#multiple extra eyes added onto the mask

[peliginspeaks]

I haven't had the time or mental health lately to do much with Hallowrove, but rest assured they are currently narrowing down how many extravagantly coloured feathers you can glue to one outfit to make the nearest courtier pass out and fall in the river. Don't even ASK about the neckline.

[sanctus-ingenium]

I was wondering how achieve such a wonderful textured finish on your pieces? They are wonderful and I love their resemblance to aged photographs and the speckles of colors in the backgrounds. Your art is mesmerizing :)

you can see some of the texture brush sets i use in my #info_asks tag but i have some more (procreate) tips aside from just brushes

also hi i made this whole thing and then stupidly hit ctrl z to erase ONE word and i lost the entire bottom half of the post and all my image descriptions so fuck you tumblr i had to make this twice

to get a faded photo or old digital screen look, consider duplicating the canvas (once all the layers are merged) and using a gaussian blur tool on the new duplicated layer. then set that to low opacity to add a misty sort of look. looks nice in combination with some chromatic abberation and a small bloom effect. then a subtle noise filter on top:

for faded print effects, it's really worthwhile to learn how to use layer masks. you can use a layer mask to non-destructively 'weather' blocks of colour or lineart, without erasing the layer itself. the weathered ink/block print effect here was made using layer masks which means that if i just hide the mask, the lineart becomes solid black again and easy to alter or colour in:

for old paper effects you can just set a paper texture on multiply over the art sure, but you can also combine it with the blur & bloom thing, a really subtle drop shadow and canvas tilt, and highlights to make it look like an aged photograph of a card. this originally had a transparent bg but i'll post it here with a white bg so that the drop shadow is more obvious. the scuffed edges of the card (left) were hand drawn, simple white stucco brush. the bigger patch of scuffed ink (top right) was a texture stamp.

for block print looks you can move the colour layer out of alignment by a few pixels - but only after you're absolutely sure you're done with it, otherwise you'll get something like this -

i forgot to erase out her eye before i moved the red layer so now her eye defeats the 'look' of a misaligned print. the black lineart and red layer were also given the same layer mask treatment as described above to make them look faded or like the ink didn't stick down right to the paper

you can do this with multiple colour layers too. if the colour layers are separated and set to multiply (as in this cmyk example), it'll leave halos and edges around each shape which mimic old comic book print

just to show what you can do WITHOUT any special brushes, here's a piece of one of my mez tarot cards from before i got any extra brushsets at all. for this one, i added a green tint over everything to mimic a sun-bleached or faded print (my actual goal wasn't 'medieval illustration' but actually 'trading card from the 60s that got left on someone's windowsill for decades'). the background texture is the procreate noise brush. the texture under the green lion drawing is the procreate concrete brush (to make it look painted onto a wall). the lettering and lineart is procreate's 6B pencil. but to properly aim for The Look of it being a printed physical object, i also used a perspective blur so that the edges are out of focus, and metallic gold highlights which don't match the lighting of the actual illustration and appear to be catching some other external light. that texture was made from the procreate noise brush

it's pretty simple compared to my later stuff but i still really like the effect

in terms of colours, you need to keep them unified so that they all appear to be acting under the same external light source, like if someone is holding up a torch to a painting then the painting colours will be glazed with firelight even if there's no painted fire. a really easy way to do this is to slap a multiply layer over everything in one shade - grey-yellow for a weathered paper look, or greenish blue for sunbleached photos. this unifies all the colours of the drawing. or you can apply a gradient map at a low opacity so that there's only a subtle change. or just do it by hand - if you want everything to be slightly tinted yellow, just pick the colours you normally would, but move the colour wheel towards yellow to get a yellowfied version of the base colour. easy

it's really important to consider how fading and weathering can affect printed colour. white paper yellows, black fades. you will rarely see pure black or pure white. which means you can use pure black or pure white to add external effects like the white scuff marks on the hierophant card. if the whole drawing is yellowed from age but there's some white somewhere, it's an easy shorthand to show that the scuff mark or whatever was not originally part of the drawing (great way to add some nasty stains lol)

[yandere-paramour]

Jamie's Wedding Night

"Are you comfortable, Sir?" The maid smoothed the turned-down covers and turned to him expectantly, "Do you need anything? Another blanket or something to help you sleep?"

"N-No," Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, pulling at a loose thread in the lining of his nightdress, "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Please have a pleasant night, and congratulations on your marriage to Lady Asteria," The maid bowed and left.

Alone in the large bedroom, Jamie pulled his legs to his chest and lay his head on his knees. His stomach churned. He had eaten little at the reception dinner, claiming a "nervous stomach" that his... wife did not fully accept, and the staff had refused to give him any more than a single glass of champagne on her orders. He wasn't drunk; not even he had that little of a tolerance. The nervous stomach he claimed was far from untrue, it felt like he could vomit or faint or something at any moment.

Asteria, she would be coming soon. Once the wedding guests started to take their leave, Asteria had taken Jamie by the waist and politely excused him, instructing the maids and manservants to take him upstairs and prepare him for the wedding night. He was whisked away, helped to undress from his outfit and veil, and made to sit and relax while the staff scrambled around getting things ready.

The bath was relaxing. The maids had really gone all out, filling the hot water with scented oils and Epsom salts. The manservants lifted him (unnecessarily, Jamie might add) into the bath, guiding his head onto a bath pillow. They put a cooling gel mask over his eyes, blocking out the soft light, and multiple pairs of hands massaged his entire body while another washed his hair. By the time they actually got around to the gentle scrubbing they used to clean him, he was almost boneless with relaxation. They cleaned every inch of him, every inch, and Jamie was mortified, but he was much too powerless and hesitant to stop them. He was simply glad the cleaning stayed external.

After the long bath, the servants patted him dry, massaged unscented lotion into every inch of his skin, and dressed him in a green silk nightshirt, the hem hanging to his knees. The fabric was soft, keeping him both cool and warm at the same time. He was deposited right in the middle of the bed, clean, ready, and waiting to be taken.

Jamie fiddled with a rose petal, feeling the softness between his fingers. He liked roses well enough, especially white ones. These were red, but the sentiment was nice anyway.

Honestly, the whole room was nice. The room was dimly lit, just light enough to read by. Lit candles added extra ambient light and had a pleasant side-effect of making the room smell floral and dreamy. If not for what he knew would be taking place later that night, Jamie might have felt relaxed or even a little sleepy.

The doorknob jiggled, and Jamie froze, the petal falling from his hand.

"Beloved?" Asteria knocked on the door, calling to him, "I'm coming in now."

Moving slowly, Asteria let herself into the room, locking the door behind her. Her white heels, matching her white wedding outfit, clacked against the floor as she walked over to him. She was taller than him in those heels, but only by an inch or so. She sat on the bed, not quite touching him, but still close. He fought the urge to cower away from her. After all these months, he still felt awkward with her. She took off her heels, giving her feet a slight rub.

"It's hell being in these all day. You'd think I'd be used to them by now," Asteria flexed her feet back and forth, "Did you have a nice bath? The maids treat you well?"

"Yes, it was nice. They were very kind, thank you," Jamie spoke softly, inclining his head in thanks.

"That's good. They should be nice, you are their new young master."

Jamie didn't know how to respond to that, so he stayed quiet, back to mindlessly pulling the thread on his hem. They sat there in silence for a minute, Asteria rubbing her feet and Jamie watching her, unconsciously flexing his own feet as well.

"Well, I'm going to go grab a quick shower and get ready for tonight," Asteria stretched, popping her back, "Do you need anything? I have all the streaming channels, let me get you the remote."

"No-" Jamie scrambled to stop her, then flinched back before they touched, "I don't-I'm not"

Asteria held up a hand, "It's alright, you don't have to. How about I call for a cup of relaxing tea for you? And you can try to read a little. I had your books brought this morning."

He followed her gestured hand to the second shelf of the right nightstand where his books were waiting. Jamie ran his fingertips over the well-worn titles that had only yesterday been on the shelf in his bedroom at home, feeling oddly touched.

"Y-Yes. Thank you."

Asteria gave him a smile, called for a nearby maid to bring Jamie a cup of tea, and went to the bathroom by herself to wash up.

Embroiled in the prose of a novel he had read 20 times over, Jamie started to relax. He thanked the maid who brought him a cup of tea, and the warm liquid easily slipped down his throat, warming him from the inside out. Earl Grey, his favorite. The familiarity of his preferred tea combined with an anticipated story calmed him enough to not notice Asteria until she was right next to him, bare skin glowing in her pale peach chemise.

"Jamie?"

Her sudden voice and the gentle hand on his shoulder startled him and he jumped, book falling to the floor. Asteria caught it with ease, closing the novel and setting it on his nightstand calmly.

"I-I apologize-" Jamie started, "I didn't hear-"

"No, it's my fault, don't worry," Asteria sat on what he presumed was her side of the bed, "I should not have started you. Are you alright?"

"I-I am fine, thank you."

"Good. It would not do for me to have my darling husband distressed on his wedding night."

Just like that, the uneasiness in Jamie's stomach was back. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know what happened on wedding nights. He knew he would be expected to... perform, to remove his clothing and bare himself to this domineering woman who had forcibly taken the reins of his life in such short months. The thought made him nauseous, made him sick to his stomach in such a fearful, visceral way. He sat rigid, watching Asteria dry her long hair, mind suspended in another world of unwanted touches and forced pleasure.

When Asteria was done, she called Jamie's name, trying to get his attention. When he didn't answer, she moved closer, careful not to startle him again. Her lovely husband was lost in his own thoughts, a worried expression on his face. Asteria longed to comfort him, to remove all traces of stress and strain from his fragile mind, keeping him happy, healthy, and shielded from harm's way with her for the rest of his life. The wedding had eased her fears, satiated a little bit of that possessive part in her, but it could never be fully sated. Not with him upset like this.

Asteria was within inches of Jamie, and her fingertips ghosted over the peach fuzz on his cheek. Growing a little more concerned, she decided to take more drastic measures. Taking care to be gentle and stay chaste, Asteria placed a tender hand on Jamie's bare thigh, her fingertips barely breaching the hem of his nightdress.

With a horrified scream, Jamie flew back, head jerking, the middle of his spine thankfully hitting the protectively padded part of the headboard. Asteria's phantom handprint burned on his thigh like a brand, and he felt like vomiting. Fat, salty tears fell down his face, dripping onto the green silk of his nightdress. He apologized profusely, begging for understanding.

"P-Please, I-I'm sorry, I don't-" Jamie cried, his entire body trembling in fear, "I-I didn't mean to-"

Face unreadable, Asteria moved toward him and Jamie flinched again, trying to scramble away from her, but she was faster. In seconds, she had him by both of his bony shoulders, forcing him to look at her head-on. Jamie recoiled, unsure if he expected to be yelled at, hit, or something worse.

What he did not expect was for Asteria to manhandle his body into her lap, his back to her chest. He flailed in a panic, but she had her hands resting on the swell of his stomach, humming some tuneless melody in his right ear. She pulled a thick blanket up to his shoulders, wrapping him into a little burrito. It surprised no one more than him but he started to calm. The petrified apologies falling from his lips fell silent, his panicked flailing relaxed, and he leaned a little more comfortably on Asteria's chest. The room wasn't chilly, but the blanket was warm on Jamie's body. The gentle hand on his stomach turned into soft pats on his hair.

Against his will, Jamie started to feel tired. But was it really against his will? His courting, wedding, and reception were a long affair, and he had never truly protested. He met the Montclairs at a party, his parents had enthusiastically accepted Asteria's bid to court him, and then they accepted her marriage proposal. He was told in no uncertain terms that his marriage would be happening so he should submit like he always did, and he did.

But this position felt kind of... comforting in a way. Asteria, a woman who he thought was an oppressive tyrant who had met Jamie, courted him, and married him all in the span of a year, was holding him like a baby. He was warm, comfortable, and honestly felt a little safe.

"Are you feeling better now, my love?" Asteria pressed a gentle kiss to Jamie's forehead, and to his surprise, disgust did not rise within him.

"Yeah... I'm okay now... I'm sorry," Jamie peeped.

"It's not your fault," She caressed his cheek, "I moved too quickly. I apologized."

"But... it's our wedding night."

"Look at me, Jamie," Asteria took his chin gently but firmly in her hands, turning him to look her in the eyes, "Just because it is our wedding night does not mean you cannot refuse me. If you're not ready, you're not ready."

"I'm-what?"

"I will not violate your consent. I would never. I will not care for you in that way until you ask for it yourself."

"Oh," Jamie squeaked, "T-Thank you."

"Don't concern yourself with that, darling boy. You've had a long day," Asteria rested her hand on Jamie's cheek, peering worriedly at his face, "You'll need to rest for a few days to regain your strength. I think it would be best for you in the manor, but if you behave well, I can ask one of the manservants to take you on a nice walk in the garden."

This flood of information overwhelmed an already exhausted Jamie, "O-Okay."

Asteria settled them both lying down in bed, Jamie tucked securely into her side, resting his head on her moderately-endowed chest. She stroked the bridge of Jamie's nose with her fingertip, causing his eyes to instinctually close, "Sleep, my dear husband. You're safe now. I'm here."

"Goodnight Asteria," Jamie's sleepy voice was soft and relaxed, and he snuggled more securely into his... wife.

"Goodnight beautiful boy," Asteria kissed him again, "I love you."

"I... love you too."

[ughkat]

focus on me | l.r.h

part four

{part five out!}

part three here

tutor!luke x fem!reader au

tutor x student, kissing, mild smut, fluff

not proofread

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The weekend had finally rolled around, giving me some much needed time off from the stress of my classes. I had woken up only less than an hour before I began contemplating my days activities.

I scrolled through my phone aimlessly while I laid comfortably in my bed, a yawn escaping me here and there. Suddenly, as I was about to text Leah, an unsaved number had messaged me.

"Is this Y/n?"

I furrowed my brows at the text, unsure if I should respond. The area code was the same as mine, indicating the unknown person was nearby. I typed slowly, doubting my engagement.

"Who is this?"

I played it safe. Three dots appeared quickly before another message flashes onto my screen.

"Sorry, this is Luke."

The message read. My eyes widened at his words, frantically searching my mind for why the boy had my phone number, and why he was texting me on a weekend. I trailed my eyes around my room as my heart began to pick up its pace anxiously, searching for my words.

"Yeah, this is her, how do you have my number?"

I typed hesitantly. I bit my cheek while my thumbs hovered over my screen impatiently waiting Luke's reply.

"Your professor. He shared it with me before you started tutoring in case I needed to get ahold of you."

I read the text with suspicion. Couldn't he have just given my email address like a normal professor?

"Oh, okay. Did you need something?"

I replied dryly, suspense filling me while he took an agonizingly slow time to get to his reasons for contacting me.

"Would you like to come in for an extra session today?"

I narrowed my eyes at the text, his intentions seemings a little unclear.

"It's the weekend." I responded.

"We can get coffee? :)"

He persuaded. I half smiled at his words, tilting my head. Was Luke really inviting me out for coffee and covering it by calling it a "session"?. I let out a sigh, knowing I had no other plans today anyway.

"Sure, why not."

I typed, sending impulsively before I changed my mind. I bit my cheek anxiously at my own actions.

"Great. I'll meet you outside your dorms at 12.".

I let out a breath after reading his final message before checking the time. I had 30 minutes to get ready, the realization making me jump from my spot in bed.

I rushed to my desk to prepare my face, focusing intensely on my light makeup. I ran my mascara wand carefully through my long lashes, then my bottom ones. Adding a small touch of deep red lipstick to my lips for some color. I let my hair fall effortlessly down my back, some stray pieces framing my face, as I've always let my hair be used as a mask. Before getting dressed, I headed to the sink to brush my teeth.

Going simple, I landed on a pair of flared blue jeans and a simple body hugging black t-shirt, all paired with black boots and a casual leather jacket. I sprayed a few simple spurts of perfume around my before before heading back to my bed to check the time on my phone. I still had 10 minutes until I had to meet him, but the walk down stairs was already a good 5-8 minutes. I swiftly grabbed my small shoulder bag before heading out my dorm room.

Anxiously making me way down hallways and multiple sets of stairs I thought about why Luke would want to get a coffee with me. Are we actually going to have a session or was that an excuse to see me? I shook my head at my own thoughts, remembering my best friends words. If this was the same Luke she mentioned, there's no chance he'd willingly spend his free time with me.

I reached the bottom floor or my dorm, nervously opening the front door to the outside. The crisp fall air bit at my cheeks as I took a seat at a small bench beside the entrance. I quickly checked the time again, that being 2 minutes after 12. I fidgeted with my fingers nervously, overthinking that maybe Luke had stood me up. A few more minutes without him passed while I zoned out on my lap under me as I heard a deep voice approaching from beside me.

"Hey." He smiled. I perked up in my seat, returning the expression.

"Hi." I looked up at him, standing up from my seat. He looked me up and down before meeting my eyes again.

"To the music room...? Or..." I began, turning in the direction of my music class. He shook his head lightly, gesturing to the main road.

"We're getting coffee, remember?" He smirked. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously with a smile.

"So no session?" I chuckled lightly. He placed a hand on my back as he began to lead me in the right direction.

"C'mon." He laughed, "There's a cafe right around the corner.". I sighed with raised eyebrows, continuing in the direction away from the school.

"How do I know you're not a murderer?" I half teased. Luke's mouth dropped dramatically before laughing.

"I don't think if I was a murderer I would be allowed to work at a college." He chuckled. We made our way down a busy side walk, already seeing the coffee shop Luke had mentioned. I breathed in the cool air deeply, trying to calm my nerves. We walked in a comfortable silence until we approached the cafe.

"Here we are." He presented, "After you." Luke motioned inside with his hand. I gave him a nod of thanks before entering the dimly lit modern cafe. He ushered us to a small table next to a window looking to the street.

"Why exactly are we out for coffee on a weekend?" I asked, settling into my seat, "You don't even know me." Luke gestured at me with his hands, smiling.

"That's why. I don't know you." He began. I tilted my head with curiosity. "I thought maybe you'd get a little more comfortable with me if we got to hang out in a less serious setting. Get to know each other before I start cramming you with guitar knowledge." He laughed. I nodded, his explanation making more sense than my delusions.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" I perked up with a smug smile, jumping immediately into his plans. Luke's eyes looked towards the ceiling with a sigh, smiling and thinking of a question. He looked back at me with a tilted head.

"What's your favorite kind of music?" He asked genuinely, leaning his elbows on the table. My eyes moved to the side, genuinely thinking about my answer as Luke's eyes burned into my face.

"Um... Mainly rock and stuff. Just loud sad guitars." I laughed. Luke chuckled, shaking his head.

"You like loud, sad guitar music but hate guitar? You make no sense." He giggled. We locked eyes momentarily before a young waitress approached to take our coffee orders. Butterflies took over my stomach after leaving the gaze of Luke in front of me. I couldn't help but want to throw myself over the table at him.

"What's your major?" He chimes back in as the waitress made her way to the back of the shop.

"Psychology." I stated bluntly, nodding proudly. Luke scoffed sarcastically, looking down at his hands.

"Of course it is." He teasingly mocked. I scoffed with a smack of my lips.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I half laughed at his smart remark. He shrugged in defense, throwing his hands up.

"You are just very obviously a psychology major, that's all." He laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"What about you?" I flipped the script to him. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Me?"

"Yeah. What kind of music do you like, what did you major in, why are you back here helping my class?" I rambled smugly, watching his face contort at the rapid fire of questions.

"Well," He began, "I like any music. All music. I majored in music education. I've been in love with music since I can remember, so I wanted to share that love with more students after I graduated." I watched his face as he talked with his hands, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. He made me feel in a way which was unexplainable.

"That's really sweet." I spoke softly with a smile. I found his passion for music to be inspiring yet intriguing. All I wanted was for him to talk to me all day about music. I could listen to him talk forever.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?" I spoke boldly. My eyes darted up from the table, I felt my cheeks begin to get hot.

"W-what?" I stuttered, nervously looking into his eyes.

"You don't need to hide your face." He began, reaching over the table and tucking a piece of hair from my face behind my ear, "You're beautiful.".

"I. Um- Thank you." I stuttered quietly. My heart raced at Luke reading me like a book, the waitress arriving with our drinks at a perfect time. He let out a chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

"Don't get shy now. We have a lot to talk about." He teased, handing me a straw for my drink. My shaky hand reached for the straw from his, brushing his finger slightly as I grabbed it.

"Do you have any friends around here? I always see you alone." He mentioned. Always? Does he watch me?

"Uh, yeah," I began, snapping myself from my anxious trance, "My best friend, Leah. She lives in the dorm buildings beside mine." I quietly sipped my drink. Luke nodded as he listened.

"Leah...?" He dragged out, waiting for a last name.

"Evans. Leah Evans." I finished. Luke looked down with a cheeky grin.

"What?" I urged, half smiling at his suspicious actions.

"Leah Evans, huh?" He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow cautiously.

"You know her?" I asked curiously, turning my head slightly. Luke nodded, followed my a shaking of his head.

"I knew her sister." He perked up at the word sister sarcastically, "We kind of dated when I went here, I fucked that up." He chuckled, playing mindlessly with his straw. My eyebrows raised with shock. Leah was right.

"Really." I forced a curious tone, hoping to egg more information put of the boy in front of me.

"Mhm. She gave me a pretty bad reputation, but I don't blame her." He mumbled, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you this." He shook his head with a chuckle, looking at me briefly.

"No, it's okay." I chirped, "What happened, if you don't mind me asking..?" I looked down swiftly before back up at him. He let out a sigh, looking out the window beside us.

"Eh, I broke up with her over a text. I was drunk and out with my band I was in at the time." He began. My eyes widened at his words.

"I completely deserved the fall I took from it, I was an ass. I never dated again after her, though I had many chances." He chuckled pathetically.

"I'm sorry." I comforted, unsure of how to console him.

"Nah, it's okay. This was a while ago" He assured with a smile, brushing it off with a gesture of his hand.

Our time at the cafe was well spent, I had almost forgotten I was with my tutor. We approached my dorms giggling and finishing our conversation.

"So no session, I assume." I giggled, turning to look at Luke. He chuckled.

"You enjoyed you coffee though, yes?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded with a smile. We stared at the floor momentarily before I spoke up.

"Would you like to come in? Or... Are you busy?" I slowly attempted to continue our time together nervously. Luke looked up at me with a tilted head. He smiled before speaking.

"Sure." He said simply. I turned to the front door of the dorms, guiding his way through the entrance. A few passing girls through my dorm glared in disbelief at the boy behind me, turning and whispering as they passed, making me self conscious. We made our way up the stairs to my level, continuing down to my room.

I swiftly opened the door with my key, inviting Luke in before me.

"This is it." I sighed, closing the door behind us. Luke's eyes wandered my simply decorated room, slowly making his way to my bed to sit.

"All by yourself?" He asked, motioning to the single bed, "Where's your roommate?". I joined him on the bed, sitting beside him.

"She went ghost after the first week. I got left without a roommate." I shrugged, "It's nice to be on my own but, it gets lonely." I sighed, forcing a smile. Luke nodded. He glanced to my corner, noticing my untouched guitar.

"Really putting the work in, huh?" He chuckled, eyeing the dust collecting between the strings. I rolled my eyes with a giggle, shoving him lightly with my body.

"I was supposed to put in work today, Mr. Tutor." I joked, leaning my face dramatically into his. Luke stood up and retrieved the guitar, returning to his spot beside me.

"Let's do it, then." He smirked smugly, handing the instrument to me. I groaned sarcastically, grabbing the guitar.

"Show me what you remember. What I taught you." He nodded. I looked to him before looking back down to the guitar. I placed my fingers on what I knew was a C chord, remembering to press my fingers down hard. My thumb strummed over the strings, playing a delightful sound. Luke's eye lit up at my continued progress.

"Look at you, little guitar god." He joked with a chuckle, leaning into my closer. We repositioned ourselves farther onto the bed, sitting next to each other in a criss cross position.

"Can you play a G for me?" He spoke softly, tilting his head to look at me. I couldn't help but tingle at his use of words, his voice so close to my ear.

"Um.. I think." I stuttered, readjusting my fingers to the new chord. I strummed lightly, this time the tune sounding less confident than the last. Luke reached his hand to the guitar, pressing his fingers down over mine. Butterflies fluttered through me at his touch.

"Like that, remember?" He looked at me again, our eyes meeting for a moment. I nodded gently. His baby blue irises burned into mine deeply, we shared a intimate moment before he snapped himself from his trance.

"Um. Here, try again." He stuttered, moving his eyes quickly back down to the guitar and throwing has hands back into his lap. I shakily pressed my fingers down and strummed once more, fixing my errors.

"That's your only problem." He explained, "You just aren't pressing hard enough." He spoke with a half smile, trying to keep his composure. His leg brush with mine briefly, making my breath hitch.

"I think I got it now." I spoke softly, looking back up at him. His eyes met mine once more, darting from my lips to my eyes back and forth.

Without warning, Luke leaned in quickly, pressing his lips to mine. I gasped against his mouth, losing grip of the guitar and catching it swiftly. I immediately melted into his lips before he pulled away abruptly.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I don't-" He stuttered, looking away. I cut him off quickly.

"Luke." I looked at him, his eyes met mine, "It's okay." I half smiled, blushing uncontrollably. My heart raced and my hands shook at his actions. I was unsure of my next move.

"We cannot let your professor know about this." He started again, "I can get banned from campus.". He ran an anxious hand through his hair, bouncing his leg nervously. I understood Luke's concerns, as he was technically staff and I was a student. Though I prayed that wouldn't stop Luke from acting on his impulse again.

"It's our secret. I promise." I urged, moving in closer to him. Luke sighed at looked at me deeply, his eyes wandered my face.

"You're gonna be so bad for me, I know it." He spoke deeply, before letting out a desperate chuckle, hinting that he wasn't done with our quick scandal. I smirked at his words.

"Do you want to stop?" I tilted my head, sensing his already growing need for my physical touch. Luke let out a breath before placing a hand to the side of my face, reconnecting our lips once more. Only this time, our kiss deepened. He breathed heavy onto my lips, pulling me in closer. My stomach tingled at his touch, a shiver running through me at our promiscuous endeavors. He pulled away slowly, keeping a hand on my face as he spoke with a smug look.

"We're just getting started.".

[buckysgrace]

Break In

Billy Hargrove x Kim Mayfield

Kim hears something odd at night.

Warnings: CNC, knifeplay, hitting, spitting, degradation, light bondage

(No relation to the Cruel Summer series this was just for funsies)

Kim was stirred from her room by the sound of rustling in the kitchen. She paused as she held her red lipstick up, her lips neatly painted to match the gold on her eyelids. She was supposed to meet Addi tonight for a Halloween party.

She’d decided on an angel, thinking that it would be cheap and easy to make. She wore a strapless white dress that ended mid thigh, while a golden halo rested on top of her head. She’d made it herself, along with the glittery silver wings that she had resting on her back. 

“Max,” She spoke as she left her room, sure that Max had once again left without taking an extra candy bag, “I told you-,” She froze, her movements going to a complete halt and limp as she stared in front of her. Where Max should’ve been rustling around, there was a man instead. It took another five seconds for Kim’s mind to kickstart before she was turning to run back to her room. 

She yelped as he tackled her to the ground, her cheek digging into the floor harshly as he yanked her towards him. She screamed in protest, kicking at him and scratching at the floor in hopes that she could wiggle away fast enough. 

“Stop moving,” He groaned in protest, his voice raspy and warm as he forced her onto her back and held her wrists together with one hand above her head. She whimpered as she darted her eyes around, searching for anything that may come to her disposal, “You weren’t supposed to be here.” He grumbled as he gripped her chin with his free hand and forced her eyes on him.

She felt fear fluttering inside of her as she stared up at a pair of bright blue eyes. She couldn’t see anything else, as his sky mask hid the rest of him away. She felt her lips trembling as he roughly squeezed her chin.

“Sorry,” She spit out between tears, “I was just getting ready to live.” She spit out in one breath, fearful of what he might do to her. She thought that this was her own fault for not locking the door like her mother had reminded herself to do multiple times.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” He tilted his head, looking down at her with a sense of anger in his eyes. As if she had done something wrong.

“I won’t tell,” She nodded her head quickly, hoping that she may reassure him, “Take whatever. I’ll never say a word.” She whimpered out, knitting her eyebrows together at how the grip on her wrists tightened.

“Bullshit,” He pulled his hand away to reach into his pocket before he popped his knife open. She felt her air turn into ice, “You’ll squeal like a little piggy.”

“No I won’t,” She whimpered, her words sounding far too quiet as she stared at the gleam coming off the knife, “Please.”

“There’s nothing here worth taking anyways,” He murmured as his eyes flickered down her neck. She winced underneath his grip, her arms feeling numb from how tightly he was gripping her wrists, “Well, maybe not nothing.” He added softly as he traced the knife down her white dress. Her eyes widened in fear.

“No,” She shook her head rapidly but then quickly stopped as he pressed the blade smoothly against her skin between her breasts, “Stop. Not that.” She felt humiliated as the coldness from the blade traveled across her too hot skin. Her nipples pressed uncomfortably against the material of her dress and she cursed herself for thinking it was fine to think she didn’t need a bra. 

“Did I fucking ask?” He questioned hotly, his eyes burning with anger as he looked down at her. She felt tears prickling against the corner of her eyes as she shook her head no, feeling pathetic as the whimper left her mouth, “Do you wanna live?” He asked her seriously as he brought the knife up to her face. She felt her body stiffening underneath his grip. 

“I wanna live,” She pleaded softly as his knife danced along the curve of her mouth, “Please. I’ll be good.” She was too afraid to move, too afraid to breathe in case he cut her with it. His knife looked dangerously sharp and begging to be used. 

“You’ll do what I say?” He asked as he dropped the knife next to her head. She nodded, only to be smacked by him. It wasn’t hard enough to make her see stars and feel fuzzy, but just enough to make her cheek burn from where his skin had been. 

“Yes, yes I’ll do what you say!” She cried out in protest, sniffling as he began to gently rub his thumb across her sore cheek. She found herself leaning into his touch, wanting to be comforted at the same time. Her bottom lip poked out and before she could react, he was spitting onto her pouted lips.

She stared up at him as disgust curled inside of her body, licking at her senses as his saliva trickled across her lips and eventually down her chin. She had no means of wiping it off. All she could do was sit there as amusement spread within his eyes.

He gripped her nose tightly suddenly, gripping it so harshly that her lips parted in surprise as she tried to jerk her hands forward. His warm spit fell into her mouth then, coating her tongue and teeth before she was eventually forced to swallow it. She felt a cry building up inside of her chest again.

“Are you an angel?” He observed as she writhed and cried underneath him. His lips curled up into a smirk, “Pretty blasphemous, don’t you think?” He tilted his head, like he honestly expected her to answer him. She whimpered, feeling relief spreading through her arms as he slowly released his grip on her. 

Her arms were too numb, still buzzing as they slowly came back to life as he gripped the neckline of her dress and tore it easily in two pieces. She cried out, urgently trying to cover her boobs before he held out the knife to her chin again. She paused, stifling back a cry as she let her hands drop to her sides. 

He seemed pleased then as he took his knife to her two tiny spaghetti straps and let the dress fall off of her body completely. The only thing that was keeping her covered was the pair of matching white panties that she also had on. Embarrassment and humiliation spread through her body as she refused to look at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her reaction.

“S’pretty,” He mumbled out softly as he moved the blade down her narrow neck. She stopped breathing, didn’t even dare swallow as the blade trickled down her skin. It was still too cold, leaving a wake of goosebumps where it traveled, “I think you like it.” He teased as he brought the flat side of his knife against one of her nipples.

She jolted at the sensation, her body jerking upwards at how cool it felt over her skin. Her nipple pressed dangerously hard against it, as a gasp left her mouth. Her ears tickled as he laughed at her, clearly enthused at how easily she reacted against him.

“Please,” She begged him softly again, hoping that he may change his mind before it got too serious, “You can stop.” She breathed in deeply as he traced the sharp part of his knife against her nipple. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to ignore the way her body was beginning to hum to life. She hated how her body reacted in bliss, clearly enjoying the sensation.

“I don’t think you want me to stop,” He grinned in amusement as he did the same motions to her other nipple. She gasped, her fingertips clenching tightly together. She was too afraid to move, to try to push him off in case he sunk the blade straight into her chest. She was sure he’d pierce the heart in this position. He moved suddenly, standing straight up before he roughly tugged her hair, “Up.” He demanded. 

She cried out as he brought her onto her knees, wincing at how tightly he was gripping her hair. She shuffled uncomfortably in front of him, staring up with hazy eyes as the remainder of her dress fell to the floor behind her. All she remained in was her wings, halo and panties. 

“You bite or use any of your teeth at all,” He warned as he roughly gripped her chin again, “And I’ll knock them out of your fucking head. Understand?” She stared up at his blue eyes, her mind feeling fuzzy as if his instructions were unclear. He roughly patted her cheek, drawing her attention back to him. 

“Yes,” She blinked rapidly, spitting the word out as an uncomfortable feeling settled over her chest, “I’ll be good.” She promised, hoping that this would go by quickly. She figured it was better than dying. He jerked his head down, motioning towards his jeans.

Her hands shook as she slowly unbuttoned them, almost fearful as she was afraid of what awaited her. Her mouth turned dry once his cock was freed, her eyes widening at how thick and large he was. She felt her eyes drifting up towards him, like she could somehow make him understand that she couldn’t do it. 

“It’s this or your life,” He reminded her simply as his tongue darted out across his teeth, “Your choice.” He said gently as he dangled her options over her head. She inhaled sharply as she slowly gripped his cock, her cheeks burning at the sound that left his mouth.

She tried to picture someone else, any other situation as she stroked him slowly in her hand. She could feel his cock throbbing to life, jerking in her hands as he continued to demand more of her. She stared uneasily, watching the precum that began to leak from his tip. He smacked the side of her head again.

She slowly let her tongue dart out to lick away the precum, her nose curling at the taste of him on her tongue. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the cockiness in his eyes as she slid his cock inside of her mouth. She strained her jaw for a moment before she was able to relax as she began to bob her head up and down the length of his dick. 

He was thicker than what she was used to and her jaw quickly began to ache as she kept her hands tightly between her knees. She kept her eyes closed tightly as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag around him.

She kept her movements slow, even though she wanted him to finish quickly. She was afraid if she moved too fast she’d accidentally graze her teeth against him or worse. 

She let her tongue swirl around his throbbing girth, massaging against his veins as his fingers laced through her hair. It was like he’d grown bored with her slow movements as he was suddenly forcing his cock deeper and rougher down her throat.

“You can take it,” He spit out harshly between groans, his fingertips gripping her hair roughly as he jerked his cock deeper inside of her mouth. She gagged loudly as drool began to slip out of the corner of her lips, “Come on, be a good girl.” He pleaded with her as his cock weighed heavily on her tongue.

She felt herself jerking back, wincing at the tight grip he had on her hair and how roughly his cock kept pressing against the back of her throat. He was making it where it was hard to breathe, hard to think. He pulled away suddenly.

“Bitch,” He spat out as he roughly moved behind her and wrapped the belt tightly around her wrists. She winced, gaping at how tightly he held her arms in place, “You just can’t listen, can you?” 

She whimpered, feeling a sense of fear pooling inside of her stomach again at the loss of her hands. He wasted no time before he was shoving his cock back between her parted lips and fucking her mouth as he pleased. 

Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes at how rough his movements were growing. Each time she gagged she had a worrying feeling that she may vomit all over him. He groaned as he thrusted his hips forward, his cock warm and throbbing against her tongue as his movements became more rapid.

She felt her fingers digging into the belt as she wished she could push his muscular thighs away. He kept a steady grip on her hair as his cock continually pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged again, trying to lick away the spit before he was thrusting his cock deep inside of her throat again. 

“Jesus,” Billy cursed as he pulled away, she licked at her lips to wipe away the trail of spit between her lips and his cock. She watched in confusion, her eyebrows knitting together as he moved to pull the ski mask from his face, “I can’t fucking breath in this thing.” He whined as he pulled it off, his cheeks red and hair messy.

“Hey,” She pouted as she sat back on her legs, “That was a part of your costume.” She whined in protest as she looked up at him. He shook his head quickly to dismiss her claims. 

“Yeah, well you should try wearing it,” He grumbled as he tossed it mindlessly to his left. He pushed his hands through his curly blonde hair to situate it again, “It’s fine. It’ll fit in.” He shrugged her off.

“Are you done whining?” She asked with a soft laugh, feeling her heart flutter at the amused smile that curls on his lips. She can’t deny that she prefers him this way, seeing his face rather than it being hidden away. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He shrugged her off, “Are you okay?” He asked cautiously as he rubbed his thumb and knuckles across her cheek gently. She turned enough to press her lips against his skin. 

“Fine,” She told him eagerly, “Can we get back to it now?” She asked, feeling like she couldn’t handle her arms burning behind her back for much longer. She also didn’t like how his dick seemed to be getting softer. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her clit throbbing at the sensation. 

He groaned as he pressed his tip against her pouty lips and slowly slid his cock back inside of her warm mouth. She licked around his cock, wanting to feel him pulsing inside of her again as she began to bob her head with his gentle thrusts. She hummed around him, peeking up at his lustful blue eyes as he filled out inside of her again. 

His fingertips found her red locks again as he began to drag her mouth up and down the length of his cock again. She swallowed what she could, letting her tongue linger against the base of him as he pushed in far enough that his balls pressed against her lips. She gagged, failing to keep up as movements became rougher again. 

Her jaw ached as she willed her mouth to relax again, listening to the way he groaned above her. Her knees were burning from being dragged against the hard floors as he quickly pressed her head down rougher against the back of her neck. 

He gripped her hair harshly, forcing her head up and down his cock rapidly. She was gagging hard as pools of drool fell from her lips and trickled down her hard nipples. She knitted her eyebrows together tightly, her cheeks burning as he continued to use her mouth as he pleased.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he roughly pulled away, taking her by surprise as she continued to lean forward. Her lips remained parted as saliva pooled from her open mouth. She watched, begging it to all be over with as he gave his cock a few more strokes, “Turn around.” He demanded suddenly. She felt her lips curling into a frown as she thought of a way to protest.

He roughly gripped her shoulders, manhandling her as he forced her face onto the floor. She whimpered, kicking her feet as tears left the corner of her eyes. He laughed as he pushed down harshly on her spine again, before he moved to tear her panties in half.

She let out a broken sob as she fell fully exposed to her. One of her wings was brushing against her sore cheek as her arms ached from behind her back. He smacked her ass, the sound ringing in the room as he spread her legs wide.

“Oh fuck,” He breathed out as his fingertips danced between her wet folds, “And you act like you don’t want this.” He laughed, the sound making her stomach curl as his hard cock pressed up against her drenched cunt. 

She bit down on her bottom lip harshly, stifling a moan as her walls stretched easily around his thick cock. He was large, filling her in one solid thrust as her cheek dragged along the floor. She squeaked out, her toes curling together as his tip pressed against her g-spot.

“What was that?” He teased her as he lazily pulled his hips back and slammed into her again. She knitted her eyebrows together tightly, begging her sounds to stay silent, “Do you like that?” His warm breath coated her neck as he whispered to her. 

“No.” She begged, feeling her eyebrows knitting together as pleasure began to travel up her spine. She breathed out harshly, her eyelashes fluttering as he gripped her hips and pressed her up and down the length of his cock. She felt another broken moan fall from her lips.

“Think you do,” She could practically feel his grin as he leaned over her, pressing into her deeper as his balls pressed against her skin, “I think you’re a dirty little slut.” His tone became broken up as he snapped his hips forward, groaning as her cunt squeezed around his cock. 

She clenched her fingertips into her palms, knitting her eyebrows together as she fought to keep quiet. It was hard to deny how good everything felt suddenly. His cock stretched her cunt in the perfect way, creating just the slightest burn as he bounced her hips back and forth on his cock. She licked the drool that was forming in her lips as his tip continually pressed against her bundle of nerves. 

“Look at that,” He groaned, slowly pulling out as he admired the way her pussy engulfed his hard cock, “Like you were fucking made for me.” He breathed out as he thrusted his hips forward again. 

“Ah,” A moan raspily left her throat as all of her concentration broke free. His balls were slapping against her skin as he continually pounded into her squelching cunt. She couldn’t keep her sounds at bay as his movements became more frantic, “Oh God.” She whined, her mind feeling fuzzy as his fingertips roughly dug into her soft skin.

He rocked her back and forth, inhaling deeply as his hands forced her body down harder along his cock. Her moans became louder, squealing as the pleasure traveled through her body. Her pussy was drenched, dripping along his cock and down her thighs. 

“Little whore,” He spit out as he gripped the belt and tugged her body up towards him. She whimpered as she turned to face him, her eyebrows knitted together as her lips fell open in pleasure, “Such a good girl taking my cock.” He breathed out harshly as he tugged her closer to him. She whimpered, trying to hide her face away before his lips descended on hers. 

She kept her lips still, trying to jerk herself away again before he roughly moved his lips against hers. His tongue traced around the curve of her mouth before he inhaled the taste of her tongue against his. She squirmed before she quickly stilled at the feeling of his hand gripping the base of her neck.

She shyly slid her tongue against his, keeping her eyes shut tightly as he began to grind his cock into her aching walls. She sighed against his mouth, the pleasure nearly unbearable as he hit her bundle of nerves repeatedly. Her hips began to tremble, shaking at the impending sense of her orgasm creeping up. 

His hands roughly smacked against her thighs, making them red underneath his touch as he snapped his hips forward in bliss. She whined, looking down between them to see that her slick was coating her thighs. His cock pulsed inside of her walls, throbbing as her pussy squeezed tightly around him. 

She felt a shrill whine creeping up on her tongue as he sank his fingers between her wet thighs. He pressed his fingertips against her throbbing clit. He rubbed at her sensitive bud harshly, making her wiggle and squeal against him as the pleasure came crashing down. 

“Oh, oh,” She whined blissfully as she shook around him. Her walls clamped down around his cock, milking him as she came with a cry, “Oh my God.” He kept a tight grip on her to keep her in place, ensuring that she wouldn’t wiggle away. Her hands pressed against his back as he kept her in place, roughly dragging her cunt back onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” He cursed as he squeezed her hips tightly and pressed her closer to him. His thrusts became more sporadic, snapping forward harshly as he continually rubbed at her clit, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy.” He promised as his lips ghosted over the curve of her neck.

“No,” She whined as she tried to wiggle herself away, “Don’t want it.” She whimpered in dismay as she squinted her eyes shut tightly. He laughed softly, ignoring her claims as his hips began to stall against her skin. He groaned loudly as he held onto her tightly. She cried out, whimpering as his warm spunk began to spill inside of her walls. 

He panted above her, roughly as his chin rested against the crook of her neck. She sighed softly, trying to catch her own breath as he slid his hands behind her back and released the belt from around her wrists. She felt herself collapsing forward, giggling as he joined her a second later. 

“Hm,” Kim curled up to him, her lips pressing into a smile, “I think it was a little risky to do this out here.” She giggled softly, watching the way a laugh bubbled out of his own lips. He leaned forward to press his lips against hers. 

“Mhm,” He nodded in agreement, “You feel okay?” He looked over her features, trying to ensure that everything was okay. She grinned as she nodded, letting her fingers link with his. 

“Perfect,” She grinned in response, although her body was a little sore, “We should go another round.” She giggled, watching the way his features curled up in disbelief. 

[the-banana-0verlord]

The beautiful songbird

Name: Cerule Bluebell Twisted from: the blue birds from Cinderella Dorm: Cinderquartz (RSA) Age: 17 (second year) Birthday: 24th of March Homeland: Queendom of Roses Signature spell: Azur Melody By singing, he can create and weave illusions. The illusion lasts as long as he keeps singing and makes him especially talent in non-signature spell illusionary magic. Appearance: Cerule is a lean and slim boy who is of average height, at about 174 cm tall. His skin tone is qualified as almond, with a mole on his left cheek. He has wavy royal blue hair that falls onto the left side of his face. The back of the hair is kept shorter (think asmodeus from obey me). His eyes shine a lemon yellow with white pupils. He does his best to pluck them out, but you can find feathers from bird beastman ancestry on his back, head, neck and thighs. His teeth are also replaced by a beak-like feature inside of his mouth. Personnality: Cerule is firstly a people pleaser. He has no backbone and agrees with whatever anyone says even if he feels otherwise. He has a presence and speaks eloquently, but someone observant can notice that he does not speak a lot, and if he does, it's to agree with someone. He has a bad impostor syndrome. When more comfortable with the situation, he will reveal himself as extravagant, dramatic and cheerful. Uncategorized trivia: 🐦Child of a famous pianist. He was exposed to high society early, where he felt suffocated and couldn't express himself. 🐦He was born deaf, but can hear more or less with hearing aids. He knows sign language very well as well as lip reading and multiple other spoken languages. 🐦He has terrible self-image both on the mental and physical side. He was bullied as a child for his animalistic features and his disability and like said above he could not act like himself around others. This caused him to clam up, please others and develop an eating disorder. In official terms he recovered from his ED, but it still haunts him. 🐦During his time in Cinderquartz, he starts to bloom into the person he truly is and wants to be. He gets into drag, where he can drop the mask and be as extravagant and as dramatic as he pleases. He loves shiny things and extra accessories. 🐦This development is kickstarted by Achilles, his housewarden, who notoriously finds beauty in animalistic features, the very ones Cerule was insecure about. (they may or may not form a relationship) 🐦His pronouns are he/him but he prefers to not label his gender. 🐦He adores chocolate eclairs. 🐦🐦🐦 Tagging(ask to be removed or added!): @thehollowwriter @xen-blank @casp1an-sea @iabsolutelylovedragons come see my special guy :D

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[iridescenthor]

Hello! Can I request a tasm peter x reader where they are already dating and the reader comes down with a nasty cold but refuses to rest because she has college and work to do so peter makes her rest cus she's just getting more sick from working

(Aka I actually do have a cold from hell and i am dying)

Thank you!!

AHHH of course! feel better love <3

rest with me

pairing; tasm!peter parker x reader

genre; pure fluff

warnings; strong language

au:/ first ever tasm peter imagine, i haven’t been able to get his portrayal of the character down since 2014 so let’s hope this goes well

If you had been asked the night prior, you would’ve said that there was no way in hell your headache could possibly get any worse. But when another night with barely any sleep was added, and another day filled to the brim with running around at work and then studying until your eyes glazed over went by, your head was pounding in a way you didn’t think was even possible. Tissues covered the floor around your desk, caused by your haphazard attempts at throwing them into the garbage, and a new pack of them was opened to your left next to your laptop.

You’d come down with a cold only a few days prior and what you’d hoped would be only allergies that lasted a day or two had turned into an illness that did nothing but make your work and school life all the more miserable. You’d been pushing yourself to do your absolute best on these midterms - to the point where your normal every day schedule had been completely disheveled. What would normally be time for yourself to relax and eat a nice dinner after work had turned into studying all of the notes you’d written the entirety of the last two quarters. And what would usually be time to spend cleaning up your boyfriend after a night of crime-fighting and cuddling him until he fell asleep peacefully had, once again, turned into just extra time for you to review all your notes.

You’d felt bad about it of course. Peter put so much work into making the city a safer place and helping those in need and yet he still always managed to make time for you at the end of the night, whether he was bleeding half to death or on the brink of passing out halfway inside your window - he was always there. You’d been shitty to him, blocking him out when he tried to help and being too wrapped up in your work to hear your phone pinging or the knocks on your window. In your defense, you were just really determined to get good scores on these exams, and it didn’t help that you were just so tired. And apparently now, so so sick.

But, tonight was different. Tonight Peter was a boy on a mission and he was prepared to do just about anything he could to make sure you left your desk and just got some goddamn sleep. He didn’t bother knocking on your window after a night of patrolling, knowing that you’d either be too invested in your work or too zoned out of the real world to hear his incessant knocking. He pulled his everyday clothes on over his suit in the back alley behind your apartment building, and tucked his mask securely into his backpack before making his way around to the front door.

The doorman had seen him enter with you multiple times throughout the duration of your relationship, so he was let in without any hold-ups. Your apartment was on the seventh floor, three doors down to the left of the elevator. Apartment B73 was one of your proudest possessions, something you had worked so hard to be able to afford yourself while still in college, and you had quite literally turned it into your safe haven of sorts. The only possession you were more proud of, was your Peter. But as much as you loved him deeply, you hadn’t realized how much you’d been neglecting him and your own health in recent weeks.

He stepped through the front door, which had been unlocked much to his concern, and shut it behind him after kicking off his shoes onto the mat. “Y/N?” He called softly, not wanting to startle you in case you hadn’t heard him come in. He received no answer from you, and as he trekked down the hallway he came to realize you weren’t in the living room or kitchen. A long sigh left his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed at them in frustration and exasperation.

He swore to God, that if he walked into that bedroom and you were huddled at your desk studying he was going to lose his shit. Low and behold, the second your bedroom door swung open, that was the sight he was met with.

“Y/N…” He began, walking up behind you. You showed no reaction to his voice and he rolled his eyes dramatically as it occurred to him that not only were you literally draining yourself, but you were also putting yourself in extreme danger. What would have happened if someone broke in and you had been too wrapped up in your studies to even realize that there was something going on?

He no longer cared much about startling you, he just wanted you to step back from your school work and just fucking rest. “Y/N, babe.” He spoke curtly, reaching out and grabbed your shoulder. You jumped in surprise and whipped around to face him as you let out a startled yelp.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could’ve sworn that you were on the verge of a heart attack but - it was just Peter. How had he gotten in? Did you leave the door unlocked? You didn’t know, but you were thrilled to see him. It’d been quite a few days since you both had gotten the chance to see each other. “Oh! Peter! Baby, you scared me.” You laughed wholeheartedly. He opened his mouth, most likely preparing to send back some half-assed comment about how that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been running on four hours of sleep for the past week, but you cut him off before he had the chance to do so. “Just give me a half to wrap up this subject and then I can make you a quick dinner? Have you eaten yet? I bet not with patrol.” You chuckled, turning to face your computer screen once more.

His hand jutted out to grab at the backrest of your chair and twirled you right back to face him. His face was set into a scowl and he narrowed his eyes at you. “When was the last time you ate a meal yourself?”

“Um…” You stuttered, hesitating before giving him an answer. You hadn’t been starving, you’d stopped at a connivence store to pick up some pain medication for your headache and had grabbed some snacks for yourself while you were there. “I had some Pringles earlier. But I just haven’t had much of an appetite with the… you know…” You trailed off, realizing you’d just accidentally exposed that you were also sick on top of everything else.

His facial expression softened drastically and he kneeled down to be at your level, grasping your hands in his and running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Baby, please. I know how passionate you are about school and I respect and adore all the work you put into it. But you cannot put your own health at standby for it. I know it seems like it’s the most important thing in your life right now, but nothing will matter when you’re not healthy enough to keep pushing through.”

You frowned and let out a low sigh. “I know, Pete. I just- I want to do a really good job on these exams and it feels like no matter how hard I try… I’m not grasping enough information. I haven’t learned enough to get me through. It makes me feel better… to constantly go over everything. It makes me a little less anxious.”

He felt his heart clench at your confession. He thought you had just been putting in this much work because it was mandatory of you, not because it helped lessen the pressure you had being forced upon you to get through the midterms with flying colors. He grinned suddenly at you, and you couldn’t help the contagious smile that begin curling at the corners of your lips. “Okay, how about this? We take a break, me from my Spider duties and you from your studying. We both go make ourselves a nice dinner and just relax for the night. We’ll put on a movie or something and just rest. Tomorrow, we can go back to what we do best - but we’ll do it in a healthy way this time. No pushing ourselves past our limit, and no fighting to the breaking point. Just one day at a time, my love.”

He knew the easiest way to get you to agree was to pretend he was doing it along with you. If he had just been trying to get you to take care of yourself, you would’ve continued trying to put up a fight. But, if you knew that he was also taking a breather from all of the pressure put on him - you’d agree in an instant.

You casted one last glance back at your laptop before turning to lock eyes with him once more. “Okay.” You nodded with a smile.

He leaned forward, moving his hands up to cup your face instead. “Okay?” He laughed giddily, pressing his forehead to your own.

You reached up, grabbing his forearms and titling your head to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, pulling you as close to him as possible - trying to soak up all the attention you were giving him after how busy you had been the past few days. You laughed against his lips, pulling back the tiniest bit to whisper to him, “Yeah, okay.”

[shlutnutt]

make it hurt

sum: punishing tate for being a bratty bitch lol

w: dom reader x sub tate, vibrator usage, handjob, oral(female recieving), overstimulation, edging, 69 kinda?

Your beloved remained silent, more than well aware of the small deep-colored vibrating toy you fidgeted around your palm. Not a single word escaped his lips nor a muscle seem to have shifted for comfort. He only layed on your guys' shared bed, the black latex suit he had on delighfully reflecting against the bright slightly orange-tinted lamp that resided just a few feet away from him. You would've believed he'd fallen asleep in his pretty boy fuck suit until you suddenly heard him voice

"i want it to hurt.."

Ignoring his neediness, you watched how Tate quickly returned to his dimming silence, filling in the quietness from his commentary and unzipping the black mask, removing it from his head roughly, just for you to encounter nothing but obvious sweat spots on his forehead, under eyes and his shaggy hair, giving it a beautiful slight wet look, whilst he only breathed heavily, attempting to inhale in the cool air that explored the bedroom.

"Im not satisfied with you behavior today, you nee-"

"yes! yes i know, please.. punish me, please. i deserve it~.."

Tate's neediness only made your insides crumble, the way he patiently waited for your arrival in his fuck toy suit, how he was positioned and ready for you. You only allowed your cunt to form those bitter-sweet juices you'd let out of whenever you were excited, whenever Tate excited you. How he'd ever so often give up his need of showing dominance and fully submit to you, never failed to drive you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty toy?" you firmly questioned the man, observing how his eyes scanned through your body, in which you only snapped once, catching his gaze by surprise.

"I need you to touch me.. to make me yours, tease me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all.. p-please, y/n~" Tate was quick to reply, shifting his gaze from your own down to his enlarging crotch, in which's sight you hummed to, him softly whimpering under his breath from the lack of touch.

Langdon knew how much you hated when he had an attitude with you, like today, how he continuously rolled his eyes at you whilst you tried to explain why you were in such a hurry to leave for work. Obviously even after apologizing a counted amount of times, you were aware of how much he wanted to get on your nerves again, now it being knowingly known that he was aware of needing a well taught lesson as well.

You, though only looking over at his needful self, you continued to toy around the buzzing object you had in hand, deciding between which level were to be the day-maker for the both of you.

Now taking a few leepful steps towards the man, you managed to delighfully remove the lace underwear you wore under the silk pyjama gown that hugged your form nicely, standing brief-less beside Tate, his eyes becoming needier to the minimum movement.

"i ne- oh~" you heard Tate get rudely interrupted, by the feeling of your kneeled leg applying pressure onto the bed, sinking down slowly you decided to include your left leg now, lifting and accomodating it by his toned side, you straddling his suited form now.

"what was that?" you only leaned down to whisper, the feeling of your dampened cunt leading you to the thought of skipping the teasing procedure and going straight to what you came for.

Tate only breathed heavily, holding aback those sweet little moans, as you glided the powered-off toy up and down his upper chest, tapping it smoothly across his pink-tinted clothed nipples. "baby.. please. please.." he only proceeded to beg, as the little sweat that rested on his forehead multiplicated with each and every tap you'd gift him with. "m-mommy!" Langdon yelled out now, the twitching of his cock speeding up under you, more than prepared for it's release from the slight bit of sexual affection you shared with him.

"don't cum until I tell you, okay?"

"mhmm~.."

"use your words."

"yes. yes, okay? yes!"

His urgent response was what drove you over the edge, what made you quickly switch your position from regular cowgirl to reverse cowgirl ontop of his upper chest, your bare cunt only being a few inches away from his face, making him whimper to himself, his member only being a few inches away from yours, making those sweet-bitter juices now drip out of your cunt.

"are you gonna be good for me?" you questioned with need.

"i p-promise i'll be good.." hesitated Tate, knowing how difficult this task was going to be due to how bad he wanted to cum already.

Unzipping his crotch zipper now, you set his pre-cum dipped cock free, bits and bits of little juices leaking out of its reddening tip. The view only being mesmerizing and needful, you were quick to turn on the vibrator on the lowest level available and rapidly attaching it to the very tip of his cock, smoothly gliding it down to the base, lower to the balls and back up right behind the tip, memorizing how this sweet spot drove him crazy, his moans increasing suddenly to the gesture.

Enjoying his struggle you soon turned up the toy to its higher setting, now starting with the balls and back up. Adding extra pressure onto his tip you notice how his toes curled and his thighs shook repeatedly, his release not being too far from nearing.

"remember what i told, Tate." you reminded as you felt him become uncontrollable by the second, you continuing your work.

Tate was more than eager for your approval to his release, so he found a quick distraction. With your pussy being ever so near to his face, he stuck his tongue out, it surprisingly reaching your clit. Him toying around with it as you toyed around with his tip, you couldn't help but to give in and push yourself further onto his face, his cock not for once not being your main focus point at the moment.

As the toy buzzed onto his, you proceeded to gift him with his request, for it to hurt.

You only powered off the toy and threw it to the side, retracing your concentration onto what you had infront of you, you elbowed on either side of his thighs, your cunt still being devoured by the man.

Carefully utilizing his pre juices as lube you begin to jerk him off, his moaning becoming unstoppably loud onto your pussy, the humming sensation making your legs tremble. You guided your hands to firmly grip on his bulge, making your way up to his tip and down to his balls repeatdly, increasing the speed with each and every moan he let out.

Hearing Tate shout out, "i c-can't.. im close!", hinted you that you were doing more than good, so you of course had to make it better. You stopped giving him his pleasure, edging him to making him near on cry in frustration. His begging and loud raspy whimpers feeling your heart with desire and pleasure, you slowly resumed your work, feeling his hot breath fan your cunt with the satisfactory sigh he let out.

"..hmm~.. can i cum now?" Tate was hesitant to ask, his tip now turning purple from overstimulation.

"think you deserve to cum?"

"y-yes!"

In no time you felt his release shoot up, landing on you and himself, you observing as his member returned to its natural pale-pink shade.

"i don't remember giving you permission.." you looked back at him, his eyes tighly shutting closed as you got up from your stance to pick up the toy you threw out of the way previously.

Turning on the toy to its higher setting once again you decided to involve your tongue with your work now, you licking at the base of his cock whilst the vibrator did its work on his overstimulated tip, his whimpers and uncontrollability just boosting you to keep going.

"i'll make it hurt, my pretty boy."

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[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Hey! Love your stories on Ao3 and I’m so happy that I found some more of your work to read!❤️ If it’s okay can I make a poly request? I was thinking of a girl from our time being sent back to the lost boys and them falling for each other. There can be some angst if you want, such as her being sent back to her dimension but maybe finding a way to go back to their time after months of being away? Thank you for giving us some of the best stories ever! 💕

So, this is a pretty big request (possible spanning over multiple chapters), so I’m gonna actually write/continue this on my ao3 account! I may post the later chapters on here later, but for now I’m gonna keep them on ao3. Here’s the first chapter!

It’s Just a Movie (Fem!Reader x poly!Lost boys) fic

Next Chapter ->

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1504

It had been a simple night. Sure, it was halloween and, sure, it was a full moon. A blue moon at that. But that didn’t mean anything, right?

You sure as hell didn’t think so as you went to see a showing of one of your favorite movies, the Lost Boys, with some of your friends. With everything going on with covid, the theaters were empty and your local one had been showing older classics for the past few weeks. They had a selection of horror lined up for halloween night, and your group had chosen to see your favorite vampire movie. 

You had even dressed up for the occasion, donning a dark, almost gothic look. Hell, you practically looked like one of the extras in the opening sequence. You and your friends jammed along to the soundtrack, laughed at Sam’s antics, and nearly cried when you witnessed your four favorite vampires meet their inevitable end. A movie’s gotta have an ending, right? After Grandpa delivered the classic ending line, you and your friends packed it up to head outside. 

Well, they did. You had forgotten your wallet, and you ran back into the theater to grab it. Your friends had promised to wait for you, and you fumbled to put your mask back on as you searched through the dim theater. You used your phone to find it half stuck in one of the chairs, and you quickly jogged out of the auditorium, and then the theater, to find that your friends weren’t waiting for you. And that the streets were far more packed then they had been a second ago. 

Sure, there were people in halloween masks and costumes littered about, but you nearly scoffed when you saw that no one seemed to be taking any of the social distancing rules seriously. You took a step, planning on looking for your friends when you noticed that the theater had almost...changed. The outside didn’t look the same as it did before. Instead, it had the old sign outside, broadcasting what movies were playing inside. Sure, you had expected some older movies, but some of these you hadn’t even heard of. You thought it was weird, considering the theaters would probably want to stick to the most popular ones during a pandemic.

You looked back around, but your friends were nowhere in sight. You thought to walk to the parking lot, but you paused. You heard a whistle, and a wave of relief washed over you. You turned, expecting your friends, and, instead, you were met with a different familiar face. This night couldn’t have gotten any weirder.

You looked him up and down. Teased blonde hair, blue eyes, straight nose, slight stubble on his sharp jawline, a black coat paired with white pants and a mesh shirt? He was even wearing those calf things that your friends had made fun of that one time, because what the hell type of 80s fashion things are those supposed to be? You shook your head, touching one side of your forehead while thinking that perhaps you had hit your head or something while looking for your wallet. There was no way you were looking at Paul from the Lost Boys. He sent you a grin, flashing rows of straight, normal, non-vampire looking teeth, and said, 

“Well, hello there to you too, doll-face. Need some company?” He asked, and you nearly thought about pinching yourself. Holy shit. Before you could answer, you heard, 

“Who’s this?” And you wouldn’t have been surprised if this whole sitation wasn’t boggling your mind. As all the fans knew that where one Lost Boy was, the others weren’t far behind. You turned, and found yourself looking directly into the face of the other natural blonde. You met big, hazel colored eyes, and your eyes instinctively fell to his lips. Just in time to watch his thumb be pushed between them. Clean jaw, cherub face, golden curls, a heavy, colorful jacket, jeans, and leather chaps? There was no mistaking him. The second half of the blonde duo had arrived, and you almost wondered if the others weren’t far behind.

“I don’t know. She seems shy.” Paul said, a smile on his face as he reached out to brush a hand against your cheek. Cold fingers barely brushed against you, and you leaned back. Almost into the blonde on your other side, who had taken the spot right next to you. “I’m Paul, and that’s my buddy Marko.” Paul added, pointing at the blonde with his eyes. Before they trained themselves back onto you. Marko leaned in a bit to say into your ear.

“Your turn.” And it nearly caused you to flinch. He laughed, steadying you. “C’mon, we don’t bite.” He said with a grin, and a shiver nearly ran down your back when the taller of the blondes laughed. Too hard. If you hadn’t been so caught up in the complete and utter shock you had been experiencing you probably would have been thinking more about how these boys were vampires. Sure, it had been fun to talk about them on forums and on different apps, but suddenly you were hit with an urge to run. Especially before the other half of their gang arrived.

“I’m- I’m just looking for my friends.” You quickly blurted. You started walking, but your brain was on hyper-drive. If this was real, if this was really happening, then you were in a horror movie. And the killers had already taken an interest in you. They quickly started following, staying just as close as they had been before.

“Ooh, are they as pretty as you? We can help you find them.” Paul offered, and you almost wanted to accept. He sounded like he was just trying to be helpful, albeit flirt a little. It was the eighties, so you couldn’t quite blame him for being so persistent. Part of you really wanted to accept, but you reminded yourself. Horror movie. Killers. And they probably wanted to make you apart of the menu. You had only taken a few steps, but the shorter of the two jumped in your path. He walked backwards and said,

“C’mon, you don’t wanna walk alone, right? It’s halloween, and all the weirdos are out.” Marko started, and Paul was quick to waggle his fingers and make a spooky sound to accompany his claim. You faltered. You hadn’t necessarily thought about where you wanted to go, and the parking lot was dark. Far darker than the front of the movie theater. And emptier. You gulped, reminding yourself once again. Horror movie. Killers. You looked between them, trying to think of a way to not end up as a juicebox for the two unfairly attractive vampires in front of you.

You had to admit. You had no idea where you could go, and it wasn’t exactly like you knew what the hell was going on. As far as you were concerned, these were some of the only familiar faces you would find. That, or the Emersons. But you had no idea what time it was in their- what could you call this? Dimension? Or was this just some weird dream? Whatever it was, you had no idea if the Emersons even arrived yet or where to find Grandpa’s house. So, you were shit out of luck. You supplied your name before you quickly added,

“My friends and I- We were going to meet on the boardwalk.” You said, and the boys grinned. You knew it had to be one of their favorite places, since they went there every night. At least that's what the movie made it seem like. Maybe, just maybe, you could get there, let the boardwalk distract them, and figure out what you were going to do. And have some fun with two of the biggest heartthrobs from the eighties.

“Sweet! We can totally take you. We just need to wait for the rest of our friends.” Paul said, and suddenly every last bead of hope slipped from your body. Two vampires already had the odds against you, but all four? Especially one of them being David? You would be screwed! Before you could make something up, Marko said,

“Yeah, here they come.” And you wished that whatever this was would end. That you could go back and be in your own dimension. You turned, seeing a brunette wearing just a leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers. His dark, brooding eyes practically shined in the night, and his resting face made you want to shrink in on yourself. To avoid them, your eyes flicked to the blonde besides him. Blue eyes, scruffy cheeks, and a leather jacket-trenchcoat combo paired with leather pants, boots, and leather gloves? Oh, you were so screwed. If you had any doubt in your mind that this was happening, you were sure now.

As the rest of the vampires approached, you tried to calm your oncoming panic attack with a mantra of it’s just a movie. But now you weren’t so sure.

[honey-dewey]

Pepper Spray

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Reader

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: None

The Statesman parking lot was the only thing you hated about your job. Mostly because it was dark as the night and terrifying even when you were clutching a weapon. Of course, when the time comes to use said weapon, you may or may not have accidentally used it on the wrong person. Oops.

 You loved your job. A well paying and not too hard job at the Statesman distillery and apparently, secrecy agent service. You mostly worked with the papers, filing and sorting and re-reading. It was hell on the feet and worse on the eyes, but you knew every inch of that building and all it’s goings on. It was truly an ideal job. 

However, the one and only thing you hated about your job was the parking lot. 

It was far away from the building, shrouded in darkness that the lights never touched. You’d put pepper spray on your keychain after a month of working at Statesman, and had hesitantly asked Ginger to make you a discreet weapon after you’d used your pepper spray once on a creep at a bar. She’d given you brass knuckles that you’d thankfully never had to use, but just knowing you could protect yourself was comfort enough. Even if you weren’t on Statesman property, the feeling of being protected was one you loved. 

Fridays were, of course, always hectic. Weekly mission reports were due on Friday, and between the fact checking and the grammar checks and the sorting away, you’d spent an hour extra at work. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as you got paid overtime and the bulk of the work was sorting away the new reports. However, your late night work antics meant that by the time you left the office, the parking lot was dead dark, and you clutched your pepper spray as you made your way to your car. 

Humming to yourself, just some annoying song one of your coworkers had been playing all day, you walked past the security booth leading into the parking lot. 

A noise behind you made you spin around, heart beating overly fast. The noise sounded distinctly like the security booth door opening. Your finger itched on the pepper spray trigger, getting ready. 

You continued towards your car, now on high alert. With the security Statesman had, you were fairly certain whoever was around wasn’t a huge threat to your safety, but you had to be certain. More than likely, it was just Tom, the security guard who usually sat in the booth. He left sometimes, to grab food or take a bathroom break. You took a breath, trying desperately to convince yourself it was just Tom. 

When you finally had your car in sight, you heard footsteps behind you, falling in line with yours. They were heavy, heavier than Tom’s, and they were regular, masked slightly by the sound of your own. Whoever was behind you was trying to hide their steps. Squaring your shoulders, heart beating loudly in your ears, you whirled around and immediately sprayed your pepper spray. There was no time to assess the threat, you just prayed your aim was true. 

It, thankfully, was. Your target, however, was not who you expected. 

“Whiskey?” 

Agent Whiskey, or Jack as he preferred around the office, was standing in front of you, his face and shirt bright orange as he attempted to process the fact that you’d just pepper sprayed him. 

“Oh my god!” You said, panicking as you realized what you’d just done. “I am so sorry!” 

Jack made a pained noise as the spray took its effect, and you immediately jumped into action. “C’mon,” you said, putting an arm around him. “I am so sorry,” you added again.

He didn’t respond. You sighed, slightly worried that this could be the end of your career. After all, you’d just pepper sprayed one of Statesman’s best agents. A mistake like that was pretty damn big. 

By the time you had him back in the building, Jack’s eyes were swollen shut and his face was soaking wet from the tears he was involuntarily crying. He couldn’t talk, so you simply busied yourself with setting him in a medical exam room and searching for what you needed. 

You’d gone through the paperwork on these rooms and their set up so many times that you knew every square inch of the space. And all the receipts for medical purchases went through you as well, meaning you also knew exactly what was stocked. 

Thankfully, Statesman had what you needed within reach, and it took you almost no time at all to find the nondescript bottle of saline solution and put it on the countertop. Along with that, you put on gloves, just to protect your hands. 

You carefully, while describing your actions so as not to send Jack into a panic, took his hat and jacket off and led him to the tiled corner of the room with the eye wash station. 

“I’m going to spray your face with this saline solution,” you said, uncapping the bottle. “It’s cold, but not super cold. It should help for when we flush the spray off your face with water.” As you explained, Jack shuffled on his feet, clearly eager to make the pain subside. 

“Three,” you said warningly, rolling the bottle back and forth in your hands, hoping you could warm the liquid a bit. 

“Two.” Jack tensed, although whether it was out of pain or anticipation, you had no idea. You could only hope it was anticipation. 

“One.” You sprayed the liquid all across Jack’s face, although it was more like splashing him with water from a cup. The saline solution dripped down his face and onto his shirt, mixing with the tears he’d shed. You put the bottle down, expertly guiding Jack over the eye wash station and turning it on. 

“Fifteen minutes,” you said, taking your gloves off and dumping them into the trash. “At least. After that, we’ll wait for your eyes to open and give you a rest period to let the burn subside, which could take a while, but should resolve itself in an hour or so.” 

Jack ended up needing a break around the eight minute mark, leaning back and taking multiple deep breaths, his eyes still shut and his throat still pretty much unusable. He rasped out a few words about his stained shirt, and you took the break in eye rinsing to help him take his shirt off and have him wash his hands. Once that was done, he went right back to the eye wash station to complete his time. 

Once Jack’s fifteen minutes were up, you helped him sit down and dry off, his eyes still swollen shut. Thankfully, his throat was starting to clear, and he was able to talk to you. 

“How in the hell?” He rasped. “I didn’t know you worked here in medical.” 

“I don’t.” You put the mostly empty saline bottle away, making a note on the whiteboard near the door that the room needed more. “I do the paperwork. I just happened to have to pull papers on an accident involving pepper spray today, and had to Google how to relieve the burn to fact check the papers. This room is familiar because I keep track of all the supplies and blueprints. Really, I just know a lot about everything that goes on in this building.” 

Jack took a breath. “Fuck.” 

You laughed. “Sure. Fuck.” 

Grabbing a few tissues, you carefully wiped away the residual tears and water off Jack’s face. His eyes blinked open, still red and swollen, but not too bad anymore. 

“Hey,” you said happily, glad to see his eyes open. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Like shit,” Jack muttered, raising a hand to rub his face, but you caught his wrist before he could. 

“Don’t rub,” you warned. “That’ll make it worse.” 

Jack nodded. “How long before the burn stops?” 

You shrugged, thinking back to the pepper spray paperwork. “An hour. But you probably won’t be fully recovered until tomorrow.” 

Sighing, Jack leaned back. “I guess we’re gonna be stuck here a while.” 

Eventually, you grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in cool water, laying it across Jack’s eyes. The swelling was, thankfully, going down, as was the redness. His eyes had finally stopped watering as well, meaning he was mostly able to see again. 

As Jack’s face got better, you two talked. Not about anything important, just simple things that could distract Jack. You learned he had a ranch, and he eagerly told you about his cow. 

“Her name is Bella,” he said, showing you a photo on his phone. You smiled. Bella was absolutely beautiful, with soft looking tan fur and big brown eyes. “She’s a highland cow, which is why she’s so fluffy.” 

“I didn’t know you had pets,” you said, sitting back and checking your watch. “Bella’s adorable.” 

Jack shrugged, putting his phone back into his pocket. “I inherited most of it from my brother,” he explained. “He died a while back, right as I joined Statesman. Mom always expected to get the ranch, but my brother said she didn’t have the heart for it. So he left it to me.” 

“Huh.” You stood, dusting yourself off. “Does your mother suck?” 

“Nah,” Jack responded. “She’s just not very motherly.” 

You laughed. “Well that explains it. We should probably get going, by the way. It’s getting late.” 

So you and Jack walked out to the parking lot, you silently fiddling with your keys. 

“Can I drive you home?” You blurted, watching Jack head off towards where the Bronco was parked. 

He stopped, turning back to you. “Pardon?” 

“I’m just worried your eyes aren’t up to scratch yet,” you elaborated, nervousness making you shuffle your feet. “And I’d feel better if I got to drive you home.” 

Jack shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.” 

As he got into your car, he looked around, impressed. “What kinda car is this?” 

“A mustang. Shelby Cobra to be specific.” 

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is it a ‘67?” 

“Yep.” You busied yourself with backing out, the old mechanics of the car a familiar comfort to you. 

“Huh.” Jack leaned back. “Impressive.” 

You smiled, waving to Tom, who was in the security booth. “Thank you. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me because I helped him repair it when I was young. Where’s your house?” 

Jack put his address into his phone, putting it on the dash and maxing the volume so you could hear the directions. 

“So why’d you pepper spray me?” He asked eventually, breaking the silence. 

You snorted. “Why were you sneaking up on me in the middle of the night?” 

“I had a question.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, making a turn. “What question?” 

Jack fiddled with his jacket zipper, seemingly nervous. “Just wanted to ask about my paperwork. Ginge needed to know when my last eye exam was, and she told me to find you.” 

You laughed. “It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” You asked. “Also, it was three years ago.” 

“How in the fuck?” 

“Champ needed your file yesterday so he could compare your sharpshooting record to one of the other agent’s scores,” you explained. “And on my way back down to the records room, I read it over. It’s a long walk and I needed some entertainment.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief, a small smile on his lips. “You are unbelievable.” 

You grinned, turning and pulling into Jack’s ranch. “I’m fairly certain being unbelievable is my job,” you pointed out, putting the car in park. 

As Jack opened the car door, you heard excited mooing and saw a dark figure racing over. 

“Bella!” Jack said eagerly, petting the cow the same way one would pet a dog. “Hey darlin’. How’s the ranch?” 

Bella mooed again, headbutting your car. 

You got out, coming around to scratch Bella’s ears. She butted into you too, sending you back a couple of steps. 

“Be nice,” Jack scolded playfully, shaking a finger at Bella. “This is a guest!” 

Bella mooed yet again and trotted off. 

“I’m sorry about her,” Jack said, turning to you. “She’s a people cow.” 

You merely shook your head, laughing. “It’s fine. By the way, is there any way I can make tonight up to you? I did kinda pepper spray you. Can I make that right somehow?” 

Jack chuckled, leaning on a fence post. “Come ‘round here again tomorrow at six. Wear something nice.” 

“Are you asking me out?” Of all the things you expected, this was not it. 

“Yeah,” Jack said. “What’d you say? Please keep in mind I was pepper sprayed an hour ago.” 

You snorted, getting back into your car and putting the window down. “It’s a date.” 

As you backed out of Jack’s ranch, he waved at you, and you waved back. 

Once you reached your own house, you fell onto your couch and eagerly texted Ginger, telling her about your upcoming date. Within seconds, she was calling you. 

“What?” You asked, giggling and heading into your kitchen for a glass of water. 

Ginger took a deep breath. “Did you just score a date with Jack goddamn Daniels?” 

“Yeah?” You said, leaning against your counter. “I mean, I kinda pepper sprayed him first, but yeah, I got a date!” 

There was a pause. And then, 

“I’m sorry, did you say you pepper sprayed him!?”

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

[Borderlands] Rhys Strongfork x Female!Secretary!reader x Timothy Lawrence WIP

Genre: ?

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It had been 7 years since Handsome Jack’s death; the first time with the vault hunters and the second with Rhys having to rip out his cybernetics. It’s been hard for everyone, all the trauma and stress that they’ve been through. 

Not to mention the nightmares that Rhys tended to get from time to time. But luckily for the new CEO of Atlas, he had (y/n), his secretary and best friend of multiple years. 

He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get through everything that he had from the last 6ish years without (y/n). That’s for certain. And it didn’t hurt that she knew a thing or two about fighting. 

But currently, Rhys had a very important meeting.

He didn't want to scare (y/n) about who was currently on his way right now. Though, Rhys didn’t exactly know of (y/n)'s vault hunting past. 

She did try to tell him on more than one occasion, but he always thought that she was joking. 

Even after saving Rhys multiple times, he still had an urge to protect (y/n). 

"Okay, that's it. What's going on? You've been looking nervous all morning…  Well, more so than usual," (y/n) said with worry.

Rhys frowned at the comment but still kept the identity of his meeting a secret. Instead of answering (y/n)'s question, he idly sipped on the coffee she just brought to him and waited.

"Someone's coming, and I need you not to freak out." Rhys said, as he tried to be discreet with this information. (y/n) rested a hand on one of her hips and gave Rhys a playful glare.

"You mean like what you're doing?" She questioned as she leaned in close to him, too close. He could smell the vanilla scent on her skin and felt just how warm she was.

Just the thought of (y/n) being so close to his own body made Rhys rethink the entire meeting.

Of course, he always had an infatuation with her. How could he not?

(y/n)'s soft and sweet but at the same time knew how to kick some ass if needed.

But before he could either kiss her delicious lips or cancel the meeting altogether, the elevator stopped on the final floor. 

Rhys glanced at his monitor and saw the person he's supposed to be meeting with. His hands shook with nervousness. Rhys never thought that he would have to deal with someone like him again.

Like Handsome Jack, but it wasn’t not Jack. He died, twice. Rhys made sure of that.

Seeing that Rhys was in his little world and that he wasn't going to answer them, (y/n) continued with small tasks around the office while Rhys anxiously waited for the person on his monitor to walk to his office. 

As (y/n) started to hum a tune to calm down Rhys, she decided to make a cup of tea for him in hopes of relaxing his nerves before this big meeting.

But then (y/n) heard a voice she’d never thought she would ever hear again. A voice that is eerily similar to that of Handsome Jack’s but just a twinge of nervousness and anxiety: Timothy Lawrence, the man that (y/n) loved when they used to work together. Though, that kind of love never truly disappears. 

(y/n) didn't want to say anything in the case that this doppelgänger could be someone other than Timothy, her Timothy. 

Rhys tore his gaze from his ‘guest’ for a second and saw a look he could only describe as hope cross (y/n)’s features. His eyebrows narrowed in confusion. He can’t understand why (y/n) would express any emotion except fear for the man only ten feet away. 

But before Rhys could casually tell (y/n) to leave, before anything happened, (y/n) dropped a packet of sugar on the ground thus alerting her presence to the doppelgänger. 

Timothy felt his heart skip a few beats at the sight of his beloved from what felt like a lifetime ago. (y/n), his partner in more than just vault hunting. 

“(y/n)?” Timothy almost whispered her name.

Without being able to help herself and fully well-knowing that the doppelgänger in front of her very eyes was the one and only Timothy Lawrence, (y/n) ran straight into him. She barely gave him any time to register the extra weight added onto him as she launched herself into his arms, happy to finally see the man she had presumed dead years ago right in front of her own eyes. 

“I-I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you were dead,” (y/n) mumbled, her face nuzzled into the crook of Timothy’s neck as she tried to soak in everything new about him to compare what she knew of him 7 years ago. 

While the two ex-vault hunters were busy embracing each other and catching up, Rhys slowly stood from his desk: shocked. He wasn't aware of how the two knew each other.

Timothy let his real hand caress the side of his old lovers’ face. He didn't know what their relationship was anymore, it had been too long to possibly know. 

“… You thought I was dead? You don’t think I blame you, do you?” Timothy questioned her, eyes trained on her for any visible signs of emotion that he could pick up.

(y/n) bit on her bottom lip in guilt. Timothy always could read her like a book. 

She did feel guilty of not looking too deeply for him. But it wasn't like Jack was going to tell her anything. 

“I mean, I would. I wanted to look for you but… there weren’t any leads or a trace to where you were…” (y/n) explained.

Timothy slowly set (y/n) onto her own feet before he grabbed both of her hands in a gentle grasp, wanting his point to get across in the best way, “There wasn’t anything you could do. You of all people knew how Jack was.” 

Timothy was true to his word, he couldn't blame her for Jack’s wrongdoings. It wouldn’t make any sense. 

Now that (y/n) was in front of him instead of right in his arms, Timothy could get a good, long look at her. His eyes slowly raked over her circle skirt that rested around her waist and the cute professional long-sleeved she was currently wearing. Timothy had never seen (y/n) wearing something like this. But it would be a lie to himself if he said that he didn’t adore her in that outfit. 

One of his hands released its grasp to trail the fabric, his fingers grazed against her waist which caused (y/n) to shudder lightly though this was not Timothy’s intention. He slowly rubbed his fingers around the fabric, trying to understand her new life in every aspect. 

“You look amazing,” Timothy complimented.

(y/n) toyed with her skirt lightly, this was the outfit that she normally wore, but she never pictured herself in it if she were to ever meet Timothy again. 

“I never thought that you’d be the secretary type, but it suits you,” Timothy elaborated from his previous comment.

Before overthinking and backing out, Timothy leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. He didn't want to outright kiss her properly if she wasn't ready or in a romantic relationship with someone else. 

(y/n) opened her mouth to continue talking, perhaps about their relationship, but Rhys finally decided to intervene as it seemed the two completely forgot about why they were all there. Rhys cleared his throat a bit obnoxiously, he had been standing there for the last few minutes watching them embrace each other. 

(y/n) realized that she should probably formally introduce the two as that is kind of her job, "Timothy, this is the CEO of Atlas, Rhys Strongfork." (y/n) turned to Rhys for the first time in 5 minutes and caught the expression on his face before he was able to cover it with a mask: Confusion and perhaps jealousy. But she continued, "Rhys, this is Timothy. We were partners in vault hunting… and lovers." Rhys felt his heart drop. He knew that look in Timothy's eyes, it was the same way he looked at (y/n) every day. 

He should've figured everything out the second (y/n) leapt into the doppelgänger's arms like that. And the way she was smiling like she didn't have any more worries anymore… Rhys had never seen her smile quite like that before.

“(y/n), can you go get breakfast for me and our guest, please?” Rhys politely ordered (y/n).

(y/n) quickly snapped out of her gaze with Timothy before she smiled at Rhys and left the office as soon as she’s able. Though she did shoot Timothy one last flustered glance on her way out. Timothy takes a few deep breaths to calm the flush on his face and the beating of his heart.

Everything happening was so unexpected. Moxxi did say that there was a surprise at Atlas, but he thought she was just talking about a new hand, not his lover from nearly a decade ago. 

Though after 7 years of being trapped in what Timothy could only describe as hell, it seemed fitting that the universe would gift him something like this.

"I’ve never seen her that happy before…” Timothy shook himself out of his daydream at the sound of the CEO’s statement. Timothy wasn't sure of what to say, so he stayed silent for the time being. But luckily, Rhys continued, "Look, I know you were together, but I'm in love with her as well." There was a beat of silence as Timothy pondered over Rhys’ words. 

He knew something was going on but not this. Timothy scrambled his head for something to say. Should he 

[themurphyzone]

Nova Ch 12

AN: I’ve been waiting to write this chapter for so long! Can you believe it’s been a year since I started this story? 

Ch 12: Mare

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Dear Mickey Mouse Calendar, 

It’s May 2nd, and you know what that means! Well, besides bringing May flowers of course! The flowers are going to be so beautiful this year, I can tell! Especially once they bring the butterflies and the birds and the bees! Oh dear, do you think Brain knows about the factory in the sky that produces cute little mouse babies? I hope so. 

Anyway, the beautiful, lovely, fantabulous Pharfignewton’s gonna be running in the Derby in just a little bit! She’s worked really really hard to get this far, and I’m super proud of her! She’s gonna be one step closer to the Triple Crown when she wins! 

Anyway, I’m running out of room on this page, so I just wanted to say I love you, Figgy Pudding! May the best mare win!

Love, 

Pinky 

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky added a heart by his name with a sparkly pink gel pen and blew a kiss to the image of Mickey and Minnie driving a cute little car into the sunset. Then he recapped the pen, washed his hands of extra glitter, and returned to the TV, which had been tuned into the Kentucky Derby for the past two hours. 

They were still conducting pre-race interviews with the owners, jockeys, and trainers. Though there were several saddled horses with colorful numbers in the background, none of them were Pharfignewton. 

But they were still very beautiful horses, clopping around on the dirt-covered track as they flicked their ears and tails in anticipation of the race.  

Several boxes of leftover pizza and paper plates were laid out in front of the television.. It was so nice of the scientists to throw a pizza party and let them have the leftovers! Pepperoni, mac and cheese, and pineapple pizza were all so delicious, and they tasted even better when all three were combined on a single slice! 

Pinky popped a pineapple cube in his mouth, giggling as it stung his tongue. Then he turned to his hat, which laid a short distance away from the leftover pizza so it didn’t get soiled. Lovely, glittery red and purple roses decorated the outside of the hat, and every inch was decked with colorful feathers, encouraging messages, and Pharfignewton’s name so everybody for miles around could see he was rooting for his favorite horse. 

Since the hat was too big and heavy for him to wear throughout the pre-race festivities, he decided to just put it on a few minutes before the race instead.

And it was so sweet of Gummy, Madame Daisy, Nicholas, and Mr. Button to support Pharfignewton! They were all gathered in front of the TV so they could watch the Derby too! 

Pinky’s ear twitched at a gagging noise on his left, and he turned his head just in time to see Brain spit a chunk of pineapple onto a napkin. 

“Of all things, why in Selene’s name would you ruin perfectly good cheese with battery acid?” Brain snapped. He immediately dunked his muzzle into a thimble of water. 

“Batteries aren’t a pizza topping,” Pinky said. Did batteries look like pineapples on New Selene? “And pineapple pizza tastes delicious!” 

Brain scowled as he shoved the paper plate with his barely touched pineapple pizza slice towards Pinky, then grabbed a new plate and loaded it with two slices of pepperoni. 

“I’m outlawing that vile piece of filth you call food as soon as I rule the world,” Brain declared. 

“You can’t do that!” Pinky cried. What was next? Declaring pumpkin spice illegal? He would never support such an awful law! “That’s...that’s just unconstitutional! A breach of power! I won’t stand for it, Brain!” 

Then he realized he was standing up to grab the pineapple pizza slice, so he promptly sat down and chomped on pineapple, tomato sauce, and bread to prove his point. 

Brain wrinkled his nose, but before he could reply, the TV panned to show a beautiful, gray-maned white horse prancing in circles around her jockey, nearly tying him up in her reins. 

“That’s her! That’s Pharfignewton!” Pinky yelled, spewing tomato sauce from his mouth. “Hi, Fig! It’s me, Pinky!” 

Pinky quickly set his pizza down and slipped the hat on, sitting underneath the brim while the rest of the hat was propped against the counter. He hoped Pharfignewton could see the messages he’d written. 

“The cameras aren’t two-way, Pinky,” Brain said, but Pharfignewton whinnied happily, so Pinky knew she could hear him from thousands of miles away! 

She wore a beautiful pink cloth over her back with the number fifteen emblazoned in white, with a brown saddle on top. She tossed her head back and whinnied, her reins quivering in the sunlight. Her jockey slipped a pink mask over her face, and when she turned to look at the camera, her gorgeous blue eyes stood out even more. 

“You have quite the unusual horse here, Mr. Gardner,” the reporter said to Pharfignewton’s owner, who Pinky recognized by his bushy beard. “Not much of a looker, nor was she sired from any famous line of racehorses. And only one fellow’s bet on her at all.” 

Pinky frowned. Not much of a looker? That reporter’s obviously never seen Pharfignewton with the wind flowing through her mane, or the joyful neighs whenever she galloped around a field, or how she practically glowed whenever she ran. 

Mr. Gardner leveled a glare at the reporter, who withered from the intense look. “Pharfignewton may have a different build from her fellow racehorses, but she’s a hundred times more passionate about racing than anyone else. It’s true that neither of her parents have competed on the national level, but she’s inherited her mother’s spirit and her father’s diligence, a mixture of traits which will suit her well today.” 

“Yes...I’m sure it will,” the reporter muttered. His eyes darted to a chestnut horse with a yellow cloth draped over his back. “Oh, would you look at the time? I don’t believe I’ve gotten a chance to talk with Mayoneighaise’s team yet!” 

He scurried off, the cameraman trailing behind him. 

A board flashed onscreen, showing the horses’ names and numbers before cutting to commercial. 

“Mr. Legs? Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse? Is this entire competition just an excuse to saddle these poor creatures with horrific names?” Brain asked over the noise of a car commercial. 

“You can’t saddle a name. You saddle horses, Brain,” Pinky said. Brain could be so confused sometimes. 

“And they barely gave Pharfignewton the time of day,” Brain added. “But they dedicated a full fifteen minutes to Arabian Night’s training sessions.” 

Pinky shrugged. “Well, Arabian Night worked really hard. He deserved that time. And so does Maximus and Maverick and Black Beauty and Rainbow Dash and-” 

“It’s blatant favoritism,” Brain cut in. 

The commercial break ended, and the broadcast showed a female reporter approaching an enormous, muscular black stallion with a comically small jockey leading him by the reins. He bore a royal purple cloak with number one written in a fancy golden script on his back. The horse was so dark that Pinky could barely see his eyes or mouth. 

“And here we have the clear fan-favorite, Daddy’s Little Angel,” the reporter declared as she carefully approached the horse, who huffed when she got too close to his muzzle. She pulled back, keeping her microphone close to her body. “An excellent track record locally and regionally, highest odds tonight, and a descendant of the famous Triple Crown winner Secretariat. He sure has a lot going for him, don’t you think?” 

Daddy’s Little Angel was stoic and handsome, and as his owner and trainer listed off his various accomplishments, Pinky crossed his fingers and toes for good luck. Pharfignewton had a whole lot of competition. Sure, she was the fastest racehorse around these parts, but in the Derby she was a small goldfish in a large aquarium full of other fish. 

“Zort! Nope, can’t think like that!” Pinky said, thumping his head with his fist. He didn’t want to have doubts about her talent! She was the best, the swiftest, and the fastest at eating apples and hay! There’s no way she could lose! 

“Quiet, Pinky. I’m trying to listen,” Brain said. His pink eyes gleamed with interest as a montage of Daddy’s Little Angel’s previous feats flashed across the screen. “I wouldn’t be opposed to owning a horse like that for ceremonial purposes.” 

“Parading around on Pharfignewton sounds lovely,” Pinky sighed dreamily. 

He imagined Pharfignewton in a beautiful golden outfit, bells on her reins, and prancing down the street to a cheering crowd while he rode on her back. And there were pretty parade floats and celebrities singing and giant balloons of all his favorite characters! 

He was broken out of his fantasy by the sound of a fanfare. 

“Attention, all riders and horses! Clear the track and proceed to your stalls! The race will commence shortly!” the announcer declared. 

The camera lingered on Daddy’s Little Angel for just a little longer before panning out for a wide shot of the horses and jockeys making their way to the starting point, the trainers leading the horses by the reins and securing them in the stalls. 

Fifteen horses dressed in colorful racing garb whinnied and bucked their hind legs in anticipation of the race. Daddy’s Little Angel was in the first stall, the one nearest to the fence. Next to him, a majestic, stout white horse named Maximus took the number two slot. Like Daddy’s Little Angel, he was poised, calm, and determined to win. 

Most of the other horses were far more impatient though. Rainbow Dash wouldn’t quit stomping in her stall, and Maverick gave her a warning nip when her tail flicked him one too many times. She didn’t like that at all, and both jockeys fought to get their horses under control. 

A cinnamon stallion named Spirit thrashed in his stall, nearly throwing his rider off multiple times while two other people tried to calm him down. 

Then they finally showed Pharfignewton. She was in the stall closest to the stands, and while she was penned securely, the workers were all focused on the skittish racehorses. 

Pharfignewton flashed a horsey smile to the audience, then lowered her head in anticipation for the race to begin. 

Pinky’s fingers, toes, and tail were all crossed. She had to win! This was her dream ever since she was a little filly!

“And they’re off!” the announcer declared as the bell rang and the gates opened. All fifteen horses galloped out of the stalls, kicking up dirt as their hooves thundered against the ground. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus off to an early lead! Horsin’ Around’s pulling ahead of Tricky Mickey and...oh! Spirit’s bucked his jockey! That’s gonna cost everyone behind ‘em some time!” 

The names and number display at the bottom of the screen shifted around as horses pulled ahead or fell behind. 

Pinky’s muscles tensed as Pharfignewton swerved to avoid a riderless Spirit, though Achilles’ Heel was unlucky enough to be caught on a back ankle by a flailing hoof. Pharfignewton fell behind Mr. Legs and Mayoneighase for a split second before increasing her speed and passing them as they reached the first turn.

Pharfignewton was truly in her element! Like a happy, gusty wind spirit! 

“YOU CAN DO IT, FIG!” Pinky screamed at the top of his lungs, and there was an angry shushing noise, followed by a parmesan packet smacking the side of his head. “Thanks for the parmesan, Brain!” 

“Onto the second turn!” the announcer continued. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus neck and neck! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night fighting for third a mere two lengths away! Maverick trying to squeeze in but there’s no room! Hold onto your fancy hats, folks, this is shaping up to be a wild race!” 

Egad, he didn’t want to lose his fancy hat! Pinky clutched the edges with cheese-stained fingers. 

“Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus still leading the pack, but trailing them is Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night have fallen to fifth and sixth! Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse trying for a comeback while Maver-what’s this? Pharfignewton’s clawing her way up from tenth, ninth, eighth, seventh...now she’s passed Rainbow Dash! Ladies and gents, this could be the biggest recovery in the Derby’s history!” 

Oh, if only he remembered where he’d placed his cotton ball pom-poms! They’d come in super handy right now! 

Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee slowed down on the final turn, enabling Pharfignewton to easily overtake them for third place. Then she poured on the speed, closing in between Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus.

“NARF! GO, PHARFIGNEWTON!” Pinky screeched, his hat tumbling off as he leapt to his feet. If he screamed loud enough, Pharfignewton could hear him all the way in Kentucky! And the power of friendship always worked for last-minute wins! His cartoons were never wrong! 

“It’s a straight shot to the finish! Maximus falls back by half a length! Ladies and gents, could this be the greatest upset in horse racing history? It’s Pharfignewton! No, Daddy’s Little Angel pulls ahead! Now Pharfignewton! Daddy’s Little Angel!” 

Brain was quiet, but from the twitch of his pointed ears and the way he leaned forward, Pinky knew he was just as invested in the race. 

The camera centered on the finish line, but Pinky couldn’t tell who crossed first. Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel galloped offscreen just as the rest of the pack, led by Maximus, finished after them. 

“WHAT’S THIS? PHARFIGNEWTON AND DADDY’S LITTLE ANGEL HAVE CROSSED THE FINISH LINE AT THE SAME TIME! TURNING THE FOOTAGE OVER FOR REVIEW SO WE CAN DECLARE THE WINNER!”

Pinky quickly found that crossing his toes while standing wasn’t the best idea. He fell flat on his face, but quickly pushed himself up on his elbows as the Derby logo flashed by and replayed the last few seconds of the race in slow motion. 

Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel’s legs were just one giant blur next to the finish line, but the reel paused on a shot of Pharfignewton’s flaring nostril crossing the line before Daddy’s Little Angel’s front hooves touched it. 

Pinky sucked in his breath. 

“PHARFIGNEWTON HAS BEEN DECLARED THE WINNER! CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR VICTORY OVER THE 141ST KENTUCKY DERBY!” 

“She did it! She did it! Lo hicimos, she did it!” Pinky jumped for joy, his heart soaring in excitement for Pharfignewton. She was three years old and she’d accomplished so much! He was super duper extra proud of her! 

Brain rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, it seems all your supportive efforts have paid off.” 

Pinky grinned and tore off a cardboard flap of the pizza box, dumped parmesan cheese all over it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nothing tasted better than a victory pizza box with parmesan! 

“Want some?” Pinky offered a second flap to Brain. “It’s delicious!” 

Brain made a gagging noise. “That can’t possibly be good for your digestive system, Pinky.” 

Oh well. More for him then! 

Pharfignewton’s back was draped with beautiful roses, her team of humans all rushing up and hugging her as journalists bombarded them all with questions and photographers snapped photo after photo of her horsey smile. 

Daddy’s Little Angel trotted up to her with a flower crown in his mouth and dropped it onto her head, then drummed the ground steadily with a front hoof in his version of applause. All the other horses followed his lead. Even Spirit and Achilles’ Heel, who were being restrained by a team of trainers, gave their approval. Pharfignewton whinnied in delight, tossing back her head and showing off the beautiful crown. 

She really was the best. Pinky clutched his chest, that warm gooshy feeling of love spreading throughout his body. 

He couldn’t contain it much longer, and he picked up Brain to let it all out, and he danced around in joy with a squirming Brain in his arms. 

“Pinky, I understand that this outcome is most favorable, but I demand that you cease this at once!” Brain complained. 

But Pinky barely heard him. He was more interested in what Mr. Gardner had to say. 

“Pharfignewton did an amazing job and we’re very proud of her,” Mr. Gardner said as he fed Pharfignewton an apple, which she gladly inhaled. “Running’s in her blood, and I’m sure she’s made her parents very proud in equine heaven. She’s definitely gonna take the Preakness and Belmont by storm.” 

“You think she’s capable of gaining Triple Crown status?” the reporter asked. 

Pharfignewton neighed loudly in her direction, messing up the reporter’s hair. 

As the reporter struggled to fix it, Mr. Gardner smiled. “I think she made it clear that she takes what she wants.” 

Two more races for the Triple Crown. Right. 

Pinky stopped dancing, an odd but featherlight weight in his arms. In his excitement, he’d forgotten that Pharfignewton had to win the Preakness and Belmont for her dream to come true. 

It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it. She was a swift runner and the best racehorse in the world. But she would be gone for several months. All the way on the other side of the country. 

And he wanted her to achieve her dream so bad. To rank up there with the great racehorses of old. 

“Pinky?” a voice choked. 

He was accidentally squishing one of Brain’s antennae. Oops. 

“Sorry, Brain,” Pinky quickly said, putting his friend down. 

Instead of stepping away like Pinky expected, Brain remained where he was. Brain was too good at forming unreadable expressions. His pretty pink eyes seemed concerned though. 

“This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it?” Brain asked. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” 

Was that Selenian speak for happy? 

Yeah, he was supposed to be happy. Pharfignewton won. He was really happy for her. He didn’t want Pharfignewton to think he was a bad friend because he was sad about not seeing her for a while. 

“Of course I’m happy for her,” Pinky said. But it was flimsy even to his own mousey ears. 

Brain didn’t seem convinced either. One hand awkwardly hovered in the space between them. 

A little touch would be nice, and he held super still so Brain wouldn’t get spooked. But a tapping at the window broke Brain’s trance, and upon the sight of a hovering black camera with the Selenian logo on its side, he quickly pulled away. 

“Correspondence from Snowball,” Brain said. His ears flattened briefly before returning to their normal position. Maybe he regretted breaking their closeness too. “I’m taking this.” 

He wiped his fingers on a wet cloth before unlatching the window. The camera darted in once the window was open, its tripod claws dropping an unmarked envelope into Brain’s hands before flying off into the brilliant evening sky. 

Well, it could’ve had pizza if it stayed just a little longer. 

Pinky moved behind Brain as he tore open the envelope and unfolded the note inside, which was written in a neat script. 

Pickup at seven pm tomorrow. Don’t be late. 

-Snowball

“Well, it’s better than nothing,” Brain sighed. “I’ll make sure we have everything required for tomorrow night, Pinky.” 

He didn’t wait for a reply. He only disappeared into a hidden drawer where all their belongings were stored. 

The masquerade ball was important. He shouldn’t keep Brain from making sure they saved the invitation so they could get in. 

And it would be nice to wear that beautiful dress Sharon picked out. 

But there was an ache in his chest. One that gnawed at his heart, and he didn’t want that icky feeling gnawing at his heart. Pinky sat in front of the TV and focused on Pharfignewton’s happiness instead. He pushed away the pizza, the box tasting like cardboard on his tongue. 

If she was happy, he was happy. And wasn’t that all he needed?

End AN: So as a little treat I snuck some fictional horse names in here. I mean, obviously you know Pharfignewton as Pinky’s equine girlfriend. Daddy’s Little Angel is the name of the horse Brain rode in the OG Animaniacs episode Jockey for Position.

Grand Chawhee’s name is a reference to All Dogs Go to Heaven. Tricky Mickey comes from the 1978 movie Casey’s Shadow, which I caught my family watching a few weeks ago and I just decided to borrow a name from the movie.

Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony, Maximus from Tangled, Black Beauty from the book of the same name, Spirit from the Dreamworks movie, and Achilles’ Heel is a reference to Phoebus’ horse in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Mr. Legs’ name provided by Boxy. Thank you, Boxy. Snuck in Pinky actually eating a pizza box for ya lol.

Final placements for the Derby are:

1. Pharfignewton 2. Daddy’s Little Angel 3. Maximus 4. Grand Chawhee 5. Black Beauty 6. Rainbow Dash 7. Arabian Night 8. Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse 9. Mr. Legs 10. Maverick 11. Horsin’ Around 12. Tricky Mickey 13. Mayoneighase 14. Achilles’ Heel (never finished) 15. Spirit (never finished)

Next chapter will finally have the Masquerade Ball and boy do I have plans. It’ll definitely be longer than this one. But this chapter at least wraps up the Derby subplot.

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Smutty halloween Clyde request?? “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”/“I’m up for it if you are.”/“Why is arson always your first answer?” All these together make me think of something silly and fun? Hope you’re into them, if not no worries ☺️

I truly have no explanation to why this is being posted now when were technically in the Christmas month but enjoy nevertheless! I went to my first pumpkin patch to do a little research for this but I did have to google what one is like too. This is smutty but has a nice sprinkle of fluff here and there. 💖💖 (I also suck at titles)

Pairing: Clyde Logan x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Creampie and slight mention of a hand around throat but no chocking! There is also multiple mentions of a spider but it’s stuffed. Still not sure what I’m suppose to put here so let me know if I need to add anything!

Word count: 2.9k 

Stuffed Spiders and Smiles

You and Clyde had just spent a wonderful afternoon together, he had taken you to your first pumpkin patch. You had grabbed Clyde’s hand with excitement not knowing what you wanted to do first with him repeatedly having to tell you to slow down and that there was plenty of time to do everything. Eventually having decided to go to the haunted house, which was a lot of fun due to the variety of masked people that jumped out at you both. Clyde made sure to hold onto you just in case you got scared but secretly you knew it was because he wasn’t a fan of things like this but you humoured him by clinging to his arm to comfort him. You don’t know how you did it but you managed to convince Clyde to have a little pumpkin painted on his face to match yours, nodding when they asked if he wanted any glitter added to it. Finally, you got some hot apple cider to sip while you walked along the array of pumpkins, trying to decide which one or five you wanted to take home. You both had picked out big pumpkins, which you had enthusiastically told Clyde you could carve together with a huge grin on your face which made one break out on his face in return.

Before heading home, you asked Clyde if he didn’t mind coming to the store with you so you could pick up a few extra decorations for your house. “Can we go to the store before we go back to my place? I just need a couple more things for the house” Clyde didn’t even need to look at your face to know you were pouting at him, like he could say no to you anyway. “I’ll come in with ya but ya know ya don’t be needin’ no more stuff, the store will have nothin’ left ta sell ya” He sighed before turning to see you smiling at him, he knew he’d do anything to see that smile even if it meant facilitating your addiction to Halloween décor. You park up at the store and hurry to grab Clyde’s hand, lacing your fingers between his and dragging him in. Looking around at all the different items before settling to look at some string lights to hang outside, Clyde loves the way your eyes shine just like the lights you were looking at, he admired the way you looked at everything like you’d never seen it before even when he knew for a fact you would have been in here the other day and a millions other times before that. He was brought out of his thoughts when you decided to throw a stuffed spider at him, laughing as he scrambled to make out what it was and whether or not he wanted to catch it. “Christ (Y/N)!”. Holding the spider in his large paw. “If I found a spider this big in the trailer, hell anywhere, I’d burn the whole thing down!” Clyde huffed. “Why is arson always your first answer? I thought ya life of crime was over” you teased, lowering your voice to try and mimic his. Dodging quickly as he threw the spider right back at you, picking it up and putting it in your cart, Clyde giving you a look. “What? It’s kinda cute, it will go perfect with the others I have” You giggled as you walked away swaying your hips, continuing to look at a few more things before heading to pay. Clyde helps put the bags in his car before getting your door.

Once you got back to your place Clyde again helps bring the bags in, setting them down on the countertop while you searched through a couple to find your new spider. “I’m going to go and put this in my room, want to see how I’ve decorated it?” Flashing Clyde, a smile, the smile that made him weak at the knees. He follows you down the hall to your room, watching as you open the door. He was taken aback by the way you had decorated your room, you’d told him you were going to do it but he thought you may hang a few lights and put up some of those fake spider webs that he’d always walk into when Mellie would decorate the Duck Tape. Taking a quick mental note to ask if you wanted to help her decorate this year and every year after that. He resumes looking around taking in the candles that makes your room smell like spiced apples, the little Jack o’ lantern rug which sat next to your bed, the black bedspread which was littered with tiny ghosts which all had different silly expressions and he notices an orange pillow with spooky wrote in bold, black letters.

Clyde watches as you add your new plush spider to the pile of stuffed toys that lined your windowsill before lying back on your pillows, curling your index finger beckoning him over like a siren. He perched next to you on the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Ya look so beautiful Darlin, did ya have a good day?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. “Of course, Big Bear! Thank you for taking me out today” You replied, moving so Clyde could now lie back against your pillows as you straddle his hips. “Anythin’ fer ya” He said before bringing you down for a kiss, licking his bottom lip for access which he gladly grants while groaning as you start to slowly move your hips around grinding into his growing bulge. “Darlin, wait” Clyde breathed out, you quickly pull your mouth from his. “Everything okay?” You question, concern in your voice. “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.” Clyde’s eyes looking from yours to the windowsill full of toys before looking back to you, you lean forward pressing your face into his neck trying to stifle the giggle that still ends up slipping past your lips. Clyde huffs at your reaction his plump lips forming a pout but his breath hitches as you start to press gentle kisses up his neck and over his jaw, stopping next to his ear. “Maybe they could be our own little audience which I’m up for it if you are.” You whisper before carefully nipping his ear lobe, Clyde couldn’t help but buck his hips up slightly at your response. Pressing kisses along his jaw then reconnecting your lips with his, swiping your tongue along his plump bottom lip again asking for access which he grants. Moaning as he licks into your mouth, both of your tongues fighting for dominance before you give into him.

He reaches for the hem of your top only pulling his mouth from yours for a spilt second so he can pull it over your head before tossing it to a random spot in the room. Carding your fingers through his dark hair before slightly tugging close to the root causing Clyde to grunt into your mouth. Pecking his lips once more before pulling off them as his lips try to follow yours, smirking at his reaction. He sits up to give you better access to his shirt buttons which you begin undoing, desperate to get to what’s underneath, giggling as he tries to pepper your neck with kisses, throwing you slightly off balance.

Once his shirt and top have joined yours on the floor you gently push him back onto the bed while placing kisses over the wide expanse of his chest, feeling his ribs expand under your palms as you glide your warm tongue around his nipple before sucking the skin into your mouth, triggering Clyde to grab your waist with his flesh hand, hissing as you pull off him, the cold air hardening the pink bud further. “Sh-Shit Darlin, that feels so good” He moans, voice slightly strained as he watches you bite and suck the swollen nipple. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he involuntarily grinds his bulge against your clothed core, feeling how wet you were getting from his sounds. Moving your lips over to his other nipple to make sure it didn’t feel left out, wondering if you could make him cum from the stimulation but you’d bring that up to him another time. Once satisfied at how puffy and pinks his nipples are you slowly start to move down his body while making sure to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses in your wake, undoing his belt you suck tiny love bites around his stomach knowing the little red marks would eventually turn into bruises making you even wetter knowing you were marking your territory.

With Clyde’s help you pull off his jeans and socks leaving him perfectly bare in front of you, sitting back on your knees you took a minute to admire your tall mountain man. “You’re so handsome, Baby” You tell him, running your nails along his thick thighs, causing him to shudder and blush all the way up to the tips of his ears. “Thank ya, (Y/N). I love ya so much” He replies running his thumb lovingly along your cheek. “I love you too, Clyde” you reply wrapping your hand around his large cock feeling him twitch as you pump him a couple of times before lowering you mouth to his pink, swollen head, poking your tongue out to swipe up the precum that had gathered at the tip. His hand reaches out to hold the back of your head before letting go with an apology. “It’s okay, you can grab me. I’m a big girl, I can take it” You reassure him as you lower your mouth onto him, taking him inch by inch until you couldn’t fit anymore, using your tongue to caress the underside of his cock while your hand strokes what you couldn’t fit. Massaging his balls gently in the palm of your hand while continuing this pattern, looking up at him through your lashes until he couldn’t take anymore.

“St-stop! That’s a nough, I’ll be cumin’ down ya throat if ya carry on” Clyde exclaims as he reluctantly pulls your mouth off his cock with an audible pop, lifting you up to kiss him groaning into your mouth which you happily swallow down for him. “Was that okay, baby?” You ask innocently. “That was more than okay, Babygirl. Just want to be buried in this sweet pussy o’ yours when I cum” His reply making you clench your legs together before he flips you both over so you’re underneath his large frame. He hastily removes your yellow lace bra, your nipples instantly hardening in the cool air before Clyde dives straight in to warm them up, his wet tongue coating your left nipple in his saliva. Sucking and biting while he rolls the stiff peak of the right one between his thick fingertips. Swapping over to give the right one the same attention from his mouth. Writhing and moaning non-stop under his caresses, he pulls off once he is satisfied with how stiff they are.

He helps you pull off the rest of your clothes then letting your legs naturally drop open for your man to settle himself between, staring at your glistening slit. “I know I said those candy apples were sweet earlier but this pussy o’ yers will always be sweeter” Clyde said between planting kisses on your inner thighs, the feel of his facial hair tickling and teasing where his lip met your skin were divine. “Clyde, please stop teasing! I can’t take it, I want you” whining loudly as you try to close your legs. “Look at my Babygirl, all needy for me. Huh?” He questions placing his metal arm around your thigh while placing his hand on your stomach to keep you in place. “Tell me what you want darlin” Clyde asks, mouth hovering just over where you want him most. “Y-your mouth, please” you beg, the feeling of the cold metal of his arm against your hot skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Clyde places a kiss just above your clit causing you to buck slightly as your hands dive into his thick hair, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. Clyde moans and groans into your soaked pussy like it’s his last meal, sucking on your clit as he brings his finger down to your entrance, circling it before pushing the thick digit in. You clench around it, pulling harder at his hair as he slowly grinds his member into your mattress for some relief. “Ya think ya can handle another? He asks cockily. “Yes, I can. Please, please” you babble as Clyde adds a second finger with no resistance. Continuing to suck on your swollen clit as his two fingers pump in and out of you before curling up to find that spot inside of you. Your body squirming in his grip when he does. “I’m so close, ohhhh” You whine. “That’s it Darlin, cum for me” he tells you before diving back in and continuing his ministrations at a quicker pace. “I’m gonna cum, fuck! Clyyyyde” You moan, clenching hard around his fingers while your legs squeeze the sides of his head, back arching and toes curling as the pleasure shoots up your spine. Once your whole body feels like jelly and you fall back breathlessly on to you pillows, smiling blissfully at you boyfriend. “Such a good girl, my beautiful girl” Clyde tells you as he pulls his fingers from your soaked entrance bringing them up to his mouth to clean off your arousal, groaning happily at the taste. “Sweeter than those candies fer sure” You laugh in response as you reach your arms out to pull him down for a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Noticing a smudge on his face you turn it to the side, giggling at the remnants of the glittery orange pumpkin that was once there. Looking down at your thigh that now sparkles in the dim lighting of your room. The pair of you laughing at the mess.

You motion for him to lie on his back straddling his waist before gripping his cock to rub your wetness all over his thick length, Clyde swallowing each moan and whimper you produce for him. “Now whose teasin?” You smirk as you grip his large member and run it along your folds before pressing the blunt head against your entrance, slowly pushing down as you moan at the delicious burn from the stretch. Once fully seated Clyde grabs your hips to stop your movements giving himself a minute, overwhelmed by the feeling of your hot cunt steadily pulsing on his length. Pulling you down for an opened mouthed kiss before giving your ass a quick slap. Placing both your palms one his wide chest as he keeps his on your hips, loving the feeling of both his hand squeezing your soft flesh. You begin to slowly grind your hips in circular motions, lifting and sinking back down, the pleasure carrying tingles up from the base your spine. “That’s it, Darlin. Take what ya need from ya Big Bear” Clyde grunts sitting up, your chests pressing together, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. Picking up the pace he thrusts up into you, grabbing the back of your neck with his metal hand and your ass with his other. You feel your second climax beginning to build quickly still being a little sensitive from your previous, you snake your hand down to your swollen clit, gliding your fingers across it. “Baby, I’m so close” You groan into Clyde’s mouth, as he gently wraps his metal hand around your neck so he can look into your glazed eyes, feeling your cunt fluttering around him. “Cum fer me, cum all over ma cock” He demands watching your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth hanging open letting out a shout of his name. Your hot, wet cunt gushes all over his cock, the rhythmic pulses of your pussy grip his cock like a vice. Clyde intensely throws his head back, shutting his honeyed eyes in pleasure as his orgasm begins to rush through his body. A couple more thrusts and his cock throbs wildly before shooting rope after rope of thick cum inside you. “O-oh fuuucccck, I love you” He moans as his climax hits him. “I love you too” you reply, moaning at the feeling of his warm load filling you to the brim. Taking a minute for the pair of you to get your breathing back to normal you lean your forehead against his, content in each other’s presence. Smiling at him before placing a peck to his plump lips moving your head back to see a wide toothy grin on his face. “Ya know what?” Clyde asks. “What?” You reply, pushing the hair from Clyde’s sweaty forehead before tucking it behind his ears to look at his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “Those stuffed toys are still fuckin’ creepy” He tells you, trying to keep a straight face. You laugh swatting at his chest, shaking your head then leaning back in for another sweet kiss.

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Mae’s relationship with The boyz

The boyz 12th member

Mae’s masterlist

a/n: happy new year everyone!! Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 🧡

Sangyeon 

They are a comforting presence for each other. Mae would trust her entire life to Sangyeon as he is someone she’s sure will never outright judge her or demand something she is not comfortable with. On the other hand, I can see him not worrying too much about her but being careful when her mood seems off, and asking what it was afterward so he’s sure she’s fine again. 

The girl usually laughs at his impersonations or weird jokes, which instantly put her into his goody list, and Sangyeon is very thankful for having someone that will hear his random rants without getting caught up in it. More often than not, you can see him standing on the sidelines, cheering for her when he’s aware she’s doing something she’s not very confident in.

Jacob

Becoming trainees at the same time might have been the best thing for them, seeing as they often struggled with the same stuff, and pushed the other through their rough times. Mae sometimes wonders where she would be if it weren’t for Jacob and his insane amount of patience. Also, their personality is very comparable and they’re both soft-spoken most of the time, deobis aren’t even surprised whenever they find out something else they have in common.

They made a habit of going to karaoke rooms before debuting as a way to both practice singing and his Korean but to also rest and have fun. After Kevin joined the company he went along as well and after they became rookies all of the members would occasionally join in on the trio.

Younghoon

Soft, just soft. Both together and for each other. When she’s around Younghoon, Mae actually becomes more clingy and he’s the only one she goes out of her way to show skinship with (back hugs are her favorite). He also gets easily entertained by her antics and likes to joke that he’s her bodyguard.

Vlive moments that usually lead to him making an unintentional innuendo and she gets embarrassed and leaves the room so she doesn’t have to explain what just happened. On that note, Mae doesn’t like helping with English that much because it usually leads the members to getting entertained by her accent, but she makes an exception to Younghoon

Hyunjae

His number one hobby is to make her embarrassed, and considering they, as well as Haknyeon, have been roommates for the longest time Hyunjae has a lot of material to share. He clings to her at every opportunity and is constantly nagging about the amount of clothes Mae has as well as the closet space they take.

Surprisingly or not, he often helps her with choreography and is overall a good listener. She’s also not that bothered by his antics and has grown comfortable enough to tell him to knock it off once she gets over them. Fans didn’t know they were as close until she answered “Hyunjae” when asked which of them she’d want as an actual brother. 

Juyeon

The “looks tough but is actually soft” duo. Over the years, he became her number one dance instructor seeing as he’s mostly calm and doesn’t really mind pulling extra hours to help her. We know how Juyeon usually babies Eric, and many fans think he’s like that to Mae as well, but on the contrary, he also prefers to be wary instead of butt in on her business. 

Having that said, when the girl shows even 1% discomfort or annoyance in general he’s the first one to step in and help her out. Mae usually feels weird that he acts like that but it usually comes in handy when the group is having a discussion and she needs someone to back her up and be on her side.

Kevin

Kevin has taken pride in being the main reason for her meme awakening. Before he arrived, Mae and Jacob were as close as friends could get, but as Kevin and the boy hit it off, Mae expected to be thrown into the sidelines. She couldn’t be more wrong, considering that he also made a lot of effort into keeping her close, thus beginning the “Kevin getting frustrated at Mae not getting his references” saga.

Lowkey, they just want to chill and listen to questionable music together. Highkey, he wants to get her to twerk with him (he’ll kiss the ground the day she does). Again, Mae is a good listener and often joins in on his random thoughts or simply goes along with whatever he’s doing.

New 

Random high note battles and both of them silently judging the others. Chanhee and Mae often fall into a cycle of complaining around but instead of tackling the matter with him she often does nothing, which makes him complain ten times harder. Objectively speaking, he’s the member who helps her the most with organizing her stuff and adulting in general.

The girl randomly drags him with her to the mall to people-watch or makes him do vlives with her just for the sake of it. For some reason, it took them a little while to find common ground but once they did, New became one of her go tos when it came to sharing struggles. On a random note, Mae thought his math tricks were an absolute scam and believed none of it until they were actually tested.  

Q 

Playfully bickering 24/7. They have many fake arguments, usually around her struggles with some choreographies and his lack of patience when it comes to teaching her. Two months after their debut he decided to let that job fall onto Juyeon and his life became a lot more fun. Around the release of Right Here he went back to randomly giving her tips but please don't leave them alone in a practice room.

When it comes to interests Changmin didn’t think they’d have many in common but after many movie nights, he was quick to find out Mae doesn’t really mind horror and thriller which made her perfect to watch them with him. She does, however, have a problem with the creepy-ass dolls and masks he buys and has sworn someday she will make a bonfire out of them.

Haknyeon 

99 babies and eternal roommates. They’re an interesting pair considering Juhaknyeon is more laid back and outgoing and Mae is - according to him -  more high maintenance. They did find common ground around the fact that they’re both foodies and 99s vlive mukbangs are a very constant thing.

Also, kind of random but he’s one of the members she would stand by without a second thought. Hak just tries his best to make any situation lively and the girl appreciates it a lot, especially when she’s having a tough time herself, so as gratitude she’s ready to fight anyone for him. 

Sunwoo 

The other person she would stand by without a problem. It doesn’t really help that Sunwoo acts like an absolute child whenever Mae is near and constantly clings to her like she’ll solve every trouble in the world (flash news, she won’t). The girl finds it kind of comical how he’s always giving her puppy eyes and just pushes his head out of the way for him to snap out of it.

Back to Younghoon when I said someone gets entertained by her accent, that is Sunwoo. He’s constantly repeating the way she says some words or asking her to help him say something, which he knows she doesn’t quite like but does it anyway. Also, not her go-to pastime, but random rap battles are always fun when they happen and they usually end up with one of them on the ground laughing. 

Eric

Aka the non-Canadian half of the English line. Also mildly entertained by her Aussie accent but doesn’t show it as often as Sunwoo. When they first met, Eric instantly decided they were going to be friends but once she figured it out it was too late and she couldn’t back down anymore (that’s what she says at least, deep down we know she enjoyed his company just as much).

Mae is the introverted friend to his outgoing self, she usually has to tell Eric to calm down because she grew tired of following him around or got very embarrassed by him randomly approaching a senior. Also worth mentioning he’s her number one hype person and has multiple times made her embarrassed by complimenting her in front of deobis or just random people. 

Former member: Hwall/Hyunjun

Fashion buddies. Mae has a habit of randomly dragging him to go shopping and they’ve got to the point of adding items into each other’s carts when they think the other might like it. They have a fun time just walking around and chatting as well, before debuting they’d often share what’s bothering them before getting ice cream to cheer up.

Due to different scheduling, it became harder to keep meeting up but Mae often does her best to sneak around into whatever he’s doing. Also, late-night phonecalls became more regular which led the members into believing she had a boyfriend before finding out it was just Mae catching up with him.

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When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you: Chapter 2

Summary: Derek spends the day with Alex in the ER and the two have a heart to heart.

A/N: This chapter took a turn I wasn’t expecting to take it and is going to be pre-polyamorous relationship.  I’m not gonna say with who because I don’t want to spoil it, but I’m sure it’s pretty obvious.  @honeybee-babe​, enjoy part 2!  You can also read this on Ao3 here.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,632

Alex found himself hooked up to an oxygen mask in the ER twenty minutes after Meredith led him out to the car with Dr. Shepherd in the chair next to the gurney, watching another intern try and stick him for an IV.

“Ow!  It’s an IV.  I’m not a damn pincushion you can just stab all willy nilly,” he hissed with a glare at the young blonde man.

“Sorry, you’re dehydrated.  Your veins are a little tough to get a line in,” the intern explained with a clipped tone as he finally got the IV inserted and a bag of saline hooked up.

“Dr. Shepherd, he’s probably going to be here for a few hours.  If you need anything, let me know,” the intern smiled at the neurosurgeon before shooting Alex a cocky smirk on his way out.

“Thank you.  You know you don’t have to be an ass to everyone that’s trying to help you,” Derek said to Alex with a teasing grin, the younger man giving him a glare in response.

“S-sorry, I just don’t like being poked and prodded,” Alex wheezed before another round of coughs caused him to lean forward.  He brought his left hand up to his chest to grip the gown he was wearing tightly in his fist as he tried to gasp at the air from the mask.

“Hey, try slowing your breathing down.  I know it’s tough.  But just focus on inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth,” Derek said as he reached out to hit the page button before he sat on the edge of the gurney, his right hand rubbing soothing circles onto Alex’s back.

Alex made a choked sound before he nodded rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on Derek’s voice.  He inhaled at the command before holding the breath for a few seconds, letting the motion calm his rapid heartbeat before he shakily exhaled.

“That’s it, slow, deep breaths.  They’re gonna start you on a breathing treatment to get this attack under control and then send you for a chest x-ray so see what’s going on in those lungs of yours,” Derek explained gently as the intern came back into the room with a nurse to start the medication for Alex.

“We’re gonna give him an albuterol treatment and then check on him in an hour to see how well the meds are doing,” the intern explained as he handed Alex the nebulizer, guiding the misting mouthpiece up to the surgical intern’s lips.  “Deep breaths of that.  I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to check on you.  Don’t die while I’m gone,” he smirked with a wink to Alex, his hand resting an extra moment on the other man’s shoulder before he headed out of the room.

“Someone seems to have a crush on you,” Derek teased with a smirk to Alex, watching the younger man in amusement as he blushed, though the fevered flush masked it rather well.

“Yeah, he’s cute, I guess,” Alex mumbled around the nebulizer mouthpiece before his eyes widened at what he said before he immediately focused on the blanket over his lap.  Avoiding Derek’s gaze, Alex started to play nervously with a loose thread, feeling the older doctor’s eyes on him the whole time.

“You know your friends aren’t gonna care if you like guys too.  Or just guys.  Meredith and the others really care about you.  I don’t think you could do anything that would keep them from loving you like family.”

Alex blinked back a few tears at Derek’s words, quickly wiping them away with the back of his hand before he took another shaky breath of the medicine.  He couldn’t cry.   Because he knew that crying would only make his asthma attack worse, which was the last thing he wanted.

“Shit.  Don’t cry.  I’m sorry if I brought up a sensitive topic for you.  You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.  And if you do, just know I’m here to listen,” Derek explained softly as he ran his hand over Alex’s upper back once more.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut before he shakily inhaled through his nose once more to compose himself, practically able to hear his heart pounding from nerves.  “I h-haven’t really let myself deal with those feelings yet.  It’s a lot easier for me to just shove those feelings down and sleep around with random chicks who I don’t actually care about.”

“That makes sense, especially since you’ve been hurt by people before. Let’s finish this conversation after all the albuterol gets into your lungs.  If you’re talking, the meds might not work as well.”  Derek smiled reassuringly at Alex, keeping an eye on the oxygen monitor to make sure Alex wasn’t wearing himself out by talking during the treatment.

Alex nodded tiredly before he settled back against the pillows on the gurney, fighting the sudden urge to lay his head onto the neurosurgeon’s shoulder.

He was feeling very relaxed by the older man’s presence and considering he didn’t have many friends, let alone many male friends, it made Alex nervous.  But Derek had the same effect on him that Meredith did.  The strong silent presence that made him feel completely safe and protected, a feeling he was not used to having, so allowing himself to be cared for was scary.

“Just rest.  I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere,” Derek whispered softly as he watched Alex start to doze off at the end of the breathing treatment, watching the other intern return to change the mask back to an oxygen one before the intern turned to Derek.

“Look, Dr. Shepherd, I’ve heard some things about him from the nursing staff.  But I think Dr. Karev is cute, and if he does somehow swing my way, can you give him my number?” the intern, who Derek mentally noted was named Jason, asked, holding out a piece of paper.

“First of all, he is your patient at this moment, so this is kind of inappropriate.  And second, he’s working through some things.  However, after he is released and he figures everything out, I might give him your number. After I let his friends interrogate you of course,” Derek said curtly, slipping the piece of paper into the pocket of his coat as Jason’s eyes widened before he quickly ducked out of the room. Mumbling something about coming back in an hour to give Alex another treatment after he’s sent for his chest x-ray.

“Thank you.  And you’re right.  I do close myself off because people have let me down.  I’ve always had to be the strong one for my family, so I don’t know how to ask for help.  And I’ve never had the opportunity to think about my own issues.  The fact that I push away male friendships.  I’m scared because what if I develop feelings for one of them and that friendship is ruined,” Alex whispered softly to Derek as he heard the door click shut.

“It’s easier to have female friends.  Especially ones I don’t have feelings for.  All they want is a guy that will listen to their problems and occasionally hook up with them.  It’s easy,” Alex laughed bitterly, the laughs turning into coughs as Derek adjusted the gurney, so Alex was elevated more.

“Hey, you’ve got male friends now.  You’ve got O’Malley?” Derek offered with a smile as he rubbed Alex’s back, reaching down to squeeze the younger man’s hand.  “And you’ve got me.  I don’t care if you like men, or women, or both.  I’m your friend, and you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

“I like both.  I’ve only had relationships with women, though.  But there is a guy I might like.  It might not be that intern, though,” Alex admitted as he dropped his gaze back to the blanket.

“What’s holding you back from asking this guy out then?  Other than you not being out?” Derek asked curiously with a tilt of his head, looking up with a smile when Meredith popped her head into the room.

“Hi!  How’s Alex doing?  Am I interrupting something?” Meredith asked curiously as she looked between Derek and Alex, smiling at Derek’s hand still over Alex’s.

“No.   You’re not.  Everything is fine.”

Alex quickly pulled his hand back from Derek’s as he looked between the two, scrunching his nose up in annoyance as he looked away.

“We were just having a pretty intense talk.  I was gonna tell Alex here that he’s not the only one who’s ever had a crush on his friend,” Derek explained with a kiss to Meredith.

“Ahhhhh, like your past relationship with Mark?” she teased him with a grin as he rolled his eyes in mild annoyance at his girlfriend.

“Yes, don’t remind me that my ex-wife and I had similar taste in men.  I try not to think about that,” Derek sighed with a laugh.

“Wait, you and Dr. Sloan?  But he’s such an ass.”

“He wasn’t when we were younger, and we dated.  Nowadays, yeah, he’s pretty cocky,” Derek nodded in amusement before he turned back to Alex.

“What I was going to say before Meredith came in though, was that you also don’t have to just date a single person.  Multiple people can be in a relationship together.  Which I what Addison, Mark, and I were in college.  Mer, I know you were talking this morning about maybe adding someone to our relationship.  I think that Alex needs us both at this time,” Derek explained, looking between his girlfriend and Alex, waiting for the two’s response.

“I think that is a perfect idea.  Alex?  What do you think?” Meredith asked her friend with a smile, gently squeezing his other hand as she waited for his response.