stupid and was blinded by love! So you see, Yui. How can I give my heart to someone after this? I don't think I would be able to handle a second heartbreak.”

- Yui suddenly hugs her -

Yui: “Oh, Christine-san! Please don't say that about yourself. You are not stupid. You were just a girl in love. But there is always a second chance of happiness, you just haven't found it yet. I'm sorry that the relationship with your first love didn't end well.”

Christine: “Don’t worry, I'm fine. It took me a while to move on with my life… but now, I ended up here and it's not going any better. All I have to do is try to survive.”

Yui breaks the hug.

Yui: “Keep surviving Christine-san and stay strong. Please, don't harm yourself ever again by not eating. You are beautiful the way you are.”

- Christine smiles -

Christine: “Thank you, Yui for your kind words, and don't worry I will never go through that again. No man is worth starving for, I know that now. I love food and I eat good portions now. Also! You are beautiful too.”

Yui: “E-Eh!? No, I'm not.”

Christine: “Oh stop! Yes, you are.”

They both giggle.

Yui: “Thank you, you are so nice. Say, Christine-san? Have you figured out what Karlheinz-sama wants with you?”

Christine: “No. Ruki told me he would keep trying to find out any information. Have you heard anything? Maybe from one of the Sakamaki’s?”

Yui: “No. Ayato-kun and the rest of the brothers haven't mentioned anything. I don't think they know either. Karlheinz-sama is a very mysterious man and he never fully discusses his plans…”

“From what I heard the Adam and Eve plan is still not completed. But out of all the brothers, he does send letters to Shu-san since he is the oldest. Usually, when he sends out plans or orders for everyone, Shu-san is the first to know, so maybe… you should try to ask him.”

Christine: “Gosh! Is that the sleepy one? I doubt he will be any—”

- The door opens -

Ayato: “Chichinashi! I was lookin’ everywhere for you. Whatcha doin’ in your room with Chihuahua?”

Yui: “A-Ayato-kun! I was helping Christine-san since Reiji-san bit her and—”

Ayato: “Four eyes? Hahahaha!”

Christine: “It is not funny!”

Ayato: “Stop yappin’ You already hog my Chichinashi long enough from me. Now be gone! I want some alone time with her.”

Yui: “You are being rude!”

Ayato: “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

Christine: “It’s okay, Yui. Don't worry. I'm not offended. Besides my work shift is over so I'm gonna go and try to find Kou so we can leave.”

Yui: “Alright then. I'll see you next Friday, Christine-san.”

Christine: “Yes, see ya. And thank you for everything, Yui. Have a good weekend.”

Yui: “Thanks, you too. Be safe!”

*TimeSkip*

Christine was walking through the hallway and saw Reiji walking towards her.

Christine: (Oh No!!...)

They both stopped and stared at each other not saying anything for a while.

Reiji: “Your manners earlier were foolish, and you certainly need a lot of discipline.”

He walks closer to her and runs his fingers on the bite marks on her neck.

“I will say my marks look lovely on your skin and the taste of your blood was high quality for being a mere human.”

Christine: (I feel disgusted with his touch but I don’t push him away. I don’t have the energy and I don’t want to repeat what happened earlier tonight...)

Reiji: “You are remaining quiet I see?”

He grabs her chin.

“You sure are a beauty, but you lack manners. I need to start training you. With my training, you would become the perfect lady.”

Christine: !!!!

“W-What do you mean by—“

Kou: “Reiji! Let go of Kujaku-chan.”

He shoves Reiji.

Reiji: “Don’t you dare put your filthy hands on me again! Or I will snatch them next time.”

Kou: “Fufu~ I would like to see you try.”

He looks at his watch.

“Guess it will have to be another night. Our time is up.”

- Kou grabs Christine’s hand -

“Let’s go. It’s time to go back to the manor.”

*Timeskip*

- In the Limousine -

Kou: “Kujaku-chan! I left just for a tiny moment and look what you got yourself into! Ruki and Azusa are gonna scold me for this.”

Christine: “You should have known that it takes only a second for the Sakamakis to take any opportunity.”

Kou: “Dammit! And he got you good. Your neck is full of his marks.”

Christine: “I’m aware! I need to hide from Azusa.”

Kou: “You must be dumb, there is no hiding from us. We can smell your scent anywhere, even if you hide he will find you. Also, Reiji’s scent is all over you.”

Christine: “Fuck! So I guess another torture awaits for me.”

Kou: “You sure have a dirty month.”

- The limousine stops -

“Well Kujaku-chan, we are home, get out.”

*Timeskip*

Once Christine got to the mansion she didn't see Ruki and Azusa. So she immediately walked nervously towards her room. She was getting close but felt someone was behind her.

Azusa: “Rose-san, welcome back.”

She froze for a few seconds and slowly turned around to face him.

- Azusa flinched, then furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at her -

Azusa: “Say, Rose-san? Who’s marks and scent… that is all over you belong to…?”

Christine: … …

(I’m so afraid that I can't even answer…)

Azusa: “I see... so… you have someone else you prefer...”

Christine: “No! Azusa. Please let me explain it’s not what you—”

Azusa: “You do not have to explain... Just tell me... who was it...?”

Christine: “It was Reiji.”

(I can hear my heart beating like crazy…)

Azusa: “... I see...”

… …

“Hit me… show me… that I’m needed… here… cut me with this knife… Christina, Justin, and Melissa… would like to have more friends…”

He walks closer to her.

Christine: “No! Stay back! Please, don't come near me.”

She steps back.

Azusa: “Why…?”

Christine: (I can see the anger on his face…)

“Because I know what you're gonna do to me and… I don't think I can't handle it tonight. So, please. Go away and leave me alone.”

(His hands are shaking…)

- Azusa drops the knife to the floor and grabs her wrist tight, pulling her closer to him -

Azusa: “I will not go away…!”

- He suddenly pins her down -

• Artwork by @//yuma-mukami-garden-god •

Azusa: “Don’t you see, Rose… This jealousy is killing me…! Do you know… how messed up in the head… I am… because of you…!”

Christine: “I haven't done anything to you! You're the one who is always after me, and It’s not my fault that Reiji bit me!”

(There’s still anger in those lavender eyes...)

Azusa: “You chose me, Princess... you came into my dreams… and now… you are my precious Rose … I will not let you get away from me...”

Christine: “What are you talking about, Azusa!?”

Azusa: “I will not let anyone else.. have you…”

He stares at Reiji’s bite marks and pulls down the strap from her dress.

Azusa: “This will hurt… but... please endure it... okay...? I will... remove his marks... from you...”

Christine: (Oh no!…)

- Azusa bites on the exact same spots Reiji did -

Christine: “Ah!”

She holds on to him tight.

*Slurp, Slurp*

Azusa: “Aah…It’s always so very sweet… It is sticking… to the inside of my throat... I can't get enough of it...”

He keeps biting her deeper and deeper, making it hurt a lot.

“...Nn... Haah, haah...”

*Gulp, Gulp*

Christine: “Please! I can’t bear anymore…It hurts too much...”

She tightens her grip on his shoulders.

Azusa: “Does it...? But I can still see... traces of him... so please... endure it a little longer...”

He bites her again.

Christine: (This pain! Is like I can never escape it. Is this going to be my life from now on?…)

- Christine starts sobbing -

He sucks a little more before finally stopping and licking the new marks.

Azusa: “I don't know why… my heart always aches… every time… I see you cry…”

He wipes her tears.

“Come…”

He helps her stand up and hugs her.

“I’m sorry... Rose-san... You can hit me… it will make you… feel better…”

Christine: (His apology and sudden hug took me by surprise...)

She hugs him back.

“No Azu... I don't want to hurt you, and even if I wanted to, I don't have the strength. I’m feeling dizzy. I lost too much blood tonight...”

(I feel my head spinning now...)

Azusa: “I‘ll take you to your room...”

She tried walking but the second she moved her foot she fell backward, Azusa caught her in time and lifted her up in his arms. He takes a moment to stare at her lovely face.

“Rose-san... you fainted on me again...”

He admits he’s still angry about the fact that Reiji bit his Rose. Suddenly a Flashback comes to his mind of warnings from the Princess.

Flashback

Azusa: “Nn... Hah... Nn.... Princess...?”

Princess: “Yes…?”

Azusa: “Can I bite you...?”

Princess: “No Azu. I need to warn you about something before our time is up. Even though we belong to each other. There can be situations that won’t allow us to be together. Human me is very vulnerable right now, and destiny can be changed. You need to be careful someone else doesn’t claim her before you do.”

Flashback Ends

His heart sank just by the thought of her being vulnerable to Reiji. He cannot allow not even an inch. His hands began to shake badly even having her in his arms. His heart doesn't stop aching.

Azusa: (Even though I love being physically hurt but emotional pain makes me so very uneasy. I will not hand her over to anyone. Much less, Reiji...)

*TimeSkip*

When Christine woke up she immediately went and took a bath and got ready for tonight. She has a headache and the marks from her neck still hurts. Two vampires suck her blood the same night. It’s a miracle she still has a neck attached to her, she thought. She wanted a cup of coffee and breakfast but first, she needed to thank Azusa for bringing her to her room safely after she fainted. She knocked on his door but he didn't answer. She was about to leave thinking he wasn't there but suddenly she heard breathing.

She opens the door and walks into his dark room.

Christine: (I can smell a strong scent of blood…)

Shock washed over her at the sight of Azusa sitting on the floor with a lot of blood, and him holding a knife still cutting himself.

Christine: “Azusa!!”

She runs to him.

*Stab, Stab*

- Azusa kept cutting himself, lost in his thoughts with tears in his eyes -

She kneels in front of him and grabs his hand to stop him.

Christine: “Please… That is enough… Azu.”

Tears filled her eyes.

Azusa: “Rose… what are you doing here…? And… why are you crying…?”

Christine: “I wanted to say thank you for bringing me back to my room safely, and I'm crying because… it hurts me to see you harm yourself.”

Azusa: “You don't like it… when I am…hurt...?”

Christine: “No, I don't like it. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

- More tears kept coming down from Azusa’s eyes. -

She gently took the knife away from his hand and placed it on the floor.

“What happened?”

Azusa: “… My life… has always been a disaster… and I wanted to forget… this strong emotional pain… that I'm feeling… right now…”

Christine: “Azu, I'm truly sorry that life was so hard for you.”

She cups his cheeks.

“I know, I probably won't fix your problems. But I have told you before that whenever you feel this way, please come find me and I'll be here for you. There are other ways to cope with emotional pain, and I promise you I will find a way to keep you entertained. There are so many places we can go together, and I remember you told me one time that you don't mind, if I read poetry to you. I would be happy to read my favorite poems to you.”

He sighed and gave her a gentle smile.

Azusa: “Would you really do that for me…?”

Christine: “Yes. Plus, the more time we spend together, the more we get to know each other. Wasn't that something we both wanted?”

He cups her cheek.

Azusa: “Rose… I’ll do anything… to keep you near me…”

Christine: “A-Azu…”

Azusa: (Her cute blushy face, I love seeing that side of her. She has no idea how much she means to me and how scared I am of losing her…)

“Rose-san…? Will you..stay by my side…regardless… Even on my worst days…?”

She nods.

Christine: “Yes, I will.”

They both smiled at each other.

Azusa: “Thank you, Rose-san… I'm feeling a bit calmed… because… you are here with me…”

Christine: “I'm glad that you feel calmer. Azu, your arms are bleeding a lot. Let me clean and put new bandages on your wounds and then we can eat breakfast together.”

He nods and they both stand up.

*TimeSkip*

After Christine and Azusa ate breakfast together she was happy to see that Azusa calmed down and was in a better mood. Now she was in the manor’s library with Ruki dusting the shelves and organizing books. It was the weekend and her day off but Ruki asked her if she could help him with some chores in the Library. Since she loves reading and the library she said yes. She did promise Azusa to meet up with him after she was done. Tonight she will read some of her favorite poems to him. She's excited since she always wanted to do this with someone.

Christine: “Ruki, what do your brothers and you like to do in the summer? Sorry for the sudden question. Is just we are already in mid-summer and I haven't seen you guys do anything fun.”

Ruki: “You sure are nosey, Livestock. My brothers and I don't do much. The majority of the time we just stay here and do our own things.”

Christine: (That seems so boring! And I'm getting bored myself. I haven't done anything fun since I got here…)

“How about next weekend we all go together to the beach?”

Ruki: “And why should we do such a thing?”

Christine: “I just think it will be fun and I can tell that you and your brothers are close. I also feel that Azusa needs this trip. It can help him clear out his negative thoughts.”

Ruki: “Hmph... Very well, I think this trip will be good for my brothers. But we are not going to the beach. I do not want to deal with the mess of the sand. That will be troublesome, so the Hot Springs seem like a better idea.”

Christine: “Hot Springs! I've never been to one but I have seen photos online and they do look nice and relaxing.”

Ruki: “I will book everything for the upcoming weekend. Just make sure you are prepared.”

Christine: “I will!”

(I’m so excited for this!…)

Ruki: “Oi, Is just a hot spring, nothing to be that excited about. Now be gone. I don't need you anymore in the Library. I got it from here.”

Christine: “Okay, I'll take my leave now.”

Monologue

I got lucky that Ruki suggested the Hot Springs.

I honestly thought he was gonna say no about all of us going anywhere together next weekend.

So for that,

I am happy.

I truly hope that Azusa can relax and clear his thoughts.

Even though,

Him and I go through rough nights together,

I still want to be his emotional support.

I don't understand his feelings towards me

and I

Don't understand my feelings towards him either.

But Hopefully,

With this upcoming trip.

The both of us can try to heal in some way.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

• Artwork by MonMonArtz •

[simmerdowndee]

TWIN TUITION EPISODE SEVENTEEN PART TWO

[Cade] 

Taylor and Jordan are officially college grads. Cai and I are so very proud of both of them! Taylor is very excited she doesn’t have to see another classroom again and can be in her happy place more often, the kitchen. *Laughs* Today we are also having their graduation party. We invited Maurice and his wife, as the Bistro has been a big part of Taylor's success. 

Cade: Congratulations baby! Taylor: Thank you babe. I’m so glad that’s over with.  Cade: *Laughs* C’mon, college wasn’t that bad for you. 

Cade: You got to live with your girlfriend turned wife, which means you didn’t have to wake up to a crazy roommate.  Taylor: I still have a crazy roommate but yes. *Laughs*

Cade: You also didn’t have to eat like a college kid, as you had full kitchen.  Taylor: That was the best part.  Cade: Hey!  Taylor: *Laughs*  Taylor: You know the best part was being with you.

Cade: Good. It better have been. 

Taylor: *Laughs* Let’s go talk my boss and his wife. 

[Cai]

It's so nice getting to spend time with some of Jordan's family and friends. They are all so eager to tough my stomach and I’m just like mmm, no. I think Jordan realized after a few people because he started to shield me a bit. He’s so cute. 

Jordan: You look so cute babe. 

Cai: Thank you. I’m sorry I’m wearing slippers. My feet are killing me. 

Jordan: Don’t apologize babe. You could have worn pajamas and I would dare someone to say something. 

Cai: *Giggles* You’re such a sweetie.  Robyn: Aht, that’s how yall got the babies.  Cai: Hi mom. *Laughs* Robyn: How are you and my grandbabies? Cai: Tired of people treating me like a petting zoo.  Robyn: You are letting people touch your wife’s stomach without permission? Jordan: I think they got the hint once I started to cover her. Cai: *Laughs* Robyn: You tell them to ASK and not assume.  Robyn: They’re almost here. Are you excited? Cai: Yes! Very!  Robyn: Have you scheduled your c-section?  Cai: Yep. I’ll be a mom in three weeks!  Robyn: You’ll love those babies to pieces. Boys are a headache though. A real pain in the ass.  Jordan: Hey…. Cai: *Giggles* 

[Back to Cade]

Maurice: I’m so proud of you kid. Taylor: Thanks work Dad. 

Maurice: *Laughs*  Maurice: I have a graduation gift for you. 

*Maurice hands Taylor an envelope*

Maurice: Before you open that, I want to say something.  Maurice: In fact, I want everyone to hear this.  Cade: Oh my god, what did you do? Maurice: Taylor has brought so much life to the Bistro, she’s one of the best things to happen to me and my restaurant.  Taylor: Awh, stop.  Maurice: I mean it kid. You’re pretty talented.  Maurice: Your cooking has brought many financial blessings to the Bistro, which has now allowed me to help my wife open her café.  Cade: Oh, a new café. I can’t wait to go.  Maurice: A new café means I’ll need to focus most of my attention on it, which brings me to your gift Taylor.

*Taylor opens the envelope*

*Reading*

Cade: What does it say? Taylor: YOU’RE OFFERING ME THE BISTRO? Everyone: *Gasps*  Cade: Holy shit, you’ll take over?

Dakota: Hi, her lawyer here. Let me just take a lil peek at this document.

*Dakota looks over the document*

Dakota: Hmm.  Taylor: What?? Dakota: I’d have to look over it more once I’m in the office, but Taylor this is a good offer so far.  Dakota: I feel like we can get this number a little lower though….  Maurice: We can discuss that if she accepts the offer. Taylor: So…. Where would I get this money…..

Cade: Well, we still have some left over from the wedding savings.  Theo: How about we discuss this after the party, we can talk about how you’ll get it.  Taylor: Sounds good to me! Taylor: I don’t know what to say Maurice, are you sure you want me to take over?  Maurice: You’re the only person I trust.  Cai: Does this mean I get free meals now?  Cade: You already eat free, you and your mini freeloaders. 

Cai: Hey!  Jordan:*Laughs*  Taylor: Thank you, Maurice. 

Everyone continues to enjoy the graduation party & then we go back inside to talk with Maurice and my parents. Even if my mom can work out a better deal, we don’t have that much money… I hope we can find a way. She deserves this. 

[samsblades]

sam is so oxford university in autumn/winter coded to me, like i js know he’d love the radcliffe camera library n like being on the balcony bit overlooking everything n everyone n js thinking abt what they’re thinking abt n recognizing everyone is different n i feel like he’d a magdalen or brasenose boy. honestly he’d go to the colleges founded in like the 1400s bc i feel like he’s rlly into old architecture

also he’d deffo js like go roaming through his college n he makes it a routine n now it’s his second yr at oxford that’s how he’d come across an ethereally beautiful girl who’s in first year (you) crying bc the food in the food hall is so shit (i remember i went to magdalen college on a skl trip like 2 years ago n it was a slab of chicken n some chips with broccoli n a pot of gravy) and also apparently from what ive heard first years dont get a kitchen in their accommodation so they hv to eat in the food hall every night for first yr.

so he and u become friends, go out drinking, u study wtv u wanna study n obvs he does law so yous study together like all the time, and when i say all the time after like a lecture u call each other n its like “yeah let’s meet here” or “already saved ur seat in the library” and its so cute. or if its like getting dark early n u dont feel safe hes like “stay where u r i’ll come get u” even if hes like on the other side of campus he’s js such a lil cutie pie

then eventually he invites u over to his dorm (u guys r in the same college) n u guys cook and together and hv set nights together after a while and u both start dating and he graduates a year before you and goes back to america but at the beginning of ur last year u put ur name down for a PhD scholarship wtv thing at stanford n get in so u guys r reunited n live happily ever after

also fun fact: the oxford scenes in saltburn were shot in brasenose college and obvs some harry potter was shot there

genuinely though oxford is such a beautiful place it’s my dream uni, like i went to christ church too and it was so pretty, magdalen was pretty too there was like a lake and we walked past like a field with animals on it (i forgot what they were but it was either sheep or alpacas) and u can walk all over the place

-💽

I COULDN'T AGREE MOREEEE he is so oxford coded, esp for the colder months. sam is sooo autumn core <33 i do not understand all the references here but! i'm sure they're all facts, and i hugely agree he'd like the school's with old architecture like that !!! which on a side tangent, i think he'd like my school too bc of the old buildings and the campus is so pretty! (but would not fit him academically too well LOL... not intellectually simulating enough i fear, though i do think he would've liked. a liberal arts school hehe)

anyways!! FIRST YEAR CRYING ABOUT THE FOOD LOLLLL THAT'S SO FACTS SO ME CORE... I HATE MY SCHOOLS DINING HALLLL T_T and yeah he would absolutely always come get you and walk you where you need to go when it's dark! even if you don't ask. like especially when it's at a regularly scheduled time, he knows your whole class schedule, so he'll come get you when your class is done if he's not in class himself!!

MMM the idea of you getting your phd at stanford is so cute!! i love it i love it <333 literally happily ever after, i need that shit hehe <#

no because oxford is SO beautiful ofc i've never seen it in person, but i've ofc seen it in movies and pictures and it's such a dream. i have faith you'll make it to your dream school!! with all the sheepies and alpacas and the pretty lake!

[teethpaste]

mmm I think it may be time to dry out again. My bf met my mom/sister/sisters bf last night but the whole time I felt so off. I just kept thinking about how much I missed my dad. It didn’t really hit me till right before I was about to leave and then the reality set in that oh, this time “meeting the parents” only means meeting one. I can’t believe it’s coming up on 2 years since he died. The time around it doesn’t feel real. He died 10~ days after getting into the hospital. It all happened so suddenly. There was no lead up. I still think about that. How the doctor told me it was okay to leave and go home (4 hour drive) and then the next morning he died. Anyways. I haven’t had a scenario yet where I’ve had to face it head on in that way, it just made it so real that my dad isn’t here. He won’t be again. There are a million moments in the future that are going to feel bad like this and there’s nothing I can do to change that.

I ordered straight up scotch and my mom looked at me like ? Following the dinner I stood in the bathroom for no less than 8 minutes just staring at myself in the mirror being like DONT CRY. Our friends were going to our neighborhood bar so I decided to rally.

What followed was the consumption of 14 shots in total and 3 beers. I just kept drinking to make myself not sad. And that’s so fucking dumb. That’s not how that works. And I KNOW that’s not how it works. But I did it anyway. Then I said some embarassing cringe stuff to his friends which I regret but oh well. I’m worried one of his roomates hates me. But what else am I supposed to say outside of “woof there are so many people I don’t want to see here” and his roommate looks at me like I’m a dick. But what do you say when from one booth you can see your ex’s work wife, her younger brother that tried to slide into your DMs last month, a man you had a one night stand with, a man you dated briefly for 2 months , and a girl who you had a huge falling out with in college !

We had a bunch of people back to my apartment and I stepped outside to smoke a cigon my stoop. My neighbor, who I have yet to meet since moving in a few months back, threw open the front door and yelled at me for smoking, saying his living room smelled like cigarettes and I needed to get off the stairs. So I did move. But now I feel bad. My first instinct this morning was do I write a note? Leave a treat? I wouldn’t eat a treat from a stranger? Oh well

After everyone left I couldnt stop the bad feelings and I just started sobbing and my bf was like ?? Omg? He hasn’t seen me sad in the ~5 months we’ve dated, bc I usually do this in private, on my own terms, but he was surprisingly wildly comforting.

But he left for work at 8 am and I’m still saying in bed awake, dreading my friends birthday brunch. My head is throbbing - but not from the alcohol, from crying until 4 am. And that’s why I know I need a break bc my tolerance is way up and I should be feeling much worse.

Also love having anxiety that now I showed him too much of me and he’ll want to leave. Probably not. But that’s how it usually goes

It’s weird dating someone who is so normal and well adjusted. There isn’t the toxicity .. or mental health highs and lows I’m used to. I’m used to having a partner who is more fucked io than me. Or depressed . Or an addict. Where my behavior doesn’t compare. But now I feel like the fucked up one and I don’t like it. He deserves someone literally so nice and normal.

[zeracanule]

I am not THAT pale...

There's gotta be some neurological brain thing pertaining to teeth whiteness and the whites of the eyes.

Also realizing. I think part of my issue is that neurologic recognition, from an early age, even if I transitioned I wouldn't be pale-ass petite.

So it's like... I could never pull off a certain brand of femme fatales.

So then what even is the point of transitioning.

Where as like. My mom, being my mom, was able to pull off the tomboy personality for years.

And that's why... you must eat your father.

"Bless me, with the, leaf off of a tree, on it, I see, the freedome reign"

... they had a house meeting today. Rather bitchy because I got woken up at 10:30. And so like. You know how your dreams after affected by how you get woken. Or like... it's like the dream actually happens in the split second of awakening and I'd just your unconscious suddenly processing all the information so as to perceive reality.

Well. I had a half-nightmare about failing at college. And having to go to a class I failed. And all that. And a bit of flying around campus/gliding.

But like. Shit dawg. If I could have just slept another few hours. Or something. I dunno.

Realized that the guy I was living around in Vegas was named Sean. And Sean is a diminutive of the French name Jean. And my mom's middle name is Jean.

And like. Another one of those "reality isn't real" blah blah blah situations.

Was nice not being asked how my day was by the liquor store guy. I think after I come int he third day in a row he realizes I'm not on some depressive binder. I'm just on autopilot.

If I could I'd be autopiloting myself to minecraft. But apparently the other part of my brain doesn't perceive the whole uh... like. Calories... of beer.

"Oh, he's depressed, maybe he'll want to go out, buy some beers, and be social."

And I'm like

No, no, I'm just doing this because otherwise you'd nag at me for a few hours.

And then there's the other voice which is like "hey, why don't you go unalive your former housemate."

And I'm like fuuuuccckkk offff, but then like at nighttime that voice turns into the faux-adult voice saying it's trying to teach me how to hold in my need to use the restroom so that I can get a job and all that.

And I'm like. Shit.

Brain grumpiness. Cheddar chicken rollers from Del Taco. Extra yummy. Creamy ranch. Mmm good.

Mild grumpiness because I am currently low on youtube videos to watch. Started up a new series again but the 1st season only has 10 episodes. And I think the 2nd season has some 20-ish episodes. But when I watched the other podcast they did which was 59 episodes I had a LOOOONNNGGG hiatus at around 40-ish episodes and didn't watch it for a year.

And like. I think my brain is trying to pace myself with episodes again.

Apparently my eldest niece is into D&D. Super cool. Sort of funny that my sister is getting that going. She used to be really good at story telling.

I'm just a world building idea farm.

>_> and then a decade goes by and I realize "oh, this was a reflection of blank" or such and such. But hey, almost a decade of having an idea be unabashedly mine. Or something. Need to drink more water.

Had a period of adding drink flavor stuff. But then it felt kinda funky drinking it.

And then started up vege drinks. And back on mid-range caffeinated drinks.

But needing to check an article I saw on artificial sweeteners being bad for the brain. Saw another before which mentioned differing levels of depression depending on type of sugar/sweetener intake.

Just all seems relevant because after I went to inpatient I met a dude who mentioned being "bored of water."

-contemplative cat reading newspaper- "I should buy a Juul."

[ryqoshay]

Tri-Arame: Side Story - Twelfth Lollipop

Primary Pairing: ShizuKasu Words: 615 Rating: G Time Frame: Probably sometime during their college years Prompt: Karma

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Summary: Shizuku decides on a unique way of gifting Kasumi some lollipops

Author's Note: Primary entry for the 19th

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“I’m home.” Shizuku announced, closing the door behind her.

“Shizuko!” Kasumi bounced around the corner. “Thank you!”

Shizuku smiled. “I see you found one.”

Kasumi grinned before going in for a one-armed hug. She held out the other hand to avoid catching her lollipop in her girlfriend’s hair or clothes. Finally, she pushed up for a kiss.

“Mmm… sweet.” Shizuku commented as she pulled away.

Kasumi giggled and popped the candy back into her mouth.

“Have you found the others?”

“Others?” Kasumi tilted her head.

“You didn’t wonder why there was a number on the package?”

“The nine?”

“Yes, the package I bought had a dozen.” Shizuku explained. “I numbered them all, so you still have eleven to find.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened. “I’m gonna find them!” She announced before bounding back into the apartment.

“I’ll start on dinner.”

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“Found another!” A voice called from elsewhere in the apartment.

“How many does that make it?” Shizuku asked as she chopped the carrots on her cutting board.

“Four.” Kasumi scampered into the kitchen, pecked a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek, and spun back out. “Eight more to go!”

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“I’m up to seven.” Kasumi announced happily as she took a seat at the table.

“You’re finding them a lot faster than I thought you would, Kasumi-chan.” Shizuku admitted, setting plates down for both girls.

“Shizuko needs to up her hiding game if she wants to keep them away from the great detective Kasumin!”

Shizuku chuckled. “I do actually want you to find them, though.”

“I suppose.”

“Are you having fun with my candy hunt?”

“Yup! I’m going to find them all before bed tonight.”

Shizuku smiled.

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“Kasumi-chan, let me brush your hair.”

“I still need to find three lollipops though.”

“We need to head to bed soon.”

“But…”

“You can keep looking tomorrow.”

“But…”

“They’re not going to melt or spoil if you don’t find them tonight.”

Kasumi sighed and knelt in front of Shizuku so she could dry and brush her hair.

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“Kasumi-chan, you need to eat your breakfast or you won’t make it to lunch and will get grumpy.”

“I just need to find one more of Shizuko’s lollipops though.”

“You can continue looking when you get home from class.”

Kasumi sighed and ate her breakfast.

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“Kasumi-chan, it’s time for bed.”

“But I still haven’t found the last lollipop…”

“It’s been three days.”

“I know.”

“Does the great detective Kasumin give up?”

“Never!”

“Well, at least take a break for now and come to bed.”

“… Alright…”

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“Shizuko~~!”

“What’s up Kasumi-chan?”

“I give up!”

“Oh?”

“It’s been two weeks! I can’t find the last Shizuko pop.”

“So you admit defeat?”

“Mohhh… fine, yes. Can you please give me the last lollipop?”

Shizuku smiled.

“Shizuko?”

Shizuku laughed.

“What’s so funny? Shizuko? Why are you laughing?”

“There were only eleven lollipops.”

“Eh?”

“I bought a ten pack and one extra.”

“But… I found one with a number twelve on it.”

“I skipped seven.”

Something clicked in Kasumi’s mind. “Shizuko~! Why did you let Kasumin search for two weeks if you knew there was nothing left to find?”

“Karma.”

Kasumi blinked.

“Kasumi-chan has pranked me numerous times, so it felt like it was time for a little bit of payback.”

“So there really isn’t a twelfth lollipop?” Moisture gathered in Kasumi’s eyes.

Shizuku chuckled. “You’re really concerned about that part?”

“They were good though! Shizuko found a really good brand.”

“They were just a normal brand.”

“But they were ones Shizuko gave me.”

Oh. Shizuku smiled again. “Alright, I’ll get Kasumi-chan a twelfth lollipop tomorrow.”

“Really?” Kasumi immediately brightened back up.

“Yes.”

“And maybe more than a thirteenth?”

“Or fourteenth?”

“Even better.”

“Alright.”

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Author's Note Continued: Karma -> Payback? -> For a prank? -> Shizuku giving Kasumi karmic payback for all of the pranks. One Google search for a relatively harmless, and possibly rewarding prank later and I had the core idea for this chapter. Weaving it through a handful of soft, simple, domestic ShizuKasu scenes was just me indulging in my favorite genre of writing.

Prior Prompts Used: Prank Time Seven Wonder Soon

[tvgals]

‘THE OTHER WOMAN…WILL ALWAYS CRY HERSELF TO SLEEP.’

synopsis- what happens when the other woman is eren’s girlfriend?

cw- black reader, eren is an actual asshole (only to his poor girlfriend), eren is a sucker for his golden girl, eren’s girlfriend actually has a name, modern au

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jeal·ous

/ˈjeləs/

feeling or showing suspicion of someone's unfaithfulness in a relationship.

eren walks into his shared apartment an hour and some change after he said he would arrive home. his girlfriend presumably in their bedroom. “home.” he weakly says, as if he doesn’t want to be known or bothered. his girlfriend basically runs out the bedroom and hugs eren, almost toppling over. “get off of me.”

“hey rinnie! where were you? i was waiting for you all day!” belle giggles, her brown curls swaying with each movement. belle was eren’s girlfriend. was. before she found out the news of course. “don’t call me that. and i was out shopping with y/n.” eren says mundanely, kicking off his slides and pulling his sweats up. “but you let y/n call you that all the time…why can’t i?” belle asks, her doe eyes looking up into eren’s cold green ones. “you’re not y/n, are you?” eren asks, a smug grin on his face. “i’m gonna go take a shower.” with that, eren walks past belle without a second thought and slams the bathroom door shut.

eren sighs, taking his bun out of the hair tie he borrowed from you and took his hoodie off, revealing the kiss marks on his neck. he grabs his phone and hits your contact.

‘miss ya baby. needa see you again.’

eren sits and waits for a response, turning the shower water on in the meantime. it doesn’t matter how much he runs since belle pays the water bill.

‘miss you too rinnie :(( i’m off tmrw come over then?’

‘bet.’

eren smiles to himself, he doesn’t care he’s cheating, frankly, he doesn’t care about the woman he’s cheating on either. sure, he loved her for a few months in their relationship, but when he saw how much you’d changed in your freshman year of college, he snapped. “eren? can i come in?” the muffled voice of belle rings from the other side of the door.

“what is it.” eren groans, taking off his sweats and boxers in one swift movement. belle opens the door and pokes her head in, eyes growing wide at eren’s naked body. “i just…was wondering if you had ate yet? and if you wanted something to eat..” she grins, walking fully into the bathroom, her midnight blue lingerie hugging her body. “mmm….” eren hums, he almost pities her. the fact she thinks he would ever have sex with her. the fact that she thinks he would enjoy it. but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

“cmere baby.” he coaxed her over, trying his hardest to imagine it was his golden girl y/n. belle struts over to eren, biting her lip seductively. eren grabs her by her hips and kisses her, her lipstick tasting bitter on his lips. a stark contrast to your fruity lip gloss flavors. his hands roam, trying to find a comfortable spot. he tried resting them on her ass, not feeling the same as yours. he then tried her waist, then her thighs, but whatever he did, he just couldn’t get it right. belle pulls way from the kiss, saliva connecting their lips like a bridge. her eyes scan eren’s face. while observing his gold stud earring, she notices them. the dark red lipstick stains on his neck.

“eren..where’d you get those from?” she asks, pulling away from him. “what?” eren knows exactly what she’s talking about. “the..the marks on your neck.” she stutters, arms falling flat to her sides. “huh? you put those there. remember?” he asks, walking towards the shower. “no i didn’t..we haven’t had sex in like…three months!” belle says, crossing her arms while watching eren’s silhouette in the shower. “that doesn’t mean we don’t make out.” eren says blankly. he hears the pitter patter of her steps, stopping near his phone. she starts talking, but this time obviously louder.

“are you gonna watch the oscars with me tonight?” she asks, typing the password into eren’s phone. it worked. why is it on do not disturb? “ehhh maybe. told y/n i’d watch it with her so maybe not. might just call her.” he sighs. searching for his shampoo. “yeah?” eren knows exactly what she’s doing. “yeah. also, i’d rather not have you go through my messages. what you’ll see is gonna hurt your feelings.” he warns, although he already heard belle’s sniffling. “why is y/n’s contact still in your phone?” i thought i told you to delete it?” belle says, tears welling in her big brown eyes.

“you did, i just didn’t want to.” he confesses, turning around so he’s facing the wall opposite to the shower head. “why don’t you ever listen to me? is this why you’ve been coming home so late? because of y/n?” belle asks, sitting on the toilet lid. “sometimes, yeah. not like we’re doin’ anything though. jus’ shopping and shit like that.” eren shrugs, eyes practically glued shut to prevent the water and shampoo from getting into his eyes.

“shopping? eren, you never go shopping with me!” belle whines, throwing eren’s phone back on the counter. “yeah because you never go anywhere that i wanna go. y/n is genuinely interested in the things i am.” he says, turning off the water and stepping out the shower, drying his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. “so why are you with me huh? because i’m pretty? because you think i have a nice body? is that it? are you just using me?” belle accuses, now she’s standing up and searching for her bath robe.

“no. you’re nice to have around.” eren admits, walking into their shared bedroom. belle trudges behind him, continuing the conversation. “oh. okay…well..we can atleast sleep together tonight? instead of you falling asleep on the phone with y/n on the couch?” belle asks, laying on her side of the bed, the cold sheets raising goosebumps on her pale skin. “sure. if it makes you feel better.” eren pulls a hoodie out of the dresser and a pair of sweats. eren then turns the light off and rolls into bed with belle.

“goodnight eren. i love you.” belle whispers. “night.”

eren wakes up the next morning, eyes crusted over and watery. he looks to his right to see belle, facing away from him. thank god. eren searches blindly for his phone, sighing when i finally gets ahold of it. pressing the screen, the time read; 12:56 eren knows you’d be up by now so he texts you.

‘good morning pretty’

‘eren what the fuck is wrong with you?’

his hands freeze. what did he do this time?

‘what? what happened??’

‘don’t come back bro. omm you know wtf you were doing.’

eren was filled with confusion. what did he do? what happened? could he make this better? why was his golden girl being so rude? so, eren calls you. rinnggg…ringggg…rinnggg.. you finally pick up, the top of your forehead and your pink bonnet only being visible. “what the fuck do you want bro.” you growl, you voice sounding full and stuffy. you’ve been crying. “what are you talking about? i ain’t do nothing.” eren defends, now sitting up in the bed. “bro you know what the fuck you did. what normal fucking woman eats apples and ketchup, huh?!” and with that, you hung up and threw your phone across the room. you curl up against yourself in your bed, tears welling in your eyes once again.

“apples and ketchup?..” eren whispers to himself. eren sighs and flops backwards onto his bed, emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling. what was he to do? his golden girl wants nothing to do with him now, and he’s stuck with a woman who’s infatuated with him. “dammit.” eren whispers, rubbing his eyes in drowsiness and stress. eren looks over, belle’s now flipped to where she’s now facing eren. he’s never genuinely looked at her face before..all of her end of winter freckles, her eyelashes and bushy eyebrows, her pinks lips in a somewhat pout. belle was pretty..really pretty..almost model type pretty- enough to be on the covers of the gas station magazines. “y’ so pretty…” eren mumbles, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. eren would be a damn fool not the make the most of her while you’re mad at him. eren hops out of bed and looks back to his phone — just to see if there was a text from you — and he walked to the bathroom, sighing. he grabs his toothbrush and slides the drawer out, picking up the toothpaste. when the toothpaste was in his hand, the empty spot revealed a polaroid of you and him in a photo booth. technically, the apartment was eren’s and belle ended up joining him, the two of them splitting up bills. this means all of his previous belongings and pictures from you and him he’s had to put away by the pleads of belle. he just wishes he knows what he did.

“eren?” belle calls out from the bedroom. “yeah?” “y/n is calling you.” eren almost runs to the bedroom, picking his phone up and answering it, just before the last ring sounded. “eren.” you sniffle. “what’s wrong? what happened?” eren questioned, his brows furrowed.

“i’m pregnant. and i know it’s yours.” you mumble into the phone. “what? well what do you want me to do?” eren says, looking over to belle. “i want you to come over and help me fix this shit. or i swear to god i will tell belle everything.” you threaten. “alright alright. give me ten minutes and i’ll be over.” eren promises, now walking to the front of the apartment. belle can’t help but flop back onto the bed. she’d just woken up and now her boyfriend was leaving her…again. she just couldn’t stand the relationship you two had with one another. you were just so pretty. you and eren had been friend since before eren even knew belle, this entire situation felt…suspicious? was that the right word? belle heard the door shut and sits up in the bed, searching for her own phone. meanwhile eren was just getting in his car, still on the phone with you,

“why the fuck would you do this shit eren? are you trying to spite me? trying to do this to get back at me in some way?” you shout over the phone. eren can’t help but feel awful. you’re HIS golden girl, he loves YOU — and he’s never wanted you to feel any other way. “i’m pulling up right now. unlock the door.” eren warns, hanging up the phone. he pulls into your driveway and climbs out the car, pushing his phone into his pocket. eren can see you leaning onto the doorframe — you biting your lip.

“hey sweets.” eren greets, stepping into your neatly decorated home. “eren…please. i cannot do this alone. i’ve told you so-…” you cut yourself off, pulling eren by his wrist to come inside, him kicking the door shut. the two of you make it to your room and sit on your bed, hand in hand.

“eren…” “hm..”

“why did you do this? to me?” you ask, biting your lower lip expecting the worst. “i didn’t mean to. honestly.” eren replied, pulling you closer into a hug. you can feel the tears well in your eyes. again.

“you know i’ve always wanted a family, how i wanted someone to live with forever. you have a girlfriend, a really nice one, and i don’t know if you genuinely love her or not, but if you do you need to tell me. if i have this baby in the next eight months and you’re not here to support me or the baby, you’ll never hear from me again.” you swore, biting your tongue waiting for a response.

“i don’t know what to say. i love you so so much y/n, i really do. i want this with you, i want you…just…give me a few days, okay? i need to tell belle..” he whispers into your damp - tear soaked bonnet. “please hurry.”

an: not finished, just wanted to get this out before i forgot about it forever, thank you for the support on this and if this flops i’m deleting it 🤞