#not sure if i didn't talk to everyone the first time or what

[skipper1331]

I love you (?) // Alexia Putellas

Love

L-O-V-E

A word with a lot and heavy meaning. It wasn't something you just said randomly every day - maybe some people did, but not Alexia. Love meant a lot to her. She came from a well-educated household where love and solidarity were a priority. Her family meant the world to her, she loved her family.

Football meant a lot to her too, she loved football and the friends she had made through it.

Alexia was known to be stern, someone of few words and someone who chose her words carefully. She’s a known person - it came with the business. So she certainly didn't say the words "I love you" carelessly or to everyone.

The only two people who heard it regularly were her mother and sister. All the other people just knew by her actions and caring nature.

And then there was you.

You had crept into her heart with your shy smiles, big grin and addicting laugh.

She wasn’t sure at first if she should ask you out - it took a lot of convincing (thanks to Mapi) to do so.

It surprised her when you agreed but it was obvious to anyone in the Barcelona squad - she was head over heels for you while you also were totally smitten for the captain.

Fast forward, 6 months into your relationship the words "I love you" lingered in the back of Alexia‘s mind. She hadn‘t said those words yet, neither had you.

You knew Alexia was careful and shy, sometimes even scared - it took awhile to break her walls down, so you respected her pace. The feelings also new for you.

The pace was perfect for both of you, nothing rushed or hasty.

But as the days went by, Alexia‘s feelings grew stronger and stronger. At night she thought she‘d explode at some point because she didn’t express herself to anyone.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, all day, everyday.

She wanted to say them.

She really did.

But it was a big step in your relationship. Would you say it back? Did you even feel the same way? What if not?

You meant a lot to her, she didn’t want to ruin anything - everything she had with you was so so special and precious, innocent even.

At the perfect moments, she remained silent, as she had so many times before. It wasn't just an "I love you" it was so much more. Love didn't even come close to what she felt yet it was the closest thing to describe what she felt when she was with you. It was weird.

It was chaotic in her head, her thoughts not organized or structured. It annoyed her. Order was very important to her, especially in her head - after all, that and her talent had made her the best football player in the world. So she didn't like the fact that there was now a lot of chaos.

Normally, she would have talked to you about it, but since it involved you, she couldn't do that.

A different solution had to be found as quickly as possible.

In the next few days, she asked herself what to do. Who could she confide in?

1. you

2. Mami (+ Alba)

3. Alba (+Mami)

4. Mapi

That was the list of people she could always talk to, even if it was often difficult for her - like now.

And that‘s when it hit her.

If she could tell her mother, sister and best friend that she loved you, she could tell you too.

Step by step.

telling her mother

Alexia stood in the kitchen with her mother, preparing dinner while Alba and you set the table. Ale‘s eyes lingered on you, a love sick smile plastered on her face, eyes screaming hearts. She loved the bond you had with her sister. Alba often joked that you were also her sister, which in the future you definitely would be as her sister in law.

The older Putellas watched the scene in front of her, her heart bursting at every laugh she heard. You fit in perfectly with her family - everything was so harmonious, loving and caring, almost too perfect to be true - the most important people united.

Deep breaths, "I love her" she admitted to her mother. It was the first time ever she said that out loud. Her cheeks were bright red.

She didn’t look at her mother, neither at you because suddenly the vegetables in her hands were very interesting.

"Oh, I know" Eli chuckled, the footballer dropping the knife and turning towards her mother.

"You know?"

"I can see it in your eyes"

her sister

The Putellas sisters sat in their local coffee shop for their weekly catch up. Since their teenage years they had the tradition to at least sit together for a coffee once a week. Sometimes it was just for 5 minutes, sometimes for hours, sometimes early in the morning, sometimes in the evening, depending on the schedule.

"Ale, are you listening?" Alba waved her hand in front of her sisters face.

"Que? Lo siento, what did you say?" she stated, her mind had drifted back to you.

Alexia knew you were waiting in her apartment, probably still on the couch where she had left you with a kiss. Or maybe you were in the kitchen? Getting a snack? Or in bedroom reading a book?

I love you

"Thinking about your girlfriend, hm?" the younger Putellas raised a brow while taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sí, lo siento. Please tell me again what you were saying?"

Alba started once again but quickly realized that her sisters mind was somewhere else.

"Come on, Alexia. What‘s going on?" this time Alba flicked the footballers nose to get her attention, "absent again" she explained when the midfielder grumbled confused at her little sister.

"What‘s on your mind?"

"I love her"

"okay…?"

Alexia furrowed her brows, "I love her" repeating her words.

"okay…? I know" Alba repeated her words as well, questioning what the problem was.

"You know too?"

"hermana, you talk about her all the time, like non-stop" she laughed, "it‘s quite obvious that you love her"

telling Mapi

Just a few hours ago, the team had won the champions league trophy - it felt euphoric, everybody high on the adrenaline and joy.

Mapi and Ale watched Ingrid and you dancing on the dance floor, medals around your necks, singing to the song that‘s blasting through the club.

"I‘ve never seen you so happy" Mapi stated as Alexia took a sip of her drink, her own medal still around her neck.

"I love her"

"Oh, I know"

"why does everyone know this?" Alexia furrowed her brows, a frown displayed on her features.

Mapi laughed at her friend, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"Ale, seriously? You look at her like she hung the moon. You talk about her all the time. You follow her around like a lost puppy. You sulk the whole day when she‘s not there. You beam from ear to ear when she‘s holding your hand. You-"

Alexia cut her off with a hand covering her mouth, "I get it!" her cheeks crimson red as she shied away from the defender as soon as she had stopped talking.

"You‘re the same way with her, like I’m with Ingrid. We‘re both lucky to have such sweethearts in our life. So, don‘t fuck it up"

"Don’t mess up either" Alexia laughed. Mapi was absolutely right: The captain was head over heels for you, totally smitten and unconditionally in love with you. She had never been so happy before - with you, she felt lightheaded and free, something that was rare in the life of a professional athlete.

She loved you.

And was so thankful to have you in her life - being able to call you hers, hers only.

"I wouldn’t dream of it" Mapi agreed, feeling the exact same about Ingrid, raising her drink.

"Salud"

telling you

"Amor!" Alexia belly laughed, running after you as had thrown multiple paper balls at her to get her attention, her attention too focused on the tv. You ran around her apartment, the girl close behind, almost catching you in the kitchen.

Though, she did caught you in the bedroom, where she quickly wrapped her arms around your middle and tackled you onto the bed.

"Amor, that wasn‘t very nice of you" she stated firmly yet you could see the smile she was trying to hide.

"I was only concerned about your well-being!" you defended yourself, trying to wiggle out out of Alexia’s grasp which Alexia denied as she straddled your waist, pinning your arms down. "I was afraid that the wrinkle on between your brows would stay permanent if you had kept that look on your face any longer" you stated innocently - the same expression plastering her face once again, causing you to laugh.

"Laughing at me, hm, amor" her fingers slid along your arms before they suddenly started to tickle you.

The room was filled with laughter, yours (which was music for Alexia‘s ears) and her own.

"I give up! I give up!"

"You shouldn’t mess with me" the midfielder giggled.

Silence followed, both of you staring in each others eyes with so much love and adoration.

Slowly, Alexia leaned forward, her hands cupping your cheeks while your hands rested on Alexia’s thighs as you met in the middle.

Both of your minds went blank as you kissed one another, hearts racing, skin tingling, cheeks burning.

Pulling back, Ale still had her eyes closed, taking in and appreciating the moment.

"I love you"

it was whispered yet loud and clear.

The midfielder looked at you - the way your face lit up, smile wider than she‘d ever seen before, eyes full of happiness looking at her.

"I love you too"

The older girl matched your expression, hardly hiding her emotions.

"Say it again, por favor"

You happily did, "I love you, Alexia."

Sighing contently, she leaned her forehead against yours, "again, por favor" and that‘s what you did, your girlfriend repeating your words each time.

Because she really did love you.

Ps. She had practiced it more often than she liked to admit in front of the mirror.

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you“

Because practice makes the best, right?

[pshbites]

MY FIRST AND LAST ━ pjs

pairing : bf!jisung x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, jisung is a lil loser umm thats all! synopsis : a series of firsts you've had with your bf jisung wc : 2.1k a/n : muaahahah finally another ncity fic i larb writing for them! if you enjoyed please join my dream taglist !!

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your first date. before you and jisung started dating you were mutual friends through jaemin. jaemin told you about jisung assuring you that he was a nice guy and since you two were single it wouldn’t hurt to go on a date! so being the good friend you were, you listened and decided to go on that date. it wasn’t like you didn’t know jisung, you guys were both in the same graduation year at your college and had met him a couple times at some of the hangouts jaemin invited you to, what was the harm in going on a date?

the date was a movie and dinner after since jaemin insisted that would be the best way to get to know one another. jaemin also reassured you that jisung was sort of interested in you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a set up. the entire date jisung was quite different from how he texted you prior, he was sort of shy and awkward. a part of you thought maybe he was nervous but then the other part thought that he just didn’t like you. 

after dinner jisung insisted on walking you home and it was then that he admitted that he was actually so nervous the entire date, that he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. “honestly when jaemin told me you said yes i thought i was dreaming.. i mean you’re just so out of my league” he admitted shyly, scratching his neck and looking forward, as if he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. what a cute loser, you thought. “i am so in your league park don’t even.” you replied, elbowing him softly in a playful way. jisung looked down at the sidewalk, cheeks flushed. 

first kiss. after your first date with jisung the two of you went on three more and talked so much over the phone. at some point everyone around you two was convinced that you were dating but of course, you were just two fools who didn’t know that you liked one another. 

“i mean i don’t even think he’s considering these actual dates, you know?” you said, painting your nails next to your roommate, yizhuo, for whatever reason she was convinced that he had the fattest crush on you but you could beg to differ. “he literally said he was so scared to talk to you, if that doesn’t scream into you i don’t know what does” she sighed out, crossing her arms and sinking further into the couch. you sighed and threw your head back in frustration, why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt?

“i just have no idea how to say it you know, besides there’s no point she does not like me” jisung groaned out, making both jaemin and chenle eye one another. chenle rolled his eyes and sighed, “you take this one” he waved off at jaemin who sighed as well. “if she wasn’t into you do you really think she would’ve gone on like five dates with you?” he looked at jisung who only frowned slightly. “i don’t know! maybe she’s just being nice” he said, pacing around the room once more which made chenle even more frustrated. jisung had been going on for about an hour now and he was tired of it. “dude if you really wanna know her apartment isn’t like far from here, just go” chenle replied, scrolling through his phone mindlessly. 

if chenle were looking at jisung he would see that something clearly was put in his mind, “you’re right..” he mumbled. before jaemin and chenle knew it, jisung was putting on his shoes and grabbing his coat, heading out the door. “dude it’s raining!” chenle shouted, making jisung shake his head, “i’ll be fine!” jisung was indeed not fine because after running to your apartment he was sure there was water in his socks. it didn't help that it was cold outside so his bones were quite frozen. 

in the middle of your conversation you and yizhuo heard frantic knocking on the front door. “what the hell..” you mumbled, glancing at the door then yizhuo. she sank further into the couch and shook her head, “you get it! you’re already standing up” she pointed and you sighed at her childishness. you walked over to the door, opening it to reveal jisung, drenched from head to toe. he seemed out of breath, like he had ran here. 

“oh my god jisung come in” was all you could say as he came in, still shivering. luckily you still had a towel hanging so you draped it over, patting his hair dry, then his face. as you held his face, he looked in your eyes, trying to build up the confidence to say something. you glanced over to the couch, yizhuo was long gone and probably ran to her room.

 “i’ll get you-“ 

“do you like me” 

you looked back to jisungs eyes, staring into them. “i..” you breathed out, unable to find words. “i really like you and i know you probably just don’t feel the same way but we could just be friends-“ “shut up park” you mumbled, leaning in to kiss him. his lips reciprocated, moving against yours. his lips were cold, yet still soft, the same with his hands as they found your waist, pulling you closer. you smiled softly as you pulled back, jisung wearing that same cute smile he always does. 

“does this mean we’re dating?” he breathed out and you nodded, laughing. “yes park, we’re dating.”

first time sleeping over. you and jisung had been dating for about 3 months, it was safe to say everything was smooth sailing. your friends are always sick of you two but that’s just because you loved kissing his pretty lips. yizhuo was especially tired right now because she had to stay in her room while you and jisung watched a movie in the living room. as the ending credits rolled you looked over to jisung who was sound asleep next to you, poor boy. before he came over he had said he was up all day for some labs he had to do but he still insisted on coming over to watch this movie with you. 

you patted his cheek softly, waking him up. he looked around confused then looked at you and frowned slightly. “i fell asleep didn’t i?” he sighed and you nodded, “it’s okay, you were tired don’t worry” you smiled softly, patting his head. the two of you sat like this for a couple seconds until you broke the silence. “you could.. sleep over. you’re too tired to go home” 

immediately jisungs cheeks flushed and you felt yourself melting a little. “uh.. yeah okay..” he cleared his throat, standing up to rub his palms on his sweatpants. “cmon” you smiled, leading him to the way to your bedroom. as the two of you walked in jisung shut the door behind you two, watching as you got into your bed, leaving space for him. jisung stood there awkwardly for a couple seconds and you sighed. “grow up park we’ve cuddled on the couch” you smiled, heart melting at his nervousness 

“yeah yeah..” he mumbled, walking over and slipping under the covers with you. he laid down, turning to face you. you smiled at his rosy cheeks. “hi” you breathed out, eyes not leaving his. “hi” he mumbled back, making you smile even more. you scooted closer to him and nuzzled your face in his chest. jisung hesitated before holding you closer in his arms. “night park” you muttered, making jisung smile softly. he rested his chin on the top of your head, “night baby.”

first time crying in front of the other. for the past week or so, you’ve been distant with jisung. there was no specific reason it was just because sometimes you have those days and strong people can’t always be okay. you didn’t want to burden jisung with this so here you sat, in a booth full of your friends, grilling meat and talking. you picked at the food on your plate and set your chopsticks down. 

jisung noticed and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “you tired?” he spoke, softly. you leaned back a little and looked in his eyes, full of worry. “yeah a little” a lie. he nodded and looked to everyone, “me and yn are heading out guys” he said, grabbing your hand so the two of you could leave. everyone said their goodbyes and you two left the restaurant. 

you found yourself telling jisung everything to the point where you thought you were burdening him. which is why you didn’t choose to tell him how stressed you had been lately. in hindsight it was the worst decision ever but you thought you were doing a good thing. the walk to his apartment was short and silent. as you two entered his apartment he helped you talk off your coat and hang it for you. 

jisung knew something was up, he knew you lied to him in the restaurant but he didn’t want to say anything in front of your friends because he believed it was a conversation the two of you should have alone. “i’m gonna go use the bathroom” you said, not looking at him. “wait” jisung stood in front of you, blocking your way. 

he looked down at you and frowned slightly. “did i do something wrong?” he breathed out and you furrowed your brows looking up at him. “what?” “you’ve just been so distant and i thought maybe today things would be fine and i guess not..” hearing him say those words broke your heart, he thought you were mad at him. the two of you stood in silence, jisungs eyes searching yours. 

the silence was only broken when you started crying. “hey hey hey..” jisung mumbled, pulling you into his arms. “i’m sorry i just i was so stressed out and i didn’t want to bother you” you spoke through broken sobs, jisung stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head. “you could never bother me, baby, don't think that,” he said, holding back tears of his own. how could he have let you think that way?

you pulled back and he wiped the tears off your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. his own eyes slightly glassy. “your problems are my problems and that’s how it’ll always be from now on, okay?” he spoke, looking into your eyes and you nodded, sniffling softly. “now cmon let’s get you something to eat” he smiled, grabbing your hand in his and leading you to his kitchen. 

first time saying i love you. the night before you and jisung celebrated your one year, it was everything you could’ve dreamed of. he took you to a nice fancy restaurant, then desert afterwards and finally you ended the night off with a walk around the city park. throughout the night only one thing was on your mind, you loved him. 

you loved every detail of him, how he lights up your day with his presence, how his nose scrunches when he smiles. everything. you knew deep down you did but last night sort of solidified it for you. you turned in bed to face him, fast asleep, making you smile softly.  

you pushed some of the hair off of his face, making his nose twitch a little. his eyes opened to see you, making him instantly smile. “good morning baby” he said, voice a bit raspy. “morning park” you smiled back, letting him pull you into his chest. his hand rested on your back, drawing small shapes. 

“you sleep well?” you looked up at him, him nodding and rested his chin on your head. “could sleep a little more” he mumbled, making you smile. “you can’t park, you have class at noon” you replied, jisung only groaning aloud in response. “just ten more minutes..” he muttered, holding you closer if possible. 

you two laid in that position for a couple more minutes until you leaned back a little to look up at him properly. you stared in his eyes and smiled softly, cupping his cheek. “i-“ “i love you” jisung breathed out. you stared back, shocked but a little proud? you didn’t think he’d have the guts to say it first. “you beat me to it” you mumbled, making him smile. “not gonna say it back baby?” he teased, leaned in to kiss your face all over. 

you giggled at his acts, feeling ticklish as his hands roamed your body to find your most ticklish spots. “i love you too park stop it!” you spoke through giggles making jisung laugh with you. he stopped to look at you, your flushed cheeks and lips that were pouted oh so softly. all he wanted to do was kiss you. and that he did. jisung always kissed you like his life depended on it and that wasn’t gonna change anytime soon. 

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HALLOWEEN NIGHT.

pairing: bangchan x afab reader blurb: drunk and high one night, you decide to confide in your best friend about one of your darkest fantasies. he decides to help you out with the fantasy, because what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't, right? tags: consensual non consent (cnc), mask kink, semi-public sex, hair pulling, knife kink, dirty talk (praise and degradation), size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up please and stay safe!), mate pressing, angst, use of little red (reader is wearing a red riding hood costume), baby, ladybug and pet. wc: 7.6k+ (edited, but no beta reading) a/n: this was written half high, half sober. i hope you love it! i know i haven't being online much this (last) year, but i have set a few deadlines for myself this year and i hope to achieve them. happy new year!

You look over at Chan one more time before tipping back your cup of beer down your lips. The flush of the alcohol in your system as it made its way down your throat had your back melting against the couch you were sitting on.

Chan’s head tips forward, and his hands come up to press a palm against his forehead, a low strangled groan slipping past his lips. He hadn’t taken off his jacket when he had started hosting the party earlier, and now you could see the effects of partying the last twenty hours away looked like.

The jacket was slick with his sweat, and you found yourself itching to take it off him completely. You wanted to see his skin and touch and press your lips to him, but you knew what everyone else knew. To Chan, you were just his best friend from childhood that he was almost completely unattracted to and had nothing for.

But to you?

You push away the thoughts as you drop your cup on the floor, straightening up to crack your joints. Chan had asked you to co-host, and as best friend of the year award, you had said yes.

That simple statement ignited a chain of wildfires that had happened that night. You sigh, standing up and ignoring the way the beer sloshed around in your system. You would sleep after tidying up the place a little. 

You start to pick up the leftovers, arranging them in a pile over by the corner. The repetitive movement cleared your head a little, and by the time you were done with the whole den, you felt relatively sober.

Sober enough to wake Chan up and take him up the stairs to his room.

You grit your teeth as you make your way over to the couch and pull him up. You nearly collapsed under his weight, and you get a mental reminder. Chan may look small, but he didn’t play around with his body. You heave, pushing yourself up to a standing position as you take the first step forward.

Chan’s musk and cologne drift into your nose as you make your way up the stairs, and you have to hold your breath at a point because you were sure he was hearing how much you were breathing him in.

You finally made it up to his room, and Chan’s autopilot kicked in from there. He completely got off you and made his way to his bed, taking off his clothes as he got closer to his bed till he was simply wearing boxer briefs.

The routine was as familiar to you as the back of your palm, but you never got over seeing Chan’s body silhouetted in whatever light was streaming in through his windows. He was glorious, like a statute of old. You felt like you were reverencing something of God’s pure creation and you held your breath till he fell forward on his bed.

You sigh, stripping off your pants and top, picking up his sweatshirt on the floor as you climb onto the bed, before slipping his shirt on and snuggling under the covers. Chan immediately shifts, making room for you.

In the last year since you had started doing this routine with Chan, he had always stayed on his side of the bed, no matter how gone he was. But this night? He turns over and pulls you in by your waist, tucking your back to his chest.

His heat immediately spreads over you and before you can speak, Chan does, his lips directly against your ear. “You know I always mean to tell you thank you. For putting up with my childish ass. For always being there for me. I’m going to turn it around this year. And to make it up to you, I would fulfill whatever favour you want…Sexual or otherwise.”

Your breath catches in your chest, and you bite your lip, deciding to fake sleep. Chan knows you better than that, so he lifts his hand and smacks your hip, groaning. “Stop. I know you are awake, Ladybug. Answer me.”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

“It is actually nothing, Chan. Go to bed.”

“I have my ways of finding out, Ladybug. You know that. Isn’t it better for you to tell me now?”

You are quiet for so long, the memories of what your last ex said to you when you told him about this cropping up into your head. You couldn’t tell Chan that. He would leave you alone, just like everyone else.

You are about to say it’s nothing when Chan moves, tugging you under him as he shifts up on his palms. The move makes him hover over you, and you are even more aware of how his scent drifts into your nose.

Chan’s full gaze on you suddenly has you fighting the urge to squirm. Your best friend was many many things, including unbelievably stunning. Looking at him was enough to make you believe in a higher entity. 

His features are so perfectly arranged and fit in his face, and when Chan smiled, with his full face and eyes, you could swear he was an angel. He had to be an angel. It made no other sense.

“I can tell when you are hiding something, Ladybug. Come on. Tell me. You know I wouldn’t judge.” His voice is smoky, and it was pouring over you like a cup of honey slides down your throat in the morning.

You open your mouth, the words getting stuck somewhere in your throat, and the intensity of his gaze on you makes you finally look away. Your eyes land on the alarm clock on his bedside table, and it makes you remember a particular fact.

Before Chan crashed out after a party, he never remembered anything you said to him when you were in bed together.

You had told him about your ex last time, and from the way he had hugged Nick earlier this night, you were sure he couldn’t remember. Chan was fiercely protective of you, and learning that Nick cheated on you would make Chan end anything that amounted to Nick’s social life on campus.

The information has your tongue loosening. “I want to be chased down. And then fucked.” 

You close your eyes, and Chan shifts above you, and you can feel his eyes on your face. “Fucked? Like forced?”

The two words leaving his mouth made it sound so sinfully delicious, and you were suddenly aware of how drunk you still were, even though you felt sober. This was wrong.

You nod, swallowing. “Yes. I want it to hurt sometimes. Have someone pin me down and have their way with me. To force me into submission.”

Chan is so quiet that you immediately regret speaking, and you are about to push him off you when his hand comes up to rest on your neck, pinning you in place. “So, say the person had you like this, you would want that?”

The room is so silent that you are sure a pin could have dropped and you would be aware of it, but you still refuse to open your eyes and look at him. “I would put up a struggle, but yes. I would want it.”

Chan moves off you in one swift move, and you feel your chest loosen. You hadn’t even known there was a tightness in it before. You hear Chan land on his side of the bed, and you shift onto your side, opening your eyes to look at the alarm clock.

It wasn’t even up to twenty minutes since you looked at it last, but the minute between you and Chan had felt like a century. It was as if you had been thrown into an alternate world where time moved much much slower.

Chan is silent, and you turn over a little, and you immediately notice his position. Chan usually slept in one particular way, and when you teased him about it, he complained that it was because he shared a room with his friends during their bi-annual road trips.

He was already sleeping. 

You can’t tell if the shake in your chest is disappointment or relief, and you turn back on your side, pressing your eyes closed. You can still hear his low breathing, and you start counting backwards from ten as you try to regulate yours.

You had already told Chan, so there was nothing you could do now but sleep, and pray that he already forgot when you both woke up the next morning.

“You feel it in your system, you want it more.”

Chan woke up first, and the first thing you notice when you open your eyes is the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. Chan lived in a huge apartment that wasn’t so far from your campus, and he had bought it with one of his other best friends, Changbin.

You immediately pull on one of his sweatpants, tightening the waistband as you move downstairs. The apartment was big enough to contain over twelve rooms, with a basement gym and movie theater. You hadn’t understood the need for that much space till you met the other six occupants, apart from Chan and Changbin.

Half of them were already in the dining room, nursing steaming cups of coffee. Felix brightens up when he sees you enter, his usually messy hair pulled back into a ponytail at his nape. “You are up earlier than Chan was expecting.”

It was an inside joke that Chan and you were in a relationship, and no matter how much you tried to convince them otherwise, the rest of the gang didn’t believe it. You were sure they teased you sometimes just for the sole fact of getting you worked up.

“When was he expecting me?” You slide into the seat across from him, sitting opposite Seungmin, who had his head on the table. He was the one controlling the DJ booth yesterday with Han and Chan, so you are surprised to see him at the table.

“After his shower.” Hyunjin answers before Felix can, making the latter smack his arm. Hyunjin looks refreshingly fresh, and you wince when you glance down at your outfit. You could tell he was on his way out just by looking at him, and it explained his absence last night.

Chan walks into the dining room, balancing four plates on his arm, Minho behind him. Chan’s face breaks into a smile when he sees you, and everyone else at the table groans.

“Great, now we are subjected to being third wheels again.” Seungmin grumbles this as he lifts his head, swiping one plate from Chan immediately he reaches the dining table. Seungmin tosses a bacon into his mouth, ignoring the glare from Chan.

“How did you sleep, Ladybug?” Chan places the other three plates on the table, before pushing one in your direction. Minho places two plates down on the table and throws you a warm smile before sitting down next to Hyunjin.

“It was great. Breakfast woke me up.” You gingerly spear a bacon with your fork, and Chan doesn’t sit down like you were expecting. He stands instead, his eyes flickering. Your heart catches in your throat, almost expecting him to bring up last night and what happened in his bed after, but Chan just smiles.

“Great! I was hoping it would. I am just going to shower. You remember Jay is expecting us for our project, so you better hurry. I would drop you off at home to shower up and change.” He drops a kiss to your forehead before breezing out of the kitchen, and your heart is heavy with longing as you watch him go.

Minho’s voice breaks you out of the trace, and you start with surprise. “I know we all joke about it, but when are you going to tell him that you are in love with him? I am pretty sure everyone but Chan can tell by now.”

You flinch, glaring at him, but Minho just shrugs, turning to Hyunjin. “I am not lying, am I?”

Hyunjin also ignores your glare as he spreads avocado over his toast, before sprinkling salt on top of it. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Sugar, but Minho is right. It is sickeningly obvious. Even a blind bat could tell if they just spent time with the two of you.”

Seungmin laughs, almost spilling his coffee everywhere and you sigh, resting your head back on your chair. “He doesn’t feel the same, and I am sure that it will pass soon enough. I just don’t want him to think I am one of his fangirls or anything.”

Felix rolls his eyes before snorting, and he passes off one of his bacon strips to Seungmin’s plate. “If it makes you sleep better at night, darling, I wouldn’t say anything more.”

You don’t say anything else as you finish your breakfast, and when 

Chris had invited you for his Halloween party, this time as a guest and not a co host. That was the only reason you had agreed, but you currently wished you were back in your bed.

The turnout was massive, and you could tell Chris was thriving. He always did, especially when he was the center of attention.

The house lights are blurring your vision and the music's loud enough that it starts to hurt your head. The strap of your bra slips, and you yank it up before turning to Chan, who was still looking at his phone and nursing a red cup. 

“I am going upstairs. I might head up to your room, just to change and sleep.” You have to step close enough that his scent is wrapped around your nose and settling somewhere between your skin for him to hear you, and you pull back to see Chan nod.

His Ghostface mask is obscuring your view of his eyes, but his hand drops to cup yours, before squeezing once. “I will wrap the party myself, Ladybug. You have done enough. Go ahead.”

Chan smacks your hip, and your cheeks flush crismon, and you pray the party lights hide it from him as you step past him, heading up towards the back steps. Chan had sealed off the main stairs leading upstairs after a few partygoers had started using the bedrooms for sex, and you still shivered when you remember how livid he was.

You are about to take off your hood and reach for the door knob when you feel someone coming up from behind you, and before you know it, a pair of hands blocks your vision. Your first instinct is to knee them in the balls with the heel of your boots, but a low voice vibrates in your ear and your anger clears.

You would recognize that voice anywhere, even in your sleep.

“Boo, Little Red.”

You sigh with annoyance, pushing Chan off. He laughs as he steps back, and you turn to face him, and you can’t see his face, but you know he has a sheepish expression on. “That wasn’t funny, Christopher.”

Your use of his full name makes him flinch, but he just slips his hands under those robes, and into what you assumed is his pockets. “I was thinking about something. You know the path to the rooftop gardens, right?”

He waits until you nod before he starts speaking again. "Do you remember what you told me that night in bed?"

He doesn't have to clarify, and you feel your cheeks flush red as you immediately close your mouth to say something, but Chan laughs, raising his hand. "Ladybug, it's fine. I am not disgusted. I am not Nick."

You flinch, and Chan's voice turns into pure venom, making goosebumps spread up over your arms. "I assure you that that bastard would not be disturbing you ever again."

The words jumble around in your throat, but all that leaves your mouth is "You remember everything I tell you."

Chan laughs, and it is a low smoky sound that has your heart racing. "I do, Ladybug. I am sorry for making it seem like I haven't, but I knew you wouldn't talk about it otherwise. And I would take everything I can get of you."

You are sure the shock and confusion is written all over your face because Chan steps forward, holding your hands. "I want to do that with you. I need to know if you trust me to do that. If you trust me to do that here...and now."

He tips the bottom of his mask up, placing his Ghostface mask at the top of his head and exposing his face, and you see his eyes, and the clatter in your head comes to a shrieking stop, and Chan smiles. "If you don't want to, we go to my room and watch anime and forget this ever happened."

The unspoken but lingered in the air, and you found yourself melting the longer his eyes stayed on you. You wanted it with Chan, and this entire moment felt like a fever dream, but you wanted to be selfish. "I trust you, Christopher."

Chan groans, shaking his head. "You have to stop calling me that. Come on, get into the room." He didn't let you answer, reaching behind you to open the room to his door and push you inside, shutting the door shut behind you.

"Sit." The pure command in his voice has you moving, and you take a seat on his bed, watching him come to stand in front of you. He folds his arms around his chest, and even under the robes he was wearing, you could make out the build of his arms.

You push down the desire bubbling through you as Chan's lips purse, and he clears his throat. "You should have a safe word prepared, but I am going to tell you what my plan is."

Chan comes to stand in front of you, dropping to a squat. He is careful to not touch you, but you wished he would. "I am going to chase you up to the roof. Then I would pin you down and use my knife on you. If you want us to go further, we will. Otherwise, I am fine ending things there."

"Knife?" You echo, and Chan smirks, and a shiver of fear dances down your spine. He brings out a small penknife from underneath his robes, before pressing against the skin above your garter.

The cool steel of the knife is like pure fire against your heated skin, and you can't stop the moan from spilling out your mouth. Chan's eyes flash with heat, but his hand doesn't shake. "I wouldn't cut you, unless you want that."

He didn't make it a question, but it might as well have been one. You shake your head, and Chan lifts the knife off your skin immediately. You try to keep the disappointment from showing on your face, but when Chan smirks, you are reminded that you can't hide anything from him.

"That's it. You can try to push me off, but I assure you wouldn't be able to. If I am going too far but you want to continue, tap any part of my body three times." He gets to his feet, and you have to crane your head back to stare up into his face. "Do you have a safe word?"

"Vodka." You say, referencing the liquor that you both drank the first time you had met. From the way Chan smiles, you know he got the connection.

"Okay, Ladybug. One more thing. Am I allowed to kiss you?" He grabs your arm, yanking you up. You nearly collapse into his arms before he steadies you, and you take a small step back.

"It's fine." You say, feeling your palms get sweaty. You had seen him kissing other people before, of both genders, and you had longed to be the one behind his lips. You couldn't believe it was about to happen.

Chan smiles, one of his bright genuine smiles that lit up his entire face and made your stupid foolish heart beat like it was pumped up on adrenaline in your chest.

"Great. Are you ready? I am inclined to give you a headstart." He steps back as he speaks, tugging his mask back over his face. He cocks his head, watching you wipe your palms on your skirt.

"I am ready." You step forward towards the door, pressing your hand on the door handle and push it open, and the thrill starts to burn its way through your system. You can hear Chan behind you, and before you step your foot over the threshold, he starts talking.

“Immediately your foot goes over that frame, the game is on. You got that, right?” His voice is muffled because of the mask, but you can hear him as clear as day anyway. You knew his voice like the back of your own hand.

Chan is silent, and you glance over your shoulders to see him bending down to take off his shoes. Instinct spikes its way through your muscles, and you immediately jump forward, taking off running. You can hear Chan laughing behind you, but it doesn’t make you slow down.

You can hear your heart beating funny in your chest, and the pounding is enough to give you a headache. You cut through the gym rooms, heading for the other hallway. It would mean you would have to climb an additional flight of steps, but you don’t care.

“Don’t run from me, little Red. You know I would catch you regardless.” Maybe it’s the excitement, but Chan’s voice sounds menacing, and you can’t stop the shiver that climbs up your spine.

You yank your skirt up, even though it wasn’t restricting you and jump the flight of streets, hearing his heavy footsteps get faster behind you. You risk taking a look over your shoulder, and your heart leaps in your throat once you see the distance between the two of you. You grit your teeth as you move up the steps, before finally getting to the top and pushing the glass door open.

The rooftop was domed, and the boys had filled it with all sorts of things, since it was here almost everyone came to lounge and hang out. It was huge as well, meaning they had an infinite amount of possibilities when it came to furnishing the place, so you weren’t surprised someone put a bed.

You wouldn’t have minded Chan using the floor, but considering this was your first time doing this fantasy, you wanted it to be special. And comfortable. You haven’t stopped running, since the bed is on the far edge of the roof.

Behind you, you hear the distinct sound of the door opening and you curse, miscalculating a step. It makes your skirt hook in the joystick of an arcade machine, and you start tugging it out, breaking it free just as Chan caught up to you, ducking and grabbing low to get a hold of your ankle.

A scream gets stuck in your throat as you tip forward, and you fling out your hands to brace your fall.

You land against the carpeted grass, and you scream as Chan’s grip on your ankle tightens and he tugs you back, before his hands slide under your thighs and pick you up. Your scream cuts off as you land on his shoulders, and he walks you both over to the bed, before tossing you on it.

You spin around, both palms coming up to push him off you, but Chan was right. His body is like a rock, and a chuckle leaves his lips, making you shiver.

He grabs you, spinning you back to land on your stomach and pins you down with one hand on your neck. His other hand roams along your body, rubbing up and down your side, before squeezing your breast, and the hand on your neck grips your nape, giving it a light squeeze.

“You are so pretty like this, Ladybug.” You squirm and raise your hips off the bed as his hands move back down, teasing under the hem of your skirt. You don’t think as you kick, and Chan curses, his grip on you loosening enough that you can push him off you.

Scrambling on your hands and knees, you try to get off the bed, but you are not quick enough as he grabs you again, before pushing you flat on your stomach. Your face slams against one of the pillows as a garbled scream escapes you, and the sound falling from your lips coaxes a low chuckle out of him.

Chan has his hand back on your nape, a tighter grip this time, and you whine, pushing back against him. You bite the hand that’s beside your head, but Chan’s grip doesn’t budge and you are about to kick him again when he shifts position.

He leaves the hand on your nape, before settling down to hover above your spine, giving leverage to lift his free hand off the bed. You are about to try jerking again when you suddenly feel something cold press against the side of your neck, and you freeze on the spot.

His knife.

“There you go. I knew you could keep still for me.” There’s a dangerous undercurrent to Chan’s voice, one you have only heard once, and it sends shivers down your spine. You needed him. “Be a good little victim now, okay? I really don't want to hurt you with this. Don’t make me do that, okay, baby?”

His voice tells you he wouldn’t hesitate to use the knife on you like that, but the memory of his promise back in the bedroom isn’t enough to loosen the ache in your chest. You don't even dare to breathe at this point, because you can feel its metallic coolness as it teases against your delicate skin.

His hands leave your nape, and you hear fabric rustling. The pressure of the knife against your neck eases slightly and before you can exhale with relief, Chan curls one arm around your middle, pulling you back and flushing against him.

The position makes you sit back on your thighs, and you can feel his warmth leaking in through your clothes at your back, and you release a breath, trying to calm your thundering heart. “Let me go. I don't know what I did to you. I didn’t do anything.”

The words spill out of your throat, and you gasp when Chan raises his knife again, pressing the sharp tip against the side of your neck. You can’t stop the word from bursting out of your chest, and your voice trails off in a whimper as you tilt your body away. “Please!”

“Pity. But don’t worry, baby. I won't kill you,” Chan says quietly, and the mask is brushing up against the side of your face, and you knew if he didn’t have it on, you would feel his breath against your cheek.

Chan must notice your mind wandering because he makes a sound of disapproval in his throat as he starts pressing his other hand against your stomach. “I just want to have some fun. And I'm sure you do too. That’s all. You can do that for me, right?”

His words have the desired effect and a whimper leaves your throat as you press back against him, letting his fingers dance up and down your belly. 

This is Chan. Your Chan.

You can’t see his face, but you know Chan must have heard your whimper because his hand suddenly slips down your stomach, slipping under your skirt. A strangled gasp leaves your throat as his fingers curl right between your legs, before pressing against your underwear.

“Ah, you don’t even need to answer me, see? You are ready for this.” Chan’s voice snakes into your ear, before reaching down and tugging on your core, and you close your eyes as you feel yourself get slick with arousal.

“So wet. Maybe you have a knife kink?” Chan’s tone is menacing as he speaks, and before you can answer, he chuckles and simultaneously presses the blade against your throat just as his fingers slip between your wet folds, making you gasp and stiffen. 

His fingers felt so good. It has been so long, and you can’t stop the needy whimper from leaving your throat as you fight the urge to squirm. 

Chan pays no attention, instead leaving his fingers where they are as he keeps rubbing along the drenched fabric of your panties, teasing your entrance through the cloth. “Would you like to have something bigger in that cute little cunt, baby?”

You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off by pressing his groin against your back, and you can feel just how big he is. You always knew Chan was bigger than average. His ex girlfriends used to text you about it, but experiencing it in person was different.

“Well?” he whispers, rubbing his plastic mask against your cheek. You can hear his labored breathing through it now, and he seems just as excited as the wetness dripping against his fingertips makes you appear.

Chan was turned on. By you.

The feeling is enough to make you dizzy, and you croak out an affirmative answer. Chan nudges the side of your cheek with his mask, and you can hear a muffled “Good girl.”

You don’t have time to think or ponder it any longer, because Chan suddenly pushes you forward and you land on the bed again. You blink, shock rendering you immobile and you let him manhandle you onto your back. 

Chan moves again, and before you know it, he's crawled over you, pushing your skirt up and your legs wide apart, before holding them open with his knees.

Chan’s hands roam up your body, and you realize with a start that he has dropped the knife somewhere, and his fingers knead your breasts through the fabric of your top, briefly scattering your train of thought. “What a good girl. So submissive. You have no idea how much you please me, mhm?”

His words make you shiver. You inhale sharply when his rough hands make contact with your soft breasts as they slip right beneath your bra, pushing it up, and you can't help pressing your chest against his touch, wanting more. 

He's strangely gentle in how he touches you, despite the power he clearly has over you, and it only adds to your arousal, making you squirm beneath him.

“Little Red's excited, huh?” he mocks as he gropes your tender tits until you feel your hard nipples pressing into his palms. “Don't worry, I'll fill you up in no time.”

His fingers grip the sides of your top, ripping it open and exposing you completely, before trailing over your stomach until he reaches to the side and grabs the knife again. “Maybe I want you to beg for it though. See how good you can be for me.”

You let out a surprised whimper when you feel the cold edge of the knife press between your breasts, teasing at the soft mounds. He's looming over you, his head tilted to the side, and you swallow hard, barely daring to move with the blade so close to your skin.

“Come on, Little Red, beg me to fuck you... or beg me not to kill you?”

Suddenly his hand is on your throat, and you gasp as he closes his fingers around it, while pressing the knife firmer against your chest, the blade scratching along your skin with every rapid breath you take, no matter how hard you try not to move.

“Please.” You whimper, a series of shivers crashing down your spine. “Don't... hurt me...”

Chan freezes, and you can feel the grip on your neck loosen, but his hand holding the knife doesn’t shake. “You would like it.”

He gives you no further warning as the knife pokes a little deeper, and you're sure it has broken your skin now, but he keeps holding your neck, keeping you in place. “Chan.”

Your whisper of his name makes him laugh, his laugh low and menacing. “What do you want, baby? I am not giving you anything until you say it.”

“Fuck me. Please. I am… I want it so bad. I want you so bad.” You are surprised at the steel in your voice, and from the way Chan’s hand twitches around your throat, you can tell you have gotten him.

“Good girl.”

Your head is still spinning as you feel his hands lifting your hips before his fingers pull your panties down. He's shifted to kneel beside you, and you realize Chan has placed his knife right on your fluttering stomach. 

Your hands claw at the edges of the pillow as you ground yourself, still not even thinking about fighting back or even escaping. 

Why would you? You've never felt this exhilarated. This was everything you had wanted, and it was Chan giving it to you.

You watch his dark figure, and you gasp as you notice that he already took off the long black robe and even if it’s too dark to make out his full figure, you know how he looks already. You can’t get rid of the image in your head even if you tried.

When his fingers are back between your legs, you gasp in surprise, blinking your eyes into focus as he rips you from your thoughts. His fingertips move expertly, and all you can do is squirm slightly, moaning softly the more he touches you. 

Suddenly he moves, hands on your thighs as he pushes your legs wide open, before he grabs the knife and teases the pointy tip down your stomach, over the fabric of your bunched up skirt, until you feel the cold metal against your inner thigh. 

You let out a croaked whimper, forcing yourself not to move too much. While he teases you with the blade, he puts his hand over your mound, pumping his palm against your wet folds until a lewd squelching sound rings in your ears that makes your head spin as your cheeks flush.

“Nice and wet for me, aren't you?” Chan mocks quietly, repeating the motions a few times before he pulls his hand back and probes two fingers against your core instead. You brace yourself for the intrusion, but you still cry out softly when he pushes inside you. 

Big hands with thick fingers, and two of his feel like four of yours, as he stretches your entrance and presses hard against your protesting muscles. You groan in response, thrashing your head back.

He keeps fingering you, his digits slipping in and out in a lazy rhythm that he mirrors with his knife as it scratches up and down your inner thigh, and every time he presses the blade harder against your skin, you feel your walls clenching around his fingers.

“You like that, huh?” Chan whispers menacingly. “Knife kink confirmed. Such a dirty girl.”

You bite your lip hard to suppress more telltale noises of pleasure, but Chan makes a sound of disapproval in his throat. “Don’t hold them back, baby. Let me hear you.” 

As if to buttress his point, his fingers switch their rhythm and his thumb brushes over your clit as he curls his fingers inside you, pushing up against your g-spot.

The tension starts to push up your spine, the pressure building almost relentlessly, borderline painful, but it's only when you suddenly feel the cold metal of the blade right against your throbbing clit that you snap apart with a loud mewl, and a broken litany of words leave your mouth as your hips start bucking up, and you no longer care about getting cut. The one focus that drives your head is to ride the waves of bliss, as if nothing else matters.

“Beautiful,” You hear Chan speak, but his voice is in the distance as you slowly come down from your high, and the stars in the sky are like bright lights dancing behind your eyelids. 

Your pussy walls flutter, and your eyes snap open as you feel him still massaging your walls as they contract around his fingers. “Can't wait to feel that around my cock, baby. You are perfect.”

You hear a soft clicking sound when he seems to fumble with his belt, the knife back on your belly. His hands are on your waist then, pulling you down a little until he drapes your legs over his thighs, guiding your crotches together. 

You barely register any of it, your mind reeling from your orgasm, but also anticipating the feel of his dick inside you. You don't have to think about it for long as you feel its tip pressing between your wet folds when he rubs it against you to gather your slick. 

Breathing harder, you open your eyes, trying to watch him. The moonlight is enough now to show you how he looks like a big strong body kneeling between your legs, and his glowing mask makes it all a little eerie, but when he finally enters you, you don't care about appearances anymore. He feels glorious.

Big, oh so big, filling you out more than you would have expected as he presses deeper, nudge by nudge, little rolls of his hips until he bottoms out inside you. 

His hands dig into your waist, holding you against him, and you feel bruises forming, but you don't mind, you need this. His first thrust makes the knife on your stomach bounce, and you gasp loudly. The second is equally harsh as he withdraws slowly to slam back in with force.

When he finally settles into a slow but steady rhythm, you're mewling softly, overwhelmed by how he feels inside you, how your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in and dragging along it with every push and pull, rubbing so deliciously you feel a scorching tension building up inside you, burning brighter with every snap, every deep plunge, filling you up more and more.

His hands leave your waist to grab your throat, turning your soft moans into loud gasps, as he slowly picks up the pace and rams into you, using his hold on your neck as leverage to angle his pelvis against you, allowing him to hit all the good spots with ease.  

You cry out over and over again, your eyes rolling back, the last thing you see is that ominous white mask above you, before you come hard around him, clamping down on his pistoning cock, your wetness gushing past him as you convulse beneath him.

You feel lightheaded, blinded by bliss, barely able to breathe, but you couldn't care less. He fucks you through your literally mind-blowing orgasm, pushing you higher and higher, until you feel it building up all over again. He lets go of your throat, allowing you to cry out hoarsely as you come again.

He pushes you down into the bed, one hand on your shoulder, holding you steady, while his other hand grabs the knife off your stomach, and you only realize that when you feel the cold blade against your cheek, gathering your sweat on its tip. 

Or maybe your tears, you can't be sure, your body feels like it belongs to somebody else at the moment, and you're just here to enjoy the ride.

“Open wide,” Chan tells you, his voice muffled and strained, and you comply, parting your lips before you feel the blunt edge of the blade pressing against them.

“Tongue out.” 

You follow through, still too dizzy to question anything.

He presses the knife flat against your tongue, holding it there while he keeps pounding his cock into your fluttering cunt. 

You can hear his labored breaths from behind the mask, his movements becoming jerkier as you just lie there, staring up at him, goosebumps rippling over your skin as your legs twitch against his sides.

Your own sounds are muffled with how he holds your mouth open, and you have to really force yourself not to move your tongue against the blade. 

Chan leans down more, putting more of his weight on you, pinning you down, his hips snapping against yours in a wild rhythm, until he finally stills, a loud groan echoing in your ears as he falls forward, mask pressed to the pillow beside your head, the hand holding the knife to your tongue shaking slightly.

That last thrust made you whine as he pushed as deep as he could possibly go, bullying your cervix, and your mind is swimming in bliss as you feel him throbbing inside you, his balls drawing up against your folds as he empties himself in your depths, filling you with spurt after spurt of hot cum. 

You clench around him, trying to milk him, and the motion only makes you moan into the blade pressed against your tongue as another wave of pleasure crashes over you at the sensation.

Your mind is too hazy to know what he would do next, but Chan eventually leans back up, keeping himself propped on his elbow as he lifts the knife off your tongue, and the way the cold pressure disappears makes you all too aware that all that remains is a numb feeling and a whole lot of spit.

Without thinking, you close your mouth and swallow hard, but freeze when he suddenly reaches out and wipes his fingers over your wet lips. He traces your mouth with his thumb, and before you can blink, Chan curses, pulling his mask over his head.

You barely have enough time to drink in his features before he dips down and kisses you, almost swallowing you whole. His tongue slips into your mouth, and all you can taste, feel and touch is Chan, and his name is ringing in your head like it’s the only word you know how to say.

He groans, his hands coming up to tug on your hair once, before lifting off you. His eyes are glazed over, and his lips are swollen and his chest is rising and falling almost as heavily as yours. “More?”

Chan dips down again as you nod once, and as your lips meet, his hands start to trail down your body, giving your breasts a few more squeezes before he grips your hips and brushes a hand over your clit, the same time as his teeth nip your bottom lip, and your low heady is swallowed by his mouth.

Chan leans back, and you let your legs drop from around his lips. His eyes dip to your lips and you push yourself up on your elbows as Chan comes forward to nip your lips one more time before he watches his cock slip free from your cunt, and a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Clench and unclench for me, baby.”

You do as he says, and you can feel a large warm dollop of his cum leaking out from between your puffy lips. He groans loudly and his hand twitches, as if he is struggling to stop himself from touching you again.

“Chan.” Your voice is hoarse, but Chan’s eyes flash with heat, and this time, there is no mistaking what his smile means. 

It was pride.

Chan immediately tugs up his boxers, and you say a mournful goodbye to his cock just as his hands come to grab your waist gently. “Ladybug.”

The soft endearment is too much, considering what just happened and your heart cracks open, and you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling all your emotions for him threatening to spill out of your mouth. You had to behave. He had just given you a gift and an experience you hadn’t thought was possible.

He brushes your hair out of your face, smiling softly. “You were perfect.” He leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, and there is no way you could have stopped the tears from coming out.

“Chan….I–” Before the words can get out of your throat, Chan cuts you off with a kiss to your jaw, sliding his hands up the nape of your neck. He tugs you into him, before falling back on the bed with you tucked into his side.

“You don’t have to say anything yet, Ladybug. Just breathe with me.” You breathe in his scent, feeling his warmth spread over your body. He yanks up the blanket, and you snuggle into him, hearing his heartbeat under your ear.

Chan didn’t say anything, but you knew as well as he did that your relationship just got more fucked up. There was nothing you could both do to stop it.

(endnotes)

AHHHHH! i am so happy to push this out. this one has been in my head a lot, and i am so so excited to start this series. The pairings will be around the reader and skz in university, and while each can be read alone, they will be interconnected.

the next person is going to be minho x han x reader, and it’s going to be about han using the reader to make minho jealous and they end up being a throuple. aka one of my favourite tropes ever. (of course, chan and reader will have their part two, but i have a lot of plans for them, so it is going to have to wait.)

thank you for reading, and any feedback, like and comments you leave behind mean the whole world to me. (please, imagine me with a bowl in my hands begging for your validation)

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Crawling back to you// Jayce Talis

S2!Jayce Talis x AFAB!reader.

Summary: He's been away from you far too long.

Do I wanna know?- Hozier cover.

Smut/Angst/Fluff.

Everything is loud. Chaos surrounded him as he found his way away from the commune, images still flashing through his mind like a painful, torturous reminder of what he saw, of the hell he lived in for gods-knows how long.

His hammer suddenly felt heavy, he made a promise but now it weighted on his shoulders. He whimpers under his breath as his feet dragged him out of the war zone that suddenly arrived at the commune.

Jayce didn't have a destination in mind, well, maybe deep in his subconscious he did, but it was so hard to think, he can barely find his way out of the undercity. He stumbles and has to stop every couple of minutes to catch his breath, the Man of Progress reduced to a panting and stumbling mess, a man beat out of every last drop of sanity, a shell of himself.

He walks and walks, every step more erratic and desperate than the other, he wants to go home, to sleep, to wake up tomorrow and make sure all of this was a nightmare, Jayce comes to a stop, he's arrived wherever his body has taken him, leaning against a wall with shaky pants for breath and a small electric bolt of pain coming from his leg. His tired eyes look up, his mind and body in it's haze has found its way to your cottage.

He freezes, taking deep shaky breaths like he's about to have a panic attack but then he sees your shadow on the second floor, your back as you dusted off something near your window, unaware of the poor inventor that can barely stand on his feet.

But he stares, dazed hazel eyes drowning in the domestic scene, like he hasn't come from an alternate reality where you, everyone, everything was gone. Like he didn't just come from blowing a hole in the chest of his best friend. He feels like he's coming home, like those days he'll check out earlier from the workshop and come visit you and have a nice home made dinner and a well earned cuddly nap.

Jayce stumbles forward, his calloused hand pushes the little door of your fence, his hammer dragging next to the flowers of your garden. The sound of your gate opening made you jump, you turned around and gasped loudly at the sight of your missing lover. You ran, flew, probably, down the stairs frantically searching for your keys as you unlocked the door, you swan it opened and there he was.

"My love..." You whispered, your throat feeling tight. He drops his hammer and stares at you for a couple of seconds, his eyes wide and pupils blowing, you're the first one to move, bare feet stepping out of the door frame and cup his face. He froze, he hasn't been touched for so long.

Jayce broke down in an instant, his broad frame trembled as tears quickly pooled and fell from his eyes, leaving a clear trail in his dirty and scarred face. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your neck, a loud ugly sob breaks from his throat.

Your own tears threaten to fall down, one of your hands runs down his back, trying to comfort him. His legs finally give out, making you and him fall to the wooden floor of your porch. Jayce keeps sobbing, repeating your name over and over like a prayer.

"I'm right here, puppy." You whispered softly, your fingers running down his hair, his face was deep in your neck, your skin muffling the cries and whines that come out of him.

You just whisper that same phrase every time he calls your name, you answer that you're right here with him, reassuring him that he hasn't gone mad, he's not a hallucination and you're real. It helps both ways, he feels real, he's here too, back in your arms after so long. His sobs die down after a couple of minutes, small hiccups left as a reminder of how hard he cried. Jayce slowly lifted his head from your neck.

"Hm..ngh-.."He tries to talk, to say something more than your name, but he can't not yet at least, his eyes are hazy and dull, he's back home physically but not mentally.

"Shhh, it's alright, my darling. Let's get inside." You whispered softly, he nodded slowly, you helped him stand up, letting him let some of his weight on you instead of his injured leg.

You don't want to hear about what happened, not yet at least, not after he just cried unconsolably for almost ten minutes. Jayce made it to the couch, you laid down with him, he returned to his previous position, curled against you with his face on your neck.

Jayce could feel your pulse, it was a little faster, he could feel your skin, your soft skin he loved to touch, how his fingers used to brush mindless patterns against it while you slept. Your hair, your beautiful hair he loved to bury his nose in. He takes a deep breath, the familiar smell of your perfume and shampoo hitting him, the inventor whimpers and holds you tighter, almost like a child clinging to a toy.

"ngh- mised ya- so much." The inventor whispered against your skin, his chapped lips trembling slightly, your fingers brushed the back of his neck, he shivered and buried his face further, the feeling of your skin against his feels so grounding.

"I missed you too, I thought I wouldn't see you again." You whisper back into his hair, feeling a small knot forming on your throat from all the bottled emotions, you gasped softly as he placed a soft kiss on your neck. Your lover sighed, his breath hot and ragged against your skin, you were clean and soft a sharp contrast with his muddy and scarred skin.

His shaky hands have a death grip on your waist, but they relax after a couple of minutes, his breathing slows down and his fingers start roaming around the sides of your waist, feeling you. His lips continue the small and featherlight kisses on your neck, you tilted your head out of instinct.

"...miss...so much..." Jayce whispered against you again, for him it feels like he can't get enough of these words, he needs to tell you how much he missed you and he needs for you to reassuring him over and over again. Your fingers run down the back of his neck making him gasp and shudder against you.

"Shhhh, you're back home, beloved." You whisper back, his body curls closer, a soft moan leaves his lips and a small gasp leaves yours when you feel something bumping your thigh.

"m'sorry, doll...m'so sorry..." He whined against you, you can feel how he's stopping himself from grinding against you, that second, that small movement sends an electric shot right through his spine and into his brain.

"That's quite alright, handsome." You spoke softly, he nodded but a small needy whine left his trembling lips.

"ngh- m'sorry...been so long, sweetheart, your fingers, you feel- ngh-" He couldn't finish his sentence because his hips betrayed him and moved on their own, a small roll against your thigh, he shivered and moaned, for such a small action, the sound that escaped him was uncharacteristically lewd.

Your hand cups his face, he leans in like a stray cat getting a pet for the first time ever. It makes your heart ache, how broken he returned, but it's also quite pleasant to hear his little breaths and whine.

"Want a hand, puppy?" You ask softly, he closes his eyes taking deep breaths as your words sink, he nods frantically.

"...please..." Jayce whines again, he tries to nuzzle closer but a shot of pain curses through his leg, making him teary eyed and bury his face back on your neck with a pathetic whimper.

"Oh, my beautiful love....shhh..." You whispered, stroking his hair to try and calm him down again, still, his need is growing impatient, he rolls his hips again, slower this time.

"I think our attention should be focused on something else, stud." You whispered pressing a soft kiss on his hair, he whined and shook his head, his big hands gripping against your sides.

"pl- nghh- please, dot, don't leave me like this..." Jayce whines against your skin, there's a sense of guilt behind the shiver that ran through your body, but it's starting to be watered down by his hands starting to wander around your waist.

"Only because you're begging so nicely." You whispered against his ear, the tall man moaned deliciously against you and nodded, he likes to beg, to cry until you give in and reward him.

Your hands went to his shoulders, pulling him away, he gasped and latched onto your waist.

"Shhh, don't worry, my love...let's just get you more comfortable." You said gently, trying to hold a chuckle as the sight of such a tall man holding onto you like a cat would be its favorite toy was quite funny. He nodded slowly, you lay him down on the couch, prepping a cushion on his head and making sure his injured leg was spread and comfortable. He didn't resist, didn't even whine in discomfort.

"Good boy, off to a great start." You whispered with a soft smirk, Jayce felt his member throbbing just from your words, he swallowed and looked up at you with glassy eyes. You leaned down, your lips meeting his forehead, then his brow.

"How I missed you- missed kissing your pretty face." You spoke against his skin, he gasped softly with each kiss, like he forgot how your lips felt and was experiencing them for the first time.

"...missed kisses too..." He whispered softly, you smiled softly, cupping his jaw, your fingers running through his beard, he sighs softly, tiling his head to give you more access to his neck.

"I like this." You whisper with a smirk, Jayce, like a puppy, tilt his head and stare at you.

"you d-do, doll?" He whispered, a little wide eyed, you nodded.

"I like it a lot." You whispered biting your lip as your smirk transformed into a mischievous grin. Jayce felt his cheeks heating up, he nodded at your words.

"I'll ke-keep it then, ngh-." Your lover mumbled, you chuckled softly, the sound of your laughter was so foreign to him but so familiar, he's been hearing it in his dreams for so long, in his delusions and hallucinations it lingered along with blurry memories of your face. His scarred lips turned into the smallest of smiles. With a slow and gentle movement, you got on his lap, your knee just below his aching member, you didn't dare to sit completely, not wanting to lean your weight on his bad leg by accident. Your face leaned closer and locked your lips with his.

It was like being lost in the sea and finally being found. Like the first rain after a hot summer.

Jayce moans against your lips, his hands holding onto you like a life line. He's hungry, starved for so long and finally is allowed to have you. His lips are rough, chapped and his beard makes the intense kiss a brand new experience. You've kissed him with some stubble before but this is a whole different level. And you're loving it.

His cock is hurting, pulsing with need, his hand wanders down to your free hand, he can't talk, his brain is going mushy with all this affection and need, you let him guide your hand, your fingers teasingly brush against the small patch of wetness on his pants.

Jayce lets out a wet and completely lewd sound, his whole body shudders and throws his head back into the cushion. You shudder with excitement, biting your cheek as your fingers undo his pants and finally release his throbbing and leaking cock from his boxers. He moans softly as your fingers brush against his bare skin.

"Nghh- d-doll, please, please, hurts-" He manages to whimper out, his eyes flutter as your hand wraps around his cock, the slow movement makes him whine.

"Good boy, I'll go slow." You whispered softly, leaning back down to meet his lips again, this time the kiss is slower, more soft, he pants and moans against your mouth as your hand moves up and down, stroking his sensitive length.

"s-sweetheart..." He called between gasps and pants, you pulled away slightly, your hand still stroking now a tad faster.

"Yes, baby?" You whisper, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, making his eyes flutter a little bit. Some small shots of cum start leaking already, but you keep stroking, he opened his mouth to talk but only moans came out as you speedy your rhythm, his eyes roll back, his leg started shaking.

His eyes widen, his fingers burying on your skins as he throws his head back, a long shot of cum spitting out of his throbbing cock painting part of your arm white.

"ngh-! Hmmm! D-doll oh!" Tears form on his hazel eyes as another load of his cum shot, he moans against the cushion.

"Good boy, there you go, my lovely." You whispered, peppering kisses on the side of his face. He pants desperately, almost gasping for air, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. The praise goes straight to his brain, his cock still hard and throbbing against your hand.

"Inside you, please, beautiful." He muttered, his hands clinging to your sides like a life line. You stare at him, as you ponder his request, your thumb wiping the tears off his face. You would be lying if all this moaning and crying didn't leave you needy for more.

"Want to be inside me, baby?" You asked softly with a smirk, he nods frantically with a whimper, he mumbles 'please' over and over rapidly, like a prayer. You shushed him by pressing soft kisses on his lips, with a couple of smooth movements your pants and underwear were off. He stares up at you, scanning your features, every little thing that was slowly becoming foggy on his memory when he was in that cave.

Jayce's eyes roam down at your fingers rubbing onto your sensitivity, your soft moans filling your ears as you make yourself wetter, he leans in and steals a couple of kisses, making you gasp softly and smile softly.

"Mhm...pretty..." He whimpered out between pants, your hand returned to his cock, stroking again as you positioned yourself better.

"Wanna taste you..." He adds with a whine. You shushed him gently, cupping his face.

"Another time, my love." You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, his fingers buried deep on your skin, the neediness and strong cling onto you was making you feel so good already. With a soft gasp you went down, his aching member sliding into your wet folds pretty easily. Jayce moaned softly, his healthy leg moved slightly to find a better position, the small movement was enough to bury himself deeper and make you whimper in pleasure.

It's been so long since he filled you so nicely, but you two were like puzzle pieces, perfectly fitting.

"Oh- mhm- I missed you so much, puppy." You gasped softly before starting rocking your hips, his eyes roll in the most delicious way, his mouth slightly open as he pants and moans softly with the slow rhythmic movement.

Your whole body tingles with pleasure, this is slower and far gentler than you've ever been with each other, but after such a long time it felt so good. Almost as good as the first kiss, the first time his hands wandered around your body.

"s-nhg- so good." He mumbled almost mindlessly between moans, his hips moving alongside yours for a couple of seconds. Jayce was exhausted, incredibly so but he needed this so badly. The way you felt around him, your soft sounds and movements made the tiredness dissipate for a moment. He can pretend he's just with you, there's nothing wrong, not when you're with him, your lips touching every inch of his face and your hands caressing him.

Unsurprisingly, the pleasure became too much, his hands gripped around your hips harder and pushed you down, making you moan and tug on his hair involuntarily. With a couple of pushes from his, his leg started to shake, tears built again around his eyes.

"Doll-"

"I know, puppy, you can come." You panted softly, biting your lip as his hips become a little faster and aggressive. A small sob breaks through him before morphing in with a moan, he gasps and leans his head back on the cushion, his seed shooting inside you, the grip on your hips weakness. It felt so heavenly, the gentle throbbing along his sweet sounds were enough to leave you satisfied, Jayce was whispering curses to himself as he finally found relief.

"G-good boy- so good, my love." You whispered shakily, leaning down to rest your forehead against his, some droplets of sweat trailing down his face. His thumbs ran gentle circles against your skin, just feeling you and grounding himself back to reality.

"Love y'so much." Jayce murmurs softly, the pooled tears falling down silently along his cheeks.

"I love you too, puppy." You whispered back, you pulled away from his forehead and tried to untangle your from his body.

"No, pl-please, sweetheart." Jayce murmurs, his voice thick and a little sleepy, he tugs you back in, making you chuckle and nuzzle your face on his chest.

"Just a minute more." He says, keeping himself inside you, one of his hands traveling up to your hair, his chapped lips resting on top of your hair.

"Just let me feel you."

Taglist: @pickuptruck01 @sseleniaa

A/N: IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I hope y'all like it, I went in deep with the feelings instead of the smut I'm so so sorry.

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wolves & lambs

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, mob au, mob boss!toto, age gap (20s/50s), tattoos, established relationship/marriage, missionary position, intimacy & love

a/n: happy birthday toto wolff - sexy for fifty-three beautiful years <3

"i'm curious." christian horner leaned further up against the bar and eyed you up and down, "members of the wolff family all have a similiar wolf tattoo. but, not you? but, yet you came in tonight with the head boss himself..."

you looked over at him, you wished you weren't speaking to him right now. you looked at the fresh tattoo on your arm, it was of a lamb. you replied, "there are many things you don't know about the family, mister horner..." your voice tense as you went back to your sweet alcoholic drink. you had no time for men like him.

"liebling." you looked over and saw toto approaching. he stood a good head over most. he noticed you were next to horner. he raised his eyebrows and got himself next to you. he draped an arm around your waist. he said flatly, "horner."

"curious little girl you got there. what is she, a call girl for the weekend?" horner laughed before the took a sip of his drink.

"no, christian." toto replied, "that's my wife."

toto did his best to keep you out of his line of work. he didn't need his wife getting her hands dirty. most didn't even know that you and toto had gotten married over the holidays. with everyone busy at the end of the year, it was the perfect time for him to take you back to his home country and have a private ceremony.

the wolf of monaco was a dangerous man, and maybe it would've been smarter to have run away when you found out about his line of work. but it was the money or the power that drew you in. you fondly remember when you went on your first date with him. and when he came to pick you up from your tiny apartment, he had brought you yellow flowers.

"they are not sunflowers, sadly they are out of season. but i did the best i could." he chuckled as he placed a hand on your thigh when you got into the luxury car, "but i will make sure when we get married, you'll get your sunflowers." and that left your stomach in knots. talking about marriage during a first date was a no-no at best, but yet. you liked it.

no wonder you were married within a year of dating. everything he owned was now yours. you were mrs. toto wolff. which meant you had to get the family's tattoo. a black wolf inked across your skin. but, before you could get it on your skin. toto had other plans.

thus, you ended up with a sweet lamb on your skin. he simply told you, "something gentle, for the most gentle woman i have ever met." he said as he kissed your hand before you sat in the tattooing chair.

back home from the bar, toto's lips grazed your neck as he took your jacket off your shoulders, "i'm sorry that horner was bothering you." he patted your cheek lovingly, "a yapping terrier like him needs to not bother my wife." he then kissed you on the lips.

toto was an assertive man, he didn't mince his words. straight-forward and near clinical. but, when it came to you. he was all sweet words and gentle caresses. he was your husband first and a mafia boss second. it was your world and he was just living in it.

flowers on special occasions, he held open doors for you and pulled out chairs. he even hung up your coat before he took you by the small of your back and led you through your lavish home. you padded through it with bare feet with your heels at the door.

you were his little lamb and instead of having your neck between his teeth. he was delicate with you, not letting your fleece grow stained with blood. protected little lamb, saved by the wolf. and with his hands on the back of your dress as he unzipped it, you felt more protected than ever.

he kissed you gently as the dress began to be taken off your body. you felt a shiver of excitement race through you as his hands dragged across your warmed skin. you felt the sexual want course through you. he sighed close to you, "my lamb. no one else has captured my heart the way you have. you have no idea what you do to me, how you have changed me. you make me feel more man than monster." he kissed across your jaw and neck, he crowded your space. you felt your stomach do flips as he held you by the small of you back with his much larger hand.

your protective husband, the man you loved. you kissed him on the lips once more before you stepped out of the dress on the floor. your hands the found his button up shirt and started to carefully undo the buttons. your core felt wet as he tended to you so delicately. he made you feel well loved and respected. admired in a way that made your heart sing as you got his belt off. he kissed you once more before he worked the rest of his clothes off.

soon you were both in bed, naked and eager to explore each other's bodies. you moaned against his kiss before you ended up straddling his waist. your hands roamed his body, you touched the dark hair across his chest as you admired his dark eyes. you rubbed your needy sex up against him for a moment.

this was the scariest man of monaco, the wolf. he was just a cute puppy. the thought made you giggle and toto raised his eyebrows at you. you just smiled at him, "don't worry. it's not bad." before you kissed him once more.

he smiled against the kiss and said when it soon broke, "your laugh pulls me in like a siren song. i remember when i first heard it. i knew i had to speak to you soon after. i wanted to hear it again and again." he captured your lips for another kiss and you two moved against one another before he properly laid you out on your shared bed.

"toto."

"my angel." he said lowly as he splayed a hand across your stomach for a moment, "my little lamb." he chuckled lightly, "every day i think you're becoming less like a lamb and more like a wolf."

you felt more heat rise in your face, "i guess you have that kind of effect on me." and let out a small yelp as he pressed his achy cock up against you. you held onto the covers and propped yourself up a little. you tensed for a moment but toto captured your lips into a heated kiss as he sank his cock into you.

even with all the money he had, all that power at his fingertips. there was nothing quite like making love to his wife. sweeter than any pastry, more luxurious than the finest wine, and all belonging to toto. you were his wife, symbolized by the tattoo on your skin and the ring on your finger. everything he did, he did for you.

it was only fair, you were the one who made him feel human. something he felt like he lost a long time ago. you let out a sweet moan and it was music to toto's ears. you had this way with him, your sweet core. the fiber of your being, so compassionate and kind. you left a cold, old man like toto feel renewed like flowers bloom after a cold winter. when he kissed you he felt alive, when he got to be in your space, he felt like a good man. despite everything he had done and what he was capable of. you were the angel who stayed by his side.

you were good with george and kimi, almost like a second mother to the younger man. maybe that was why toto was so protective of you, shuffle you out of harm's way. he needed to protect his lamb. his wife.

he planted his hands on either side of you and moved against you. you remained rested on your elbows while the two of you kissed deeply. the angle didn't allow for him to go as deep as he'd like. but he'd take anything if it meant being close to you. close in a way that only he could be.

the way a husband and wife are close. wrapped up in one another as the two of you heavily kissed. the pleasure moved through body of you, the sounds from your moans got more needy just as his breathing grew heavy.

he felt a slight pain in his hip, but brushed it off. when he was fucking you, any minor aches and pains could be ignored. he had to make you feel good and he wasn't going to let the wear and tear from years of the business ruin his evening. you reached out fro him and draped your arms over his shoulders. you were chest to chest in your intimate position.

he could almost feel your rabid heartbeat. he would say it was like feeling the wings of a hummingbird as he rutted against you. the pace he kept was consistent, his movements short but powerful. he was so much larger than you, and up close it only became more apparent. you were so small, no wonder you were known as his lamb. but toto wasn't that kind of wolf to you. he wasn't going to devour you, but rather protect as you stood on shaky legs. love you with every inch of his heart and every ounce of blood that pumped through it.

you held onto him as he moved against you. his hands on your hips as he eyed you. you could see so much in those dark eyes, they lured you in like a forest in the nighttime. you knew your husband inside and out, you knew the story to every scar, every line in his face and every piece of ink on his skin. everything he had done, while it was dangerous, you loved him.

he gazed into your eyes with more than just lust. his want for you was below surface level. it would be easy to find a young woman of the evening to sink his cock into. but toto wanted you, only you. he wouldn't have made such a commitment to you had he wanted simple sex.

"fuck." you whined as you held him a little tighter. and even with such love for one another, the sex was still enthusiastic and left toto with a wife who could only finish thanks to him. you laid fully out on the bed, your back on the mattress. toto used it as leverage to hike your hips up and move against your quicker. you let out a sharp noise as the pleasure really picked up in your body.

your hands grasped the covers, but soon toto loomed over you further and clutched your hands in his own. he kept you pinned to the bed while his hips worked against you. despite the pain and despite his age, he could keep up with you.

so it was no surprise that soon your noises got higher in pitch and your heart hammered in your chest. your squeezed your eyes shut as you came around his cock. toto kept his pace up as you climaxed. you squirmed under him in the height of your pleasure.

"honey."

"i've got you, little lamb. you look beautiful." he purred as he could taste the pleasure on his tongue. he wasn't going to last much longer not while you were under him, beautiful as ever. he captured your lips once more and you near melted into his touch. you held onto one another as toto gave it a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you.

you whimpered and toto shuddered from the pleasure. you continued to rock against one another until the energy left your body and you were both pleased yet tired. he made sure to lie next to you so he didn't squish his precious lamb under him.

you got under the covers as a slight chill on your sweaty skin made your nipples hard. toto joined you and happily took you in his arms. he kissed you once more, this time less heated.

he rubbed your arm gently as you laid in his embrace. his kisses along your warm skin made your core warm. you felt comfortable in his hold.

"honey."

"yes, my treasure." he said lovingly.

"i think it's time that i make an addition to my tattoo... i want to add a wolf."

toto looked at you for a moment before he broke into a smile, "of course. but you'll still be my lamb?"

you held his face and rubbed your thumb across his cheek. you replied with a smile, "of course, i'll always be your little lamb." <3

[tinfoil-jones]

The pursuit of knowledge is long and demanding but do you also wanna know what else is long and demanding? That right! My need for this man *point to jerk Ford* so here are more questions (I realized the lack of child jerk Ford and sea grunks and now my brain won't leave me alone)

1. Since jerk Ford is a jerk from birth and holds a grudge till the day he dies, how much of Crampelter life did he ruin? I wanna see little jerk Ford saying fuck you and little Stan's reaction

2. If Stan were to get grounded or get detention, how much longer till jerk Ford also gets grounded or gets detention? Or does he just break Stan out of them?

3. Has there been time where Stanley does something bad but people just assumed it's jerk Ford pretending to be Stan or that Stan was pressured into helping jerk Ford? I need to know who Filbrick blames for the missing golden chain in the lost legend comic

4. We're there like full-blown panic for the coast guard, the navy, the fishermen, the pirate, and the marine life? Because "oh God he's in the seas, HE'S IN THE SEAS"

(I will be back >:) muehehehehe)

(1)

In High School, people told Crampelter to leave Stanford Pines alone; that even though he wasn't as big as his brother, he still could and would hurt you in ways you never thought possible.

Crampelter did not listen.

After a week of no retribution from Jerk Ford, and Crampelter assumed that everyone must have been exaggerating, sure the guy was mouthy as hell but-

Wait.

Why is he telling everyone he f***ed Crampelters mom?

He's just bluffing, there's no way-

And then Crampelters mom goes to jail for statutory. And he never lives it down.

He had to move out of Glass Shard Beach after High School.

(2)

Believe it or not, in the AU Stan was a good student. Teachers realized early on that the only way to keep Jerk Ford somewhat behaved was to keep his twin with him, because he was the only person he wasn't a jerk to and could actually talk him down.

So Stanley got a lot of extra help and support from the school and even his parents for his learning needs to be met, so he and Jerk Ford could share as many classes as possible throughout their school years.

Obviously they didn't share every single class because they still had differing interests (Jerk Ford taking robotics while Stan was a theatre kid) and Jerk Ford was a Math and Science prodigy, but they were usually in the same core classes.

Jerk Ford was indefinitely banned from detention in his Freshman year because if he was in detention, you bet whoever the teacher or supervisor was wasn't going to be there.

(3)

Because of how catastrophically bad Jerk Ford was, nothing Stanley did in comparison could ever look that bad.

Stanley took the gold chain? That same week, he and Jerk Ford tried opening a lemonade stand only for the Sibling brothers to do the same thing and take all of their business (not that they got a lot because everyone in Glass Shard Beach stayed clear of Jerk Ford even at the tender age of twelve).

And what happens? Well, Jerk Ford said or did something because the Sibling brothers stand was shut down by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), and also the f***ing FBI showed up; Ascot and Dickie had to wear ankle monitors all summer.

Stanley wouldn't let Jerk Ford take the fall for something he did, however, so he'd own up to it. He'd be punished like a normal kid, none of that 'hold an extra Stan sign' stuff.

(4)

When the expedition for the Stan O'War II began, Jerk Ford was mostly unknown at first. He'd been out of his dimension and believed to be dead for three decades.

At first.

At first.

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, I've been meaning to make this post and I never make it, but I'm rewatching s1 and the thoughts are in my head so, what better time than now. Like, I made this point before but I never went into detail.

The thing with 911 and love interests and the way none of Buck and Eddie's love interests ever stood a chance, is because in order for you to make a relationship work on a tv show, you need to make sure your audience cares about both parts. Obviously, getting 2 mains together, madney or bathena, works very easily because both characters exist on their own, so you're already invested in all parties involved, it's a lot easier to make the relationship work because you don't need to spend time making people care about anyone individually, you're just making them care about the relationship. But then you have the issue of making people care about a relationship when one of the parties is only there to be a love interest.

So let's take Henren. For all intents and purposes, Karen only exists to be Hen's wife, so if they didn't put in the work Karen would be very whatever, because as viewers, our loyalty in most cases will be biased towards the character we see the most. And considering we are introduced to Henren already established, they are already married with a child, which another thing that makes people be less invested, not seeing how it happened, the odds are stacked against Karen, which is bad if the show ever decides to use the character more heavily. But the show introduces her in a perfect way to avoid that happening. For starters, we meet Eva first. And we meet Eva while Hen is making up problems that aren't really there because of the ghost of Eva. We have Athena state how bad for Hen Eva is, we have the conflict Hen herself is feeling, we have her lying by omission. And yes, the whole thing leads to something a lot of people view as unforgivable, cheating, but during that whole storyline, we are siding against Hen, because she is letting this idea of rescuing Eva is making her step out on her family, so we are taking Karen's pain, we are taking Karen's side, and that makes us care about Karen, and therefore we end up invested on them together. And something else is how this all happens while we are still getting to know Hen, so there aren't any preconceived notions of how a relationship for Hen should go.

And the show knows how to work that concept in, but when we are talking about love interests for both Buck and Eddie, is that every relationship is introduced with something that's gonna make us side with them and ignore the other person. Shannon never stood a chance because she was written to be fridged, but leaving Chris is an unforgivable act, Ali isn't around and she fundamentally can't handle who Buck is, Taylor is introduced as willing to hurt Buck's family, Ana isn't around and Eddie is literally panicking about that relationship and even before that, the Christopher of it all, him getting hurt, not wanting Eddie to date, makes it so we're not the biggest fans, Natalia was only interested in Buck's death and since we were watching the damage his death did to everyone, it makes it hard to root for them, Marisol just didn't exist for the audience at all, and Tommy's past plus the circumstances they get together aka Buck hurting Eddie makes it very 😬.

And all of these happened while Buck and Eddie's partnership is continuously shown as getting stronger, so the relationships are fighting against two main characters who have a strong relationship, so it is really hard to establish something that will replace the idea of Buck and Eddie because they're fighting against 7 seasons of partnership. The thing that makes buddie is time. It's everything that happened to them (I mean, the actual thing that makes them it is Christopher but that's a different post). So for a relationship to actually replace them, you need to separate them and then give the new relationship at least half the time buddie had to establish themselves. Audiences generally don't get invested in relationships they didn't see happening, and usually when it's this far into a show and there is another option of paring 2 main characters, it's really hard to make a character likable enough to replace that. People just generally don't end up caring for a character that only exists to be a love interest.

The show knows that, see the way Karen was introduced, so that makes the way they handle Buck, Eddie, and love interests that more pointed.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Patchwork

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be so in love and so… ignorant of the roles you had to play, which lead to you breaking up. But that didn’t seem to keep you away from each other since you now act as Bucky’s nurse whenever he gets hurt. Based off my mini fic here.

Stitched Together | Pull the Thread | In Stitches | Frayed Edges | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It had been weeks since that night where you dad almost caught Bucky at your place. Since then, Bucky deterred his people (and himself) from going to you if they needed medical aid. Not only were your dad's people still casing around your neighborhood, but that night really solidified that things definitely weren't meant to be for you and Bucky.

You were living a content and normal life and he was ruining it for you...again. He didn't want to bring you into his shit, but dammit did he miss you. His heart being pulled in your direction whenever you were near.

He pulled away from you before. He could do it again no problem and you can go back to living your life again. You wouldn't have to sneak around behind your dad's back and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone using you against him.

It'll be fine.

Sacrifices needed to be made if he wanted to continue living this life.

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You're pissed off. Bucky has left you on read for weeks. After your dad left that night, you checked on Bucky. Only he wasn't in your room anymore. He snuck out the window only leaving you a note and wad of cash.

You texted him asking if he got home safe and all he did was give you a thumbs up. When you asked if he could come by so you can check on his stitches, he just read the text and didn't respond.

The first few days you were worried that he might've died. But then you randomly ran into Sam at a restaurant and asked if Bucky was okay.

"He's fine. That's all I can say."

"Seriously? That's all you can say?"

He shrugged at you, "Sorry, Y/N, but I have some business to attend to," he gestured to the man across from him, who stared at you with pleading eyes.

"Right. Sorry," you apologized and went back to your table to continue your meal.

You texted Bucky: So did you tell your people they can't talk to me now?

Read

You grumbled and tossed your phone back into your bag, stuffing your face with food to feel better.

Now several weeks have gone by and you've just been pissed to no end. You do your best to not let what happened with Bucky affect your job, but your fellow nurses can see something is wrong.

They did their best to try to get any info out but all you said was that you were essentially ghosted by a friend. That's as much as you could tell them because there was no way you were going to tell that your ex-boyfriend now mob boss of Brooklyn came back into your life and you were providing medical aid to him and his group on the down-low and then he suddenly disappeared on you, only leaving you on Read and it's pissing you off.

Pretty sure if you told them that, word would reach your dad and you were not going to deal with that.

So you just went with being ghosted by a friend and left it at that.

If only you knew Bucky wasn't doing any better.

To everyone in his organization, they could see how on edge he was.

Every time he looked at his phone, there was a gleam of hope in his eyes and then his gaze hardened. His jaw would clench and he would pocket his phone immediately.

They were all confused on why they suddenly weren't allowed to go to you for medical aid. All Bucky had told them was that they "just can't anymore and that's final."

Sam was the most confused. Usually, being Bucky's right hand, he knows everything behind Bucky's reasoning for things. But for this, Bucky didn't tell him anything. Jack shit.

He wanted to help Bucky whatever was going on and not just because Bucky was Sam's boss but also because they're friends. But all Sam got when he asked what down between you and Bucky was "shit happened is all" not giving any hint of what said "shit" was.

All Sam could tell was that there was a dullness in Bucky that he'd never seen before.

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America and Cassie suggested the three of you go out. It was a Friday night and you weren't working the next morning. So you three dressed your best and went to a club that just opened.

It took about forty-five minutes to finally enter the club but it definitely wasn't a disappointment. There were three levels, each filled with people sitting and drinking, the dance floor crowded as music was booming all around.

America led you to the bar, a round of shots to start the night. You clinked the shot glasses with a exclamation of "Cheers!" before downing the clear liquid.

You were then lead to the edge of the dancefloor, the three of you moving your bodies to the music. You felt yourself loosening up as the alcohol made its way through your system and you got into the rhythm of the music.

The night continued on like that. More shots, more dancing, the occasional potty break that took an hour long each time because the line for the women's bathroom was always long. You didn't even know how many shots you'd taken, but you were definitely feeling a little loosey goosey now.

The three of you eventually found yourselves on the third floor of the club. It was restricted to VIPs but America started chatting with a very gorgeous woman and she ended up inviting all three of you to her table she was sharing with some friends. When you reached said table, your eyes widen when you see one of her friends happens to be Bucky, with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap.

In your inebriated state, you went off on him.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN , HUH?! AND WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS?! I WAS WORRIED AS SHIT AND HERE YOU ARE COZYING IT UP AT A NIGHTCLUB?!"

The entire group look between you and Bucky. America asks, "You know him?!"

Bucky shoots up from his seat, apologizing to the woman who was previously on his lap, "Sweetheart, not here."

"OH FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL THE TIMES I-MFF" Bucky cups his hand over your mouth and gives you a stern look.

"You're making a scene!" He then yelps when you bite him, "The fuck, Y/N!"

"YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

The beautiful woman who was on his lap asks, "Are you guys together or something?"

"No!" you both respond in unison.

You glare at Bucky and he sighs, "Fine. Let's talk. We'll go to my office."

"Your off-you own this club?!"

Bucky smirks, "Co-own with my friend, Steve. Now come on before you make a bigger scene." He grabs your hand and you slap at his hand.

"Don't touch me! I can follow you just fine!" You turn back to America and Cassie, "I'll be back."

"You want us to come with you?" Cassie asks.

You shake your head, "It's fine. I'm safe with him...I hope," and you continue to follow Bucky before they ask anymore questions.

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In Bucky's office, you sit on a plush couch, frowning, arms crossed over your chest.

Bucky closes the door and gets a proper look at you, making it very clear he's checking you out. Which pisses you off even more.

"Stop looking and get to explaining, Barnes! I thought something bad happened to you and then I see Sam and all he says to me is that you're fine. Literally, what the fuck, Bucky. If I did something wrong, then at least tell me and not leave me on fucking Read!"

He sighs and runs a hand over his face, "You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart."

You shoulders sag and you look at him sadly, "Then why won't you talk to me?"

Fuck. Bucky's resolve is weakening as you look at him with sad eyes but you also look so gorgeous at the same time.

"It's-I-" he groans, "Fuck, sweetheart, I shouldn't have come back into your life."

"Why?"

"Because it's not gonna go how I want it to. We can't be in each other's lives again. It's not meant to be. I'm a criminal and you're the daughter of the chief of police! Everything I've worked hard for, your dad wants to take down. Not to mention, I'm putting your life in danger just from you knowing me."

"I'm a grown ass woman, Bucky, I can do whatever I want!"

"Would you tell your dad that we're friends again?" He asks with a serious expression on his face.

You gulp, staring at him as you think of what to say. He nods, "Exactly. That night when you helped me and your dad came over, it hit me that it'd always be like that. Sneaking behind your dad's back, not wanting to upset him and me not wanting you to get hurt because of the life I lead. We're doomed, sweetheart. You gotta accept that."

"I don't want to," you murmur sadly, "I like having you in my life again."

"Me too, sweetheart, but these are the cards we're dealt with," he helps you stand to your feet, "Want me to help you find your friends?"

You shake your head sadly, "No."

"Okay. Stay safe out there, sweetheart."

You lean in and peck Bucky on the cheek, "You too, Buck," and you see yourself out of his office, allowing tears to run down your cheeks when you close the door behind you.

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Bitch Swap

Melissa was walking to her locker, it was the first day of senior year, she had turned 18 over the summer and no one was going to make her feel less than who she was. She felt empowered for the first time. All the seniors were called into school's gym, today's assembly was to find out who would be swapping. The town had a little magic, it went back generations but it was centered at the school. About 20 years ago the principal at the time decided to make things more fair, and used the powers to swap the personalities of two students. He called it "Grass is Greener," but everyone else called it Bitch Swap. Over the summer names were submitted and 5 were posted to the two main groups of the school, the more nerdy kids and the kids that well are huge bitches and sluts. One name was picked from each side for each sex, so one guy and girl, and those people would be changed to conform and fit with the other side. Something that Melissa wasn't aware of, that if your name was submitted and chosen they were given the opposite sides names to vote but not given the same group. So when the nominees were announced and she heard her name she was shocked. "What the fuck?" She looked at her boyfriend, "how the fuck did I get nominated?" He looked at her "We did it, we were putting up names, and we got together and voted in our group and submitted your name, we figured you would never get chosen so you would be safe." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Babe, come on, there are 5 girls and 5 boys picked from each side, that's not a huge chance for you to be picked." "That's 20% dipshit." Melissa's friend Stephanie looked at her "whoa chill out Mel, we all put some names in, you are always overlooked by people in our friends so what makes you think they would ever decide on you." "This is so fucked up, and Stephanie if you were so sure why didn't you put your name in?" "You don't think I did?" "So you put my name in and now I could be picked and changed. This is fucking great." "It won't happen babe." "You don't want to talk to me right now." "Sorry," he said feeling like he wronged the one girl who saw something in him. The principal started to speak, in a more serious tone starts to say some words before opening an envelope, "The chosen few who will be swapping, Morgan Donald," he said talking about one of the larger bullies in school, "and Kevin Jackson," who was a nice guy, for now at least. There were some claps and boos. "For the girls, "Tiffany Baker," as the name was read, oohs went out from the crowd as everyone turned to one of the hottest blondes in school, she was rumored to be fucking at least two guys other than her boyfriend and even a couple teachers. "And Melissa Stout." Her stomach dropped, she was picked, she didn't hear the whispers, the words of students asking who it was. She was known by seniors but not closely known and even when they heard her name they weren't actually sure who it was. Her friends all turned to face her with horror on their faces. Her boyfriend looked "Melissa," she snapped, bringing her hand up and slapping him across the face. "FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, the scream echoing in the gym. She stood up and stormed out of the gym, one of the teachers was there to talk to her. She needed to be spoken to about what was going to happen. She was also going to be given newer classes because the school seemed to notice any one who was changed ended up unable to keep up in their classes. She got a new schedule and went to her locker, she opened it with a bang, some people were taking these aggressive attitudes as her already changing. She was so mad now. Getting to her first class, a remedial English class, she slumped back opening the letter, explaining that no only would she be going through this but everyone else would start to become affected by the magic, by the end of the week no one who knew her would remember who she was unless they truly cared about her. She laughed, "no one I know truly cares about me, otherwise they wouldn't have put my name into that fucking thing."

Tiffany was laughing as she was walking home from school, she heard her named called in the stupid thing and laughed as she knew she would finally be able to get out of this life. She was a slut because her mom was a slut, she went back years ago and found out her mom was picked. Her mom became one of biggest sluts in town, growing up it was all that Tiffany had known and she was walking down the path that her mom ended up walking. Now with the swap she wouldn't be looked at like the biggest slut in school, but would have a chance at college, getting out of this town and moving away so her kids wouldn't have to deal with anything like that. She felt bad for Melissa, she had known her since they were girls, Melissa was a sweetheart. But nothing was going to stop what was about to happen and it would sound like hollow words if she tried to talk to her about it. So she would enjoy the last week of her being this way.

Magic on the body worked quickly, in a few days Melissa's body had swelled and grown, her desires for sex grew as well. She tried to hold onto things with her boyfriend, that first night she practically jumped him when he came over to make her feel better. But he was one of the people who submitted her name, and that made her angry, she also was starting to see him as a nice guy, a kind boy, and that just dried her up. Her needs were becoming that of a wanton slut and her morals were shrinking as she was becoming wicked. Soon Melissa was taking naked selfies, sending them to all the bad boys she knew, even some of the teachers who up until this week were on good terms with her. Now after being cussed out by several of the staff, though more than a couple started hitting on her too, she was starting to enjoy this new life. She had wanted to be empowered this year, wanted to show herself in a new light. Well she got her wish even if it wasn't in the way she had imagined it.

TIffany by the end of the week was enjoying herself. She would wear clothes that didn't show off her body but still made her feel beautiful. Words like beautiful were used to describe her instead of words like slut, town bike, whore. She felt shy for the first time, but she was also noticing the attention from guys had changed, she wasn't being viewed as a piece of meat or as a sexual toy, but being seen for something more. Tiffany soon was soon finding out how nice nice guys can be and felt ashamed for all the guys she teased and tormented, all the ones she led on to get work done. And when she started to date this nice guy, she felt loved for the first time.

Melissa by the end of the week had embraced the change, she would walk down the hall knowing guys were staring at her, trying to eye fuck her, some guys would approach her thinking they had a chance and she would mock them, degrade them and humiliate them in front of the rest of the school. She had a list of boys in school that she could call to fuck her, ones she knew had girlfriends who would still come to her at a call. There were even a few teachers on the list as well, all married men of course, single guys were so easy she got bored of them. She loved making a man cum in her or cum on her face or tits, watching their cocks shrivel back down and then scamper off to their waiting wives or girlfriends. Her favorite tease was her ex boyfriend, funny enough he was the only one to remember who she was. Anytime he got a new girlfriend, she would find out, and call him, send pictures, or meet him at his locker act all lovey dovey to the point were whatever girl he was with would end it because they wouldn't believe he wasn't fucking the biggest slut in school. It helped that Melissa knew everything about him, including the small birthmark by his cock, which was always the breaking point for the girls, because really how would she know if she wasn't fucking him.

[unacknowledgeable]

Yan!batfam x Reader x TMNT (can you tell what I’ve just watched?)

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I'm not really sure what this is i wanted a lil break from the overwhelming angst from my SK!Reader series, kinda just plot points for this idea that I wanna lay out and explore later more in depth, mostly based of 20018, loosely based off the 2012 Turts, the turtles aren't yandere in this, it’s just the general protectiveness of their family lol :p 

The typical neglected batsibling lol, shows up to the manor at age 5, after the disappearance of your mother, 2 years after Bruce adopted dick

Alfred had really put his foot down on you knowing about bruce's “nightly excursions”, citing the different backgrounds and skill sets as to why Dick was allowed and you weren't even told

So, there's already distance, such a huge secret and constant dangerous activities

Someone who didn't have that drive for justice, and two who needed it like air

That, and that bruce didn't really know how to deal with not just some kid, but his kid that wasn't really supposed to exist at all

You were a complete accident, bruce didn't even remember who your mother was without digging into decades old new articles of his past relationships, years after you had already left the manor

On a lighter note, you meet the turtles pretty early on, which definitely saved you in the long run, despite the rocky start

Three years after arriving at the manor, at the age of 8, you run into the turtles while playing (unsupervised, mind you) by gotham harbor

You heard them in one of the sewer drainage pipes, and after some talking, you asked them to play (you didn't actually expect them to say yes, no one ever did)

They were hesitant, they can't just show themselves willy nilly! They got so lucky with April, but that was April, who saw them first and had to ask questions later

But you had asked questions first, so you’ll get to see them later 

You saw their silent hesitation, and at the risk of looking desperate because you were  you offered to blindfold yourself, so you wouldn't see (don't ever do this, y/n’s dumb and 8)

And they agreed! They actually agreed! You’d been so excited! So excited you barely noticed just how many times you fallen, because the boys played a little rough but you were determined to keep up

So when the time came when you had to leave, you were covered in bruises and mud

Alfred wasn't exactly pleased, but you were smiling and happy, so he wouldn't look a gift horse on the mouth

After that you kept going back, day after day, to play by the waters edge, with people you couldn't see but saw you, instead of staying cooped up in the manor, where you saw everyone and were seen be none

Of course, being batman's kid, you were able to deduce that these kids where some type of mutants, you can only get get knocked over so many time before realizing what you're running into is a hard shell and the hands helping you up only having 3 fingers

So eventually, you find out just exactly what they look like, what kinds of turtles they are etc

This totally doesn't spark a near life long love of turtles, leading you to decorate your entire childhood room with the reptiles, nope no way

You meet April later, since she lives a lot further than the turtles do, and while you could get away with sneaking off to the harbor for 1-2 hours just fine, it was a bit difficult finding a time lapse of time long enough before Alfred grew wary of where you ran off too

The turtles think your dad is some kind of bat mutant or vampire, because you talked about overhearing Barbra and Dick talking about bruce being this “batman” once

No they don't realize they were talking about THE batman until they are way older lol

Otherwise they don't really think anything of it bc their dads a rat like, it’s normal for them

Reader definitely is like, super buff in this bc you've been roughhousing with 4 mutant superhuman turtles since childhood, OF COURSE your gonna be buff

Plus your older than them so losing is just a non option for you, your far too competitive for that

You bring Donnie whatever gadgets you can from the house for him to take apart and use

You’ll bring Mikey spray paints and tag the abandoned theme parks together

You get Raph high quality bedding to stop his spikes from ripping them

You taught Leo how to play chess, and you have a running score on whose won, going back yeaaars

You and April end up going to the same school, (you begged Alfred a lot) so you had a pretty active social life outside the manor and you help her with her job searches a lot

I can't decide if I want Gotham and New York to be sister cities, or just treating them as the same place, I'm still figuring that out lol. I just find the hijinxs of the turtles vs. the angst of the batfamily to be so funny and the worms agreed sooo.

[dedfly]

Hii! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Shadow milk cookie x reader? Just about how he would act when he realizes he loves you and how his actions and stuff changes when he starts to have a crush on you? <3

I can't believe i writing again. Requests are still closed(only writing related ones i still prefer drawing stuff.), I just couldn't help myself with this one. New trailer made me all nostalgic

Disclaimer:

This is about Shadow Milk, if we talking real people here rember if someone loves you they would not play mind games. They are not cookies of deciet, it's not their quirky trait. Your partner or friend should be clear with you from the start

Remember there always would be people who loves you. And you always deserve better

Cw: Mentiones of gaslighting

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Shadow Milk cookie x reader

♪ Can't say it would be long realisation. Maybe few days not the love from first sight but not the slow burn you know?

♪ But it surely would be "Oh yeah... This one" with creepy ass smile

♪ Alright, let's go and look past his thick hair right into his messed up head.

♪ We still would see the same pragmatic cookie just this time all his schemes about making...no, actually

♪ He would not try and get out of his way to make you fall in love with him.

♪ Why would he? It's inevitable.

♪ All his "little" courtship focused on one simple thing - leaving an impression

♪ You will rember him and what's is most important

♪ All your little partners didn't bring you as much effort as he did

♪ And by efforts I mean focusing all his attention on you

♪ Making you speak more than he usually let anyone

♪ Doing his sweet voice while he speaking to you

♪ Gifting you flowers some flashy gifts with ribbons, but nothing too resembling of him...yet

♪ But I don't think he would change drastically it's still him. He would be lying and deciving feeding you with half truths just like everyone

♪ It's in his nature, really

♪ His flirting is fleeting with you. Blink and you miss it

♪You can say but he's a total flirt with Wind Archer and Pure Vanilla why not me?

♪ Well it's me who writing this okay? I think he just being annoying to them on purpose. It's not actual flirt he would use in a serious courtship

♪ Just kidding, he would act differently just to look how far your boundaries stretches

♪ I mean he's also a performer which is making it way worse

♪ He so dramatic and his courtship, he's too reminiscent of a bird

♪ You will notice his act in no time. His attitude to you would be special that's for sure

♪ You might think uh aren't you just contradict yourself? No why would I? :)

♪ His actions still making you doubt his intentions

♪ WORSE of all he would not be reassuring in a traditional way so it not helping. He's still vague about his true intentions

♪ Not in a tsundere way more like a "Me? Flirting with you? Hm... How odd. You sure my gesture of gratitude isn't messing with your head?" "What? Do YOU want it to be something more?" And more of the "Are you sure? I don't recall that"

♪ Oh yeah and it's all in a lovey dovey period... Don't think he would be the one confessing first.

♪ His attitude would draw you insane that's for sure

"Ah? Asking me out on a date??? Hm... Tsk tsk tsk. Took you long enough."

♪ His mask would quickly fall off as soon as you get in a relationship tho.

♪ You will choke on his love in the best way possible

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Okay I'm not surprised thr only cookie who made me want to sit down and write this there Shadow Milk

[scarletemeterio]

Hello!! Can i request for ekko with an reader who likes to draw him a lot and he finds her Sketches on accident? Thank you!!

Secret Sketches (Ekko x Reader)

Warnings: slightly suggestive, like just a tiny little bit

Genre: fluff i guess

Word Count: 1k

Reader has no set pronouns

You loved sharing your art with people, especially with the Firelights' leader, but there was a secret sketchbook no one had ever seen, and you wanted to keep it that way. The fact that it was a secret wasn't a secret, pretty much everyone knew it, but no one dared touch it, mostly out of respect but also out of fear for your reaction.

However, every now and then Ekko insisted on seeing it, filled with curiosity.

"Come on, I'm sure that whatever's in it is amazing," he said.

"It's not that, it's just that it's a private thing, Ekko," you reminded him. "No matter how much you insist, I won't show you," you said, giggling.

"Well, it was worth trying," he messed with your hair and you let out a grumpy grunt.

Your relationship with him was the nicest thing you had, and even though you always teased and even flirted with one another, you didn't want to mess things. Things were good, there was no reason to change them. Nothing had actually ever happened between the two of you, but the tension was there all the time. With everything going on in Zaun, you both had other things to worry about.

Still, it was nice to dream sometimes. Nice to dream about you lying on his arms at night, legs wrapped around each other while he played with your hair. Or nice to dream about the mundane things, like cooking together and giving each other massages at the end of a long and tiring day.

Sometimes you shared small moments of peace. This was one of them, both of you in his office just talking about whatever, forgetting about all the horrible things for a while. You enjoyed being with him while he worked, not needing to fill the silence every single time and just took pleasure in his company. It was a good deal too, he worked on whatever it was that got his attention lately, and you could draw in peace. Draw him, specifically. Occasionally, Ekko would ask you what you were working on, but you simply brushed him off.

It was late now, every one else was asleep, but you two were still up, and it was beginning to get a bit chilly.

"I think I'm gonna go find a jacket or something," you told him. "I'll be back in a minute, don't set the place on fire," you teased.

"No promises."

He decided to clean up his desk a bit while you were gone because it was a mess, and in doing so he accidentally spilled some water when he hit a glass. Panic filled him quickly, because some of the water had reached your sketchbook. He grabbed it so it wouldn't keep getting wet and in doing so, some sheets of paper fell to the ground. The boy cursed himself for making such a mess in a matter of seconds and went to pick up the papers. Once he actually saw what he was holding, he paused. It was him in different settings, different angles but always him. He should've stopped himself but couldn't fight his curiosity and actually opened the book, seeing that every single page was filled with his features. Before he could continue going through it, you came back and you saw him.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" You instantly recognized your sketchbook and soon had a mix of emotions inside of you, anger and fear being the most prominent ones.

"I'm sorry I- It was an accident."

"How could going through my private things be an accident?"

"I spilled some water and then some sheets fell on the floor and I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself," he blabbered. The silence was awkward for the first time between you two until he broke it again. "Why me?"

You immediately knew what he was talking about, and there was no way you could evade the question or lie to him. "Ekko...," you said and looked at him. "Please, I don't want to embarrass myself again."

It was like you'd said everything without actually saying anything at all. He knew, and you knew he knew, and there was no going back now.

"So what, you think I'm that good-looking?" He teased and chuckled before getting closer to you. "Can't get me off your head?"

You looked into his eyes and then nervously swallowed. "To be honest, no, I can't," you said, "but only because you're a big dumbass."

He smirked and cut the distance between the both of you, placing his lips against yours. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck while his were on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "You wanna draw me naked next?" He said against your lips. You chuckled and lightly hit his shoulder before kissing him again, thinking that the jacket you'd brought minutes before was completely useless by now, Ekko could keep you warm for now.

[reyreadersblog]

Hi y'all.

So i wasn't going to make a serious situation out of this but i had to bcs of @lucien-calore

She made a post.

So, "Libby left the chat" was a harmless joke, this type of jokes has been "trending" in different communities and fandoms since 2020-2021.

And my post contained NO kind of insult whatsoever. It was a joke. J.O.K.E.

Here for those of you who don't know what it is.

But for some reason @lucien-calore got offensive. And made a huge deal out of NOTHING.

When i got tagged in this i laughed out loudly, i rlly thought "they can't be serious" and since comments were blocked and restricted i rebloged with this.

Oh and btw, Libby and Avery spend a lot of time together, and she wasn't "RASIED" as an only child, which is mentioned in games untold, that her and Libby spent a lot of time together, before her mother took her away (even after it they were still in contact) Avery talked about how Libby and her got into stupid fights sometimes and her mother used to give them "the look".

But anyway..i srsly didn't know this, i reread the book after this whole drama to make sure, and i wasn't insulting her in the first place SINCE I DIDN'T KNOW AND IT WAS A FUCKING JOKE. And then she insulted me and called me an idiot for no reason at all💀💀

This is my reply, bcs obviously they needed some reality check.

After this a few of my moots replyed to her telling her that her behaviour was childish and it was never that serious.

and i was this is getting out of hand and i apologized. Even tho i litearlly had nothing to apologize for, she was the one who called me an idiot but i wanted the stupid thing to end.

But no she kept on going, with her insufferable babbling. I was going to let it go until she started talk shitting about my friend @jkriordanverse even tho i told her to leave her out of it.

"DRAGGED THEMSELVES" does your dysfunctional brain REALIZE that she has her own right, as for everyone else, to reply, comment, or react to anything the way she wants. The only bully here is you, and you should control your fucking nerves, take some medicine, go to a therapy. You do not insult someone you don't even know, esp if they made a harmless joke, OR rebloged and made a comment about something, WHICH, they have full right to do so. "Childish as your bff" pft, saying emotionally unstable, unemployed person who has serious problems...ironic.

Just so you know, i never wanted to make the whole drama out of it but you are the one who started it in the first place. And i will be blocking and reporting you after i post this. Idgaf what you say after this. Have a nice life.

[hyperpotamianarch]

I really wanted to reblog this the first time I've seen it, but there's a problem: I might be an outlier.

I don't have .uch trouble understanding the Tanach usually. I mean, occasionally there's a word I'm slightly less used to and I'll have some trouble understanding it, but usually I'm fine. The fact I regularly study it might help, though.

The reason I chose to reblog this now is that just a couple of days ago I had a lecture that touched that. For context: I'm currently studying to become a Tanach teacher. This course is specifically about how to teach Tanach, and the teacher there touched a common problem in teaching it nowadays: children tend to not understand certain words. The teacher of that course, who's also a Tanach teacher for I think middle schoolers (though it could be elementary), said he noted the words the children didn't understand and each week issued them a test over them, preparing them on advance by telling them about that. This is a method I'm used to seeing in studying Talmud - we always had small tests on common Aramaic words.

My teacher blamed this on lower readership rates in children. I don't really know about any of that, and as mentioned - my experience wasn't like that. But this may be a problem.

Not everyone knows the Te`amim, that much is true, but when you know them I don't think it's too hard to read. There's also a relatively new edition of the Tanach with modern punctuation called מקרא פשוט, but I'm not sure if I advice using it as punctuation is interpretation in this case.

What edition of the Tanach are you using that ם and ס are so similar? I just had a look at the Koren one, and while the similarities are apparent - so are the differences.

Now, to be fair, you don't seem like you're looking for a more readable Tanach, so I probably shouldn't start talking on that. I would like to complain about the Tanach I was given by the IDF - it's a terrible edition, I have no idea why they stopped giving away Tanach Koren.

i'm so curious about this

are native hebrew speakers able to read and understand tanakh like americans are able to read and understand shakespeare? or do y'all need to specially learn biblical hebrew before you're able?

also does your native hebrew ability make it easier to read the siddur and not have to take a long time figuring out how to pronounce something?

that's a really interesting question!

so it's been a while since I read the tanach, but iirc most words are pretty similar to their modern counterparts, until once in a while you get a word that sounds like it's taken straight out of LoTR so you need to read it out slowly.

actually wait I have a tanach ill try reading from it rq

ok so reading it quietly is pretty easy, I can read it fast, but reading it out loud takes more time because:

biblical hebrew has slightly different pronunciation to modern hebrew? or the flow of words is different, a word I'd expect to have an ah sound will suddenly have an eh

ig it kinda has a shakespherean feel to it? some of it does sound like how I'd talk if I tried to sound old timey like shakesphere.

there is no punctuation anywhere. or more like, there is, but in the form of ancient nikkud that isn't taught anymore. all of these symbols symbolize the flow of the text in ways that we can't understand, so I can't tell when to take a break or when the sentence ends. all of those symbols also distract my eyes from the nikkud I do know.

the font is abysmal, ס looks like ם 😭

so tldr yeah it does.

also I could've just answered that I didn't need to learn to read the tanach separately from reading hebrew lmao

[xo-edwinspaynes]

It's the first day of DBDA character appreciation week, which means that I will be making a very special post about a very special boy.

(This is going to get somewhat personal, so be forewarned. This is okay to reblog. I didn't go into specifics.)

An open letter to Edwin Payne -

As much as I love Charles and Niko, you have had a special place in my heart since the moment I turned on Dead Boy Detectives. I don't know why - maybe it was just a premonition of how much you would come to mean to me.

When I was in high school, I was horribly abused by a teacher in my school. The entire system worked to cover it up; after all, the district didn't want a scandal, and the other teachers didn't want a blemish on their good name. The rug-sweeping and the lack of justice hurt almost as much as the years of abuse. There's no feeling that small, that insignificant, to feel like experiences that left you changed and shattered don't matter.

By the time we got to your scene in the butcher shop, I already had fallen in love with your character ten times over. We're both obvious queerdos and I love you for it.

But when you started talking about the school covering up your death, and Charles's, and how nothing happened when you died, it struck a nerve. Because we didn't matter, in a voice so hurt and resigned, was something that resonated with every molecule in my body.

I'd thought the words a million times over. We didn't matter. Why didn't we matter? We deserved to matter!

It was the first time anyone had echoed that sentiment that I held close to my chest. And immediately I realized why I love you so much.

You and Charles work to get justice for others who didn't have it. I bet if you were real, and I were dead, you would work to get justice for me like no one has. Watching you work and solve cases, watching you make sure that everyone's trauma matters, it makes me feel like there's hope for me. Because there are good people like you out there, real people. People who would read to a dying boy after escaping literal Hell.

Edwin, I am completely and utterly gone for you. There are precious few characters as dear to me as you are, and without you, I know that the resentment that still sits inside me would have festered and burned. Your tenacity and your bravery astound me, and the way you escaped an undeserved fate in Hell is nothing short of beautiful. Your kindness after what you have seen and been through is astonishing, and the way that you altruistically help others and love selflessly feels like it's broken me apart and remade me into something better than I have been.

Thank you, Edwin. Thank you. Thank you. I love you more than I can say.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

i saw you in a dream a two-part Karasu Tabito x Filipina!reader story part two

Synopsis: The dreams of a distant war led you to believe that he could exist now. Maybe he did.

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warning: Discussions of history (especially with how Japan teaches it), reincarnation au, reoccurring dreams, fluff, a little ooc (sighs again i know), mentions of Karasu's childhood experiences (lmao huhu)

Author's Note: Now, I know that the discussions of Japan's way of teaching their people about the history of WW II are quite different from how the rest of the world tells it and how it's still controversial, I dabbled lightly around this sensitive topic just to give an insight of how the reader and the other characters dealt with it. I just wanna give you a heads-up on that. If you have any insights about it, please let's discuss it together through replies, reblogs, dms, or asks. I want everyone who reads this part to have an open mind and be willing to give out their points in terms of writing and history. Thank you so much for reading the first part.

Read part one here!

@mininji @wannabepoeticischiya @x3nafix ✨

You were 8 years old.

The dream was always blurry like a camera lens that needed some wiping. The voices sounded underwater; only its tone was familiar to you. The song from the record player was oddly clear to you, but you never figured out what the song was. You can feel the grief in it... because, in the dream, you were the woman left behind by... what was his name again?

At a young age, you'd always read the story of the Japanese Occupation in the Philippines in your History Book almost every week, memorizing the events. However, to your knowledge, you know that there's something more than just the important date of when the Bataan Death March started and where the destination was or what McArthur said when he fled the Philippines for safety. 

You asked your teacher to tell you more when the class reached the lesson, being the only one awake and active in such a boring class. She was more than willing to tell you more after classes for a one-on-one session, further increasing your excitement. She warned you as you sat comfortably beside her desk that the deeper event of the colonization wasn't for children, to which you only responded, "I'm a big girl, teacher! I'm sure I can handle it." 

You did not.

Because who even knew that there were abuses against women, forcing them to bring men comfort? Who even knew that the Philippines suffered the most because of the battles between Japan and America? Who knew the country was almost erased from the map because of the war? Who knew that it was a bloody part of the country's history?

You struggled to sleep that night, and the dream didn't help you much.

By age 12, your parents took you to Japan as they worked there. It was better for everyone to be together; they told you to comfort you as you cried and cried not to let you leave your grandparents' house. They promised a complete family if you just go with them this time. The plane ride in a foreign country, the country that did so much damage to your homeland, made you feel nauseous. You didn't want to be with these people, you thought, as you sat in your seat, unable to understand anyone in class. It was a sad sight. You were thankful that your dad was patient enough to teach you basic phrases and Hiragana. "You'll get better when you make friends. That way, you can talk and learn from them," he told you one night after your nightly tutoring session.

Easier said than done. Until someone did approach you.

He was nice, at least. He didn't care much that you were different and quiet. He sat beside you one day and said, "Otoya." You replied with your last name, and he nodded. Then he started to talk. You tried to understand what he said, and he was patient enough to let you process what he said before saying more. He was so chill around you that you brought him home to introduce him to your parents, saying, "Ma, Pa, Otoya," then turning to Otoya, saying, "Otoya, Ma, Pa."

It was a weird sight that your parents talked to him more than you did to him, your parents translating what they just said in your native tongue. Slowly, he became a frequent visitor in your home, being around whenever your father gave you your daily language lessons. When you started to get the hang of the language, you finally had a proper conversation with him without writing your questions and responses on paper. There would be times that Otoya would correct you, and you'd roll your eyes at him at which he'd just shrug.

You told him about the dream, how it's connected to history, and how your country suffered. You and Otoya had a silent argument about what version of history was right, almost causing both of you to almost break off your friendship.

You decided to say sorry and to just drop the history thing. But Otoya was still intrigued by your dream.

"Might be reincarnation," he said as you two were taking a break from studying, lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. His silvery hair shone from the sunlight streaming through the window. You sighed and started to fidget on the hem of your shirt. "That would be weird. Why would I be a reincarnation of a sad lady?" you asked quietly. Otoya turned to look at you, his slanted eyes looking bored yet interested. "Maybe you'd grow into one," he teased, his tone unchanging. He always spoke nonchalantly, but you always picked up the intention of his words through the little quirks of his voice. You grabbed your notebook and slapped his head with it, earning a little "ow" from him. "And you'd grow up into a miserable old man who will never get a girlfriend."

Otoya laughed softly and shook his head. "You're wrong. I'm already on my sixth girlfriend this year," he said, his laughter fizzled into a small smile on his lips. "Eugh, we're in our second year of middle school and you had 6 girlfriends already? Gross." 

"If you aren't so hung up with your dreamscape husband, maybe you'd enjoy dating too," he replied, sitting up. The ends of his silver hair dropped on his forehead, then he fixed the green streak in front. "Are you really gonna grow your hair out?" you asked, ignoring his comment from earlier. Otoya nodded and messed his hair up a little. "I read somewhere that girls are into guys with longer hair. Might wanna try that out."

You let out another gagging noise before you sat back up. "Enough with the dating talk. You disgust me."

You noticed that the dreams were becoming clearer yearly, revealing more events. The conversations were a little audible, the faces of your dreamscape siblings were no longer a blur, and the song... you were finally able to figure out the tune of the song. The moment you woke up one day, you quickly hummed the song through your phone's voice recorder, hoping one day you'd find the title. 

By the time you reach the age of 17, you realize you've been having the dream more frequently than before, sometimes five times every couple of months. By now, you know how deep the man's voice was, comforting and warm despite the situation. He was caring, he was kind. You wondered if Otoya's guess years ago of this being a reincarnation was true because now, you only wanted to find someone like the man in your dreams. How much of a coincidence would it be when you find the same person as him?

Five years have passed, and you have slowly forgotten about the dream. Maybe it was just your busy life that made you forget how you had it for the past year. Now, it's just an afterthought, a memory of how you experienced a love story every time you closed your eyes at night. 

The classroom door opened, revealing Otoya and the security guard following behind him. "Eita! It's class hours, what are you doing here?" You asked, pushing him out of the room. The kids inside the room gasped and giggled, hushed conversations between them. "You're attracting too much attention now," you scolded him silently. Otoya shrugged and replied, "Come with me this weekend." Typical Otoya, not acknowledging the commotion he's causing. Now kids are lurking by the door, looking at the star footballer and wondering what he's doing with their beloved English teacher. You smiled at them and asked them to get inside, your sweet voice filling the hallways. The kids giggled and hid behind the door. "Eita," you said, returning your focus to your childhood friend, "you could've texted me that you're back in town."

"You could've been busy, and this is easier. I've invited some soccer friends to visit and take them around the city. Plus, they don't believe I have a best friend, so come with me," Otoya replied, his voice a little sing-song tune, but when he sounds like that, he's annoyed. You scoffed, reaching out to tug his green-streaked hair gently. "Alright, I'll accompany you and your friends. Just text me the details so I can clear my schedule, but only on the weekend. Okay?" 

As soon as Otoya nodded, you started to push him out of the hallway. "Now you have to leave. The kids might not be able to stop themselves from seeing more of you." Otoya nodded and waved at the kids peeking through the door, watching him leave. The moment you turned to tell the kids to get back inside, they started to bombard you with questions about your relationship with Otoya and how you knew him. You sighed, knowing that the lessons would be put aside for this.

The moment Karasu heard Otoya mention your name in the locker room after their last match, he knew.

The dreams, he knew this is what it meant. He knew that he was going to meet you one day. "Who?" he asked.

"Oh, interested?" Otoya replied, "Too bad 'cause she's in love with someone else."

He must be interesting, Karasu thought, but meeting you might change everything. Maybe. Chigiri chimed in, saying he doesn't believe that Otoya has a best friend when all he talks about are girls and how to pick them up. "How about we visit each other's hometowns while off-season?" Otoya suggested, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder, and waiting for Karasu and Chigiri to finish up. Chigiri shrugged, saying he was okay with it. Karasu agreed too, saying it would be interesting to look around.

Your name has been on his mind for years, it's crazy. He has never told anyone about his dreams, how he sees himself as a soldier in high ranks, marrying a girl in a country he has studied so much about, learning as much as he could, even the parts he cannot accept at first but kept his mind open for the possibility that it might be true. It was crazy enough that people might start making fun of him for it, so he kept it to himself, kept it in his heart, and swore to find you, even if the possibility of meeting you were low. He believed that in his ordinary life, this dream made it extraordinary.

The dreams started when he was 8. Every night, it’s always so clear. Karasu could see the face of the lady, the way she smiled, the way she cried when he left, the way she looked when he danced with her. The sad lady, he once called her, became his favorite dream. Maybe that's why he rejected Marisa. He was too in love with her. 

It was sad when he dreamt of the lady less and less as he aged. He could remember her name, her face, and her voice. Karasu knew that this might have meant something.

He read about reincarnation in other religions and how it works. He read about it in fairytales and watched it in romance movies his sister loved to watch. Karasu knew he could be reaching, but if he kept dreaming of a certain woman, this might be it.

Now it seemed fate was working overtime as he and Chigiri waited for Otoya to pick them up at the station. It was a lovely day, too. The breeze was gentle and cool, and the sky was as blue as ever. 

He knew this would be the day he’d meet the sad lady.

"Sup," Otoya greeted as he arrived, walking towards the two. "Where's your best friend?" Chigiri asked, looking around, "You said your 'best friend' would be here."

"She will be here. She has some school things to do," Otoya responded.

"Student?" Chigiri asked.

"Nah, teacher."

The day went on as Otoya took Karasu and Chigiri to local spots to avoid a surge of tourists that day. Otoya was good at playing tour guide for the two, taking pictures of each other, noting places with great deals, and buying souvenirs for their families. It was not long before Otoya took Chigiri and Karasu to Sakae District, awaiting your arrival.

And Karasu knew you before you even spoke.

God, you looked exactly like how you did in his dream. The kind eyes, a smile that could take every worry away, and your hair, though longer, was the same. But you weren’t as sad as you were in his dreams. "Is that her?" Karasu asked, his eyes glued on you as you walked towards them. "Yep."

"Hi, guys! I'm sorry I joined you so late! Had to grade the kids' essay papers," you said, your cheerful voice somehow lifting their exhaustion. Otoya threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you to him. "It's alright. We had fun without you anyway."

"Rude," you scoffed, nudging his rib with your elbow. "Are you gonna introduce me to your soccer friends, Eita?"

"Ah, right. Karasu, Chigiri, Y/n. Y/n, Karasu, Chigiri."

Your mind somehow sparked at the name. Karasu. Where have you heard that name again? 

His eyes met yours, pretty blues that reminded you of something distant. A memory? His smirk reminded you so much of someone you met before. He was familiar yet a stranger, someone you want to know more and get close to. What was this feeling?

You held out your hand for Chigiri, which he was happy to shake, and turned to Karasu who held your hand firmly, and for a split-second...

You were taken back to the conversations in the dream about the war and the soldier telling you he loved you, how he told you he wanted you as his wife, and how his name was...

"Tabito?"

Karasu smiled at you as he stepped closer, meeting your gaze once more.

"So, it really is you, Y/n. I've been waiting to meet you for years."