#ns lucy

[cobaltbambi]

Now thinking about being leashed while eating another sub out. Domme holding my leash and tugging me a little closer to her pussy if she thinks I'm slacking 🫠💖

[divinevespera]

Found you, Spooks.

Silly pet.

and here I was juuust about to send you the link silly mistress. Seems you're faster than I am.

[ohcorny]

so! it's been a year since i put never satisfied on hiatus, and 9 years since i started posting it, and rather than make you read everything if all you want to know is "when's it coming back?" the answer is still: don't know! but the answer has also shifted closer to "it isn't" the longer i've spent on break, and i think it's worth being up front about that.

i talked about it a little here a few weeks ago, but the long and short of it is that between taking on better paying work, writing better stories, and looking back at what i'd already done for never satisfied... i just don't think i want to continue it? the year off has been incredibly good for my mental health, and i can't see myself wanting to go back after the two-three years still ahead of me on my current project. that's not to say i never want to return to the characters or the concept, but if i did, i imagine it would be with something completely new, in a different form. after all, i started this comic when i was 21 years old, a lesbian, and a sophomore in college. i am now just shy of 30, a bi man, and overall a completely different person than i was, back when i was writing without a plan and putting all of my insecurities into the comic--insecurities i don't identify with anymore. lord i'm closer to rothart's age than i am to lucy's. hate that

anyway. you have all been extraordinarily kind for following never satisfied for as long as you have, for supporting it as much as you have, and being as patient as you have. whatever form never satisfied takes in the future (god willing, with a more cohesive story structure and A PLAN FOR THE ENDING, WHICH BY THE WAY I NEVER, EVER HAD) i hope to see you there!

in the meantime, as an update on where i'm at with the thing that made me stop working on NS: i finished it! all the pages for Hunger's Bite (if you remember it with a different title: no you don't) have been turned in and now it's just revisions and covers and then........ waiting a year until it can come out. because that's how it is in traditionally published graphic novels! nothing releases for a full year after you finished it! and you're even getting it earlier than was originally planned, because i'm a creature and finished it like three months ahead of schedule. i've also already started thumbnailing the sequel book which i can't talk about whatsoever and will now be working on that for the next two years and then HOPEFULLY the first book will have done well enough that i can sell a third! so you better buy it when it comes out next february!!!!!!

to ease you all into it, i wanted to do a little crossover to introduce the main characters. we have emery, whose design is fully and unintentionally just Seiji Again down to his color palette (but seiji would bully him if they met. like so hard. he's a wimp). then we have neeta, a girl who dreams of travel and cares deeply about worker's rights, and wick, a vampire agent investigating the mysterious and sinister new owner of the 1910s ocean liner emery and neeta call home. he's also gay. but sorry lucy, you aren't his type. you're not mean enough.

the best place to keep up with me these days is probably here, as this first book gets closer to release, i will probably be posting about it a lot. and i will certainly post about it here when there's an official release date and cover reveal! i hope you'll go read it. i really think if you liked never satisfied and its themes, you'll like hunger's bite!

thank you again for reading!!

[rizzoreads88]

People are crazy. SJM has hinted at a possible Ezriel romance since ACOMAF. They have shared a lot of sweet moments, and she immediately felt comfortable with him, even when she was traumatized after the Cauldron. I mean, Cassian mentions that Azriel finally got over Mor, and people really think that Azriel, who spent 500 years pinning after Mor, moved on only because of lust?

It’s funny that Azriel was after Mor for so long but never actually made a move even though to his knowledge she was single that whole time…Yet he makes a move on Elain.. Makes you wonder how strong his feelings must be for elain….

1) The antis always like to use the one line where he says “he hadn’t planned further then the fantasies” and use that as absolute truth and throw everything else away. Just because he says he hasnt made any plans yet doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought further… why would he be making plans to be with her as of now she has a mate and is seen as off limits to him… which Rhysand reinforces in the bonus chapter. Sure if people want to take one snippet and focus on just that and throw everything else away they can…but we’ve gotten many moments between them that proves he cares.

2)In the same bonus chapter azriel talks about having razor sharp thoughts but his head going quiet around elain, how he saved her soltice gift from the year before and keeps it on his dresser and looks at it every night… also how he knows her so well he didn’t need his shadows to read her. If azriel ever did or said even 1 of these things for Gwy* the Gwy*riels would be screaming from the rooftops azriel was in love with her. but because he does these things for Elain and not who they ship him with they try to reduce it down to “just lust”

3)He lent his prized possession to Elain and no one else. That’s just just?!

4) The man was willing to die to rescue her. Then when he does actually rescue her and brings her back he is injured and bleeding but refuses to go get looked at until he knows she’s ok. He straight up carries her to them and tells them to get Helion to get these chains off of her. I mean when he saved gwy* from sangravah he did none of that. He hands her off to mor and continues on his mission and never even checks up on her after. But with Elain he goes through all this and it’s just lust?

5) and the antis are alll going to say “well we have to go by what he says it’s his own pov” ok but it’s funny that when Luci*n says he wants to go see if she is worth it or that he can’t stand to be around elain anymore then it’s a different story.. then they say we can’t just go by what Luci*n says we have to look at his actions. But also when feyre goes into Luci*ns head when he first goes to visit Elain In acowar what was the first thing he thought? “She hadn’t yet turned toward him, but the ravages of her fasting were evident enough. Touch her, smell her, taste her—“ acowar. So when we are in his head he notices how frail she is yet still fantasizes about what he wants to do to her… but yet where is everyone saying he just lusts after her? Now to be fair I do think Luci*n cares for her I’m just showing how they pick and choose when to use this argument and not.

6)Azriel is upset after the bonus chapter takes place that nesta and cassian point out how he is even more moodier and aloof after soltice. He’s this upset but “it’s just lust”

7) it’s said multiple times Azriel can get anyone he wants and he’s had multiple lovers over the years but yet he’s focused on Elain, spends time with her just hanging out in the garden yet “it’s just lust”. ?

We know it’s not just lust with Azriel and Elain. We know they know it’s not just lust with Azriel and Elain. They just try to diminish them because Azriel doesn’t want who they ship him with.

[fairytail-whathesays]

Please may I have Fairy tail Gray x Lucy headcanons?

Lucy doesn't often say this but Gray probably has Lucy's favorite form of magic in Fairy Tail besides her own. She very much agrees with Erza's assessment of Gray's Ice Make as being a very beautiful form of magic.

Gray is pretty much what Lucy envisions when she pictures "ideal boyfriend" and it takes her an embarrassingly long time to realize it. She probably would've started dating him sooner were it not for a certain Juvia-shaped deterrent. Likewise, it's canon that Gray is attracted to Lucy.

Gray is actually very fond of Lucy's writing, and it gets him started reading more than he ever did before. He wants to be able to know what Lucy's talking about when she starts going off on some spiel about her favorite book series of the week...and it works.

Lucy's favorite genre is romance, while Gray favors murder mysteries. They meet in the middle with the noir genre, which both of them enjoy.

Gray's stripping habit has, over the course of the series, cooled down into more of a simple shirtlessness habit (probably helped by the existence of belts). Lucy is hopeful that with a little more time, they can axe it completely. She's far and away used to it by now, of course, and that's not to say she necessarily dislikes it...

We've all seen how Lucy gets when the topic of guys comes up, especially the potential of dating one--she's shy, nervous, dithering, and overthinks, but in the end she cleans up nice and puts her best effort in. What she doesn't know is that Gray kind of goes through the same thing, endlessly back-and-forth-ing about what to wear, what to say, how to behave, and worrying how he'll come off and what to do...but they meet up and their first date goes very smoothly.

It takes a long time for Gray and Lucy to actually touch each other, and I don't necessarily mean biblically. They just aren't super touchy-feely by nature and it takes a minute for them to get comfortable enough with each other that Lucy does things like hold his hand or lean against his shoulder, or that Gray gets an arm around her shoulder or waist.

It's a little bit of a surprise for both of them--Lucy barely notices Gray's shirtlessness most of the time, but when she accidentally brushes against his waist after they become an item, suddenly she's hyper-aware of his half nakedness. Likewise, Gray's eyed Lucy up before, but he's suddenly very aware of how ungentlemanly it is once he's actually dating her. They're both shy and it's cute.

Lucy has never had a boyfriend before Gray--but Gray has had exactly one (1) girlfriend before. It was Cana, and they dated for a very short time. Surprisingly, this ends up not causing the friction Lucy thought it would, and Cana ends up being a great wingman and source of info on all Gray's behaviors and likes for Lucy's benefit.

Similarly, Gray goes to Levy and Erza when he needs advice on Lucy, since they know her best. Both of them are very happy to see Lucy with someone reliable and honest like him.

Said it before, I'll say it again, these two are one of the few that would actually work as a marriage. Lucy doesn't even need to consider it for a moment when he proposes, she says yes almost before he's finished the question.

Between Gray's wizarding work and Lucy's book sales, they're able to save up enough to go on their first vacation together relatively early. Gray takes her to Bellum, the homeland of Ur and where he studied Ice Make under her after Deliora destroyed Isvan. It's a nice time for both of them.

NS/FW:

Gray really unlocks Lucy's explorative side, because wow, she's never had a guy intimately before...and there's no better person to explore with than Gray. His gentle and curious style of sex matches up well with her inexperience and shyness.

Lucy discovers a lot that she likes about Gray's body. Her favorite parts of him are, in order, his collar, his waist, his back, and his pecs. Gray's never been viewed as a sexual entity before save for Juvia, and that much always made it uncomfortable, but Gray gains a new appreciation for his body and starts to enjoy feeling attractive.

They have remarkably good luck since it was ages before either of them remembered condoms were probably a good idea. No early pregnancies.

Gray held Lucy's hand all night after their first time.

Gray's lap is always open for Lucy, usually in private but maybe sometimes in public too when they're clubbing or just feeling possessive of one another.

Lucy can and will go out wearing Gray's clothes the morning after--his jeans included. Gray encourages it, since he's fine being naked anyway, although he usually restricts himself to Lucy's house until she comes home. Usually.

[insomniakisses]

assuming your talking about the Aitana Barca fic. Hear me out. Mapi is a new connection. But Keira Walsh might be a good “buffer” bc she friends with both. Or Frido Roflo?

I would LOVE for it to be keira, but without spoiling too much…. Lets say keira at least for now is in no way an option…

Frido is a good option too! Honestly rn its between Mapi, Alexia, Frido or Ona.

I would have put lucy… but she is sadly no longer at barca </3 but she definitely remains one of Y/Ns closest-friends at England camp!

[thebisexualdogdad]

A Lucy Chen and party boy reader! Lucy and Aaron get called to Y/Ns house one night for a noise complaint and he flirts with Lucy, but then a few days later he get attacked by someone (maybe an ex) and Lucy is one of the officers that answers the call

Lucy Chen x Male!reader

"7 Adam 15 we've got a 415 reported near your location at 1923 Oak drive," a dispatcher says through the shop radio.

"Dispatch show 7 Adam 15 responding," Lucy replies through the walkie.

"Looks like we are about 5 minutes away," Aaron says from behind the wheel, looking at the address that popped up on their GPS, "that address sounds so familiar."

"Well it is right in the heart of Beverly hills, maybe you partied there once," Lucy jokes.

"You know what now that you mention it, I think that is Y/N Y/L/N's place, he was two grades ahead of me in school but he and I ran in the same social circles," Aaron explains.

"Of course a party boy would get a noise complaint called on him," Lucy laughs.

"To be fair Y/N isn't as much of an entitled douche as the people he hangs around, he just has a lot of money and parents who were always traveling for work leaving him alone in a big empty house perfect for partying in," he goes on.

"Hopefully since you know each other he makes this easy on us, it's not even midnight yet and night shifts can be miserable when all you deal with are obnoxious drunks," Lucy tells him.

They arrive at your house which has loud music blasting and lights flashing from inside.

It takes a couple knocks for you to actually hear them but you were all smiles when you answered the door.

"Welcome to the party-" you start when you recognize a familiar face, "no way, Aaron Thorsen is that you? I heard you were a cop now, good for you man."

"Y/N, good to see you again but unfortunately we got a noise complaint for your party," Aaron informs you.

"Damn, it was Dave again wasn't it, he's been on my ass since I was a kid and he was pissed when my parents moved back east and left me the house," you huff.

"Uh is that a pig?" Lucy questions as a pig casually walks by behind you.

"Oh yeah that's Bubba, he's my buddy Josh's," you reply, "and what's your name gorgeous."

"You can call me officer Chen," she responds, trying not to let it show that she's attracted to you.

"Well officer Chen, you want to come inside and join the party so we can get to know each other a little better… maybe you can even tell me your first name," you tease.

"Just turn the music down okay," she says rolling her eyes, "if we get another call we will have to arrest you but something tells me you would like being handcuffed."

"If you're the one putting me in handcuffs then you are absolutely right about that," you smirk.

Lucy chuckles and turns around to walk back to the car.

"Dude Aaron you think you can get me her number?" You ask when she's out of earshot.

"Goodnight Y/N," he laughs following behind Lucy.

–

"Anything exciting happen on your shift?" John asks when Lucy and Aaron enter the bullpen in the morning to switch shifts.

"Lucy was getting flirty with a guy I used to party with," Aaron teases.

"I was not," Lucy scoffs.

"Was he cute?" Celina asks, both Aaron and John looking at Lucy waiting for an answer.

"Alright sure he was cute," Lucy admits, "but it's not going to happen, there's nearly four million people in Los Angeles what are the chances we even see each other again."

The chances were a lot higher than she thought because two weeks later her and Aaron are partnered on another shift responding to a bar fight which you just so happened to be a part of.

They enter the bar and see a guy punching you repeatedly in the face.

"Woah hey, that's enough," Lucy says, pulling the guy off of you.

"Officer Chen, we've got to stop meeting like this," you say smiling up at Lucy, slightly dazed with blood running down your face.

She helps you get off the floor while Aaron tries to calm down the guy you were fighting.

"Y/N, what a surprise, are you going to tell me how many drinks you had tonight or am I going to have to get the breathalyzer," she asks.

"I haven't had anything to drink I just got here! That asshole threw the first punch," you explain.

"Because he slept with my girlfriend!" The other guy yells as Aaron is putting him in handcuffs

"She told me she was single, I swear," you state.

"Okay let's get you cleaned up," Lucy says grabbing some napkins that were sitting on the bar to wipe away the blood dripping off your chin before turning to the bartender, "you got a towel or something?"

He looks behind the bar and finds a rag, handing it to Lucy who drops the bloody napkins and switches to the rag.

"Ouch," you wince when she wipes blood off your upper lip.

"I think your nose is broken, we should take you to the hospital," Lucy tells you as another pair of cops walk into the bar after hearing of the commotion over the radio, "Aaron have them take the other guy to the station, and grab some ice to help the swelling on the way to the hospital."

Aaron nods and hands off the guy who punched you to the other pair of cops and asks the bartender for a bag of ice as Lucy guides you out to their cop car.

Aaron comes out a minute later handing you the bag of ice in the backseat before shutting the door, him and Lucy getting in the front to take you across town to the hospital.

"So did you really not know she had a boyfriend?" Aaron asks during the quiet drive.

"Hey I have some standards you know, I don't hook up with girls in relationships," you state, wincing again when he hits a pot hole and the bag of ice hits against your broken nose.

"How noble of you," Lucy laughs.

"Do you have a boyfriend officer Chen?" You ask.

"No I don't," she responds.

"So that means you and I can go on a date," you say.

"You think you're charming don't you," she chuckles, looking back at you.

"I've been told I'm very charming… and you didn't answer the question," you grin.

Lucy doesn't know what to say but she's saved by Aaron pulling into the hospital parking lot.

An hour later you've got your nose put back into its proper place and a discharge order from the doctor.

"Are you going to be pressing charges?" Lucy questions.

"No it's okay, I can't blame him for punching me," you reply.

"I'll call the precinct and tell them they can let him go," Aaron says, taking his phone out and walking away from your bed in the emergency care area leaving you and Lucy alone.

"So about that date," you say raising an eyebrow.

"If I say yes to a date will you stop getting the cops called on you?" She jokes.

"I make no promises," you laugh, "but does this mean you will finally tell me your first name?"

"Lucy, my name is Lucy," she smiles.

"I like that name, I look forward to our date Lucy."

[cobaltbambi]

I want to kneel at your feet with my hands cuffed behind my back, lips parting when you run your thumb along my bottom one so you can ease two fingers in against my tounge. Making my look up at you as I work for what we both know I'm ruining my panties in anticipation for, gagging softly when you push them further down my throat until my eyes go teary. I want to feel your hand trail down my throat and grip me roughly so I gasp and moan, swlloing hard so you feel it press against your palm. Let me go so I can breathe while you walk around to the back of me, a hand on my shoulder blades that makes me bend forward without a second thought because good toys don't think right? Bent over with my cheek against the floor while you use my cuffed wrists for leverage. Not even bothering to do anything but push my panties aside before you tease my aching pussy with your strap

[littlxpxtal]

400 Lux

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.1k

You pick me up and take me home again

Head out the window again

We're hollow like the bottles that we drain

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Pulses can drive from here

We might be hollow, but we're brave

I love these roads where the houses don't change

Where we can talk like there's something to say

December Continued

Adding an extra dash of cinnamon into the bowl, mom turns to give me a stern look, holding up the whisk in a threatening manor.

“We never add enough.” I complain, pouting my bottom lip. She sticks her finger on a pile of flour and swipes it on my face. I gasp and she laughs out at me.

“We’re following a strict recipe. I refuse to change any measurements!” I huff out, turning my body to the stove, crouching down to check on the cookies we placed in about 8 minutes ago. 

“Second batch of gingerbreads almost done.” I call out as she starts on the batter for our next group of cookies - Jam thumbprints my favorite. 

“Start rolling out the dough for this last batch while I prep the Jam” she instructs. I walk to the sink, rinsing my hands off when the door bell rings.

“LUCY” I call out to my younger sister who is lounging on the couch, munching on the sugar cookies we made earlier this afternoon. 

She takes her time pushing herself off the couch to geto to the front door. I hear faint voices exchange hellos, and Lucy finally says “She’s in the kitchen”

Rafe comes from around the corner and my eyes widen. His backpack is slung over his shoulder, the front button of his uniform unbuttoned. 

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, Hi Y/N” He greets us with a devilish smile. I stare at him, my mouth agape at his audacity to be in my kitchen with my mom.

Mom dusts her hands on her apron and walks around the island counter to give him a hug. I internally cringe to see him wrap his arms around her and he sends me a wink.

“Rafe, it’s so nice to see you. You’re so grown!” she compliments, patting him on the shoulder.

“Smells good, what’re y’all making?” he asks, scanning the counters filled with various baking supplies and tools. The dining table stacked with various cookie types and sizes. 

“We’re finishing the last of the gingerbread men right now and were starting our Jam thumbprints. They’ll be our last cookie of the day.” my mom informs in, getting back to making the dough. 

He licks his lips, still scanning the cookies. “Those are my favorite” he says with a smile.

“Y/Ns too!” she says, playfully pushing into my side. I look down at the batter and begin to press the shape cutter into the rolled gingerbread dough.

“So what’re you doin here Rafe?” I ask. My mom tsks her tongue at me, giving me another stern look. 

“Uh I tried callin ya but I see now that you’re busy. I just wanted to come and drop off your stuff.” He puts down his bookbag on one of the barstools, pulling out the study packet and calculator. 

I had been so hyper focused on my exams all week that I honestly forgot I had even given those supplies to him last weekend.

“How’d the exam go?” I ask, continuing to cut out the shapes of the little men on the counter. 

“Think I aced it. Your study book was very … thorough.” he says with a smirk, walking over to stand and inspect the cookies I was working on. 

My mom pokes her head over “She’s always been a great test taker. She has an excellent ACT score.” my mom boasts.

“Mom” I hiss at her.

“Oh really, what do you have?” he asks. I purse my lips together, refusing to give him an answer. Mom chimes in for me “A 33. Isn’t that amazing!” she cries out.

“Kinsey got a perfect score.” I grumble under my breath

“A score like that and she wants to go to NC State.” she says, shaking her head at Rafe. 

“NC State really” he says, raising an eyebrow. I finally turn to look at him after cutting the last cookie out.

“Duke would be a living hell and I would see too many Kooks at UNC.” I say, staring at him with an emotionless expression.

“She’s still waiting to hear back from UPenn though.” my mom chimes in again. 

His eyebrows stay raised. “That’s pretty far.” he states.

“That’s my dads alma malter. I really don’t think I’m going to get in, I only have good grades, I didn’t do half the extra curriculars most of the applicants did. Plus I’ll be fine with NC State. Its the perfect distance that I wanna go.” I start placing each cookie on a baking sheet as Rafe watches me intently.

“Well I’ll get out of your hair,” he says, backing away. “But I also wanted to invite you to the Christmas get-together we’re having tonight at Toppers.” I snort at his choice of words, avoiding his usual vocab of “banger” and “kegger” for the sake of my mother.

“Oh honey that sounds nice.”

“Mom we still have to finish all these cookies.”

“Lucy is perfectly able to help me out with the last batch. When’s your hangout starting?” she asks Rafe, already starting to push me away from the kitchen.

“I can pick you up around 7:30” he says, walking towards the front door. 

“I wasn’t planning on going out tonight.” I say crossing my arms.

“Honey, you should go. And you can take some cookies!” My mom says, giving Rafe a hug goodbye.

“See you at 7:30 then.” he says with a smirk before opening the front door. I turn on my heels and shoot daggers at my mom.

“Hes such a nice boy.” she says before walking into the kitchen. “Go get ready.” she says, more commanding than suggestive. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mom kept popping her head in while I was getting ready, so I kept a robe on, and kept the makeup to a minimum. I pull out a large ugly Christmas sweater from my closet and slide it over my tiny red dress. I was trying my best to keep up the facade that this was a pure christmas hang out to celebrate the end of exams. I slide on a black pair of tights underneath for extra measure. 

The doorbell rings at 7:30 sharp. I apply a few dot of lipgloss onto my lined lips and grab my bag, heading up the stairs.

“Rafe, how you doin?” I hear my dad greet Rafe at the front door. When I come into view of the front door I see that Rafe and I were on the same page. He was wearing a santa hat and an ugly sweater with a reindeer on the front. My mom rushes past me with a tin full of cookies shoving them into Rafe’s hands.

“You kids be good alright?” my dad says, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“What time do you want her home?” 

“No specific time, just get home safe.” my dad instructs, giving him a firm handshake and walking back towards the living room.

“It’s okay if you need to stay at the Cameron estate, we trust you to stay safe and don’t want you drinking and driving.” my mom whispers into my ear.

“I’m sure I’ll get home fine.” I say before giving her a tight hug. We walk out the front door and he opens the car door for me. I hop into his truck and place my bag and the cookies in the back.

“What time does this actually start?” I ask as he turns his head around while backing out of my driveway.

“Not till 10. Figured that would be suspiciously late for your mom. Thought you could come with me on the alc run.” 

“Where do you usually get your stuff?” I ask, slipping the sweater up and off my body, tossing it in the back.

“Mainland” he says, turning the volume up. I groan and pull my tights off, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“Cant use my fake round here, they know ‘M not 21.” I nod, understanding the risk and start to play with his apple car play.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, swatting my hand away.

“Putting songs on queue. If ‘m stuck in this car with you for the next two hours I’d like to listen to my favorite driving songs.”

“None of that Taylor Swift bullshit.” he says, his hand returning back to the steering wheel.

���You’re so reputation-coded.” I laugh at my own joke, putting some songs into the queue. Rafe liked a lot of rap, which I could get down to but I also needed to add my own pump-up songs on rotation.

“Don’t know what the fuck that even means.” he says.

“I’ll play the one that has Future on it.”

“She did a collab with Future?” he asks, turning to take a glance at me. His eyes scan my body up and down, finally taking a peek at the dress I had underneath the sweater.

“You’re gonna fuckin freeze” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel tightly, clnehcing his jaw. I watch as his hands flex and start chewing on the inside of my cheek. 

“This is for you.” he says motioning down to the reusable tumbler in the cup holder. I pick it up and take a small sip.

“Damn this is good what is it?” 

“Apple cider sangria. Rose’s special.” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Figured you would wanna pregame.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I say with a smile. He gives me another quick glance before turning the volume up even higher for the last chorus of a Playboy Carti song. I made sure to leave most of his songs at the front of the queue, trying to not annoy him so early into our drive. He’s surprised when I sign along to a few of them. By the time we reach the liquor store were both shouting at the top of our lungs the chorus to Mr. Rager by Kid Cudi.

“MR. RAGER, CAN WE TAG ALONG? CAN WE TAKE A JOURNEY?”

“You want anything?” he asks, turning off the truck and unbuckling his belt.

“Peppermint Schnapps?” I ask, battling my eyelashes at him. He smiles and nods his head, “I’ll be back. Don’t do nothin stupid.” 

After about 5 minutes He walks out with the store clerk, loading up everything into the bed of his truck. The man daps Rafe up and he walks up to the front of the car.

“You hungry or anything?” he asks, putting Topper’s location into the GPS. 

“I could go for Cook Out.” I say with a smirk.

“That place is foul.” he grunts, adding a stop to Cook Out on the GPS.

“I’ll take a small burger, a small fry and a Cheerwine pleaseee” I say as we pull throught he drive through. He repeats my order, getting himself a corndog and a banana milkshake.

He passes me the food and I shriek out in excitement. 

“You’re cute” he says as I stick a straw into his milkshake for him. My songs start to play and I reach over to turn up the volume. I peak my eyes up at him and he glances down and nods in head, letting me touch the nob, twisting it up.

Lights Up by Harry Styles starts thumping throught he bass of his truck and I sing along with pride. As we pass through backroads I roll the window down, feeling the crisp winter air blow into the car. 

“Take my picture” I say, passing my unlocked phone to him. I push myself up and out of the car, leaning my body out of the window, letting my hair flow 

“Careful” he grumbles, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding my phone up, snapping pictures. I stick my hands out, imagining myself like Harry in the music video. 

“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?”  I shout into the sky. Rafe pulls me by my arm back into the car and tosses my phone onto my lap.

“Can’t do dumb shit like that when I have alcohol in the back” he growls. I ignore him and go into my camera roll to inspect the picture she took.

“Might need you to be my photographer for the night” I say, flicking throught the images.

He rolls his eyes, slurping on his milkshake. 

We finally roll up to the Thornton estate and Rafe instructs me to head inside and get Top and Kelce to help him bring everything. I follow his instructions and walk in, finding Top leaning over the bannister of the top floor, a santa hat lopsided on his had, a beer bottle swinging loosely in his hand. He catches sight of me and lets out a roar

“Y/N!” making his way down the stairs I greet him with a hug.

“Rafe’s outside with the alc.” I inform him. He pats my shoulder and heads out to help Rafe unload the truck. The living room is already filled, this time with more familiar faces. 

I spot Sabrina across the room with our group of friends and I make my way over.

She lights up when she sees me, running towards me with open arms.

“Did you come with Rafe?” she immediately asks.

“What happened to hello, how are you?” I joke, hugging her back. 

“Topper said you went with him to the mainland for Alc.” she says, guiding me to the couch.

“Yea I didn’t really have a choice. He told my mom he would pick me up and then sprung that on me as well pulled out of my driveway.”

Our conversation is interrupted by cheers as the boys pile into the living room, bottles of liquor and cases of beer in their hands. 

“Lets get this party started” Topper hollers to the crowd. Everyone cheers back and swarm the guys, ripping open into the cases. I pull Sabrina up to the bar where the boys start unloading the bottles and mixers that we got. 

“Lets do some shots.” Kelce suggests. “We do Holiday shots a little different round here, Y/N” he says turning towards the back counter, grabbing bottles of chocolate syrup out. My eyebrows lift and I watch Sabrina hop onto the barstool.

“Why dont you show her how its done Sab?” Topper suggests. She gleams back at him and turns around. Her back against the counter, leaning her head back and opening her mouth wide. Topper props himself up on the counter, a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps in one hand, chocolate syrup in the other. 

“First you give the victim a shot,” he begins to slowly fill Sabrina’s mouth with the clear liquid. She stays still as he opens the lid of the chocolate syrup. “And then you top them off with a little bit of Syrup. He squirts a dollop into her mouth and she closes it, swallowing it all and raising her hands up. 

“We do it this way, or sitting on someones lap.” she says with a smirk, hoping off the barstool.

“Lets see if we can get another volunteer.” Top scans the room and calls over Carissa. I roll my eyes, stepping back against the kitchen wall. 

“Rafe, show her how it's done,” Topper says. Rafe, who had also ditched his ugly sweater, now wearing a dark red polo, waltzes over to the bar stool and pulls Carissa on top of him. Her back is against the bar like Sabrinas was and he holds back her neck, pouring the liquor into her mouth, and then squirting the chocolate syrup into her mouth. A little bit extra lands on her cheek and she squeals, pushing Rafe aggressively on his chest. She hops off of his lap and he and Topper exchange laughs.

“You ready to try?” Top asks, still propper up on the counter. 

“I volunteer” A voice comes from around the corner. It’s Noah. Rafe reluctantly gets up from the chair and pushes past Noah, knocking his shoulder. He stands next to me and I hesitate, walking over. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto his lap, swiviling in the bar chair to press me against the counter.

I lean my head back and he grabs the back of my neck, pouring the peppermint down my throat. My eyes lightly water and I feel my body tremble beneath him. His hand around my neck didnt feel as nice as Rafe’s and I feel myself clenching inside at the feeling of my legs on his lap. He places a dot of syrup in my mouth and I swallow, Sabrina cheering behind me with a beer bottle in her hand. 

I lift my head back up to meet Noahs eyes and he smiles, leaning up close to my face.

“That was hot.” he whispers. I stifle a laugh and hop off of the chair. Adjusting my dress back down my legs. I look around to see that Rafe left the spot on the wall and was making his way into the crowd. 

Sabrina and I make our way into the middle of the crowd dancing along to the songs booming through the speakers. After finishing a few beers I ask Sabrina if she wants another shot. She excitedly says yes and we find Topper and Kelce maning the station, chocolate Syrup all over the counter, and their faces. 

“We wanna take a shot again.” Sabrina says, tapping Toppers shoulder. He turns and grins down at her.

“Y’all have to kiss after if you want more.” he says jokingly. We exchange a look between each other and I shrug.

“Okay”

I plop onto the stool and Sabrina hops on top of my lap. I go through the motions of the shot, Rafe appears back in the room for the first time since he had left before.

After Sabrina swallows the shot, I pull her neck down to meet my face and we exchange a quick peck, gaining a cheer from the guys behind the counter.

Making eye contact with Rafe, he has a smirk on his face, running his hand over his chin and chuckling under his breath. I can tell Sabrina is drunk by the way she slides off of my lap and wobbles over to Topper.

“My turn.” he says and she grabs his hand leading him from behind the counter. I get off the stool and go over to stand by Rafe, his Santa hat still placed neatly ontop of his head.

“Will you take some pictures of me now?” I ask innocently. He turns his head, bending his neck down to meet my face.

“Where were you thinking?”

“Upstairs bathroom?” I say, holding my breath for his reaction.

“Let's go.”

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[raihann1]

𓈒⟡₊🦇HALLOWEEN SERIES BABYSITTING CHILDREN CREEPS WITH?✶.˚

PROMPT: 2 Characters: Jeff, Sally, Lazari

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"FUCK!" Jeff screamed

"Do we have a problem?" (You got a bone to pick? Okay am done :c)

Slenderman sighed as he stared at the both of you.

"I just need you to babysit the children, it should not be that hard." They said crossing their long arms.

"Yeah but why him?!" You said glaring at Jeff who glared back.

"He's the only one avaliable right now. Now so help me and sort it together! Dismissed." His tone was serious and that meant it was final, no arguing. ---------------------------- "Y/N, Jeff!" Sally's upbeat tone caught their attention.

"Lazari and I are playing house! Come play with us!" Jeff grimaced while Y/N shurgged and joined them.

"So, lets set roles!" Sally said happily while Lazari quietly nodded smiling softly.

"We'll be sisters and Jeff can b-" she was rudely cut off.

"The badass uncle, am not being the father." He said flipping his knife around.

"I guess.. I'll be the older sister/brother?" Y/N said.

"So its settled!" Sally said and dragged all of them into a big room where there were 4 beds. One for sally, lucy, lazari and LuLu.

"Ahem!" Sally began "Lazari and I will be attending a tea party! Now.. we must invite big sibling Y/N and.. uh the creepy uncle Jeff."

Jeff looked offended.

"Ah yes, uh.. I will bring the tea!" Lazari said scurrying away quickly.

She returned back with a pink tea pot with a uncanny smile and a top that opened. Sally got 4 cups and a few fake cookies.

"Alright! We can now start!" Sally said beaming.

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"HANDS UP BITCHES!" not only 10 minutes later Jeff had a toy gun and pretended to shoot the imaginary guests.

"Oh no! Crazy uncle is going insane!" Sally said and tugged on Y/Ns clothes.

"Big sibling will help!" She handed y/n a nerf gun.

"Standoff!" They said smirking as the two children looked up intrested.

"Wait!" Sally dashed off and grabbed a bowl of candy and came back and handed lazari some gummy worms which she left untouched.

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"Playing hero huh?" Jeff said mocking Y/N

"Always playing the villian huh? Your gonna lose!"

"You sure about that?!" jeff said pulling up his toy gun, Y/N did the same.

"Pew pew!" Jeff expected nothing to happen instead water came out and he stared confused. "A water gun?.."

"Jeff." Y/N said furious.

"Alright kids go to bed! Uh me and Y/N are gonna have a real standoff!" They both ran off.

"GUYS!" sally said pouting while Lazari crossed her arms dissapointed.

[xhollandlilsx]

Red Card (pt 2) - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings: Shit Ending.

Pt 1 << Here.

“You ready?” Ella asked as I sat down next to her on the bus, we were still waiting for a few players to arrive but because of the cold they let us on the coach early.

“Of course!” I replied excitedly. The recovery period was awful. 6 weeks of not playing, my first training session back I could not keep up, I knew I’d be on the bench at the start of the game, Marc had an idea of me being a ‘Super Sub’.

I’d only been back for one game before international break started and we were thrown into the England base camp, we had a game against

“You heard from-“

“Yep. A good amount of messages and calls”

“Did you answer?” She asked as we waited at a traffic light and I put ABBA on for her.

“Nope.” I sighed, “She tried to talk to me at training this week too, I just walked away, I couldn’t.”

She did refrain from asking any more, when she realised my tone had changed. It hurt me to ignore Leah but she messed up. Big time.

I pulled my AirPods from my England puffer jacket I had wrapped around me, and offered one to Ella. I wanted to get my head in focus, so I put mine in as Ella shrugged and accepted it putting it in her ear.

*******

We got off the coach and I took a deep breath, before stepping off after Lucy, I’d spent the week with Georgia, Lucy and Kiera, whenever they weren’t with Leah. I wasn’t petty, I was pissed off.

I looked into the camera to the right of us as we walked into Wembley, preparing for the game against Brazil. Raised a fist up and silently cheered before laughing and carrying on walking.

We all made our way to the changing room as I walked over to my shirt, putting my duffel bag on the floor. I smiled at my name in big letters along with the number 11, taking a deep breath I left it on its hanger and sat under it, seeing Georgia pull her phone out and take a photo, so I posed for it before grabbing my shin pads and throwing them on under my joggers.

When it was time to go out and warm up, the atmosphere was insane, ever since the euros there has been a massive influx of fans. I jogged over to the other side line, as fans cheered and clapped, I ran along side Alessia and Chloe. All of us running almost in waves to the side line as fans cheered, the three of us ran over and started to pass one of the balls back and forth between us.

“You alright?” I asked Less, as she looked slightly nervous, like something was bothering her.

“Yeah!” She smiled before kicking the ball to Chloe.

After we’d all warmed up, we began to walk back inside. I shoved my hands in my pockets, only taking them out to wave at a few fans sat around the tunnel.

*******

The game kicked off, and I was not in the starting eleven. If I’m honest I didn’t want to be. I liked the idea of being a ‘super sub’ for this game, I knew the way Brazil operated.

I sat on the side rubbing my hands together trying to generate some heat, the whistle blew for the kick off after everyone took the knee.

The game started off with England having most possession, but Brazil were putting up a good fight. I spent most of the first half an hour ruining my vocal chords, screaming and shouting while sat next to Alessia and Nikita.

“We aren’t playing wide enough” Nikita spoke as she watched. I nodded before I saw one of the Brazilian players collide, hard, with Leah.

“Ref!” I shouted from the side line. It was dirty and anyone with eyes could see that. Leah was stopping that player at any opportunity Brazil made, so you could tell the player had enough, “What the fuck!”

I shook my head as I crossed my arms and watched the ref hold up a yellow card, though Leah was limping back into position.

“Serena, how long?” I asked, hoping to go on soon. My eyes stayed trained on Leah, how she was limping.

“Not yet” She shook her head, I trusted her more than anything, I knew she was only keeping me off because of my injury, and worry that I wouldn’t be 100% like I usually am.

******

Half way through the second half I saw Serena wave me over. I quickly threw my bib off and warmed up, running up and down the side line a couple times.

I adjusted my socks before the ref called for the substitution, Chloe ran over to me and high-fived me before whispering ‘number 15’ in my ear. Meaning number 18 is gonna be my biggest problem.

I nodded before jogging on and into position, where there was a throw in being taken.

‘Substitution for England, coming off, number eighteen, Chloe Kelly. Being substituted for number eleven, Y/N Y/L/N.’

It always felt good when fans screamed when your name was called out, but nothing like Wembley. The crowd erupted, making Georgia look at me with a ‘what the-‘ look to which I mirrored.

I tucked my fly always behind my ears and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start again. When she did we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to get the ball from one of their players, passing it out wide to Ella. I didn’t waste any time in running up the pitch, Ella made it around the players coming at her and attempted a cross, at which when I went to connect my foot to it, I felt a huge shove to the back by a pair of hands making me fall forward to my knees.

“What the fuck!” I shouted standing up again, as the ref blew the whistle, almost squaring up to the girl.

“Não havia nada de errado com isso. Eu mal toquei em você!” She argued to which I lost it.

“Você me empurrou pelas costas! Foda-se cara.” I shook my head as the ref came and stood between us, holding up a yellow card, booking her.

“Back into position!” Leah shouted over the fans cheering at the ref’s decision, I shook my head before walking back into position, fans chanting ‘my’ chant, the reaction from fans never ceases to amaze me, especially when you actually look up and see signs with your name on, or backs with your name on.

Around the 80th minute we were drawing 1-1, Leah had been subbed off due to her limp along with Lauren and Fran. My eyes scanned every player wearing a white shirt and nodded to myself a million plays taking place in my head. I waited until I had the ball at my feet, before passing it long out wide to Ella again, only I just about made it to the edge of the box when a cross came in from Ella.

My foot made contact with it sending it above the goalkeepers hands and into the back of the net. Excitement filling my body as I ran over to the side and jumped turning mid air and pointing to the name on the back of my shirt with my thumbs.

The crowd was ecstatic, I smiled as Georgia jumped into my arms. I lifted her up and laughed as a bunch of the other girls ran over and hugged us too. On my run back to my position I looked over to see Leah cheering too ^^, giving me a proud nod.

I kept my head down for the rest of the game managing two more goals in the space of 11 minutes, including five minutes added time. I couldn’t have done it without the amazing assists from the girls but I was happy for once with the way I’d played.

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On the walk back to the changing room we made our way to the tunnel, and Kiera jumped on my back, messing my ponytail up.

I shook my head before shrugging her off and smiling at a group of fans with their phones out and holding signs up with my name on it. I saw a little girl smiling with her beanie on a little too low and a United shirt with my name on for me to sign.

I shook my head before pointing to the pen in her hand, and mouthing ‘pen’ to her knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the music and the fans, and she threw it down to me. I saw Leah stop beside me looking up in confusion as to what I was doing.

I took my England shirt from over my head and told Leah to turn around so I could sign it on her back. She did so without any protest, silently hoping this was a sign we were good again. I just knew there was no point being at odds when there’s this many cameras on us.

I signed it and wrapped it up in a ball with the pen and threw it up to the little girl. I saw her begin to cry as I blew her a kiss and waved at a few others before walking inside with Leah and now Georgia.

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The game ended on a 2-1 win to England, Lucy and I scoring the goals for England. Once in the changing room after I sat next to Georgia as she was wearing number 10, and we were talking about the game when I saw her look over to the other side of the room and nod.

I followed her eyes but there was a few of them, so I didn’t know who she was nodding to.

“Y’alright?” I asked her to which she nodded and closed her duffel bag.

“Please talk to her. I know what happened, and it was shitty. But please” Georgia begged me before walking out with a few of the other girls, leaving just Leah, Ellie and I.

Although I think Ellie got the picture when she looked between us and excused herself taking her half opened bag with her.

“Y/N.” She started before stopping obviously not having planned this out, “You have every reason to hate me. Like really hate me. I already hate myself, If I could take it back I would, I don’t even know what came over me. I was blind with anger.”

“Why?”

“W-when I saw you… with Russo. I lost it… I thought you’d moved on, and I couldn’t bare to see you move on. I know it’s selfish.” She sighed sitting opposite me, resting her elbows on her knees like I was.

“Leah you fractured my ribs.” I told her, with a heavy breath, “Alessia told me you had been giving her the cold shoulder all week too. I told you time and time again when we were together that I had no interest in Less. That I only wanted you, but you never accepted that. But what you did, Leah…”

“I know. God Y/N I know, I hate myself for what I did, when I saw you in that hospital room I was disgusted with myself, and I know I was a dick to you, but Y/N I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just… I’m not asking you to be with me, I just need you to hear that I’m sorry.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, my tone a little more blunt than I intended to be, before picking my duffel bag up from the floor and attempting to walk out of the door to my left when she shot up and stopped me by placing her hands either side of my cheeks, with a ‘no…’.

We both stumbled slightly before she placed her forehead against mine, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry.”

She repeated like a prayer whispering, as I closed my eyes, as much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny the full feeling in my heart, the small ache when she stood so close to me. We’ve all done things we regret when angry, said things, punched things, threw things, but this wasn’t something I was gonna take lightly.

The way her hair eyes watered as she let a small sob interrupt her ‘sorry’s’. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, I sighed, realising no matter what happens, I will love this girl with every fibre of my being.

I knew I couldn’t forgive her fully yet, but I also knew I couldn’t stay mad at her, I wanted to forgive her, but I had to take the first step.

Acceptance.

A/N: I hate this. I hate the ending but oh well, Bon appetite.

[0sincerelyella]

Could I please please pretty please request a LucyGrayxfem!reader where reader has terrible insomnia and Lucy Gray sings her to sleep?

Meadow ~ Lucy Gray

Summary: y/n can’t sleep so lucy sings her meadow song

Notes: THIS IS SO CUTE

y/n woke up screaming, she was sweating, she couldn’t breath, her chest was heavy, heaving up and down rapidly as she clutched the bed sheets.

for weeks y/n hasn’t been able to sleep, if she got shut eye it was for five minutes until the nightmares took over again.

lucy gray ran into the room, her beautiful black hair flowing behind her as she rushed into the room, obviously tired and woken up from her easy to get sleep.

lucy sighed in relief, crawling in to bed with y/n, pulling her into her chest. she pet her hair as y/n copied lucy’s breathing.

lucy took a deep breath, she had been working on a song for y/n, a song to help her sleep, a song she crafted so perfectly to help y/ns insomnia go away.

“deep in the meadow” she sang, her soft voice like a blanket covering all of y/ns fears.

“a bed of grass, a soft green pillow” y/ns breathing slowed, her heart calmed down. she closed her eyes and burried her sorrows into the softness of lucy gray.

“lay down your head, and close your eyes” her hand never stopped running through y/ns hair, even after she felt her soft sleepy breathing.

“and when they open, the sun will rise” her whispers were soft only the bubble of y/n and lucy gray could hear. they were in their own, beautiful place.

“here it’s safe, here it’s warm” the truth in her words, lucy pulled the blankets around y/n and continued her song as she slipped out of the bed, resting y/ns head in the pillow

“here the daisies guard you from every harm” she tucked in the blankets, promising to y/n safety always.

“here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true” she blocks her mind from nightmares with her words, casting them all away.

“here is the place, where i love you” a kiss to y/ns head and lucy was out of the room, taking one more glance at the sleeping girl, with a soft smile rest on her tired face. lucy gray smiled, humming the song on her way out of the room knowing y/n would sleep with happy dreams for the rest of the night

[strawhatsoraya]

GOJO X FEM READER (eventually gojo x reader x geto) | SFW WC: 1.9k CW: none, it's fluff if anything, awkward teenage exchange, some minor mentions of blood, possible second hand embarrassment, gojo is a little shit no matter the age, high school shoujo romance tropes abound SUMMARY: a high school teen romance (might jump forwards and backards in time as inspiration strikes)--Y/N is quiet and reserved, happy to remain as an outlier. Gojo Satoru is charismatic, dazzling, and popular. Although they're both in the same year, they've never interacted before. At least to Y/Ns knowledge. Gojo seems to have a different version of the events but he's not sharing so willingly.

Years from now, you’d look back at this moment, and realize that it had always been like that. That when you were in pain, when your knees were scraped up and bleeding as they were now, the boy with the mysterious aquamarine eyes would suddenly appear; like a phantom, like a thief, like a gift.

Years from now, your heart would race at the sight of him, just like now but the ache that bloomed would be different. That painful scar would come from a wound yet inflicted.

You stand stupefied just within the entrance of the nurse’s office. There was a clumsiness that haunted your bones, ever since you could remember. The floor and you were greatly acquainted. There currently wasn’t a sharp corner of a desk, or door that you weren’t familiar with. Yet, none of it had stopped you moments ago from tripping over what seemed like air in the courtyard. 

It was the laughter of your peers, the weight of shame that propelled you forward, and before you knew it you had been blitzing down the hall wondering why the hell you couldn’t have fallen straight through the earth’s crust. At least you would have died in the hellfire of the earth’s core and not have to suffer this embarrassment.

If you had died then, you wouldn’t be standing there like a fool, staring at the sleeping form of a white haired boy. Even laying still as he was, you recognized him. You may be awkward, and a bit of an outsider, but you weren’t completely unaware of your surroundings. It was hard to not know who Gojo Satoru was. Nervously, you drum your fingers against your thighs, trying to decide on what to do.

Nurse Luci  was nowhere to be seen. If memory serves you right, you knew exactly where the first aid kit was. You move quietly, taking big slow steps. Every sound you made seemed amplified. Your fingers grasp the handle of the drawer you were aiming for and pull.

There’s a loud screech. Your heart races. You turn your head slowly. Gojo seems to still be sleeping. You almost scream when he turns his body to face the wall. Your hand now against your mouth, you feel nauseous and foolish. Trying to regulate your breathing, you turn your attention  back to the drawer. You clasp the first aid kit with whitening knuckles.

“Taking without permission counts as stealing, you know,” says a voice you don’t immediately recognize.

You scream this time, throwing the first aid kit in the air. It lands with a clatter as you spin in place, breath refusing to come back into your lungs. You think your heart might burst, that you’ll throw up on the floor and your brand new school shoes when you spot Gojo Satoru now sitting casually on the edge of the bed.

It’s painful, the way your heart beats against your cage. It feels too big for the small space. It takes up enough room that it seems hard to breathe.

“I wasn’t stealing,” you say quietly, finding the sense to respond. Gojo Satoru doesn’t seem to care about your logic. He cards his long fingers through his platinum hair, brushing it off his forehead. The sun glimmers through the tall windows of the nurse’s office. Its light is bright, and it shines on Gojo’s fair skin, turning it slightly pink. You watch him wince and bring a hand to shield his eyes.

“Ohhh~” he quips at last, shutting his eyes as he paws at the top of the bedside table. Finally, his white fingers grasp his round dark sunglasses. Gojo quickly puts them on, his shoulders relaxing immediately. “So you’re a liar too. Two for two,” he finishes, bringing up his hand to hold up two fingers.

“I’m not lying!” you protest in a loud hiss, clutching your fists by your side. “I was borrowing it!”

Gojo grows quiet. You choose to take his possible contemplativeness for disinterest. It didn’t matter. You’d never speak to Gojo Satoru again after this. It wasn’t in the cards. You didn’t even hang in the same circles. You didn’t even have a circle. 

A wistful sigh flies out of your mouth before you can stop it. You flush, embarrassed at the sliver of hope that you didn’t  know you were still clinging on to. Desperate to remove yourself from this situation you kneel down to grab the abandoned first aid kit. It had flown open, sending bandaids, and bandages flying everywhere. You groan to yourself, clumsily gathering all the materials.

The thing with Gojo Satoru was that he didn’t think before he spoke. In fact, even if he did, he almost always said the wrong thing. It was something he would laugh off when brought up. He’d wave a large hand, flash a dazzling smile. It was enough to disarm even the most cautious person. They’d forgive and he would never have to face his own flaws head on. 

It still bothered him. It bothered him more than he could ever let on.

The dripping drop of blood from your knee down to your shin, soaking in on your white tube socks catches his attention. Gojo takes a deep breath and pushes off the mattress. You don’t seem to even be bothered by your scraped up knees, kneeling there, shoving things back into the first aid kit case haphazardly.

He kneels down beside you, as your fingers wrap around an iodine swab.

“Clumsy too!” he declares with amusement. You glance up to see his crooked smile, aimed at the top of your curly head. You look away quickly before he can notice the way heat beats on your cheeks until red. “I guess that’s three?” He asks you teasingly, turning his head and lowering himself to slip into your field of vision. He’s holding up those long annoying fingers again. 

You look up through your lashes, full of aggravation. He was not only handsome, but annoying. How many crimes could a tall freak like him commit at once? 

“So what?” you  reply with a pout. You’re trying to keep your tone neutral, but managing your facial expression is an entirely different problem. Gojo laughs silently at your sulking face. “Is that a crime? I’m not hurting anybody.”

“Yeah, nobody but your poor bony knees,” he says with a dramatic frown and pointing at your knees with an index finger. 

You suck your teeth and groan, really wishing he would stop pointing at you, or using his hands period. You pointedly ignore the fact that he called your knees bony. Was that an insult?

“Leave me and my bony knees alone,” you insist, nodding your head as you stand up. Gojo stands up with you,  holding on to some stray supplies you hadn’t gotten to shove back into the first aid kit. 

“Uh, sorry, can’t do that!” he declares with a shrug and a tilt of his head. His fluffy hair sways with his movements. It looks silky and soft. You’re annoyed again. 

“Why not?” you ask him, walking past him and towards the bed that Gojo Satoru had now abandoned. “You don’t even know me. It should be easy. Goodbye, Gojo Satoru!” you say sardonically, waving a hand as you plaster a fake smile on your lips. You drop the expression at once, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

Gojo stands in the middle of the nurse’s office, hands slipping into his pockets. You stare back at him, his tall imposing figure. His broad shoulders, and dark glasses make him surreal; something straight out of a book or a TV show. It reminds you of the big gap between the two of you. It’s unbearable to watch any further so you set the first aid kid on the bed, ready to finally patch up your knees and get back to your quiet school life.

“I do know you, actually,” Gojo says softly. His tone comes as a surprise. Usually he sounds playful, mischievous even. There was always something hidden in his words, like a riddle you couldn’t quite figure out. He approaches you as you look up, and takes the first aid kit from the bed.

You breathe out in frustration, ready to go to battle with him again when he takes a seat next to you. There’s a hitch in your breath, one that you try to hide with a cough. You hope the coughing fit also helps restart your heart because at the pace it’s going you might end up in heart failure before your junior year is over. Gojo grabs a few items from the kit that you just can’t seem to pay attention to. You’re too busy trying to calm the trembling in your hands. There’s a high pitch scream that echoes in your head, over and over, as Gojo gently pats the cuts and scrapes on your knees with a gauze.

“We’ve met before, actually,” he says as softly as before; just as softly, he drags an alcohol prep pad up your shin, cleaning the trail of blood that dried there. You try to hide the shiver that courses through your body by laughing sardonically. “You don’t remember. I’m wounded,” he says with playfulness back in his voice.

You feel more at ease when he finally puts large bandaids over each knee. Now you had two ugly knee pads. Wonderful.

“You’re lying,” you tell him as you pat your own knees before bouncing off the bed. There’s electricity in your feet, begging you to run out the door, far far away from Gojo Satoru. 

“Hmmm!” Gojo hums contemplatively; and there it was again: the riddle you couldn’t solve, the puzzle behind his small smile. “Am I?” He watches you, not moving from his bed as you back up to the door.

You’re almost out when you turn, feeling out of sorts and slightly guilty. 

“Thank you,” you say finally, forcing the words out. Your tongue feels stiff, unaccustomed to this much talking. “For the ugly knee pads.” You point down at them with a winding finger.

Gojo laughs softly, and nods.

“See you around, Knee Pads!” he declares with a grin, and drops backwards on the bed again. He folds his arms behind his head, as you gape at him, face turning red.

“My name is not Knee Pads!” you shout. You begin to formulate an argument, in fact you almost tell him your name until you realize that maybe this was part of his masterplan. “Huh. You almost got me there,” you tell him, pointing at him.

Gojo turns his head slightly to look at you from behind his sunglasses. “Huh?” he replies, confusion weaving in his voice. 

“Nothing,” you say. You hesitate, unsure why you couldn’t just leave, like you had wanted to all along. There was a sudden curiosity that grew inside of you. You wanted to know more. You wanted to know if he really had met you before. You wanted to know if he knew your name. How much did he know about you? You wanted to know why he was hiding out in the nurses’ office in the first place when he seemed perfectly fine.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. You roll your eyes at your own indecision and settle for the way things were. You were now Knee Pads, the thief, the liar, the clumsy one. Enough damage had been done. You didn’t need to give Gojo Satoru more reason to wound your pride.

You leave without another word, rubbing a sore spot on your chest, hoping the strange ache would go away on its own; never to return again.

[ohcorny]

tbh my feelings on NS are definitely that i still love all the characters, especially lucy, but i do Not love the mess of a narrative i spun around them. soooo much of it is just inconsistent or gets dropped or doesn't get enough time spent on it to make a good impact. it's so sloppy to the point it seems genuinely less daunting to throw it out and do something totally new with the base concepts.

but it's such a far off proposition it doesn't feel worth thinking about right now. i am so deeply buried in other projects

[lyingindecay]

Intro/Rules

Hello! You may call me Decay. I'm just a silly little (not really) she/they. I'm 25, and post ns//fw stuff, so please MINORS DNI! I made a post a couple day ago but decided to make an official post type thing.

I have loved fallout for like 8 years now and used to write OC/Character stuff (never posted it anywhere but i'm sure i still have old docs somewhere) for Fallout! This show has ignited my love for the game and now I'm writing reader insert fics lmao

I do take requests, and they are currently OPEN!

Some quick rules!

I MOSTLY WRITE SMUT!! Minors, please do not interact with me, my content. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I will block minors/ageless blogs.

I do not write: Incest, pedophilia, bestiality, noncon, yandere (this may be added to as time goes on!)

I have the right to deny any requests (whether it's because I am uncomfortable, or because I feel like I can't write that specific request)!

I do have a full-time job and also Mental Illness, so, sadly, I can't spend all day writing (I wish I could). I'll post as often as I can though.

I only write reader inserts!

I also write poly fics! So, I wouldn't mind writing character x character, as long as there is a reader is involved.

Characters I currently write for (this can be added to at any time!):

Lucy

Cooper

Maximus

Norm (short king)

Thaddeus

May actually write for some game characters eventually, but we will see

That's all for now, and happy requesting! I love talking about my special interests, so even if you don't have a request, feel free to just talk!

[fairytail-whathesays]

Hi I love your blog! Thanks for sharing!

Could I please request some Loke/Lucy headcannons? Sfw or ns/fw whichever is fine! 💕

Thank you for considering, I hope you have a great day!

You're very welcome! I actually had a great day! 💕

Few people remember this, but Loke wasn't actually on Tenrou Island when it supposedly got nuked. Because of his connection to Lucy through their contract, he knew she was alive--but either couldn't or wouldn't call him, and he couldn't seem to open his own gate to her location. All of Lucy's spirits were hit hard by this dilemma, but Loke was distraught.

Aquarius is furious that Lucy finally has a boyfriend, and it's the leader of the Zodiac of all people--effectively one-upping Aquarius and her Zodiac spirit boyfriend Scorpio. Best believe Lucy repaid her all those years of snide remarks about not having a boyfriend.

Loke is knight, bodyguard, and boyfriend all at once. Lucy has neither need nor want when he's around, scarcely thinking of something before he makes sure to provide it.

Any boasting Lucy could do about having Loke as a boyfriend is only topped by the boasting Loke does about his girlfriend. He tells everyone, every spirit who will listen, that the Lucy Heartfilia is his lady love. That Lucy, yes, the super-duper powerful wizard who plead his case to the King, defeated Angel without his help, single-handedly took down a dark guild, and rewrote the book of freakin' E.N.D. because she's just that awesome.

There are two things Loke can do that your boyfriend can't that make him perfect for someone like Lucy. The first is, he can dance. He will tear up that dance floor and every girl in the club will be gobsmacked at the fine moves Lucy's bf is packing. (Reference)

The other thing is that he can rap. Literally top-tier white boy rapping. It would be the most embarrassing thing on the planet if he weren't legitimately good at it. That said, Lucy has forbidden him from doing it unless specifically asked.

Loke also tends to literally glow with happiness whenever Lucy compliments him. It's the most adorable thing ever.

NS/FW:

Lucy has the most incredible first time she could have had. Loke would not stop cracking cheesy jokes and doing the overblown flirting that Lucy couldn't take seriously if her life depended on it, she couldn't stop smiling, and there was no pressure whatsoever. Loke was legitimately careful, intimate, and romantic once they really got into it.

There was some concern over the danger of pregnancy. Turns out, celestial spirit DNA and human DNA don't mix. So unfortunately, no fanfiction fuel babies. Fortunately, it means they can bone to their heart's content.

Lucy has an embarrassing habit of running to her desk after sex because, well, what else are you going to do as an aspiring romance writer? Or at least that's what she aspires to be after Loke has given her some, ahem, muse. You would think this would be a dealbreaker, but Loke is just enough of a joke of a boyfriend to not only be flattered, but offer her writing tips. These two are a mess.