#not sure how far towards 'you just made that shit up' i'm straying with the headcanon but i fw it so whatever

[fairydares]

It really is forever important (and adorable) that Jellal refused to break up the fight between Chelia and Wendy during the GMG and simply opted to monitor the danger instead - to protect them, yes, but also their effort. Especially Wendy's.

It says a lot about the dedication he already had to Fairy Tail's spirit and aim, and his potential future role within the guild; he's very emotionally intelligent, and always seemed to understand when Wendy needed to be protected or pushed, or where to burgeon hope (as when he went to support Natsu in his fight against Zero). Just one way he's both a foil and parallel to Laxus, too...I view him as more of Fairy Tail's future "dark sentinel" and Laxus as more of its humbled-but-flashy leader.

[poguehearted77]

Imagine y’all just had the fight of your lives (maybe over his dumb gun or something equally Rafe), but later when you’re lying on opposite sides of the bed, he reaches out and pulls you close and says somthing cute or annoying idk And then, oh my GOD—it’s slow, emotional, and HOT because making up with Rafe would be next-level intense. please i NEEED😫😩

OH MY GOD YES. SOME SWEET RAFE AND EVEN SWEETER MAKE UP SEX AFTER A HUGE FIGHT. NEED IT.

#2 from my drabble game

smut: penetrative sex, some praise, I love you's, unprotected sex

Rafe is in deep shit.

You know that, he knows that-- hell, even your pet beagle, Poppy knew it. For once, she bolted away the moment the front door opened, and your oh-so-handsome, conniving and deceitful boyfriend walked in instead of running towards him.

Rafe is a dead man walking. How ironic would it be if he were to die at your hands with the very same gun he'd promised you he'd gotten rid of.

His body goes rigid when he sees the weapon in your palm. A nervous gulp falls down his throat as he does his best to stand tall. "Where did you get that?" That's what he asks you, he should've never opened his mouth.

You scoff immediately, carelessly angling it around as your upset mannerisms control your arms. "Get it? You mean where did I find it." He doesn't respond which is a wise choice.

"Mr. Montogommery called me earlier, he was looking for you--said you weren't answering your phone. He asked me to leave you a message," You're pacing now, and it made Rafe nervous. You're a little crazy, but so was he. It's why you went so well together.

"Like the good girlfriend I am, I opened your office drawer for a sticky note to leave on your desk, but what did I find? The same gun you told me would never be back in the house, Rafe are you serious?!" Your arms are flailing and he's half-certain he'll catch a stray by the end of the conversation.

He steps towards you with his hands up cautiously, "Baby, give me the gun, and we can talk about this." You snap, "No! Why should I? You don't trust me with it? Why because it's dangerous? Because it could kill you! You're right, Rafe. Why didn't I think of that sooner--oh wait, I did! And you fucking lied to me, Rafe."

Your voice is enraged and bouncing off the ivory-panelled walls of the house but it dies down to a shaky one as tears threaten to spill over the brims of your eyes. "Y/n-" He holds his hand out for you, but you give him the gun instead.

You execute a sharp pivot on the tips of your toes, ready to walk away from him but he finally speaks up and you stop--not turning around, standing still, anticipating. "I'm not getting rid of the gun." It's all he says.

Had you been in the mood, you would've turned around, lounged at him and strangled him, but no, you just kept walking.

Your bedroom is freezing that night, despite it being the middle of summer, and it only gets colder everytime you glance towards Rafe as he gets ready for the bed you begrudgingly shared.

Your expression remains sour, even in your sleep, no matter how far away from your boyfriend you are. There's enough room to fit a full-grown adult between you. The isolation was holding the production of your melatonin hostage, forcing you both to lay awake, backs facing each other but hearts reaching out.

Rafe flips onto his side, staring longingly at the back of your frame. He missed you and you were right in front of him. "Baby," His voice is soft, and the pet name lands on you gently, a testament that your anger has subsided a bit.

You turn over, choosing to lie on your back and face the ceiling. You deem that he's undeserving to see your face at the moment. "I've got another gun in my nightstand." You blamed your miscomprehension on the late hours of the night because surely he did not just say what you think he said.

Rafe can see the way your chest began to rise and fall at a much more shallow pace, he had about five seconds to start explaining before you turned on him. "I told you about my past. I've done some bad things. 'Burying the hatchet' doesn't exist for everyone, and I want to be prepared for anything. When I look at a gun now, it's not a weapon anymore, it's a tool. It's protection."

Your breathing slowed, a little. He takes it as a good sign. "I can't lose you. If something happened to you when I could've prevented it, I'd never forgive myself, and I know you know that." He's right. You did know that. He dedicated his life to you, making sure that you knew that. "I shouldn't have lied about getting rid of it, and I'm sorry."

Your breathing returns to its normal pace. You lay on your side, now facing him. "Fine." Rafe scoots closer to you, a small grin working its way on his lips. "Fine?" You nod, "Yeah, fine. I forgive you, this time, but don't you ever pull some shit like this again or so help me god I will-" He quiets you with a sweet kiss.

Well, it started sweet at least.

Now you're both watching him slide in. Your warm cunt wrapped around his length delightfully. "You're fuckin' perfect, too good f'me." He groans into your ear. His muscular arms cage you in, and you've decided you'd be more than happy to die between them.

Your soft moans bounced off his brawny chest and right back in your face, "Feels so good, Rafe-" Yougaspedp as he picked up the pace, hips rolling into yours for a much deeper angle. Your back arches off the bed slightly as sweat rolls down your back and sticks to the sheets.

It wasn't long before you were both chasing your highs. Rafe always sounded so fucking hot when he was close, his deep groans pitching up to breathless whines when you purposefully clenched around him, threatening him to fill you up unrestrained. Once you came, he pulled out and finished on your heaving stomach, catching your breath.

He doesn't get off of you just yet. He balances himself on one forearm as the other hand comes up to gently move the strands of hair from your face, "I love you," he means it, his eyes say it when his mouth does. "I love you".

[minhosimthings]

The Demon of Destruction || 18+

Synopsis: For the first night of the "Make Heeseung jealous" pact, you spend it with the devil incarnate, Park Sunghoon.

Pairings: detective!Sunghoon × fem!reader

Warnings: Smut minors Dni, dildo use, ab riding, swearing, use of aphrodisiac, mention of alcohol slightly drunk reader, fem!reader, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, mention of cheating, creampie, dom!Hoon, reader is called 'angel' and 'sweetheart', overstimulation

A/N: bonjour my babies. This is the first installment of the Lucifer series and I seriously cannot wait to start writing Jayeun's next. Also I am shit at writing riding I realised that whilst writing this so pardon me if you cringe Ii

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If there was one thing that Park Sunghoon would never have expected to ever happen to him, it was taking one of his best friend's wife to his home with the sole objective of luring her to his bed. Although he didn't have any objection towards it, it was rather peculiar now that he thought about it.

Glancing out the corner of his eye, Sunghoon caught sight of how eerily calm you were. Any other woman would have been biting her lips until they bled. Or perhaps making conversation with him at that point.

But no, you were just...silent, devoid of sound, as if you were a creature mute and deaf.

"If you don't want to go ahead with the plan anymore I'm fine with that." Sunghoon offered, snapping you out of your daze. The bourbon had a greater effect on you than you had thought.

"What—no, of course not." You said, looking at him for the first time since you climbed into his car, "Why would you think that?"

Sunghoon considered you for a while before answering. "No reason, angel."

The nickname made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Heeseung used to call you angel too.

•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•

"Welcome to my humble abode." Sunghoon whistled, opening the door of the cozy looking house for you. Your expectations of what his house would have looked like, was far different from the house you were standing in now. It was...homelier than you had expected.

"Are you sure you're not married?" You jested, taking off your coat, handing it off to Sunghoon, who hung it up at the door along with his own, "Any sensible woman would be all over this house, and you of course."

"As I said, I'm not that interested in a wife yet." Sunghoon said, guiding you to a small kitchen island, you had to squint in order to see your way through the dimly lit house.

"A drink for the lady?" Sunghoon offered, opening up a cupboard, "I've got whiskey, bourbon, and—" he stopped to look up at you and smirk, "—some special wine."

"What's so special about it?" You leaned against the counter, trying hard to look at him with seducing eyes, "Is it from France?"

"Jake got it for me." Sunghoon popped off the cork of the bottle with a quirk sound, "Apparently it's supposed to work in getting people..ahem-" he looked down, "Into the mood."

Aphrodisiac, you thought, you remembered Heeseung telling you about it once. He had wanted to buy some, before you scolded him, telling him that you were a big enough aphrodisiac for him. Once a laughable memory to you, seemed sadder now.

"Well?" Sunghoon snapped you out of your stupor once again, now nudging a glass of swirling maroon liquid into your hands. You hesitantly took the glass in your hands, inspecting it for a second, before downing it completely.

"Woah angel, slow down." Sunghoon took a sip from his own glass, "It won't work faster if you drink it faster."

Wouldn't it?, you wanted to question him, suddenly becoming hyper aware of Sunghoon's delicate features.

His hair fell perfectly onto his face in stray strands and his figure was strongly built, with slender waist and strong forearms, he almost looked feminine.

"Fuck..." You swore under your breath, holding your head in your hands, causing Sunghoon to look up worriedly. Setting his glass down and quickly walking over to you, he placed his hands on your lower waist before speaking.

"Alright there, sweetheart?"

"Yes I'm—fine." You forced out of your mouth, god did Sunghoon always smell this good?

Turning your body to his, your hands roamed over his stomach, and you could feel evident muscles through his thin shirt. Now that he had taken off his droopy coat, you realised how strongly built he really was.

"See something you like sweetheart?" His devilish smile came onto his face yet again, fueling the fire which kindled in your belly. Sunghoon's arms wrapped around your waist, eradicating the mere inches of air between you two.

One of his hands came up to your chin, his index lifting your dropping head up, as he examined it carefully. You could clearly feel the effects of the wine now, he looked so ethereal, whilst eyeing you up and down. He smirked once more.

"Let's go upstairs shall we, angel?"

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Heeseung wasn't the kind of man to let go of his treasures that easily. So why exactly he had give you up, Sunghoon couldn't get the answer to that question.

It was invigorating to Sunghoon to see you undress for him. Just one look from his eyes and your shirt was on the floor, the faint tear stains on it forgotten, why would you ever remember Heeseung when a much handsomer devil was in front of you?

So there you were, standing in front of Sunghoon in your petticoat, which barely hid the black of your bra and panties. Not that you wanted to hide it anyway, you thought, internally smiling at how Sunghoon was looking at you with bedroom eyes, before walking over to you with slow steps.

"Heeseung's an idiot for giving up such a beauty." Sunghoon said to no one in particular as he eyed you up and down once more, taking in your nakedness with his ravenous eyes.

His hand came down to your inner thigh, your frail petticoat letting him feel the soft skin before he moved to your stomach. He smiled to himself as he lifted your bra up higher, his hand smoothing over the soft warm skin. Sunghoon bit his lip, his eyes looming over your visible breasts.

"Are you already ravishing me without even touching properly, detective Park?" You chuckled, leaning closer to him. Sunghoon raised a brow.

"I never knew Lee Heeseung's wife would be so..." He trailed off in silence causing you to smile.

"So what?" You quizzed his bemused figure, "So... experienced?"

"I was about to say attractive." Sunghoon chuckled darkly, "But then again—" he let go of your waist, striding to his bed and sitting down at the edge, spreading his legs in a way that made your insides unconsciously burn, "Heeseung isn't a man who'd marry some lowly wench, is he Mrs Lee?"

"You're being brave by calling me that." You followed his footsteps upto the bed, promptly settling yourself down on his thigh, he shuffled a bit to make you more comfortable, "You haven't called me by my name even once since we've arrived here. You just keep calling me angel."

"Why shouldn't I call you angel?" Sunghoon smirked, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his thigh so harshly it made you wince, "Are you not one?"

"Poetic are you?" You scoffed, trying not to whimper at the distance between your lips and his, along with the added pressure of him keeping your clothed pussy firmly pressed to the fabric of his trousers, "Well, I'm no angel if you're expecting me to be one."

You didn't even get to blink an eye, before you felt your back land painfully against the soft matress. Sunghoon's hands burnt into the skin on your waist and his eyes raged with hellfire. He smelled of wet earth and rain on top of you, looking at you with hungry irises.

"Don't be an angel then." Sunghoon whispered, his jaw dangerously close to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips, "Just be a good girl for me yeah?"

Your hands found his stomach as his lips crashed onto yours. He was devouring you in every way possible, his breath coagulating yours, as he moved his sharp tongue across the flesh of your inner cheek. Your hands on the other side, were tracing his stomach. Through the thin cotton threads of his shirt, you could feel his muscles press against your palm as he kissed you, digging deeper with every moment.

"Sweetheart-" Sunghoon pulled away, you lifted your head slightly to catch his lips again, but he was quicker with his words, "-you've been groping my abs since forever now."

"Don't pretend like you don't like it." You scoffed, looking at him with a condescending expression. That devilish smirk came back to his face.

"Then why don't you get on them?" He asked, pulling away from you and instead lying down on the bed. His position was rather inviting, an unbuttoned shirt, (you had no idea how fast he had taken off his buttons), strong legs spread far apart, and a pretty face, illuminated by the faint moonlight.

You gulped heavily, hesitantly going near him, unsure of ether or not to get your ass onto his elysian figure. Sunghoon seemed to sense your nervousness, as he grabbed your arm and, with surprising strength, pulled you into himself.

As soon as your weight fell on his stomach, you mouth fell agape, and your face went down to make eye contact with him. You never noticed how beautiful Park Sunghoon's eyes were, they were always hidden under the guise of his rakish behaviour.

Sunghoon stops you for a second, motions for you to rise up slightly, and pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping cunt to the air.

“Just move your hips sweetheart,” Sunghoon said, his hands on your waist, helping guide your movements. You sighed in pleasure as you started to feel some pressure. He helped your grind on his chiseled abs, until you hit the correct spot, feeling your cunt practically mold onto his tummy.

“Good job, keep going angel.” He said letting you hold his shoulders for support. Seeing your mouth press into an 'o' shape made his carnivorous tendencies ignite on fire.

His hands float to your hips, encouraging you to continue. You drop back down on him, the feeling of your bare clit rubbing directly against the crests and troughs of his abs was indescribable.

Using his firm grip on your waist, Sunghoon pushes you further onto the sharp hills on his stomach, and you quicken your pace, the searing pleasure in your clit overwhelming you.

"Fuck angel," he says, which elicits a whine from you. "you look so fucking pretty like this."

Your back arches slightly at the sound of his praise, your pace quickening even more. His one hand moving upto your hair fists it tight, earning another whimper from you.

“Such a good girl, you're doing so good angel,” He said, now feeling subtle wetness stain his belly button.

“Oh fuck—I-uhh-“ you moan, going faster on Sunghoon's muscled tummy.

“You gonna cum angel?" Sunghoon asks, a mocking tone to his voice that turned you on even more, that his handsome carved face, like the muse of God's scribe himself.

“F-fuck I’m so close, Hoonie” You whimper, your mouth hung open as you breathe hard. Hearing the nickname, Sunghoon jerked his hips up slightly, making you let out a tiny scream at the stimulation on your raw cunt.

“Cum for me angel.” Sunghoon says. With a few more movements, you were cumming, your back arching into his chest as you felt your pussy get drenched.

You nearly screamed as it hit you so strong your body expelled him, along with your wet release. He was quick to move his hips up again, his cum-coated stomach making you feel things you had never felt before, pushing them into you with a loud squelch. Your senses were on overload.

Sunghoon was consuming your entire being. You could feel every inch of him and you didn’t want to stop. Your core began to tingle, feeling another orgasm approach you, reducing you to a blubbering mess.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made angel,” Sunghoon taunted as you came drastically all over his stomach, "messy girl aren't you?"

Sunghoon carefully gripped your waist and lowered you onto the bed, chuckling at how wet his tummy felt. Of all the women he fucked, you were certainly on the topmost tier.

"Wait a tick for me." You thought you had seen him wink at you, but you weren't sure due to the silent darkness, the only noise coming from the rise and fall of your chest. You heard Sunghoon open his bedside drawer, with a creaking noise.

As you relaxed into the sheets, trying to ignore Sunghoon's shuffling around the drawer, you saw him from the corner of your eye, finally taking something out from it. You could see the shape of something easily recognisable in his hands.

"Do you know what this is, angel?" Sunghoon's hands rested flat on either side of your head as he got on top of you once more, waving the dildo in your face, "Of course you do," he answered his own question, "Heeseung wouldn't have let such a good pussy go without one would he?"

"That asshole couldn't have fucked me better even with a dildo." You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "do you just have a market of toys in that drawer?"

"Let's just say a lot of women like the foreplay." You could see him smirk even in the darkness, "I mean if you don't want it, I can put it bac-"

"No that's not what I meant!" You panicked, grabbing his arm. You wondered what about your tone of voice made Sunghoon laugh out loud and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. If anyone asked you later on whether you have felt butterflies or not, you'd had said no.

"Lay down for me angel." His voice was gentler now, a beautiful facade to his internal desires.

Sunghoon places the dildo on your clit and he starts to slowly rub it using the toy while you moan loudly. Moving the toy up and down your pussy, your sinful symphonies become louder, as Sunghoon watched the juices spill from your pussy causing him to groan at the sight. He thrusts the dildo harshly into your walls, and with the slightest touch of the material to your clit, you moan louder than before.

“S-Sunghoon—fuck, I'm-” You moan out as a slap echoes in the room and you feel a sting against your ass cheek. Sunghoon's hand repeatedly thrusts the dildo into your walls, making you wish fervently for his cock to replace it instead. He turns the pace up again as you moan even more while he continues to thrust the dildo in and out of you.

"Aww you want to cum?” he asks, as you struggle beneath him, he wasn't allowing you the pleasure he promised. Your breath came unsteady, fulfilling the reticent desires of Sunghoon's sadistic side.

"speak up, angel, I can't hear you." Sunghoon whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. You quickly pursed your lips, letting yourself make only muffled sounds. but you didn't last long, as every thrust and every inaudible whimper seemed to forcefully open your mouth from the inside.

"so pretty.." Sunghoon trailed off, laughing at your pleasured pain, "You want to cum hm?"

"Sunghoon-"

"Beg for it, come on." He commanded, "Beg me to let you cum, go on."

You weren't ready to give in that easy, but Sunghoon knew that. With a slick, carefully placed flick of his wrist, the slightly sharp end of the dildo touched you in a place that could have made you reach heaven and come back.

"Fuck—Sunghoon please!" You cried, tears falling down your face at the stimulation, "Please—let me cum.."

"Well if you say so." Sunghoon chuckled as you could do nothing but nod and after a few minutes of using the dildo, he takes it out of your pussy, pressing it in again.

You finish for a second time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you.

Your juices coat the top of the dildo as you moan raucously, feeling ribbons of cum shoot onto the dildo, making Sunghoon smirk in evident pride.

Your arms grab his, as your chest arches into his mouth, hot and wet. You feel as his mouth comes off of the swollen bud as he removes the toy from your pussy, giving you pain and pleasure at the same time.

You were a mess at this point-- your hair was all tangled and you were a flustered mess full of scratches and hickeys on your tits where he had taken them into his mouth. Sunghoon placed a firm slap on your ass, which made your dripping cunt clench around nothing.

"Can you take more, angel?" He whispered to you, smoothing your hair out with his hand.

Sunghoon didn’t give you enough time to answer over his words as his lips crushed to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth as his hands roamed over your body. His roaming hand grabbed your hair as he ripped your face off himself. He looked down at you as you breathed heavily from his attack on your mouth.

"Hoonie~" you moaned into his mouth, "Want—your cock—please."

That was all it took for Sunghoon to practically rip off his belt and trousers, now laying on the floor, with their owner on top of you. Your throat went dry at the sight of his cock, hard and pulsing, the head of it angry red, glistening with precum.

He pulled back slightly, positioning his cock at your entrance and grabbed a fistful of your hair, stretching your upper body closer to him, putting you into an unnatural position.

His body was perfect, lean and muscular, strong and sharp features etched onto his body that looked straight out of a painting.Your gaze wandered over his arms, his chest and down his waist, hips and strong legs; every detail and body part burning into your mind.

You pant heavily, gasping for air as his large cock stretches your insides. His eyes are darkened but a cocky smirk remains. Achingly slow he pumps in making your eyes roll back, groaning at the sight of your mouth slack and panting.

His hips were moving slowly, with deep hard thrusts that made you moan with each push. His hips were doing most of the work, the thrusts were deep enough and hard enough for you to melt against the bed but enough to make everything shake under your skin as you were taking everything he gave you.  Sunghoon was not going fast, which made you wonder for a split second if he wished to. 

"Yes….Hoonie…FUCK!" You mewled as he hit that spot inside of you, hearing him growl for a moment as he was still fucking you deep into the mattress. His hand that was holding your thigh was in a tight grip, not letting you faint as you clung onto his back of dear life, feeling your nails almost break the skin as your moans were getting louder and more vocal. 

His rhythm was consistent, not slowing down or going too fast just to drive you insane as you felt that feeling of an intense orgasm come over you again. 

 "I'm c-close, Hoonie—" You were moaning into his neck as he huffed and stopped his thrusts. You were about to protest at him, teetering right on the edge of that pleasurable fall when he moved swiftly once again. 

Still inside of you, he leaned back a bit and scooped you in his arms, bringing you closer to him. You let out a noise of pain as you felt his entire girth penetrate deep inside you.

As you threw back your head and moan loudly, it dawns on you how very fragile-mannered Heeseung has fucked you. Your hips tremble as your body tenses, the ragged breath escaping your mouth cuts through your symphony of whines.

"Hoonie~Sunghoon—I can't!"

"Yes you can." Sunghoon groans as he feels you clench around him tighter than ever, "Be a good girl for me, angel and take it."

 The knot in your stomach tightened and snapped, your walls spasming and clenching around him as you released all over his cock that was buried deep inside of you. You were seeing stars and your body was shaking from the intensity. 

His cock jerks around against your walls once, twice, before he’s creaming, filling you up with ropes of hot cum. He thrusts deeper into you, a melody arising from both your moans as you felt him inside your very soul.

Soft pants and deep breaths invaded the space around you, not a word being spoken. You stayed like that for only a few seconds, catching your breath as you both came down from your highs. He then carefully pulled out, muttering a string of curses and an unheard comment about the the mess you both made off of his sheets.

"Come on angel." Sunghoon muttered under his breath, in a barely audible voice, not that you were listening anyway, "Let's get you cleaned up."

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"Tea?" Sunghoon offered you, your second cup of the night, "People say I make the best tea of all the precinct."

"Alright I trust you." You laughed, taking the mug in your hands and relaxing into the atmosphere of the cozy kitchen island, clad in a robe, you had no idea where Sunghoon got it from.

Calm silence followed, wherein you and Sunghoon sipped tea from your respective mugs. Yours had a 'To Uncle Sunghoon' on it, along with what looked like a child's drawing. You giggled to yourself. A gift from Sunghoon's beloved nephew, no less.

"Can-can I ask you something if you don't mind?" Sunghoon asked, and you noticed, that for the first time, there was no cocky tone to his voice.

"Go ahead." You smiled, "Unless it's about my first night with Heeseung."

"No no." Sunghoon laughed, taking another sup of his tea, his lips stained pink from all the kissing that had taken place, "I wanted to ask—how is it like, being married?"

You were taken aback by his question. Park Sunghoon, perhaps the last person on earth, who would ever think of marriage, was asking you about it? Had the bees stopped producing honey today?

"Well, I can't say," you started, "It's different for each person, you know. And, as time goes on, it changes. Which in my case-" you let out a cold laugh, "-is very evident."

Sunghoon was quick to put his hand on yours, giving it a tiny squeeze, along with a warm smile.

"You know who was really upset when he found out about...ahem.. your situation?" Sunghoon suddenly said, intriguing you.

"I don't know—Jay?" You said, realising you were right when you saw Sunghoon's expression, "Oh. Wait—Jay? You're not joking?"

"Y/N, trust me if you saw how much that man was brooding over it, you'd think he was your husband, not Heeseung." Sunghoon chuckled, downing the last bits of his tea, "Would you like to head to bed?"

Though you fell asleep soundly that night, wrapped in Sunghoon's surprisingly soft arms (now that the effects of the wine was over), you kept pondering over his words.

Jay—worrying about you? It was a heart thumping thought, which made you feel like what warm winter suns felt like. Jay Park, you sighed to yourself, before going off to sleep.

The day after tomorrow seemed too far away.

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[slippinninque]

💔The Sudden Goodbye 🫂

Koji Shimazu x blackfemreader

In which you do not give Koji a choice...

warnings: cursing, a bit angsty maybe, brief mention of infertility, breaking up, waaay before Tanoshī Yoru

"You're here."

"I can't stay."

You both spoke at the same time, then went quiet. Koji looked good in his suit with his hair perfectly cut and coiffed. He wasn't wearing his glasses, you wondered if he finally got contacts.

You knew how you looked. Dark and tactile, you were only fit to hang in the shadows unless you would be spotted.

Caine and John did all they could to give you this chance, this final chance to see Koji.

Koji stepped forward to close the distance between you. You flinched away as you worried about getting him dirty--Koji only followed until you were cornered against the wall of rose heads.

"Wait..." You mumbled before you were even sure of what he was doing. Koji's arms went around you and your heart ached.

Your arms coiled around his waist and you held on, this was already going to far. You could only imagine the shit show if you spotted.

"I tried to find you." Koji said pulling your hood down to press his cheek to your braids, "I looked all over but-this--what's happening..."

"I know, listen, you don't have to explain anything to me. Your... father came to me."

Koji pulled away and before he could speak, you shook your head.

"He didn't hurt me or anything, he was cool. For the most part. He explained things."

"That wasn't his place--"

"But mine isn't here with you," You cut in, "He told me everything. Your family needs this to work. 'the Shimazu clan cannot have another upset'. "

Koji twitched at the repeat of his father's words. Probably said to him as he was raised from a boy to a man, the same words said to turn you towards reason.

Kotaru Shimarzu was mean but he did not mince words. At least two generations went into righting an embarrassing involvement of a failed coup.

The bride's family name was heavy-- they had a spare daughter, the Shimazu's had an upstanding son. It was set in ink just as Koji was sent to the States.

"Simple maths that has no room for anomalies such as yourself."

Kotaru had met your glare with of his own, "I know my son. Do not be selfish and ruin him."

Koji's head dropped onto your shoulder, defeated.

"You only hid from me because you knew. You know, even now."

You arms went around Koji as you put up no protest or excuse.

Koji would have given it all up for you had he known. If Koji got to you before his father did?

His potential, his family's status, the favor. All of it would have been forsaken for a stray who couldn't even give him a family in return. Kotaru got you there, the asshole, you would have been selfish.

"You're a man of your word. It was safe enough once the vows were made."

Koji's jaw clenched and as you weren't surprised by the anger you seen. You both knew you were right, though.

You forced a smile and briefly touched his face, "I've only come to say goodbye, anyway. At least, for a little while."

Until we stop loving each other like this...

Koji's wet eyes trained on a spot somewhere over your shoulder, "I don't want this. Any of it."

"I know...but it's all we can do, right?"

Koji kissed you and whimpered. Koji would be a good husband because he was a good man.

You knew he would honor his wife, respect their union, you couldn't be there to tempt him. To sway or influence would lead to the undoing of years of sacrafice.

You couldn't let him choose you.

"You have to go back," you breathed and Koji made a low pained noise as your foreheads met, "I've been here too long."

"Not yet, I need something. I'm not letting you go when you've just come back..."

Time was running out. How long could the fucking groom be missing anyway? What else could there be you could give him?

"I'll tell you where I am, I'll keep that promise." You made him look you in the eye, "You must never come, though. No matter what you hear--never come."

"You would ask that of me?"

"To make all of this worth it? Yes. Yes, Koji."

A burst of conversation drifted past the cracked doors to the balcony and the two of you stilled as it passed. The reception was in full swing now with the sounds of music and laughter drifting in and out of your bubble.

Caine must have had a time with getting Koji a moment alone. Still holding his gaze, you spoke quickly.

"We'll part as we met. One promise, one debt. I'll promise to tell you where I am when you promise not too seek me out."

"And the debt?"

"Since I'm giving you this," you inclined your head towards the door, "You owe me a good life with it. So you must live long, eat well. Protect that family of yours. That is what I am owed."

Koji shook his head sadly but chuckled wetly. He nodded. It was small but you swiped a thumb over his hot cheek as he asked,

"And what's owed to me? When can I have what I want?"

Helplessly shrugging, you had no answer. What he said was the truth. It was all horribly wrong to Koji and that was the worst thing of it all.

Koji loosened, shoulders rounding as a harsh exhale left him.

"In forgiving you... I am owed your happiness," his voice cracked, "You must live. You must be loved and you must remain free."

Your lips trembled as you searched for anything to say in the face of the heart breaking before you.

"I --

"Pretty sure ol' Koji is sneaking in a cigarette somewhere--don't tell him I said anything..."

Caine's voice faded away and your weakness with with it. To make it all worth it, to make everything right--you could not be seen. Caine was your final warning, it was time to go to meet John parked a few blocks down.

Koji understood the desperate look on your face. He grabbed your hands, and kissed them hard. He closed his eyes and spoke to your knuckles,

"If you are ever in need..."

"...I'll let you know where to find me."

The tears won. You took your hands away, pausing adjust his lapel and to fix his hair into a more relaxed style. This moment of seeing him beneath the bright moon, you would carry in your heart.

With his eyes closed, you kissed Koji.

You were gone before the taste of salt touched his lips.

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[1heartfanfics]

Tarlos (9-1-1 lonestar) Sickfic pt. 2

If you haven't read the first part it is linked here: Part 1

Depictions of vomit below the cut (and in the link above)

T.K. was woken up by Carlos lurching out of his arms to lean over the side of the bed with a harsh gag.

"Shit," T.K. said under his breath. He didn't know how much time had passed but judging by how tired he felt, he doubted it had been long. He tried to blink his eyes awake as he scooted over to wrap an arm around Carlos's chest. He'd looked like he was about to spill out of the bed.

"I've got you baby," he said, taking more of Carlos's weight as he leaned further over the side to heave and retch over the trash can. There was nothing left for him to bring up, but his body clearly hadn't gotten the message.

"I-can't-" Carlos gasped in between gags, moaning in pain as his stomach continued to clench.

"Try to breath honey, you're all worked up right now," T.K. said, wrapping his arm tighter around Carlos and rubbing his other hand up and down his back. "Breathe with me, okay? You're done, you're all done."

Carlos let out a sob as he went almost completely limp, body spent. Thankfully T.K. had already been supporting a lot of his weight, and was able to prevent him from falling off the bed and pull him back up. Tears streamed down his face.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's all gonna be alright baby," T.K. shushed gently, pulling Carlos into his arms and holding him.

"No-I-wait-" Carlos protested, weakly pushing away from T.K. to turn back toward the trash can on the floor.

"There's nothing left baby, you're empty I promise," T.K. shook his head, holding him tightly to keep him where he was.

"I feel so sick," Carlos shook his head, trying to push away again.

"Hey, hey listen, I know, okay? But I promise you, there's nothing left in your stomach to throw up. And even if you did, it would not be the worst thing I've had on me, not by far," T.K. explained.

That seemed to be enough to convince Carlos because he relaxed into T.K.'s arms. Carlos's shaky breaths slowly calmed, his stomach along with it. He still felt horrible, but the overwhelming nausea had receded for the moment.

"Think you could try and go back to sleep?" T.K. asked after a while.

"I don't know," Carlos answered honestly. He was exhausted, but he wasn't sure that his stomach would let him sleep. His whole body was starting to ache too.

"Do you want to go watch some tv out in the living room then?" T.K. suggested, hoping that a distraction could help him get back to sleep.

"Okay," Carlos nodded. "You don't have to," he added, feeling horrible for keeping T.K. up practically all night after his long shift. Even though the thought of going through this alone made him want to cry again.

"No.. I'm not just going to leave you to fend for yourself when you're so sick baby," T.K. shook his head.

"I'm sorry.." Carlos said miserably, sitting up in T.K.'s lap to drop his head into his hands.

"Hey, look at me," T.K. said, gently tilting Carlos's head up by his chin. "I want to take care of you okay? And yeah, I am tired, but I'm okay. I'll probably just fall asleep on the couch out there, that way I'll wake up if you need me," T.K. said.

"Okay," Carlos sniffled, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. T.K. reached up to wipe them away with his thumb.

"Okay," T.K. said, smiling softly at his boyfriend.

He helped Carlos carefully get off the bed and slowly trudge out to the living room. T.K. helped get him settled on the couch with his pillow and a blanket, then set the trash can up in front of him again, just in case.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, turning the tv on.

Carlos just shrugged, looking horribly pale in the light from the tv. T.K. turned on grey's anatomy, one of Carlos's guilty pleasure shows, then set the remote on the coffee table where Carlos could reach it if he wanted to. Then he climbed onto the couch behind him.

"I probably am going to fall asleep soon baby, but please wake me up if you need anything okay?" T.K. said as he wrapped his arms around Carlos, who curled up to him in turn.

"Mmm," Carlos hummed against T.K.'s chest.

T.K. kissed Carlos's forehead, then brought a hand up to card his fingers through Carlos's curls, hoping to put him to sleep before he fell asleep himself.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Lonely Hearts Club - 2

The coffee shop au continues!!

Oh, we're bumping the rating from M to E. Nothing has HAPPENED yet but Gavin has a lot of thoughts and just... yeah, we might as well bump it right now because I'm working on chapter 3 and this has gotten STEAMY. <3 <3

Gavin/David/Asher DAVINSHER

Fic from the start on ao3.

tags: flirting, non-magical au, getting together, lots of tension, we're getting steamy

The Lonely Hearts Club - 2

David tried not to smile when Gavin walked into his café that afternoon.

He stepped right up to the counter, oversized sweater hanging on his shoulders, showing off neck and collarbone. The sleeves hung down to his knuckles, his palm on the counter when he leaned over it and ordered today’s challenge. “Mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino with two shots of espresso, 2 pumps of raspberry, and strawberry purée.”

David screwed up his face. “Seriously?”

“It’s going to be amazing. Assuming you can make it, of course…”

“Fuck you. You know I can. What size? Don’t answer that. You’re getting a grande.”

“With almond milk,” he added, beaming.

“Of course.” He rang it up. “You’re not going to order his drink too?”

Gavin’s smile grew. “And deprive him of getting to talk to you? Never.”

David rolled his eyes at the weird joke and started working on the order. The door chimed and he cast a glance toward it, expecting to see Asher. The two had been coming in together since that rainy day a month ago. They didn’t arrive together, but they were meeting up. David was happy to see it. Asher had been a regular for a couple years but this last one he’d been… down? Off? He just hadn’t seemed happy anymore. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. His shoulders sagged and his gaze was far away.

The worst had been that rainy day when he just stood there, like he hadn’t even heard David ask if he wanted his usual. And then he’d ordered coffee! Just regular coffee. David was torn between worry about him and being peeved he was using perfectly good coffee like a damn punishment. Watching him sip and cringe grated his nerves like nothing before ever had. Why? Why was he doing that? Why hadn’t he just ordered what he liked?

David hadn’t been able to stand it and made him his usual, swapping them out.

He’d then drank Asher’s coffee. He told himself it was not to be wasteful.

But in the weeks since, Asher had become himself again. Or at least, as much of him as David knew. He seemed happy, bounding in and converging with Gavin at what had become their usual table. David wasn’t sure if they were dating or not. They were definitely flirting but it seemed limited to words and stray touches.

He hadn’t realized how much he was looking forward to seeing Asher join Gavin at the counter until he looked up and saw someone else pushing their way in.

His ex had their mouth pressed tightly and a box in their arms.

Oh shit.

His heart clenched and heat rushed his face, but he tried not to show any of it.

They marched up to the counter but instead of ordering anything, they dropped the box with a heavy thump.

Yep. That was happening.

“I told you I’d be by the get it…” David said.

“I have plans tonight and you’re not invited,” they shot back.

He nodded, accepting this. Despite all their efforts to make it look like they were dumping him this last week, he had actually been the one to initiate the breakup. They were hurt and he accepted that. If this made them feel better in any way, then he’d take it. They weren’t a bad person and he wanted the best for them, but it just hadn’t felt right. They wanted to move in together, to plan a future, and he wasn’t seeing it. He didn’t want to waste their time just because it was more comfortable to stay in than get out. It wouldn’t have been right. He steamed the milk. “Okay.”

They glared at him for a second longer before turning and marching back out, somehow slamming a whisper door behind them.

The silence after them was dramatic as hell, because Gavin was standing right there—letting that silence stretch until David glanced at him. He smiled, like he’d just walked in on something he shouldn’t have seen.

��Shut up,” David mumbled.

Gavin shook his head, still smiling. “Sorry. Sorry. But damn, you’re cold.”

David poured his drink and then handed it off to him.

Gavin took it but sidestepped back to the front counter, looking down into the box. “Is this one of those on again off again relationships?” he asked casually, sucking at the straw and eying David’s things.

David felt exposed in a way that made his skin warm and tight, but he didn’t snatch the box back just yet either… “No.”

Gavin nodded, leaning forward to see around some of those objects but not moving any, eyes widening a fraction.

What was in the box? What had he left at their place to be returned? A hoodie maybe?

“How long were you together?”

“Almost six months.” Why was he answering?

Gavin’s gaze flicked up from the box to David. “Interesting… So, you wanna join our club now?”

“What?”

“The Lonely Hearts Club.”

David rolled his eyes and grabbed the box, pulling it off the counter. It was heavier than he expected. He glanced down into it. A hoodie, some games, the headphones he’d given them for their birthday, and… His face felt like it was one fire when he shoved the box under the counter, the sex toy rolling heavy at the bottom.

Gavin’s gaze was waiting for him, that grin fucking wolfish.

“I’m not really looking to jump into another relationship right now,” he grumbled and, again, wondered why he was even answering the questions. He didn’t have to. He knew that.

Gavin sucked his drink from the straw and then swallowed a large gulp.

David narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what the other man was doing and refusing to gawk the way Asher did.

“It’s more of a friends without relationships club. So far, it’s just been sexting and flirty coffee dates… but we’re going to a club this weekend. You could join… if you were interested, of course. No strings. Nothing serious.”

David defaulted to a skeptical frown.

Gavin didn’t seem the least bit put off by it, but he didn’t press either. He grabbed one of the napkins and a pen, writing his number down. “Think about it. If you’re not into us, that’s totally okay and I promise not to bring it up again, okay? But if you are… well… if you are interested, you are currently missing out on some incredible voicemails from Asher…”

The door chimed again and this time it was Asher.

-

Gavin turned around to see Asher walk up to the counter. His black work t-shirt hugged his shoulders and his hair a perfect mess. He’d come straight from work. So far, they were still keeping their meetings to this coffee shop. It had been their way of going slow—of being friends developing benefits rather than a one-night stand.

Not that it had taken them more than a week to go from flirty texts to sexy texts to pictures and audio that couldn’t be called anything but pornographic. The first time Asher sent him an audio clip, late at night, breathy and riled up, Gavin had gone hard instantly. He’d goaded him on—wanting to hear more—telling him what he wanted him to do and then waiting breathlessly for the response—for the audio of Asher touching himself and whining. Fucking whining! The sounds he made…

Gavin’s dick twitched in his jeans just thinking about it, so he quickly pushed the memory aside. Not that Asher made it easy when he hugged him.

“The usual?” David asked just before Ash was about to order.

He grinned and nodded, pulling his wallet out. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Gavin took another sip off his drink and his thoughts strayed to the box David had under the counter… the one with a decent sized dildo rolling around at the bottom. Was it David’s? Or was the ex trying to rekindle something? By the way he’d blushed and put the box away when he saw it, Gavin had to wonder if it was David’s. He pushed away the mental images of the barista working that thing into himself. He’d let himself think about it if decided to join their little club…

When Asher had his drink, they walked over to their table, talking about their day. He’d tell Ash about inviting David to join them later. At least it was in his court now. He could decide if he was interested and they would leave it at that.

Asher’s knees bumped against his under the table. “You’ve officially been invited hiking,” he told him.

Gavin laughed, thinking he was joking and then stopped when he realized he wasn’t. “Wait. Really? Why?”

Asher laughed. “Because I was talking about you to Huxley and Damien. I told you Hux is all about hiking and camping.”

Gavin blinked. “Yeah but why me? I mean. You didn’t tell them I was an outdoorsman did you?” He grinned as soon as he said it, considering all the ways in which he could definitely consider himself an outdoorsman… He definitely didn’t hate the idea of being in the woods with Asher, maybe fucking him against a tree… “Wait, are they swingers?” That would make sense.

Asher was grinning now. “No, they definitely aren’t. I don’t know. They just want to meet you, I guess. Well, Huxley wants to meet you. Damien wants to make sure you’re not a criminal.”

“Who says I’m not?”

Asher bumped their legs together. “You don’t have to, of course. I’m just telling you, I was told to invite you.”

Gavin nodded, hooking his legs around one of Asher’s under the table. “I’m glad you’re getting back to normal with them.” And he meant it. Asher had looked so sad when he’d talked about how things used to be with his friends and how it had sort of all gone to shit during his last relationship. But those friends had still been there for him when he needed them.

Asher nodded and leaned back into his seat. “Me too.”

They were going out this weekend and Gavin was looking forward to it more than he’d looking forward to anything in a long time. But it was less and less about the atmosphere and more about getting to be there with Asher. He wanted to see him on a dance floor—wanted to see how he flirted with strangers—and how he felt pressed against him in a crowd. The plan of their little two-man club was to go out, to flirt with other people and each other, and then go home together. They were officially not looking for relationships.

“Come over,” Gavin said, surprising them both.

Asher blinked, raising one eyebrow. “What? Like scoot around the table?” He beamed, something devious glinting in his eyes. “We agreed not to fuck around at the café and if I sit next to you…”

Gavin grinned, leaning forward. “Come home with me tonight.”

Asher’s smile wavered, but something burned in his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Unless you don’t want to?”

“I do,” he said, fast enough to blush at how it came out.

Gavin slid an arm across the table to touch the back of Asher’s hand. “I want to kiss you,” he said. It was the tip of the iceberg when it came to the things he had planned for Ash, but it was also the start.

Asher had that deer in the headlights look that made Gavin’s heart pound.

“Do you know how many times I’ve come thinking about you this month?” he asked, voice low, and reveled in the way Asher swallowed, breath coming a little faster. Could he get him to make some of those sounds right here just talking?

“Really?”

Gavin huffed a laugh. How could Asher not know how hot he was? “Yes. I’m half-hard just sitting across from you.”

The door chimed when more people came into the café.

Asher bit his bottom lip, dragging his eyes over Gavin like he was considering him. Gavin waited, not for a second doubting his own appeal, or that Asher was interested, but hanging on those lips and what he’d say next. Fuck, he wanted to make him whine… “Okay,” Asher said, a confident smirk pulling at one side of his mouth. “But I should probably tell you now…”

Gavin waited that split second, holding his breath.

Asher grinned. “I’ve got stamina for days.”

Gavin exhaled a laugh, nodding. “I can work with that.”

“And—” he started but hesitated, a flicker of something uneasy stealing the cocky attitude he’d just been leaning into. Like maybe he wasn’t sure if this was a good thing to say?

“And?” Gavin encouraged. He was pretty sure at this point, he had seen and done just about everything. Whatever Asher wasn’t sure about, he could handle.

Asher nodded to himself, like deciding to just say it. “I can… go multiple times.”

Gavin blinked. “Go?” he said and watched that mix of devious excitement and unease in Asher. Go. Multiple times? “Are you serious?”

Asher winced, shrinking in front of him, the excitement being snuffed out by the unease.

Gavin caught his wrist on the table. “How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times can you go in a session?”

Asher exhaled some relief even on his confusion, shrugging. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve tested it…”

Gavin felt his grin growing out of control. “Oh, we’re going to find out.” He stroked his thumb across Asher’s wrist, wanting to kiss that spot. “What’s your personal record?”

Asher blushed and Gavin thought he felt that pulse jumping under his thumb. “Four?”

Gavin groaned, shooting up from his chair with Asher’s wrist still in one hand and his drink in the other. “Let’s go, pretty. We should get started if you’re going to make it to work tomorrow…”

Asher laughed, happy to be tugged along toward the door.

Gavin tossed David a wave over the line of customers he had and was pleasantly surprised when the beautiful grump cocked his head back in acknowledgement.

[wrongcaitlyn]

Do you plan on making the talk ur talk universe a trilogy? If you do, then YAYYY MORE FAMOUS NICO, and if you don't, then YAYY I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR

this is HILARIOUS bc i was actually DEEPLY CONSIDERING IT. like. just a few weeks ago. see the thing was i made this playlist, and i was super into it, and i was like, well shit, i already have the rest of this outlined- would i be willing to go on further???

i'll give the gist of it here: basically a majority of the first fic was around the start of his career. this fic is centered around this one album that will come out in a long long time toward the end of the fic + the seven memoir.

the third fic WOULD (heavy emphasis on would bc i'm still not so sure abt it) be centered around the egot.

in case you don't know what that is, it's basically like this prestigious thing where you've won an emmy (tv shows), grammy (music), oscar (movie), tony (musical theatre)

i once responded to this comment on talk ur talk asking whether i was intending on nico ever achieving egot status and i said no, because i don't really see him straying too far from what he's doing rn - he writes music because he loves it, and for the art, not for the prestige, but that i could definitely see apollo getting an egot sometime in the future bc i had mentioned him already having an emmy, grammy, and oscar, so he would just have a tony left and lets be real he would slay on broadway

but then i got into this mini hyperfixation on - if nico were to ever receive egot status - how would he do that?? grammy's are a given, and i went down this rabbit hole for how he could win the others, sticking to the fact that he adamantly refuses to act

oscar would be easy, best original song - something like "no time to die" by billie eilish (which won the award) or "yellow flicker beat" by lorde are movie songs that i 100% think he could write

for the emmy's there's an award for like best documentary pop culture or something like that (i can't find the doc where i put all this in but trust that i did the research at some point) which he could def do, or something that like he collaborated with apollo for - a documentary of some sort

and here's where the mini hyperfixation came in - the tony. now here's the thing i don't actually know a lot abt musical theatre. i was in like two musicals in middle school and that's it. so i did a deep dive on all the musicals that have won tony's, listened to a few soundtracks, found out that the lightning thief got TOTALLY SNUBBED???

and then fell down the hadestown rabbithole

so i'll just leave this info right here - i gave so much detail bc i'm still not rlly sure if i ever want to go into this?? simply bc i *do* know quite a bit abt pop music/production from watching videos and documentaries and stuff, but i'm really not a musical theatre person. so.

we'll see if this ever actually becomes a thing, because i know that greatest of luxuries covers a huge timespan and i'll likely be working on this for *quite* a long time, and we'll see how much motivation i would have to continue it after this! if nothing else, i think i would def go back into the universe from time to time to write little oneshots just bc of how this au has become such a huge part of my lifesjdf

aside from that, THANK YOU SO SO MUCHSDKF <333 i definitely intend to continue writing more solangelo even after talk ur talk is over, i have *so* many other au ideas and wip's that maybe i'd finally get a chance to start once talk ur talk isn't consuming so much of my time!! (not in a bad way, i truly do love writing it) <3 thank you for the ask!!

oh also, bonus note: even if i do end up ending talk ur talk after greatest of luxuries, it most definitely won’t be the end of famous nico!! i love me some fame au’s and wouldn’t be able to be stopped from writing them even if i tried😭 id likely just try out a different form of a fame au at some point, like my actor!nico and country singer!will fic based on so american which i swear is still in progress im working on it it’ll get there !!!

[liliallowed]

Weird how even though I love Dust sans, I don't like his Canon and hate the fanon versions of him. I try to ignore it most of the time because I know I won't be able to enjoy anything, but I feel so conflicted. I have see Dust sans so differently from everyone else it makes it so hard to enjoy any type of fan creation ;-;

(I feel bad most of the interpretations you share I mostly disagree- but I can't do anything because it's the majority)

Not sure why I'm ranting about this, I guess it's been on my mind too much-

lol it's fine!

I personally related to certain aspects of dusts mentality. a bit... too much. as a kid I wasn't in a best head space.

I clinged onto dust for a sense of understanding. a sense of comfort. something in me felt understood. aknowledged.

not sure if it was the self sabotage or the irony of yourself becoming your own worst self fulfilling prophecy with your doubts clouding your judgment...

or if it was his choice to take fate by the neck and say FUCK YOU I QUIT to the script, turning the timeline on it's head to what's got to be the coolest uno reverse moment.

something clicked with that. I don't know why dust specifically. I'm not like that with killer or horror or insanity. it was just DUST that I felt a small kinship towards.

I knew how he hated himself. that he purposefully sabotaged his own life just to be right about the shitty person he is and that irony would only feed itself.

he is stuck in a cycle. I to this day still feel like I'm stuck in my own cycle of improvement then I fall back to my worst then back up then worse goes on and on and onnnn it's never going to stop.

I'm not GOING to wait for it to stop I'm grabbing life by the neck and DEMANDING it to shit the hell up while I pull myself together.

like... I basically grew up with this au.

I was there when ask dusttales ask box was open. I read the entire thing like a deranged fan hoping to unravel secrets of the universe or stuff like that...

if we're comparing personal feelings and obsessions with dusttale... I've had A LOT of it.

but I've learnt that this projection onto fictional characters while therapeutic and helpful can actually harm others or make you sound like an egotistical jackass who thinks they know said character better than anyone.

it's parasocial... and I don't want to be mean to anyone I disagree with. when I don't enjoy others interpretations I try to focus on their positive side.

like, the fic I was ranting about?

that one legit had good grammar and the pacing was great. I liked the world building and the side characters! it wasn't bad! and I don't hate them. just a bit annoyed.

pick certain aspects you enjoy and put it into your own work! if you hate what others do? explain why and reason it IN YOUR STORY/ART/AU.

one of my fics was literally made out of spite to a dust x y/n soulmate au! (Thornbound souls)

just do what you like bud.

I like both canon AND fanon dust. but the plot has to make sense and he has to act in character accordingly in both situations.

my inmate au has a canon and fanon side! fanon side is for shipping shenanigans while canon inmate dust sans doesn't even MEET other humans or monsters.

I think you're allowed to enjoy both. in the end everything is just inspration for more things.

checking canon dusttale lore can be quite bland, mix it up with a bunch of head canons like... having dust occasionally spend time reading when he waits for resets.

as for fanon? do whatever you like just make sure you don't stray too far from dust being... well you know. dust.

classic ship of Theseus dilemma. though I won't ramble much further. just look for things you like!

and if it's under appreciated? CREATE IT YOURSELF!

I'm sure there are others who will gravitate to your head canons!

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Eight

Three Days Later

My eyes shot open, a gasp leaving my lungs as I shot up. Pain. So much fucking pain shot through me. My hand went to my stomach as I fell back onto the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. Once the pain somewhat subsided I looked around. I was in a bedroom, one that I didn't know. Taking a deep breath I slowly pulled myself up to sit on the side of the bed. I took a few more deep breaths before standing. My legs were a little weak beneath me but after I found my balance I walked to the door.

I used the walls to help guide me and keep me steady. Walking down the hall and into the living room. A worn couch sat in front of a stone fireplace, a plush arm chair set facing the kitchen entryway. I walked into the kitchen only to find it empty as well. Fear was starting to creep up and the pain in my abdomen didn't help. There was a couple bottle of water sitting on the counter so I grabbed one and chugged it. I hadn't realized just how dry my throat had been.

I looked out the window above the sink and saw Joel. He was kneeling beside a grave. A grave a size of a child. Everything came back all at once. The Adlers, Joel killing Nana after see tried to attack us. The crash, the solider who shot at us. Joel cradling Sarah in his arms, sobbing and Tommy kneeling beside me as I gasped for air. I stumbled towards the door and swung it open letting it hit the wall behind it. Joel turned his head, eye widened before jumping to his feet and coming towards me.

"What're you doing out here? You should be in bed reating!" I down the stairs, staggering towards the grave. "No," I whispered. Before I could even reach it Joel stopped me. His arms wrapping around me gently. "Sa–no, no, no, no." My knees buckled but never hit the ground. Instead my feet left the ground and I was being carried back inside. "Come on. We gotta get you back to bed." I shook my head, "no. I don't want to lay in a fucking bed! What's happening? Where are we? Where's Tommy?"

Tears streamed down my face, hands fitting Joel's shirt. He sighed and sat on the couch instead of going to the bedroom. He kept me in his arms, cradling my head to his chest. "He's put getting supplies. Tryin' to find you something for the pain." I felt him place his lips to the top of my head and move my hair from my face. "We're at an old farm house. Shit got out of hand. Military has kill orders for anyone injured. Doesn't matter what it is. You're ignored they have orders to shot and kill. You're safe. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Eight Months Later

They were setting up quarantine zones for survivors. Joel, Tommy, and I have been on the road for almost a month now. After I had healed enough to travel we left that little farm house and made our way north. There was a QZ in Boston that was being built. Part of the city was getting a wall around it. There were other place in other cities they were putting QZs too. There was a lot of driving and walking. Highways were either jammed or blocked off. It was hard to get around everything.

We were hold up in an old apartment building right now. We all needed a break. "Maybe we just stay here for a little while," I said. We had just made it out of fucking Texas. You never know how big a start is until you have to drove and walk across it. We were somewhere in Arkansas. We had to abandoned the car we picked up few miles before getting out of Texas. We couldn't find a way past all the traffic jams. There were a couple times that Joel or Tommy had kill someone because they tried to rob us.

Joel wasn't himself anymore. He kept his emotions bottled up now. I mean he never really showed emotions before all this shit but now he didn't show any. And as promised, he protected me. Never straying to far from me and always making sure I was behind him when we did run into other people. There were a few times we had to run from infected. It was almost impossible to put rum them with how fast they are. Especially when they've just turned.

"I'm tried and sore. And we all need to rest. We've been going nonstop, only taking small breaks. Please, guys " Tommy looked at Joel, "place is empty. FEDRA cleaned this build out by the X on the doors. Wouldn't hurt to stay for a few days and rest, get our bearings, figure out our next moves." Joel sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Fine, we'll stay," he said. I fell back onto the couch, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Well, I'm going to go look through some of these other apartments to see what I can find. We're runnin' low on food," Tommy said and walked out the door. "If I didn't know any better I'd say he's trying to get away from us," I said. Joel took his backpack off and pushed my feet off the couch before sitting down. "Think he's trying to avoid one of your bad jokes." I gasped dramatically. "My jokes are not bad!" Joel gave me a look and hummed.

I sat up straighter and leaned down to take my shoes off. "God, I think that might be better than sex," I said. Taking my shoes off felt so fucking good; they have been aching from all the walking and running. "Excuse me? Ain't you a little younger to be talkin' about sex?" My head snapped towards Joel who was trying his hardest not to look at me. "Joel, I'm going to be fucking twenty years old! I lost my virginity at sixteen!"

He held up his hand, "I don't need to know all that," he said. I raised an eyebrow and let out a forced chuckle. In the back of my mind a little voice was saying he saw me more like a little sister. I moved so my back was against the corner between the arm and the back of the couch. Then I swung my legs up to rest over his, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Big brother doesn't want to hear about all the boys his little sister lets touch her because she's supposed to be sweet and innocent and never grow up."

I kept my eyes closed not wanting to even look at him and any kind of reaction. I was seventeen years younger than him. He was never going to see me any more than that. "Your feet stick." My eyes shot open and looked at him. "First my jokes suck and now my feet stink?! You wound me. At least they won't kill anyone unlike yours. You could knock out a whole army." The corner of his mouth twitched but he tried hard not to let the smile take over. "Old ass man," I mumbled.

I squealed when his hand gripped my ankle and pulled me so I was on my back. Then he was hovering over me and my breath caught in my throat. "Keep it up and I'll bend you over my knee." Instant rush of wetness between my legs. "Careful, Joel, I like being spanked." His brown eyes darkened, his jaw clenched and unclenched. Maybe there was a chance that he doesn't see me–never mind, he's moving away and fast. "I'm gonna go find Tommy." And now he's gone.

I cleared my throat and stood up, deciding to look around the apartment. I walked down the hall, pushing the door open to a bathroom. The next door led to a bedroom that definitely belonged to a single woman. I wished I wouldn't have opened the drawer in the bedside table. I looked through the closet and went through the clothes. "What're the odds that she's my size?" I found a pair of clothes and threw them on the bed then looked in the dresser.

One thing you'll need to realize is that you can't buy new underwear so if you come across clean ones grab them. Luckily for me she seemed to be a shopaholic and had tons to choose from. And they were all really nice. I picked up one of the bras. "I can make this work." I grabbed a sheer black one and the underwear that matched. "Not practical to wear in the fucking apocalypse but girls gotta have a something to make her feel pretty."

I set them on the bed and then walked back out in the hallway. The other bedroom was just set up as a guest room. Walking back out to the living room and into the kitchen I checked the cabinets and pantry. Looks like she had gone shopping before shit happened. I wasn't even going to open the fridge. "Gas stove. Let's see if it works." I found some matches and turned the stove on. "Yes! Gotta live these things!" I turned to the sink, took a deep breath and turned the knob. "No fucking way are we this lucky."

I rushed back to the bathroom and started to strip. If there was water, I was going to take advantage of it and take a shower. And it felt fucking amazing. When I got out I wrapped a towel around myself and walked across the hall to the bedroom, dried off and put the bra and underwear on. I was so in my own thoughts that I didn't hear anyone coming in.

"Yn–shit! sorry!" I turned around to see Joel trying and failing to not look at me. "I didn't even hear you guys. Sorry. I tried the water and it worked so I had to take a shower. And with some more luck this woman used to be pretty close to my size and I just couldn't not take some stuff. Are you okay?" He nodded his head and cleared his throat.

"Mmhm. Tommy…um…went to check out another building," he said. "Alone? Why didn't you go with him?" His eyes finally met mine. "Because I wasn't just gonna leave you here alone. I told you I was gonna protect you. He'll be fine," he said. "Okay. Well, the gas stove works. We got pretty lucky. Maybe you should take a shower. You kind of smell." I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes and walked out.

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 17 p.4 “Dark Hearts..and Lustful Anger..”

If that small critter was here I'm sure you would've lost your shit if something were to happen to him

I hope you recognize I am the one giving you this speed

Do you know she can read any movement you aren't actually getting lucky

Subtract my strength and you have nothing

What if that animal thing died in your arms how would you react?

Let me in

Just let me in

Please

Oh cmon I know you love me

You crave me

You..Need..Me

Like...I-I..said..I..

I Fucking..Hate YOU!!!!!!!

Crossing the border you finally make it back, the forest is charred to a crisp now, smoke bellowing out all around you it almost makes you snap out of your anger. Taking it in along with the reek scent of burnt animal corpses and smoke you grow disappointed, not in this strange woman but in yourself, you could have done so much more to avert from this all happening. Taking further steps getting away from the ash as best you could you make it back into the remaining woods, deep inside you the slithering of that thing makes your skin crawl, why does it always have to be pain..why do we all have to suffer..

Taking a sharp turn, a scent, a strange perfume lingering in the wind, joyful cackling and your senses are back to their tips as if ready for the feeling of being torn apart from the inside out again. Coming from the smoke you see a figure approaching, instinct and the voices in your head telling you not to, but in a fit of arrogance you thrust yourself at them. Claws and Razor like teeth bared you attack like a wild animal without a conscience..

"That's what she wanted..and you fell right into her trap~"

From the darkness of the smoldering hot ground in front of you a gigantic fist made of sediment and rotting plant vegetation breaks through the dust clouds, moving so fast it almost immediately makes contact with your small body, towering over you many more come from thy earth and begin to strike at you aimlessly. Hijìn face scrunched up as hundreds of tons of stone slammed right into him head on, clenching his jaw so hard it began to bleed, head throbbing immensely, and blood from vines within stabbing at his flesh was a world of pain. The large fist pummeled him into the ground shooting rubble everywhere as all you could hear is the man yelling out muffled by the fist driving him deeper and deeper in, Hijìn barely able to move his arms was able to pushback against the stone fist alleviating some of the pressure. Instantly he was snatched and yanked out of the ground by the same hand and just as he caught a breath of fresh air to his right he sensed something coming, glancing another hand came right at him going straight in to smack him with hands wide open. Digging his feet into the ground he blocked with both arms but it was all meaningless, the hand came and ripped the whole ground beneath him off causing him to topple through the air. A few more hands forming here and there as he was bounced around viciously by the attacks, each one wearing him down and causing his drive to wane. Exhausted he was sent limply flying about through the forest floor, rolling on the ground, slamming against random tree branches, bouncing off rock formations, before getting smacked one by a stray rock hand pounding him into the ground last time rendering him unconscious. Eyes fluttering one last time you doze off, but just before you fall under you can barely make out someone coming in from the darkness towards you, in weakness you mutter out, "K..Kk-ÿr..u?."

Out from the forest stepping on the burnt bodies of small plants and critters trying their best to survive came V or so the clone, she seemed like she was in a hurry, quickly looking about as if seeing if the actual V was anywhere nearby. Quickly wrapping some wire around their dirtied hands they tightened it causing them to cut at their hands, the clone hissed in pain silently to themselves as black blood seeped down the wire onto the unconscious man beneath her. The clone grabbed the man by the shoulder and made him lay on his back, his resting face making the strange entity giggle to themselves almost as if flustered, eyes peering through the dismay watching the scene unfold. Unbuttoning their shirt slightly until their cleavage was revealed, The Clone would sit on Hijìn's pelvis looking down at him, "Poor Poor little Creature..she wants you so bad..but all she is...is a fool~", her body slid down slowly resting her chest onto his, skin softly passing over one another until she fully layed down on top of him. "Sadly our time together won't be long..but out of all of those I've killed- you would've been my favorite~", the clone said giggling in a high pitch voice until the sound of slicing pierced the wind. The clone held their hand out to gore out Hijìn's neck with her long nails with a shocked look on her face, a long gold and white blade ripped through her chest and sliced her neck in half from its insertion. Coughing out large amounts of black blood the Clone collapsed on top of Hijìn promptly turning into ash and leaf litter, such a real life looking person can truly be nothing but a farce, a lie, a mirror of yourself pictured onto other peoples minds. That's what V thought as she plunged her blade through the clone and to Hijìn below, a emotionless stare down at what she did just made the emptiness within her grow, for a moment her mind wavered off her actions to think of what she just witnessed. It was if Fate strew her off her designated path and made her into some whore.., but amidst her own thoughts she felt her blade quiver in her grip, snapping out of it she looked down and saw Hijìn's hand extended out grabbing the blade so harshly it smashed the sharpened edge. One black void-like eye wide open, black bulging veins across the revealed skin, and infamous ear to ear grin was plastered on the man's body, with a loud cackle the man would stand up back to his feet in an instant staring down the woman saying, "You've been hunting for me ay..? Pfft..cute...I'm gonna love this and so will you~".

Forgone and without any sense of love or desire within her own soul V stared back at the infected man taken form, the parasite taking full advantage of the situation and grabbed control the instant it was available. Blind eyes met with a single void eye of the man, flames encircling them as they stood up to one another, she looked up at him emotionlessly not even caring at this change only knowing her goal is to harvest as soon as possible, and the parasite took this all in..control..Again~!. His face seemed to glitch in place as he looked at V from head to toe, his skin tingled from the sensation of that black tar like substance the parasite was made of coursing through his veins, licking his lips which turned back into the same constant frozen grin he would say, "You gonna hit me in my perfect face or are you gonna pussy out and let me run away again~?!." A sigh softly escaping her tainted black lips and V took a step back, Hijìn stared at her with his only one open eye keeping the same smiling face on looking confused with one eyebrow raised. She stretched her shoulder out in the open for no reason, taking her time she would bend over to touch her toes, lean to the side and stretch her back, to grab her head and snap it both ways making two loud popping noises before she cracked it back to normal. Opening her blind eyes, which reflected the glow of the white flames around them, would soon disappear as she took a step forward vanishing into thin air, just as she moved she reappeared the instant later having her right arm extended out holding another blade glaring deeply into the eyes of Hijìn whom looked confused still. Just as he glanced at her blade his body immediately reacted, arms darting in all directions and eye throbbing from intense movements, the sound of blade slashes came at blinding speeds so fast normal Hijìn wouldn't have been able to see them. "Your what I've been looking for..now let yourself die- I hunt..I'm the predator..you'll be nothing more than prey for all those ahead of you..if you ever make it past me of course..", V said to the blocking infected man in a monotone tone of voice, the slashes going on and on it seemed they never stop cutting at his skin here and there even slicing some small tentacle pieces of the parasite off his body back onto the ground.

Through all the slashes the infected man kept the same happy demeanor the whole time, slashes soon coming to an end it even got redundant as now the slashes didn't even seem to cut his skin, and just as it stopped the two vanished from the area leaving but a trace of their existence. Popping back in out of nowhere in a distant section of the forest the fight would begin anew, ripping through the trees was the sounds of blade clashing and tearing of hard leather, Hijìn and V would get into a multitude of clashes of fist and steel echoing across the woods. Hijìn thrusting his fists out at break neck speeds while V skid on one boot in the ground darting across tree to tree avoiding each attack, he vanished again to appear ramming V into a pile of rock rubble, she scoffed at the pain as she faced up to see the man pinning her down with claws bared ready to strike her. Hijìn tactically struck at her face and chest only to no avail as she even in this pinned position was able to not only block but dodge each attack before screaming out in a loud shriek knocking the man back. Feet planted into the ground Hijìn slid back a few meters away with arms fully extended, she came out of nowhere from behind holding her blade, eyes glowing a bright neon green as she sliced at him, Hijìn did a back flip and looked at her upside down laughing out like a immature child just as he punched her face straight into the ground knocking her off balance. A whole tree came and smacked him from behind after flying out from the woods making him stagger, jerking back and she ran at him holding two large boulders in her hands, V used those suv sized boulders like gauntlets with her fists embedded deep within them to strike at him. Even though they were large she moved swiftly with them almost as if she didn't even have them on, Hijìn swerved left and right hopping over other branches and trees coming at him making this seem like a game, a branch slapping his face making him jerk back and two immensely powerful punches which crushed the boulders into dust knocked him back.

Rolling of her shoulder and hopping on one leg left and right signified she was just getting started, Hijìn hopped back landing on one hand as if not effected by gravity, gracefully standing back up without even having to move his arm from its standard position, she simply walked up to him casually like they weren't just fighting and punched him square in the face. "Just because we come from the same place doesn't mean we're family..your just a power amplifier..nothing more so actually do something..I'm getting bored", V mumbled out in the same monotone tone of voice to the infected man who faltered back from the punch, even though she was around two feet and a half shorter than him she seemed to posses more physical strength than he had and she took advantage of that always. Head served right from the same punch, Hijìn would stop moving back and pause for a second only to mutter, "Issue is..I'm not Her slave..", jerking back and a barrage of tentacle slices, punches, and claw attacks erupted from the man point blank at V's face. The attacks being so swift and powerful it shredded everything around them leaving nothing but the wood scrap of trees and dust from rock, smile plastered across his face Hijìn looked ahead after it all cleared before turning right and seeing V, she stared at him with a blank look on her face almost as if disappointed, "I swear..I feel like that day is a fleeting memory for how this fight has been going on for..your..just..so..weak..", she muttered in a monotone lifeless expression. Growling out Hijìn lashed out and in that same instant she disappeared, he swiped left, right, up, down, anywhere near hm, but nothing worked; Out from behind she would walk over and calmly tap his back, glaring back at her Hijìn snarled under his very breath as saliva dripped from his mouth like a mad rodent, "Hmn- every single action..every single attempt..I've given it to you..there is no umph..no power..just speed I guess, I'll still harvest you from this creatures brain, but I honestly expected more..again your forgetting one obvious fact..", V said getting closer to the man who watched in dismay. "I..see..your Fate..I know how this ends..and you'll never change the outcome..I know every attack before you even throw them, that's what being a actual threat is..a danger to one's being- I let you touch me so I can gauge your strength..guess you really are a empty husk of a anomaly..shame you let his surrogate father die to the life sucking power of the Cauldron..Tch better known as the Well of Forgone Souls..or the Fáqûire (Fa-Que-ire), uneducated dogmatic filth..", V's voice so calm yet filled with such hatred let the message ring so deep it made even the parasite stagger in his pursuits, grin wearing off his face and sole open eye losing its blood lust the man took a few steps back and paused, like if accepting the reality of it all...it really did turn into a losing battle.

  Those in the stars are the only ones who can achieve perfection, glistening darts of light which travel forever more until there is no sun to light the way, reminded of your place in the world as a simple pest organism by someone higher only deepens the faults within yourself. With your love gone and lust waned you can only feel the soul ripping feeling plunge it's way into your chest, tearing every fiber in your being until the very thing you call upon cries back at you for to save them, your eyes, sober from all the tears, open one last time to hear said cries. A piece of you slowly getting ripped from your chest with claws of night plunging ever so deeper into your being causing you to finally give in, holding that piece of pain in your arms one last time you let said force take hold once more..what's always been within you...speak it- B-blood...say it again..B..Blood..one last time..

Blood..

  A gaping hole in Hijìn's chest as V plunged her black claws into the man's chest who stood there in abject weakness, eyes dripping in clear tears fell down her bloodied arm, she passed her thumb over the dropped tears and brushed them onto her white button up shirt. The parasite in its entirety was in the palm of her hands, it seemed grotesque and very large for a parasite, it had been feeding off him slowly his whole life until now where it seemed to stagnate, she clenched it plunging her nails into it as she opened her mouth almost as if wanting to take a bite out of it. Internal screaming from the parasite as if writhed in pain, it's fleshy black tar like body flailing around as her teeth grew nearer and nearer by the second, all to close to the end before her hand gripping the parasite gets crunched under immense force. She whined in abject pain before her whole forearm was ripped from her elbow revealing a fleshy inside, faltering back she held her arm as small tentacle came from within her open wound to try and reconnect her arm, whining out in torture she would glance up to see both eyes of Hijìn clear but absolutely fallen deep in eternal abhorrence to her very existence. Her torn forearm pried off his parasite before it was plunged back into his chest and instantly sealed, her forearm thrown at her face and immediately reconnected she looked at him fearful, just this once she finally felt the horrid pain she had felt that one time occur one final time and it cemented those memories back in to haunt her. At that very moment she could barely make out the infuriated face of the man who jerked his arm all the way back with a clenched fist so tight it made his hands bleed from his nails digging into his very flesh, pictures of her future flashing in her head she grew even more mortified as reality drew nearer with each passing second. Time feeling like it had slowed down for her, all she could witness as her sight fixed itself after her arm had been torn off was the slow moving fist that silently approached her face, unable to move the bloodied fist slowly crushed her face caving it into itself. Pieces of her face getting pulverized into chunks of black blood and green meat as she was launched far back, Hijin faltering forward as he held the right side of his face growling like a feral animal, he was subconsciously trying to contain it, but with the sensation of force on his knuckles and blood all over his arm he just let go.

  Body flopped over on the ground V would lay there with a mutilated face, white hair all over the place her body jerked itself back up, her face instantly getting reformed as she clenched her teeth and grew agitated at such an action. Her very ignorance just like the last time taking hold, Hijìn jerking his hand back trying to hit her again like the dumb animal he was roared out a ear drum tearing bellow from within to this demonic woman, seeing this she did the very same but just as she jerked her arm back her whole arm appeared to mutate itself and grow many times its size. Just as Hijìn lunged in for a punch so did V with her large thorn covered muscle fiber monster-like arm which was many times her size, fists colliding the two created a shockwave that flattened trees for miles around even knocking many clouds in the area into nothing but vapor in the wind, yelling at one another incredibly loudly as their fists pushed at one another like two crashing waves it shattered the very ground  beneath them. Falling back Hijìn would ride upon the large rubble coming from the implosion, hopping from piece to piece trying to find that damnable woman, just as he turned a corner the hairs on his neck rose up and V came crashing down upon him with her giant mutant arm plowing through all the debris. Skidding on solid ground again as debris flew all around them Hijìn would face up to V appearing right above him just before she threw a massive blow straight at him causing another implosion of the ground beneath their feet, disappearing in the rubble Hijìn came out the dust plume holding V by the collar punching her square in the face over and over again, then again Hijìn slamming headfirst into the hard limestone ground bouncing for a brief moment as V planted her foot into the ground and back handed Hijìn with her fist sending him flying off. Chain wrapped around his arm he finally pulled one of his blades out and with a swing he latched himself to a tree launching himself back at her, she blocked with her other arm which seemed to wane from the strength of his kick to wrap her own tentacles from her body around his face neck grinding him along the ground, him growling and grunting as crap got in his eyes and mouth.

  Slice of a green slithering mess and a pull back of one's attack Hijìn sprung back up only to be met with a flurry of punches from V using her massive arm, he seemingly dodged them with some infected assistance aiding him in this fight to then launching a full force kick straight at V's face, the kick being so powerful it caused a vacuum from the air getting turned into plasma, the heat of said plasma burning at his shin and making his attack seem like its born of flame. She already seen this way ahead and sent a bulge like pulse from her right arm which turned back to normal that flowed to her left arm instantly making it mutated and gigantic before sending it to block the kick, Hijìn yelling out as he blew right past the arm smacking her prime in the side off into the distance. Like a feral animal he got on all fours and chased after her not letting a moment of this pass, V now driving her nails into the grassy root filled ground making it seem like a large monster set those claw marks would kick off and charge back at the man forming a large jade crystalline crossbow on the forearm of the mutant hand blasting the same green explosive attack at Hijìn point blank. He was around ten meters away when she thrusted her arm forward to do said attack and just at the last second she would shoot it his instincts kicked in, grabbing both of his chains and lunging them straight at the incoming projectile he was flung back into the air a few couple feet, using his body weight and immense strength from his people he began to swing in the air rapidly, controlling the explosive within the grips of his blades. V saw the outcome and would instead arm a second one and immediately launch it to kill Hijìn for sure with a double explosion, the second attack incoming Hijìn would roar out as he flung the initial attack back at V at even a stronger speed while dodging right from the second attack, which grinded past his cheek burning him slightly before flying off into the air and detonating. The outcome being the same V was hit head on with the attack, dragged down the ground leaving a deep tunnel from the passage as a good distance away a massive explosion would occur sending plant life and debris everywhere, the reminiscent green glow illuminating the Man who stood there panting heavily completely bloody and covered in scars and bruises. Snorting out still pissed and coated in a deep red pulsing energy Hijìn would jump over a ledge and after the woman who seemed to have been near vaporized from her own attack, sniffling along the deep tunnel he would pick up on a familiar scent..he wasn't supposed to be here not now!?

  Scurrying between knocked over trees and avoiding the forest fires Kÿr would come into view out in the open, he had a worried look on his face as he turned all about trying to find his friend, locking eyes with one another the two would pause before the small Sirlàn would dart at full speed to the man. Hijìn mumbled out to try and stop the creature but it was too late and Kÿr tackle hugged his thigh nearly making him fall over, exclaiming out in a worried tone of voice Kÿr said, "Y-ya never came back?! What the hell?! L-like we all got scared..don't worry they're safe now! I-I am sure of it..", Kÿr looking around would grow fearful from all the destruction after crossing miles upon miles of forests all day trying to find his friend once again. "Wh..what Happened..what happened to you man..? Wh..", Kÿr said shocked at all the destruction, letting go of his friends leg for a moment as he scanned the area, Hijìn was on edge as her scent grew so strong it became pungent almost like a stench. From the rubble not so far away emerged V, arms back to normal sizes, clothes torn up, body covered in equal amounts of cuts and bruises she would hear the ever so faint voice of Kÿr. She began to softly chuckle to herself, unbelieving of such a foolish move and a change of fate, now projected upon her and even greater victory than the one before with a oh so sweeter finale to break alls resolve. Hijìn and Kÿr moved ever so carefully together until they laid eyes upon the mad woman one final time, Kÿr extended his arms creating large barrel explosive rifles connecting to his arms and Hijìn clenching his fists getting infuriated even more by her presence as they wanted to make their move, however, amidst their attempts to move in on the weakened woman they would immediately stop and freeze.

Clenching of her fists and sinister laughing echoing out of her fanged mouth V would stand on top of a large pile of rubble and plant matter, sunlight gracing her with an audience all around the world she would soon stop and smile. Not even looking at the two boys before she stomped her foot on the ground and with a minute pause she began to scream out in abject agony, her body would glow a blinding light as it began to rapidly change. Kÿr watching in horror saw something he couldn't even imagine..Hijìn stepped back as it grew larger and larger and the woman became unrecognizable as the ground trembled violently and her screams emanating so raw it let the world know who the true goddess was..

Purge Your souls there is nothing else, you've left me no FUCKING CHOICE!! TASTE THE FULL MIGHT OF THE DAUGHTER OF FATE!! May the All Father Send his Regards in Eternal Suffering!

The Goddess is ME!!

[princessmisery666]

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Summary: Sam loses a game with Dean but ultimately wins.

Warnings: fluff, hint of jealous Sam. 

W/C: 822

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, reader. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x You (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Request: @deanwinchestersgirl87 put this post out and it inspired this - hope it’s what you had in mind. 

Betas: @writercole // @cockslutpadalecki // all mistakes remain my own.

Graphics: pic found on google, title card made by me. Gif link as had to download Dividers: @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Main // Supernatural

Rock, Paper, Scissors

It’s rare Dean won a game of rock, paper, scissors against Sam. He always went scissors and the one time Sam was hopeful that it was a sure thing, he switched it up. Sam slammed down a rock, and Dean slapped down paper. 

“Sorry, Sam,” you sighed, actually sounding disappointed, “looks like Dean is my date for the evening.”

He’d watched you walk into your adjacent motel room and felt the same disappointment he hoped he saw in your demeanor. 

“Dude,” Sam called, jogging after Dean into their room, “Don’t flirt with her tonight!”

Dean chuckled and turned to face his brother, the triumphant smile still plastered to his lips. “How can I pretend to be her boyfriend and not flirt with her?”

“You know what I mean,” sighed Sam, “don’t take it too far.” 

“You could just swap places with me?” Dean suggested. 

Sam shook his head quickly. “No way. Then she’d ask why we swapped.”

“Here’s a crazy idea,” Dean started, imitating a brain explosion, “and I'm just spitballing here, you could just nut up and tell her you like her.”

“Shut up, go take a shower.”

Leaning on the trunk of the Impala, Sam checked his phone, reading Dean’s text again, “Wait in the alley, we’ll be twenty minutes.” It had been thirty minutes and neither of you had emerged from the club.

He tried calling Dean’s cell. Voicemail. He tried your cell, same result. He had a mental flash of the two of you huddled up in a corner booth, your leg draped over Dean’s lap while he kissed you and his hands roamed places Sam wished his hands could explore.

He tried your cell one last time, deciding if he got no answer he’d find a way to get inside. Just as your voicemail picked up the call, he heard the door open. He spun round, hair swishing with the swift movement and his jaw hit the floor.

You looked left, searching for him and then right, giving him a shy smile before turning to close the door gently. Sam took the time to admire you. The simple black dress looked as if it was made specifically for you. It hugged your figure in all the right places. It was a sexy but tasteful length, an inch above your knee, and the curve of your ass was perfect. You held his gaze as you walked toward him and he lost his breath. Your make-up was subtle but highlighted your best features, and he cursed a breathy, “Holy shit.” 

“Something wrong?”

“Yes,” he said instinctively, before thinking it through. The only thing wrong was that you’d spent the night with Dean, looking like a Goddess worthy of a magazine cover. “No! No, everything’s fine. Um, you look, wow, you look amazing.” 

You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and smiled, “Thank you.”

“Really, Y/N,” he said, rushing to open the passenger door of the Impala. He waited until you stood in front of him again, gazing down at you, softly he said, “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Winchester,” you replied, rising to the tips of your toes and he reflexively leaned down so you could reach to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Heat flooded his whole body and he felt it color his cheeks as you dropped back down, eyes locked together. Time seemed to slow as he stared at you, unable to look away. He wet his lips, the desire to kiss you was encompassing. He wondered what your tongue tasted like, probably sweet with a tang of sour, as you had a preference for fruity cocktails washed down with a shot of tequila. He pondered your other flavors and how they’d taste mixed with his own.

“Sam,” you whispered.

“Huh.” You pointed toward the car and he realized he was in your path.

He took a half step out of your way, but changed his mind and blocked the door again. “Wait,” he said, shaking his head to rid himself of the sordid thoughts, “Where’s Dean?”

You laughed at his memory lapse. “He picked up a chick, proving his theory that women are more interested when guys appear unavailable,” you explained, with a slight shrug. You stepped closer to him, tilting your head up to keep eye contact. “He’ll be gone all night. So we can do whatever it is you were just thinking about.”

“W-what?” he stuttered, trying his best to appear innocent and confused.

“Or,” you drawled, with a teasing smirk, “I can go back into the bar and find someone else to take this dress off.”

You waited a half second, your words settling in the breath of space between you, taking a small step back. 

“Wait,” demanded Sam, quickly grabbing your wrist before you could take a second step.

“What am I waiting for?”

“This,” he said, and dipped to press his lips to yours.

Master Lists: Main // Supernatural

[yandere-sins]

I see that ur request is open, u don't have to do mine (I just rly wanna see how this gonna turn out 🤡)

But may i request a yandere farmer x fem reader

(I'm not rly into any fandom so you can just pick any or Rhys is fine too 👀)

My jam, and you know what? I owe everyone named Alex something, so let me create this wonderful buff farmer!yandere named Alex who I don’t kill off this time, I promise. Enjoy!

I uh, did hint at my ideas for yandere farmers with Milo from Pokémon before so yeah. Let’s go over that again, shall we? I’ll give a warning for pet play for those unfamiliar.

Rated Lime

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It’s still early in the morning when you hear the jarring sound of the barn door opening. For a moment, you hope that all you experienced for the last few days had been a dream, but your body still aches from sleeping on the cold ground, revealing the heavy truth. You can hear the chipper, “Good morning, ladies!” as the cows start to moo in response, the unbearable smell of fecal and urine drifting towards you with the fresh air coming in from outside.

It’s time to get up, scream, do something! But you blink a few times, your swollen eyes barely opening after you cried yourself to sleep last night, and you look at the iron cuffs around your wrists. Why even trying? you ask yourself, immediately discarding the thought and pushing yourself from the floor. No, it’s too early to give up. You can’t let yourself down like this yet.

“And good morning, Sunshine.” The voice next to you makes you flinch as you look up into the chestnut eyes of your captor. He tips his cap, smiling. You’re disgusted by his presence alone, but a sweet smell comes your way. Leaning over the wooden barriers he put up as your ‘pen’, Alex holds a plate in his hands, pancakes stacking up on top of it with blueberries rolling off of them. The food is still warm, steam visibly rising from them in the colder morning air.

He looks at you expectantly when you don’t make a move, only trying to hide the saliva building in your mouth. You haven’t had a homemade breakfast in a long time, much less proper food in the last few days. There is no telling if your body can still stomach something as delicious as pancakes, but you prefer it so much more than the weird grain mix he also feeds to the cows and would shove down your throat. “Thought you might be hungry, Babe,” he smiles as he sees the desire in your eyes, his own gaze never straying from you, taking in every last flinch and move of yours.

In a way, you are like a wild animal to him, that much he told you. He restricted your movements with chains, fed you like cattle, and treated you like a dog, cooing and using the carrot and stick method to handle you. It’s disgusting, but by now, you at least feel as dirty as one. Using the fork he brought along, Alex cuts off a piece from the breakfast, eating from it first, his eyes staring into yours as he does it. Did he do it to show he didn’t poison it? Does he want to claim this plate of pancakes for himself? But why would he bring it to you in the first place if that’s the case?

Still chewing, he puts the fork down, pulling another pancake piece off the plate with his bare fingers, and holds it out to you. He was eager to lessen the distance between you and him from day one, but his dirty methods made you want to spit in his face. Stomach growling, you are at a loss of what to do. If you let him feed you like a dog, there was no way he’d keep it at that, but perhaps this was your only chance on receiving actual, human food he’d give you if you refuse him.

Your chains rattle as you scoot closer, refusing to play the captured animal and crawl on all fours. Every muscle of yours is sore and hurt from the cold, but there is no other way, the chains around your wrists and ankles keeping you down with their weight. Instead, you stretch your neck as far as possible, your back tensing up in response until your mouth is under his fingers and the piece of pancake hanging from them. But Alex doesn’t just let the food go, watching you with an excited grin as you carefully put the piece between your teeth. Only then does he let go, and you are able to claim the sweet sensation on your tongue as yours.

Eager, Alex holds out another piece, and you take it without even swallowing the first one completely. Something in you completely set out as your brain is satisfied with sugary sweet and fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth, their warmth going through your whole body. You are hooked on the rush of food, you don’t notice your tongue lapping up the syrup on his fingers with the next piece of pancake until it’s too late. But Alex notices, his lips immediately turning into a disgusting grin of self-satisfaction, and he reaches for your face, fingers curling under your chin and thumb rubbing over your cheek.

Immediately, you shy away, disgusted by his touch and disappointed in yourself that you didn’t see it coming. In the reflection of his wide-open, maniacally staring eyes, you can see how dirty and disgusting you are after living like a barn animal for days, and that is precisely how Alex sees you. An animal that he just touched for the first time. Who came to him of their own free will. To him, it is progress. To you, despair.

“Come,” he entices, luring you with more pancakes, but you feign disinterest. “Don’t be scared now. I know you like it.”

The pancakes? Yes. Him? Not at all.

“You need to eat to get big and strong, you know?”

“I’m not a baby animal,” you hiss back, putting on the meanest glare you can muster.

“You sure act like one,” Alex reminds you tauntingly, his smile unfading but his expression less amused than it had been before. “Licking at my fingers, coming to me for food. Don’t you think that’s what a good pet does? You’ve been holed up in your corner for too long. You should be more grateful for my efforts, just like the cows.”

Gnawing at your lip, your eyes fall from his to the pancake slowly growing cold. Only now do you realize he has been feeding you with these fingers of his without your knowledge if they were dirty or clean. Being a farmer, you never know where he puts them before approaching you, and you grow more disgusted for having fallen into this trap he had laid out for you.

Suddenly, for the first time, you hear him sigh. Even when he scratched his head and wondered what to do with you before, he never once had sighed. Somehow, it makes you shudder, a bad feeling spreading in your stomach as he hangs his head, shaking it.

“I’m not asking much, you know. Here’s the deal.” His eyes are ice-cold as he looks up again, and Alex roughly throws the piece of pancake to the floor right in front of you. It no longer looks appetizing, but you are more afraid of the man before you than the wasted food. “Eat it,” he orders commandingly, fitting this whole scenario he imagines you two to play in.

“Ew, no--” you want to protest, furrowing your brows when he interrupts you harshly by throwing the whole plate, including the pancakes, to the ground inside your pen. “In less than an hour, your whole fucking pen will be swarmed by ants. But I’ve got something better for you.”

Pointing to the piece of food before you, Alex repeats, “Eat it,” and this time, you don’t dare to respond. “Eat, and you can come inside with me.”

At this, your ears perk up, eyes widening. “I-Inside?” you ask, doubting that he meant what he said. “Yeah. I prepared a nice box for you in the house, warm and cozy. Clean water and a hot shower included, but I need to know that you are willing to listen to me, you understand?”

Body trembling, you sit there like a deer in the headlights. This is too good to be true, and you fear how high the price is that you’d have to pay if agreed. Listening to him can’t possibly be the only thing he’d want once you were inside, but you watch as the first few flies come over from the cows, wanting to get a piece of the delicious breakfast wasted on the ground. You’d have no peace if you stayed here - never.

Your hand reaches out but just as quickly pulls back. “What will we do inside?” you squeak, unable to control your anxious stuttering. Now that Alex’s lips curl back into a smile, you see his sinister side for the first time. He is leaning casually onto the barricade, but his whole demeanor changed into something horrifying, something that gives you the vibes of a sick and twisted person more than ever. “Don’t ask, just decide. Eat and come inside with me, or stay here between cows, piss, and shit. Maybe you can be useful for milk production?”

The pure horror of thinking about what that fate would entail makes you go weak, and in less than a few seconds, you had gobbled up the piece of pancake, stuffing it into your mouth. Immediately you feel the recoil of your body after doing something so disgusting, but you hold back from spitting it out, already having come so far. “Good girl,” he praises you in a belittling tone like you’d use for pets and children. Opening up your pen by unlocking the many locks he had put on for safety, Alex doesn’t mind the food on the ground, neither slipping on it and breaking his neck like you hoped for, nor having shards of the plate go through his boots.

“Give me your hand,” he asks, holding his own out until you slowly lift yours into his. The chains are way too heavy, but the fear keeps you working even though your wrists are open wounds from the chafing cuffs. “Good,” he keeps praising, repeating the progress for your other hand. “You’re learning so quickly, look at you. Attagirl!”

You don’t dare to rub your bleeding wrists as they are finally free, but a giant boulder falls from your heart as you feel relief set in. “Damn, you do need a good bath, though,” Alex mutters as he sits down beside you, proceeding to uncuff your ankles. You feel a sense of shame, not being able to smell yourself anymore but not wanting to imagine it either.

Finally, you are free of all restrains, but before you can try doing anything funny, Alex picks you up in his arms, his broad chest in front of your face and the smell of aftershave and sweat filling your nose. You didn’t know that was how he smelled. After all, he brought you here unconscious, and when you woke up, you were already in this shitty pen, cuffed and gagged for the first two days.

“Feeling good?” he asks you as he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, not much left of your spiteful self that would scream and curse at him before. You nod slowly, not looking up. Looking at him from close-up might cause you to puke after all, and you’ve worked too hard to get to this point. Alex gives you a rough, scolding shake, and you instinctively grip onto his shirt. “Tell me.”

“Yes...” you mumble, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, and Alex gives you another sigh before shrugging lightly and adjusting you in his arms. “That’s something we can work on,” he promises you for another time, and you keep your head low as he carries you outside.

It’s been way too long that you saw the morning dew on the grass, fog covering the fields in the distance, and the sun only starting to fully rise above you. It makes you look up in awe, unknowingly being observed by a curious pair of eyes from above. Being outside again almost makes the trouble worth it, and you are able to find happiness in this small victory.

But you have yet to grasp the consequences of your decision. Even if it looked great in the image you had in your mind, you aren’t aware of the state of the house inside, what was waiting for you behind the pretty facade of a farmer’s home. The demands he has of you that Alex had yet to reveal and how eager he was to train his adorable little darling. Make you just as dependant and obsessed with him as his animals were, while you’d share their place at the end of the bed for a long time.

And you didn’t even know about the collar yet.

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A/N: Oh god, I haven’t written anything in the present tense for a loooong time. I hope it was readable! Sorry in advance if I messed up occasionally, I tried to get everything sorted out properly... >_< Still, a very enjoyable write and I hope the read as well!

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. lxxv - two dobbermans in one

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

As you, Hongjoong, and Yeosang stepped into the campus housing complex, you were immediately welcomed with the sound of what you could only assume as a stampede.

Before you could even tell neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang, you could see several men running towards you from the distance. Upfront, you could see Mingi and Wooyoung running as fast as they could whilst San, Seonghwa, and surprisingly Jongho followed behind. A little bit further back, you could see Yunho trying to catch up, obviously left behind by the rest.

You couldn't help but grin widely at the sight. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your heart swelled with love for them. Before neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang could do anything, you had taken off to meet the other boys halfway.

All of you, except for Hongjoong and Yeosang, crashed onto each other in a big hug. The first to wrap his arms around you was San which then followed by Seonghwa and Mingi, then Wooyoung and Jongho and finally Yunho.

"I'm so glad you're fine, baby," Seonghwa exhaled shakily, arms tightly wound around you protectively. You giggled at him and pulled away from them slightly, "You're dramatic, you know? I'm fine, perfectly fine even, they didn't find anything wrong with me," you grinned at them.

San took one of your hands in his, inspecting it thoroughly with a pout on his face, "are they 100% sure? You hit Sunhee pretty hard last night,"

You slipped your hand from his grasp to cup his face instead. You stared into his eyes before giving him a peck on his nose, "Yes, Sannie, they were 100% sure, I even got an x-ray just to be sure," you assured him.

Wooyoung suddenly pushed forward, pushing San away to take his spot. He had his hands on your waist and a deep pout on his face, "no fair, I want nose kissies too," he whined. The others groaned at his childish behaviour but you only giggle at his adorableness before complying. You leaned in to peck his nose but as you pulled away, he pulled you back in to kiss your lips.

The rest of the boys let out protests, pulling Wooyoung away from you and smacking his arm and scolding him. But Wooyoung only had a goofy grin on his face, looking far too satisfied.

You rolled your eyes at their childish antics, but a smirk remained on your face. As you walk off past them towards the frat.

Realizing this, the boys immediately caught up with you. Mingi and Yunho linked each arm around yours, making sure to not be too rough as you had just gotten back from the hospital. You kept reminding them that you were okay but they insisted that they won't take any chances.

Even as you walked in, the boys immediately rush forward before you to get things ready. Mingi and Yunho led you to the couch, Seonghwa and Jongho ran to the kitchen, telling you that they'll bring you tea. Somehow, San had ran up to your room and back with your blanket in his arms which he immediately draped over your lap while Wooyoung took your shoes off. Hongjoong and Yeosang however, sit idly by the side, snickering at how the others were running around like headless chickens.

You, however, were basking in their affection, feeling somehow special and very much loved by them.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Are you comfortable?"

"Do you want me to lend you my hoodie?"

"Do you want me to help you change first?" "Woo, not the time,"

"Is this spot good enough for you?"

"Want me to move you to your bedroom?"

The questions they threw at you were neverending and relentless, bordering on nagging. But you didn't find them annoying at all. You answered each of them with a smile on your face, even reassuring them that all you need is for them to stay with you.

Seonghwa once again appeared in front of you, kneeling with a pout on his face, "are you sure you're fine? We can get you literally anything you need," he said, hands on your knees and thumb rubbing gently.

You put the cup of tea on the coffee table and put your hands on top his, your own thumb caressing the back of his hand softly, "I'm 110% sure I'm fine, hwa! What kind of confirmation do you need?" you giggled, finding his caring nature to be quite amusing at the moment.

"(Y/N)'s fine hyung, she's still bad at math! If she'd been in a worse condition, she'd suddenly be good at it," Jongho joked as he plopped down next to you, head on your shoulder as he playfully twined his arm around yours.

As you rolled your eyes at Jongho's teasing, Seonghwa smacked him on his leg, "Don't say that! She just got hurt!" he scolded the younger. Yeosang suddenly piped in from the other side, "Well, having your arm smack someone sure does hurt but I wouldn't say she is HURT hurt, they literally didn't find anything wrong other than her odd cardiac rhythm," he said casually.

Seonghwa's eyes almost bulged out when Yeosang mentioned your odd cardiac rhythm. You could almost see him visibly paled. You sent a glare to Yeosang for not being mindful of his wordings before cupping Seonghwa's face gently, "It wasn't anything serious, I told them it was because I drank coffee and I had quite an exciting night," you explained. But Seonghwa was still not relaxing. "I'm going to start limiting your caffeine intake, young lady, and I won't take no for an answer," he told you.

Before you could retort, San reappeared from the stairs. He skipped over to you and tug your arm, "I made you a bath, come on!" he said excitedly.

You let San tug you up and lead you to the 2nd floor. But then a set of footsteps followed behind you two.

"And where are you going?" Yunho called.

You looked to the side to find Wooyoung casually following you behind.

He blinked innocently before answering Yunho, "(Y/N)'s gonna take a bath," he stated simply.

"And why were you following behind?" Hongjoong asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Wooyoung shrugged nonchalantly, "She might need some help in there. Besides, I know a way or two to help her de-stress," he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively.

The boys collectively booed him. Hands coming forth to pull him away from you. They all threw protests at him, to which he defended himself with equal ferocity.

You couldn't help but watch them. There was a sense of pride and comfort seeing all of you together like this. You all might be unconventional, a little bit crazy and bordering on madness. But you love them all to bits. Every single part of you felt nothing but care and adoration for them.

And now, after what had happened, the crazy shit you went through. You were sure that they love you as well. You were sure that no matter what happened, you all will always have each others' backs no matter what.

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[moxfirefly]

I have to thank @southernblossoms for this one, she got evil!Leo in my brain and he hasn’t left ever since.

TW: Violence, Gore, Blood, NSFW content below

Rated Explicit (18+ years)

“She said I'm looking like a bad man, smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more, no more

I said I'm just tired”

Leonardo always knew there was an inch inside of him that was darkness.

If left alone and unchecked, it would spread. Fester like some disease and he feared that someday he’d allow it to course through his body so freely.

And let it win.

It seemed today would be that unfortunate day. A night like any other, just more bloodshed than necessary. But hey, who said they should go and kill his father? Torture him to such an extent and string up his body for his brothers and him to find.

In that very moment that inch had grown in his soul to a degree that it blinded him. All he knew was to destroy, to hurt and erase those who had done this. He felt so cold, hands cupping his fathers motionless bloodied feet, the gentle tapping of blood and the cries of his brothers echoing in his ears.

So when Leo stood, bloodied (not bathed in his own), holding the head of the monster responsible, how could he regain peace? This had only brought a momentary second of reprieve and it was so fleeting. He looked into Shredder’s lifeless eyes, numbness spreading but a need that had started out as an inch. A need to kill everyone who had been part of this, directly or indirectly.

They all deserved so much worse.

They all deserved death.

Slow and torturous.

He had disappeared after that night. His brothers knew that this was the end of their leader, of their beloved brother who wanted to believe that good in this world could prevail.

For them they never imagined that Leo would just let the darkness take hold of him, nestle him with such a loving embrace. For him to embrace it right back felt justified, for his brothers it painted the gory picture of things to come.

They never expected to meet him in the opposition. To view him as foe and not family. Leonardo had quickly taken hold of the scum of the earth. He had molded the darkness to serve him.

Raphael thought Shredder was their worst enemy.

He never expected to have Leo claim that spot in a matter of months.

The Foot had fallen under his ruling, and he wasted no time in setting examples, and the bloody path those examples left behind never seized to churn the brothers stomachs.

There was no means of bringing him back, and perhaps it’s for the better.

Because whatever has eaten away inside of Leonardo cannot simply be flushed out of his body, nor ripped from his very soul. The body counts too high by now as he strays further and further away from what he was taught.

From what his father taught him...

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You run with the unsavories. An eat or be eaten mentality that has caused you to survive years and years of gang wars and mutant freaks. Not like you’d throw about that last bit, much less when you’re standing single file, close to pissing yourself because he’s there.

And Christ he’s a sight to behold.

A rumor, a legend, a monster.

You tell him you’ve got valuable info, you know where to follow the trail that’ll lead to success. Even when your partner tries to push his chin up in front of Leonardo, you’re already wincing at what his demise will be shaped in.

Leo really loves cutting heads off.

A strong emphasis on loves.

You swallow, eyes flying anywhere but the rapidly growing puddle of blood that approaches your feet. Even then, your eyes stray towards the newest leader of the Foot, Leo punctures his katana into the head, a crude skewer as he lifts it and examines the severed body part as if answers lie in the gush of blood that falls. Those dark blue eyes move on you, you swallow.

He walks over to you, blade in hand, blood tap tapping onto the ground “Your information” Leo’s voice is weightless, bored almost. You motion towards your pocket, the crumpled up note with a poorly drawn map the key to your salvation. Leo reaches his hand in and you’re still, stiff and frightened by the intrusive touch and his proximity.

He pulls the note out and examines, the ghastly expression of horror on the decapitated head so close you can smell the coppery scent. “Can you get more of this? The coordinantes?” You crane your neck to look at him, his stature imposing. “Yeah, I’m your girl for that shit, swear on it” He flicks the blade and the sound of the head rolling makes your stomach flip flop along with it.

You feel the tip of a bloodied katana on your chin.

“Don’t make me cut off such a pretty head, hm?” You want to nod but the blade digs and Leo’s mouth twitches in something akin to a smirk. The small cut to your chin stings, but you wonder why other parts of you vibrate.

The danger, the adrenaline, Leonardo.

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Your next meeting doesn’t quell your nervousness. Leonardo is an impressive sight as always and it’s imposible to ignore that maybe you won’t make it out alive every time you both meet. Unless proven useful, which you take to heart. You bring all sorts of information, names, rumors, possible gangs wanting to take him on, the police. Any word you heard in regards to him.

“It’s possible they might try to meet you half way, catch you off guard” The warehouse is chilly, that fall weather starting to hit but Leo’s unfazed, the black tails of his mask move with the gust of winds. “Stupid of them to assume that” The second floor of the warehouse seems to be his own, leaving the rest of the crew bellow. He sits on the windowsill, cloth running up his katana, it had been bloody when you were brought in.

“I’m just repeating what I heard, I’m sure you’re more than adept to take them on” You stick your hands in the pockets of your jacket, you’d been frisked not like you were stupid enough to bring a weapon to this.

But then again, the more he polished that sword, the more you wished you had something.

“What else have you heard? Any word on Karai?” The woman in question had appeared to have disappeared into thin air after Shredder’s death and Leo taking command of the Foot soldiers. Wether she planned to reclaim what was hers or if she had simply quit was beyond you and anybody else. “Nothing on her, she might’ve skipped town or the country” You offered, eyes following the sword as Leo placed it on a nearby table.

“She strike you as the type? A coward?” He walked over towards you, his expression so eerily unreadable.

Yet, your eyes wandered over him. Over muscle and scales. Overs scars and bruises. That illogical part of your brain making you wonder and fantasize, because fear could be exciting.

There was something exciting about Leonardo.

“Well?” He was in front of you, looking down at you. It hits you how minuscule you must look to him.

“Probably plotting? You did murder her dad” You find his eyes, you swallow.

“Well he murdered mine. Eye for an eye...” He spoke gently almost.

“Makes the whole world go blind” You finished for him, and maybe that was stepping on a line but you noticed the corner of his mouth twitch up. For a brief second you catch his eyes scan yours, move across your face and settle at your lips.

Passed your neck, towards your breasts.

He turns around and grabs his sword.

“One week, find more info on her, your pay is downstairs” You’re dismissed and before you process anything a Foot soldier is ushering you downstairs and shoving an envelope in your hands.

That night you dream about what your lips might feel like against reptilian scales.

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Karai’s whereabouts are practically unheard off. If there was a trail it had run cold months back and judging from the word of mouth being passed around there wasn’t anything sustainable. You dig up anything and everybody. Every dirt bag with an agenda, ex Foot soldiers, opposing gangs, the mob and just about anybody you have in your radar.

It yields nothing.

You can’t return to Leo with nothing.

Rubbing a hand across your tired face, you make your way through the back alleys of the city. Your one week was coming up and all you had were weak possibilities and baseless assumptions. In your line of business enough information to create doubt can go a long way, but this was conspiracy levels bad.

So you thought and you thought quick.

Pulling out your phone you called him first. Perhaps a dumb move but at the same time you figured it showed that you were trying. You asked if the two of you could meet, the line briefly went quiet before your text tone startled you. He hung up and you were met with the address of a building in Brooklyn and to go up to the roof.

To say you were scared was to put it lightly.

You were shitting yourself.

The roof of the building had a green house which seemed unused but it looked like it was being kept up with the vegetation still green and alive. Your hand made for the door knob but something you could only name as a sixth sense made you freeze.

Leo was there, the shift in the atmosphere was impossible to deny. Your turned and blinked.

Wherever he had been, it must’ve been worse. There was blood on him, a fresh gash by his arm and the steady drip drip of blood hitting the concrete. “Jesus are you...?” You knew he was ok, but whomever had been on the receiving end of this had it by far much worse.

“Inside, go inside” He motioned for the green house and you did. Your eyes scanned around hoping to find something to help with. There was a nest of sorts in a corner, several blankets and cushions, a table and a chair amidst the plants. You found what you were looking for near the bonsais, a shelf with a box of first aid. Leo went towards a counter with a basin and a jar of water, he went about cleaning the gash on his arm.

You approached him with the box of first aid, blue eyes were cautious as you took out antiseptic and gauze. Leo had turned to face you, giving you more room to work on his arm as you bandaged it. “You alright?” Your voice held hesitation, Leo’s questioning gaze turned to amusement. “I’m fine, what I want to know is why you wanted to meet” You finished bandaging him and took a step back.

Pick your words wisely, you thought with a slight shutter.

“Listen I’ve spoken with any and everyone who might have any clue but Karai is off the radar”Swallowing a lump in your throat you shrugged off your jacket, worry manifesting in heat. “I know this isn’t what you wanted and I’m really fucking good at my job but this bitch is either underground or who knows! Dead for all I know!” The exasperation and worry was clear as day, he either took this the right way or the wrong way.

Wrong way being you end up pushed off this very building, at best ironically enough.

Leo swallowed the information, clearly bouncing it around his head. The dry specks of blood scattered across his green flesh. An odd silence fell amongst you both and even when he rose in all his imposing glory you kept your eyes focused on him. Getting a read on that cold calculated gaze of his was hard enough.

Your throat feels painfully dry once he has you backed up against the wall. Something about dying alone with not even an audience to witness it didn’t sit too right with you.

But then again, Leo’s large hand gripped your neck, nothing too tight but enough to alert you to its presence. Those blue eyes looked haunted but just beneath that laid something you couldn’t just place your finger on. The tips of his fingers lightly caressed you, one of them fascinated with your quickened pulse. You can’t blink, unsure what may happen and when he dips down your adrenaline makes you flinch.

Leo halts his movement, his blood feels like it’s pumping loudly enough for you to hear. Wide eyed you lean up instead and ghost your lips against his, Leo sighs through his nostrils and it stays that way. A pull but not enough of a push because there’s still fear in your blood and a hesitation that you can’t put a name to from Leonardo.

Your phone going off startles you, nearly making you jump out of your skin and to a fraction of your dismay Leo takes a step away. One of your contacts name flashed on the screen which meant there could still be some good news. Your turned away to speak, pulling a marker from your pocket you write down some information on your forearm. It’s a quick conversation and once done you turn to see Leo putting together his gear again.

You bit your lip, whatever was about to happen would just have to take a back seat. ‘Fucking coward’ you can’t help but think about yourself.

“One of my guys says he might have it on good authority that Karai is still here” You watch him turn his head to listen, even if he’s got his back/shell to you. “Well?” He pushes while adjusting his swords.

“He says she might’ve just met up with...with one of your brothers” Tense doesn’t even begin to explain what his body did, the mear mention of his family was a sore subject and you had been warned to not even attempt to open that can of worms. Swallowing and feeling your throat stick from how dry it felt you see him pull out a key and toss it to you. “Send me that address, you’ll get your money at the warehouse” You barely manage to catch the key to the greenhouse, but still you raise a brow at the offering.

“Come back here when you’re ready” Is all he says about it, confusion is painted on your face but when he moved to leave he takes a moment to hold your chin. “Don’t make me regret this” He says and before you can attempt to ask he’s gone.

You stay there, twenty minutes or so in nothing but your thoughts and his words swimming around your mind.

Feeling heat between your legs and a lick of frustration consuming you.

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Two weeks you contemplate the key in your pocket.

Two weeks you let your thumb hover over his number but never press down.

For two weeks you find your pillow between your legs, trying to reach the sensation he managed with just his body close to yours.

But nothing.

It’s not enough.

New York is covered in rain as you make your way through the sea of people. Regardless of the many umbrellas you still get soaked and by the time you’re up on that roof, hand digging out the key to the green house you’re drenched.

Inside you shake off the excess and remove your jacket. The cold hits you and you can’t help but feel silly that you’re here, maybe this is his way of taking you out, you’re not needed anymore by now you assume.

You turn on the few lanterns that are scattered through the room. Kicking off your boots you rub your arms and shiver, flesh breaking out into goosebumps as the door creaks open once more.

Leo’s equally drenched when he steps through, the black tails of his mask sticking to him. The two of you just stare at one another, steady drips of water and the rain outside picking up more strengh.

Carefully you watch him begin take apart his gear, leaving his katanas by the door. He’s trying to keep your apprehension at low levels, his steps slow and soft. You let your arms fall to your sides and as your heart tries to hammer out of your chest you don’t flinch this time, even as his hands go for the hem of your long sleeve. You take a deep breath as his eyes wander across your now exposed flesh. The fascination goes straight to your core, feeling yourself warm up as his hands rest on your stomach.

With trembling hands you unbutton your jeans and step out of them and the inhale Leo takes as he closes his eyes makes you reach for him. He holds you against him and sighs, large frame shuddering at the feel of your skin against his reptilian one. He buries his snout against your neck, breathing harder as his hands run all over your back and rear. Leo grips and kneads the flesh and a groan escapes against your ear that makes your wrap your arms around his neck. He feels the softness of your breasts against his chest, he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about them for months now.

You can’t wrap your head around it but he feels just as you fantasized about him. The roughness of his flesh, the edges of his shell and god his teeth nip at your neck with a growl. Wiggling out of his hold you start to undo whatever else needs to be taken off and Leo can’t help but smirk at your frenzied movements. He allows you to undress him, he’s gutted when your hands land on his waist as you start to kneel before him.

��No, no, kiss me first” He cups your face and presses his mouth against yours and that’s it, you’re done for, you’re hooked and can’t go back now. His kiss is possessive, forceful and it drowns every thought in your brain.

You pressed against one of the tables with the many Bonsais when Leo’a tongue slithers into your awaiting mouth. He sits you down on the table and nudges your legs apart to fit himself in between them, you crane your neck up losing yourself in his kiss. He can taste rain water, feels the sweat and rain mingle on your skin. God he wants to run his tongue all over you, eat you whole if he could.

It feels like forever when he pulls away, reluctance in his body. Blue eyes search into your e/c eyes, he wants to see something maybe your fear so he denies himself falling into this rabbit hole. Your hands press against his plastron and gently you run your nails down the hard plates, you shake your head fascinated by the texture. He’s rough but strong, a marvel of a species.

With some difficulty you managed to push your underwear off and spread yourself again for his viewing pleasure. “I want you,” You nodded, eyes falling to the hard length between his legs. Leo wraps a large hand around it and pumps slowly, body shivering at the sensation. “God I fucking want you so bad” You feel him come back to you, mouth on yours in yet another harsh kiss.

The tip of his cock nudges against your wet heat and he bites your lip at the sensation. Leo pushes into you so frustratingly slow, even as his girth stretches you to a point you’ve never been before. You want him inside of you now, and Leo couldn’t agree more. He bottoms out inside of you with a lengthy groan, head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel... so fucking good” He growls out through gritted teeth, hips picking up speed as you wantonly take him in. You press your lips to his chest and moan with each slow but pronounced thrust of his hips.

His hand finds itself at the back of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to keep your gaze on his. The slight tug burns so good and you can’t help but keep your pleasure filled gaze on his own. Lips parted you let him rock into you steadily until his thrust start to slam into you. The sensation spreads all over your body, little shocks of pleasure rocking your body.

“Mine, you’re going to be mine and only mine” He voices lowly, a threat laced in his passion. You’re too far gone to speak, nodding aimlessly at his every word, moans falling from your lips. “Nobody will own you like I do, nobody will touch you, Y/N? You understand? I’m making you mine” He pressed his forehead to yours, lost in this feeling.

“Fuck yes, yours, I’m gonna be all yours” You lick his lips and when he reaches a hand between both your bodies your mind goes blank. A vicious shudder overtakes you as you muffle a scream against his jaw. He fills you up so good and so warm with a strange vibration that sounds like an endless growl. Each rope he pumps into you making his eyes roll back. You’re shattered against, limp and raw throat from the scream that leaves your mouth.

He watches your come down, hand against your cheek, thumb running across your lips. When he pulls out just enough to watch his essence cascade out of your pretty little hole, he pumps himself back into you. His eyes say it all, from here on out whatever your life was up to this point is over and done with. Leo nuzzles you still lazily pumping himself in you, blissful to the little tremors your cunt produces around his member making him harden once again. Picking you up, bodies still joined, he makes his way to the nest of blankets on the floor.

You hold onto him, all you can do is hold onto him.

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It’s rather odd to be in this position. With an entire year that’s passed it never seems to feel normal, not that you’re complaining though.

Being in a position of power by proxy has its fucking fun rewards.

For example nobody in this city will ever contemplate taking you out. Unless they want a very pissed off Foot Leader to set fire to the city and maybe even the world. From opposite points to now standing at his side. No one is to address you as below them, or touch you or let alone breath the same air you do.

You can still hear the bones that were cracked when one particularly unruly Foot soldier made snide comment about you. Each crack of the mans arm being slowly twisted until his arm broke still rang in your ears to this day. Leo hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even scowled even as the twist turned to pulling the limb off.

He did in fact fuck you hard against the glass windows of the hotel suite he had you both in. The copper scent lingering on his scales, but enraptured with the heat enveloping his cock.

With the city at war everyone had began to run amok to do their own barbaric things. Each part of the city divided between gangs, mobs, mutants, police and civilians. You were out on active Foot duties, you were still free to do as you pleased but with protection and Leo demanded your whereabouts on the hour due to possibilities of abduction.

He knew you were a weakness.

But did he give a shit? Of course not. Let them try, he hasn’t needed an excuse for his tyrannical acts thus far, but if harm did ever befall you, you only wished you could witness what his methods would be to exact his revenge.

And he was so familiar with revenge after all.

You admire yourself in the full length mirror, examining the body that training under Leo has provided you. The mutant terrapin in question comes up from behind you and wraps his strong sculpted arms around your waist. You can’t help but smirk as he rest his chin a top your head. “We’re heading out in half an hour” He mumbles against your hair, enjoying the scent. You watch through the mirror as his hands rub up and cup your breast, with a sigh you rest against his strong build. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Purple dragons?” You feel him shake his head, fingers dipping inside the cups of your bra. “Mob,” Is his sole reply.

You bite your lip, gripping his wrists. “We’ll be late” You try to muffle a moan as he tweaks a nipple, he grinds against your backside. “I’m killing them regardless, and I much rather have the scent of your cunt on my hands while I listen to their boring excuses for parley” Your knees buckled when you felt his hand slither inside your underwear, finger already parting your lips and humming as he feels how wet you already are.

You feel his other hand wrap around your neck, keeping you upright and your gaze on the mirror as his finger dips into your welcoming heat.

He engulfs your every thought, every sensation; and what’s the fate of the world when you’ve got him? He chose you just as much as you chose him. You’ve never considered yourself good, scumbag street rat who just happened to make a living amongst the other scumbags. But this? With Leonardo and the trail of bloodied heads he’s left behind, it’s hard not to be excited to see gasoline be poured on the city. He trails his lips to the shell of your ear and you can’t help but grin.

“Mine” He says.

Burn everything.

[xneens]

best friend’s daddy - part three

Warnings: dark!andy barber, language, mentions of age difference, mentions of sex, underage drinking, pregnancy

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: A series of snapshots with your past and current life with Andy Barber.

[highly requested—and i mean highly]

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Newton, MA - 2017 Homecoming Game

He saw you immediately, shamelessly staring at the bright, yet fake smile slapped on your face as you posed for the picture. Andy's eyes drifted to the football players arms around your waist, too far down for the assistant district attorney's liking, not that he could do anything about it. He was unable to contain the eye roll when one of the players pressed a quick kiss on your cheek while you looked at the camera.

Andy knew he had no right feeling that way. He knew you thought he hated you. The glares, the tone he used, the disapproval glances he gave Jacob whenever you were with him. It was enough evidence for you to think he didn't want you around. He didn't. But not for the same reasons as you think.

Jacob ran past him, pulling you into a hug as the players around you ran back to their pre-game huddle, hyping themselves up. He heard your laugh, his previous annoyance washing away as he listened, wishing he didn't have to keep up his act. Instead, he watched from afar, noticing the fake smile replaced by a genuine one as you hugged your best friend, your cheer skirt rising before dropping back to it's already short length as soon as Jacob let you go.

Like the years before, Laurie didn't come to the homecoming game, claiming she was far too busy with work but Andy wasn't dumb. He could see it in her face everyday, helplessly watching his wife distance herself from him. But he couldn't blame her; he was doing the same. After all, not everything is supposed to last forever.

He secretly admired you, silently praising your will to pursue the career you wanted despite the very many attempts, and lectures from your parents about becoming a lawyer. Andy had gotten calls from them, more than happy to show you around the building with your parents hope of you magically being interested in what they had planned. But you were stubborn, and you hadn't backed down. He was impressed.

You glanced at Andy, surprised he wasn't glaring at you but rather staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, and you quickly diverted your eyes back to Jacob. "I'm so glad you came! Thank you for not being a total nerd tonight."

"My dad practically dragged me out of the house, grumbling about how I had to support my best friend when she's on the cheerleading team." Jacob explained, motioning to his father, the older Barber climbing the stairs as he claimed a spot on the bleachers next to your father. "I think it was just an excuse to watch a game that didn't feature the Patriots."

Once again, you were surprised. As said before, you thought he didn't care for your presence; to hear he wanted his son to support you was surprisingly shocking no matter how small it was. "Oh. Looks like he and Dad are gossiping again. Your mom didn't come?"

"No, she had work. What about yours?" asked Jacob.

"Business trip." you answered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw the Instagram posts her friends posted, the so-called business trip had turned into a vacation with the girls. You heard your name being yelled, your cheer squad waving you over. Turning back to Jacob, you smiled. "They're calling me over so I gotta go. I'll find you after halftime, okay? We can ditch."

Jacob arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching up. "But you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to stay for the whole game?"

"Nah, Leila can take over after halftime. I'll just make up an excuse and say I went off with a guy or something." you said, tightening your ponytail. "Oh, and don't use the last stall in the boy's bathroom. Pretty sure someone had sex in that."

"Pretty sure that someone was you." he replied, grinning as you flipped him off. He laughed when you nearly ran into toddler, apologizing to the little person before running to the squad.

Jacob joined Andy and your father, answering questions from your dad, and listening to the two fathers talk about the mundane life as the game started. Andy's vision kept drifting off to you, cheering on the sidelines as the game, accidentally missing parts of the game. Not that he minded to much, he had a nice view, and he knew the score. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for him.

Before halftime, you snuck away, going into the school to grab another hair tie from your locker. Thankfully, the field was close to the west side of the school, the locker bay only a short walk from the entrance. Coincidentally, just as you walked towards the bathroom with the hair tie, Andy bumped into you, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor.

"Oh, shit." you cursed, quickly bending down, grabbing the phone and handing it back to your best friend's dad. "Sorry, Mr. Barber, I wasn't looking."

Andy sighed, studying his phone instead of giving into the urge to comfort your tense state. For the millionth time, he wished he didn't have to act like a dick to you. "It's fine. Just watch where your going or you might head into the mens' room."

Not knowing whether he was serious or not, you gave an awkward nod, walking pass him. You hadn't seen the lingering glance he gave you before walking back to the game. Pushing on the bathroom door, you let yourself drown in your jitters, hyping yourself up before coming back and performing.

You had forgotten about Andy by the time you returned.

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Newton, MA - May 14, 2018

Andy heard the knock, getting out of his seat to unlock the door. A presence befall him, a feeling he only got when you were nearby. With that thought, he immediately opened the door, greeted by the sight of you soaking from the rainfall, shivering, eyes slightly swollen, and downright miserable.

He called out your name in surprise, shocked to see you in such a messy state, let alone see you in his office. "What happened? Come in, come in. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, I—" you shivered, biting your lip to keep from spilling every problem you had faced on him. "It was raining so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't crash or anything. And this was the closest building I parked to. I ran inside but I guess it didn't make any difference seeing how soaked I am."

Andy wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, unable to find a stray blanket or anything warm to give you. He led you to the leather couch, softly pushing you down to sit on it. "Come here, sit down. Did school end early?"

"No, um, I skipped." you sniffed, sinking down on the leather, letting Andy's coat fall over your shoulders. "I had a fight with my mom. A big one. So, I didn't exactly feel that great to come to school and I've been driving around since eight."

"Sweetheart, you're soaked. You're going to get sick." Andy murmured, wiping his warm hand over your forehead, the little droplets of water wetting his hand. "I have some clean clothes in my gym bag. Tell me what you were fighting about, it might make you feel better."

You watched him grab his duffel bag from under his desk, opening your mouth to protest but the cold, wet clothes made you close it. "I made some backhand comment about having a job in fashion, then she just blew up. She wants me to be a lawyer, go to the best schools, and be successful even if I'm not happy. I told her to fuck off, yelling that I'll do what I want. She didn't like that answer, so I grabbed my keys and drove around."

Andy gave you his Patriots shirt, and a clean pair of sweats, taking his wet jacket from you. You whispered a thank you, before taking off your dripping shirt, not caring Andy was watching. He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes away from your half-naked body. "Well, what did you want to be? What do you want to do after school?"

"I don't really know, except for the fact that I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure." you replied, putting on the sweatpants Andy gave you, relishing in the warmth. "I'm sorry for getting your couch wet, I—"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Are you okay, now? Do you want me to do something about it?" Andy asked, unsure to hug you so he settled for an awkward pat on your shoulder, moving closer to you.

You scoffed, fidgeting with the hem of the large Patriots t-shirt, rolling your eyes at the question. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do about it. They're both so persistent on me being this successful lawyer that it doesn't matter if I want to be one. Tell me, Mr. Barber, what's so fucking great about being one?"

He bit back a smile, shifting on the couch until he was touching you, the serotonin you gave him encouraged Andy to brush back your dripping hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. With wide eyes, and a slight frown, you meet his eyes. "Well, firstly, you're able to help people. In layman's terms, you either can defend a client, or prosecute a criminal. Putting the bad guys away. Um, you can meet new people, have some experiences that's unlikely for others. But, you're right. You shouldn't have to do what you're parents have planned for you."

"Try telling them that." you sniffled, goosebumps appearing on your arms, subconsciously leaning your cheek on Andy's hand. He heard the angelic sigh escape from your lips, his smile appearing. "Thank you for the clothes and everything Mr. Barber."

"Don't mention it." he replied, bravely wrapping his arms around your slightly shivering body. Andy felt you tense for a few moments before slowly relaxing, shifting so he could rest his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back. After a few minutes of silence, Andy reluctantly broke the silence. "Would you like me to call Jacob?"

He saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you composed your expression, nodding slowly as you pulled away. "Yeah, I'll call him. He has free period so he won't be missing anything, I promise. Sorry for keeping you from work, Mr. Barber."

Andy shook his head, helping you up from the couch. "No, no, no. I just had some papers to go through, you didn't keep me from anything. The rain is slowing but you can stay in here until Jake comes. If you want."

You nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Thank you."

—

The Barber House - June 1, 2018

Giggling uncontrollably, you leaned against Jacob, a bottle of beer in your hand. Jacob laughed over the cartoon character with you, throwing his head back at the ridiculous scene on screen. Scooby had just stared at the screen, ending the episode, the screen turning black before another episode started. The noise Scooby made just had you and Jacob in another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The sleepover had been spontaneous, yet long way overdue. In less than a week, you'd have graduated, and moved out of Boston, living in New York City as you went to the same college. That was one of the upside of finally leaving Newton, but even with the continuous nagging from your parents, you were still going to miss them.

You had been extra quiet, knowing full well Andy was stressed for something Laurie had done, the wife walking out of the house just as you had pulled up on the driveway. She had given you a friendly greeting, asking questions about graduation, before hugging you and driving away in her car. You knew it was bad as soon as you entered the house, seeing Andy glaring at the kitchen counter as you waited for Jacob to come save you. Thankfully, you didn't have to make small talk with the lawyer.

But the his tense expression was enough to keep you quiet in Jacob's room. Well, until he turned up with beers he had gotten from a mutual friend of yours, Cory Gilbert, the bartender at the bar and grill you and Jacob frequented at. He was over 21, legally able to buy the beer, giving it to Jacob as a present for graduation. Cory had given you a nice bottle of brandy, but you had decided to save it for graduation night instead.

Getting drunk hadn't been hard, for Jacob anyways; it took more than a few pleads from your already drunk friend to convince you to drink with him. Once you did, you felt the liquid slightly burn down your throat and you greeted the giddy feeling it left you. Soon, you were found leaning against Jacob's bed, sitting on the floor as the both of you cackled at the animations playing on the screen.

Andy still hadn't came up to hush the both of you; and to be honest, you weren't sure to be relieved or disappointed. You settled for relieved once as you saw Scooby and Shaggy running away from a "monster."

It was half past ten when you finally got up from your spot on the floor, leaving Jacob to drunkenly slur at his phone while the tv played in the background. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, careful not to make anymore sounds than you already had. You were too drunk to notice Andy standing outside his door, arms crossed as he amusingly stared at your little tip-toe walk to the bathroom.

You finished your business, washing your hands, and heading back to Jacob's room when you lost your footing and stumbled into Andy's arms. You yelped in alarm, glad for the muscular arms that caught you. Looking up, you saw what your drunk brain could only describe as Adonis. You smiled, patting his pec as you slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barber."

"How drunk are you, sweetheart?" Andy asked, not letting you go. He felt you swaying slightly in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest until your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue licking his own. "You look flushed."

Giggling, you couldn't help but grin at the human contact. You had been so sure he hated you, but from your current position, your assumption seemed silly. "You're making me blush. Me and Jacob haven't been drank—drinking that much, pinky swear."

He snickered at the tiny slip up with your grammar, the slowness and laziness in your voice evidence enough if it hadn't been for the burst of confidence, and shouts from Jacob's room. "You shouldn't be lying, especially to a lawyer. Let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want you waking up with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow, now would we?"

Andy places a hand on your back, his hand intertwining with yours as he tried to lead you downstairs safely but you halted in the middle of the hallway, laughing as you sneaked behind him. You tapped his shoulder, trying to push him down. "Gimme a piggy back ride, Mr. Barber. Like the ones you gave me when I was four!"

The lawyer burst out laughing, finding your drunk confidence adorable. He couldn't help but agree, squatting down enough for you to climb onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms locking around his neck. Andy held your legs in place with his hands, shifting you upwards so you rested comfortably on his back. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "You ready, princess?"

You nodded in response, your hair ticking his neck as you snuggled closer to his neck, nuzzling your cheek. All the alcohol had rushed to your head. Andy walked down the stairs, careful to keep his grip on you as he did so. He heard all the tiny giggles and gasps you made, his bad mood dissolving with each sound. He couldn't remember a time Laurie had made him that happy.

Reaching the kitchen, Andy sat you down on the kitchen island, reluctantly letting you go as he went to grab a glass of water. He gave you the glass, but you rejected it, too busy looking at the game on the tv, seeing past the arch and into the living room.

He set the glass on the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, staring at the mesmerized—and drunk—girl in admiration. You turned your attention back on him as soon as the commercials rolled, catching him ogling you. Blushing, you giggled once again, waving him over.

Curious, Andy stepped towards you, surprised when you gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to you until he was only a couple of inches away. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear. "I have a secret."

"What is it?" Andy asked, one word away from kissing his son's best friend. The tension radiating from interaction had him weak, helpless from the very tempting chance to take you right there and then.

Cupping your hand around your lips, you felt him snake between your legs, bringing you even closer. With your lips near his ear, you whispered, "I have the biggest crush on you. Sometimes I wish you were single so I could ride you until I physically can't."

Andy growled, his hands digging into your waist as his lips hovered over yours, his blue eyes piercing yours. He murmured your name, so close to losing all of his control.

"Every time I come over, I hope you'd push me against a wall, rip my shirt off and fuck a baby in me." you confessed, loving his body warmth. His grip had tighten on you to the point it was borderline painful, but you relished in it, the alcohol numbing the rational thoughts in your head as they screamed at you to shut up.

The lawyer was so close to doing what you wanted, nearly taking you right there. But much to his dismay, his morals had held him back; surely all it would take would be another sentence murmured from your lips but he considered himself strong. "Sweetheart..."

Just as Andy's lips brushed over yours, loud, heavy footsteps made him pull away, spotting his son drunkenly enter the kitchen. You smiled brightly at Jacob as if you hadn't been about to kiss his father. Andy raised an eyebrow at his son, irritated for interrupting. "Jacob, what're you doing?"

"I—" the boy frowned, forgetting momentarily on what he was doing. Jacob pointed at you, returning a random wave. "I was looking for her, because I got worried she fell in the toilet or something."

"She's fine, I was just sobering her up." Andy answered before you could, reluctantly helping you off the table, wishing he had a few more minutes alone with you. "Don't let your mom see all those bottles when she gets home. She won't be lenient as I am."

Jacob saluted in response, watching his dad help his best friend off the table. He was too drunk to notice the longing looks you had exchanged with Andy. "Okay, dad. Night."

Andy stood in the kitchen, alone, watching his girl giggle at something his son whispered. With more confidence than ever, he pulled out the manila envelope from the kitchen drawer, placing it on the table. Laurie would find it when she comes back.

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Newton, MA - July 4, 2021

"You're so fat." Jacob commented, eyes widening when he felt the baby kick. Without much thought, he invaded your personal space, placing his cheek against your stomach. You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. Jacob chuckled. "This little guy is gonna be a soccer superstar. Like Cristiano Ronaldo."

Andy chuckled from the driver's seat, pulling into the driveway, pulling Jacob off your stomach and back to his seat. "Don't antagonize her, Jake. She might rip your head off for breathing the same air without her permission."

Childishly, you stuck your tongue, making your baby daddy burst out laughing before as he turned off the car and opened the door. But you could hardly say his comment was an exaggeration, grimacing at the memory of nearly snapping Andy's arm off when he had forgotten the almond milk from the weekly visits to the grocery store. It had been both a blessing and curse to have Jacob in the outs of the pregnancy when that incident occurred. You hadn't wanted him to see the growing bump.

With the help of both Barbers, you got out of the car, carefully and slowly for the sake for both you and the babies. The two were chatting as they unloaded the baggage from trunk while you made your way to the house, reminiscing in the days when Jacob's glances weren't filled with betrayal, as if you had ripped his heart from his chest.

It wasn't everyday he looked at you with that raw emotion in his eyes—the betrayed looks had started to decrease the more time you spent together—yet you still felt guilty. With a hand over your growing belly, you opened the door, bombarded with memories from childhood, once again reminding you who you were having a baby with.

Once Jacob had sprinted out of the room, in anger and denial after seeing his father tangled in bed with his best friend, you had pushed Andy off you, wanting to go after him. When Andy argued it was better off for Jacob to be alone, you had blamed him for everything, for ruining the lifelong friendship with Jacob and weeks of stress caused by sleeping with him the first time. The lawyer hadn't denied the guilt or blame like you thought he would—like you wished he would—instead drowning in the insults you threw his way.

You didn't start to forgive him until Jacob came back, but then loathed him after the your best friend announced he needed some time and space to think it out, uncertain which conclusion he would come to. Thankfully, he couldn't live without you in his life, no matter how hard he tried, so he came running back, wishing for an apology when all you wanted to do was cry and wish you didn't have to spend two months without him.

Andy, like the charming bastard he is, had slowly broke down the wall of bricks made from your anger and hatred, and unwillingly, you let him in. Jacob had explained, quite awkwardly, he should be in no way a problem to yours and Andy's relationship, only to be slapped by the pregnancy news. Surprisingly, he kept it light and took it well.

Unsurprisingly to Andy, the fetus (he had been very upset when you occasionally called the baby that) had been conceived on Thanksgiving, proving the plan B useless. You had given up any pretenses at that point, and gave in to Andy's precautions no matter how ridiculous they had been; safety for the fetus.

Your parents had been content with the excuses you've made, only a little suspicious on not wanting to see them during the months of carrying the baby. The baby boy to be precise. But the lack of visiting since college was consistent enough for them to not rise suspicions.

You settled down on the couch, exhausted by the road trip despite how short it was. Newton was hardly small, but with Andy's former title, it wouldn't be long before rumors spread, and with rumors came exaggerated stories along with middle-aged women judging your life decisions because they had nothing to do all day other than sit in their lazy asses.

Andy and Jacob set the bags down by the doorway, Jacob letting out a huge sigh while his dad walked over to you, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He sat beside you, leaving no room to breathe.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Ugh." Jacob groaned, turning his eyes away from the PDA. "Okay, I'm gonna go before any more of this happens. I'll see you guys for dinner."

Before you could ask, Jacob closed the door, practically sprinting to his car. Seeing his father in bed with his best friend had scarred him. You turned your attention back to Andy, head tilting in confusion. "Where's he going?"

"He's giving me some alone time with you. Had to pay him a few bucks after he complained about stealing you, but he'll manage for the next couple of hours." Andy explained, his hands absentmindedly stroking your belly, his smile beaming.

"What's happening in the next couple of hours that he can't be here for?" you asked, curious. The blast of hormones had been a gift Andy knew he didn't deserve, with you crawling over his body in the earlier months of the pregnancy, waking him up with lips wrapped around his cock. With his precautions for the baby, he'd been a tease for the past few weeks with the due date just barely two months away.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "It's not that, sweetheart." Andy chuckled at your pout, disappointed by the outcome. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

You knew there was something more, but you let it go, one thing at the front of your mind. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, biting your lip. "Then let's spend some time together." Leaning closer, you softly nipped at his earlobe, whispering in his ear. "Daddy."

Andy murmured your name, stern and sure but the bulge in his pants deemed a different story. That was enough for you to stop seducing him. "You're going to be the death of me."

Laughing, you turned the tv on, cuddling next to the soft man. Well, as close to cuddling as you could with the belly in the way. Your feet had been sore despite the not having to walk much all day, but the road trip had taken a lot of your already drained energy. Andy understood, gently taking off your shoes and massaging your feet until they no longer felt sore.

Two hours were wasted watching true crimes documentaries, Andy passionately commenting on the evidence they clearly had missed, and voicing his opinions of who was clearly guilty. You muffled a giggle, amused by the former lawyer. It still surprised you to see Andy so ... light? The forehead creases only coming together when something had displeased you, no matter how tiny. Retiring must've done something to relieve the stress he carried.

It wasn't until the third Buzzfeed Unsolved episode came on that you got tired. Andy, sending the change, muted the screen, pressing a soft kiss on your close eyelids. He positioned you so you were leaning against him, your back to him as you laid on the couch, a hand over your growing stomach. Anxiety seeped through his veins.

Andy cleared his throat. Playing with your hair, he said, "Marry me."

Your eyes snapped open, growing wide as you pondered if you had heard him right. "What?"

He shrugged. "Marry me."

Andy had said if so casually, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Or more accurately, a demand. You turned around, putting space between you two. Your eyes were hurting from the lack of blinking. "What?"

He reached in his pocket, the small, velvet box that had rested uncomfortably in his pocket took your breath away. Andy opened the box, revealing a diamond, far too beautiful to look at. His smile widened, taking in your shocked expression. "Please marry me."

A minute of silence passed.

"You're fucking insane." you whispered, staring intently at his blue eyes who were sparkling in excitement. He knew the outcome.

Andy's smile hadn't wavered. "Is that a yes?"

"No!" you shouted, getting up from the cough. He stood up, his arms ready to catch your unbalanced body. You glared at him. "I'm not going to marry you because I'm pregnant! No! No, no, no. I forbid you to ask me that question until this baby is out of me."

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So, when I ask in two months ... ?"

"You'll just have to see." you murmured. A smug smirk fell on his face, but this one was warmer, more heartfelt.

"You'll say yes."

You shrugged, but couldn't help the smile appearing. "Probably."

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[stray-kids-react]

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Warnings - Swearing

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - Changbin x Interview Reader

Your boss was a bitch and everyone knew this for a fact, being head of a huge magazine company really went to her head. And being her assistant and part time celebrity interviewer put a lot of stress on your shoulders, but it payed well and you still loved your job nonetheless.

But having to run to a coffee shop at 5 in the morning in uncomfortable through the pourning rain, was definitely not a highlight of your job experience. Your teeth clattering and goosebumps rising on your skin, the rain was pouring down hard it was hard to focus on anything in front of you.

"H-hi can I get two small black coffees, one meduim vanilla mocha, and one large hot chocolate." You ordered, wiping off the mascara that ran down your cheeks.

The cashier nodded cautiously, concerned by the way you looked. The elderly couple sitting not to far away from you was sipping their cups of tea as they boared into your souls it seemed. You knew this day was coming, having such a great couple of days and getting a raise... It was bound to have a small dip so your life isn't like Barbie dolls.

"Name?" The chashier questioned, chewing her gum loud and obnoxiously.

"Y/n." You sighed, trying to maintain some level of composure with that annoying chewing.

You tossled back and forth on the pads of your feet, zoning out due to your tired state. You nearly tripped over your own feet when the cashier called your name, holding a tray filled with burning cups of caffeine. You turned around quickly at the vibration of your phone, alerting you that you boss was becoming impatient.

A dark haired man crashed into you, gasping out of concern immediately. All of the drinks spilled onto new and already drenched jacket, and the rest flew onto your face. You left your eyes closed as you held in the scream trying to crawl out of your lips.

"Shit, I am so sorry." He apologised, helping you to your feet.

"It's okay." You whimpered, voice trembling from the overwhelming emotions forming in your mind.

Before he could grab napkins to help you out, you were already walking back to your home. Tears strolling down your cheeks from a mix of frustration and exhaustion, you knew you needed the day even if it meant taking extra hours the next day.

You poured the bubbles into your bathtub as you called your boss to tell them you wouldn't be showing up today, they sounded passive aggressive as they agreed but demanded you to do extra hours tomorrow. Which included interviewing the kpop boy group Stray Kids.

That's when a lightbulb clicked in your head, the man you rushed into was Seo Changbin. You were a fan of Stray Kids and didn't even recognize your bias because you were so stressed out from work.

"Oh my God..." You sighed, sinking into the water with disappointment in yourself.

-The next day-

"Y/n! Can you help this group to to the proper floor? I'm really busy." Your favored and spoiled Co worker suggested, clearly just wanting to get some time off. You agreed nonetheless.

Eight God like men stood next to each other with innocent confusion in their eyes, they didn't complain like other celebrities or acted snappy either. This made it more frustrating when your co worker made her irresponsible actions your problem to solve, they didn't deserve that type of treatment.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n I will be your interviewer tonight and I just wanted you all to know how hug of a pleasure it is to have you hear. I'm a huge fan." You revealed, adjusting your posture with a pure smile.

They followed you towards the correct location, couches and chairs set up for the interview. The staff were all busy fiddling around with the equipment to make sure everything was fully prepared, which left you to try and entertain the special guests all by yourself. But before you could speak one more word, your boss rushed towards you.

"I am so thankful for you y/n, I just got a call from Elle magazine asking me if I would be able to interview Rihanna in a few hours, so if you don't mind locking up the building for me. Thanks sweetie." She demanded, tossing you the keys as she waltzed away from you.

It was after supper and you've been working non stop since 6am, and now you had to stay in this hell hole for even longer. A staff member ushered most of Stray Kids to different spots of the set.

"Are you the person I ran into yesterday?" Changbin questioned, close behind you.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I ran out so quickly. This job just is a lot of stress and work." You apologized, confusion furrowed hsi brows as to why you were apologizing.

"Don't worry about it, I actually feel bad for how hard these guys seem to be on you. Do you need any help setting up or anything?" He suggested, a softness in his eyes that made your heart do back flips.

You shook your head, knowing your face was probably stuck in a slightly shocked expression. You were proven this when a small smirk was noticeable on his features as he walked past you to get ready for the interview.

The interview went smoothly, not a awkward moment between you and the band. This is due to being a fan and doing your research before agreeing on the interview, unlike other interviewers who have completely made it unwatchable for some viewers.

You nearly stumbled over your words many times but kept composure each time, the stumbling only ever attempted to happen when you looked at Changbin.

Sending you small winks whenever the camera zoomed in to an other member, and watching you soft eyes everytime you spoke. You could feel the heat on the top of your ears from his simple but effective actions.

Felix noticed Changbin's actions towards you and smirked to himself, he slightly warned him whenever the camera would be focusing on him or if he would be in view. Everyone knew how entertainments were like when it came to dating, and that's why it was exciting when an idol didn't seem to care and wanted to live their lives.

"So I have one last question for you guys." You reassured, reading the last card in your hand.

"What is something you want to tell your fans?" You asked, smiling since you considered yourself a fan.

Each member expressed their love and appreciation for their fans, some sending small hearts from their finger tips before the camera panned away from them. You appreciated how humble and easy going they were, especially after dealing with celebrities like the Paul brothers. The worst interview you've ever had would have to be with Justin Timberlake nonetheless.

You stopped listening to Timberlake after the interview and wanted to try a new genre, and that is how you got into kpop. The first band you became a fan of was Exo, but your ultimate group became the loveable dorks called Stray Kids. You saw yourself as just some regular interviewer that wasn't special in any way, and you never thought any celebrity would give any attention.

The most attention you've got in your career was a handshake you made with Itzy's Lia while interviewing them. That's why it surprised you how Changbin seemed interested in you, since there were so many other people who would give everything they had to be with him.

"Did it work?" Changbin questioned, a genuine smile across his features as you looked in his direction.

"Did what work?" You asked, giggling softly at his puppy like expression.

"Your day seemed tough so I wanted to make you laugh, that's why I was winking. I wanted to break the ice." Changbin explained, fiddling with the ends of his shirt.

His reasoning made your heart flutter much more than if he would've just done it to flirt, it seemed genuine and thoughtful rather than desperate and fuck boy like.

"That's actually really sweet. Thank you." You commented, trying not to show him how much it effected you.

He nodded as a welcome, secretly adoring the that crossed your features.

"I better get going. I have a lot of cleaning up to do." You sighed, beginning to step away from the boy of your dreams.

Changbin glanced towards his band before running after you, a prominent shade of red dipped on the tips of his ears and cheeks.

"If I promise not to spill it over you, do you think I could make you a coffee and help you?" He asked, voice meeker and less confident than it was a few minutes ago.

You agreed to his proposal, trying not to squeal. Your crush wanted to spend time with you, and this was the only time you ever wanted to thank your boss.