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The Mushroomer | friendly ghost!harry

Summary: Y/n moves into a small house in the woods and she soon realizes the house is haunted. But it really turns out to be not so bad at all to have a ghost when he's as kind as the one living with her.

A/n: Harry's a sweet ghost - so nothing scary here. But it is a little sad (with a happy ending). Also, I took some artistic liberties on what ghosts can do with this one shot so you may need to suspend your disbelief a bit. xoxo

Word Count: 11.5k

Warning: smut, talk of depression & suicide, loneliness (Harry's a sad ghost but Y/n makes him happy)

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Y/n had been living in the small house in the woods for only a couple of weeks when she started noticing strange things. She'd be typing on her laptop, cozy and focused when suddenly the tea kettle would whistle, breaking her out of the moment and scaring the life out of her. Somehow, not only would her tea kettle be on the burner but it was magically filled with water -both of which she had not done.

Or like the other evening when she was getting ready to settle into bed and she remembered she needed to turn off the lights in her kitchen so she grumpily got up and padded into the living room to see with her own eyes as her kitchen lights shut themselves off. It was nice to not have to walk all that way (which really wasn't all that far) but the creep factor of that happening was quite substantial.

But there were a lot of little things she'd been side-eyeing that made her wonder what was going on. However, she couldn't ignore it that morning. The way the blankets next to her were raised up as if someone were lying underneath them with her.

She had just woken up and her eyes were bleary and tired but the drizzle of morning light shining in her room made it clear that something was in the bed right next to her. Reaching toward the human-sized lump she blinked her eyes slowly and the moment her hand came into contact with the wool it suddenly deflated and dropped to the bed. She sat up and looked around the quiet space of her small room with her heart pounding in her chest.

"Is someone here?"

She was answered with silence. Pulling the blanket back she found exactly what she imagined. Nothing.

But then the kettle was going off and she jumped from the bed, quickly putting her slippers on her feet before dashing into the kitchen to shut off the burner.

"What is going on? Is someone here? Just…" She put her hands over her face in frustration as she groaned and when she pulled her hands away, there was her favorite mug sitting out for her already.

She remembered emptying the kettle and cleaning her mug and putting it away the night before. This was all impossible.

But she was in the mood for a hot cup of tea so she reluctantly grabbed the mug and that's when she saw her tea ball inside already filled with her favorite English breakfast tea leaves.

Pouring the hot water into her mug she peered around the kitchen, "Thank you. If there is someone there. This was nice. But… kind of creepy."

So, Y/n's day was off to an interesting start, and even though she'd been experiencing strange things and there was a small part of her that wondered if perhaps she had some kind of friendly ghost in her house, that day she was especially present and keeping her eyes open for anything odd.

Which led her to do some research on the old house she'd bought. She wondered who'd lived there before her. She only knew what was public. The property tax amount, and how many times the house had been bought and sold over the years (that number was surprisingly high). And that made her wonder if there was a connection. Had others been experiencing strange things in the home too? Had they been so spooked that they left, selling it to the next person to start the process all over again?

Of course, nothing that was happening was scary. Not really. It was strange, yes. It got her heart rate up a few times… but in the end, everything had been friendly or harmless gestures. Helpful even.

She didn't get much writing done that day, but rather she did find some interesting things online. It took her some time to get down to any names of people who'd lived in the house before (she didn't find many), but there was an old article from 1999 about a young professor who lived in town who died after going mushroom picking and eating the wrong kind. The article was more of an informative warning kind of story but there were some details that caught her interest.

The man would often forage for mushrooms being somewhat of an expert, but even with all of his knowledge he still mistook a bad one for a good one. Supposedly he died in his home all alone. And he was called by the name Harry. It didn't say where Harry lived exactly just that he was a professor from the area and he'd lived in the woods.

And that story led her to other smaller accounts of Harry the teacher and mushroomer who lived in the woods. She was so fascinated by the little bits of information she found that she hadn't realized the sun was already setting. She'd been at her desk reading what little she could find about this mysterious man who died in 1985, likely in the very house she was sitting in. He was 30 when he died.

"Mushrooms…" she spoke to herself as she recalled the mushrooms carved into the top of the banisters on the porch.

Closing her laptop she flicked on a lamp and then turned on her front porch light to double-check the wooden banisters and sure enough, mushrooms.

She placed her hand over the tops of them and bent to look at the work. It was crude, not carved by a wood maker but maybe an amateur. Perhaps Harry himself had carved them. Over the years, of course, the wood was aged and worn from the elements but it was clearly meant to be the shape of a mushroom.

She made a mental note to buy some varnish to cover them and make sure they didn't erode further. To keep the artist's work intact.

"I like these," she smiled and looked around herself, not sure if the ghost, or whatever it was, might be watching. She knew she might be losing her mind, entertaining such thoughts, but what else could it be? Surely something was afoot. Luckily, whatever it was, seemed to be kind and liked to get her tea started for her.

Y/n turned on her radio as she made cucumber and cheese sandwiches and hummed along. She'd peek behind herself every now and then in hopes of seeing something but that night nothing more came. Just when she was beginning to find the whole idea of having a ghost exciting, he suddenly wanted to be quiet.

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She wanted to sit outside to write that day. Took her hot tea with a little honey that morning and an English muffin with a jammy egg and extra butter. Then she piled the wooden bench with blankets and a couple of pillows and spread herself along the space and began to write.

Y/n loved her solitude. Loved the quiet and the freedom to live her life as she wanted day to day. She might call herself lucky that she didn't have to work a traditional 9-5 job but being a writer and trying to keep on schedule with her publisher was quite difficult at times. But she wouldn't trade the stress of getting her work done on deadline for anything. Especially not when she got to enjoy such peace in her life.

She wasn't rich. Not even close, but she did alright for herself. She'd been able to buy the adorable little house in the woods all on her own after all. So she was grateful for her life.

Content.

When she heard rustling leaves coming from the side of the house she stopped typing and kept her ears perked to listen. It sounded like a large animal moving through from the woods.

Getting up slowly and as quietly as she could she carefully stepped toward the edge of the porch and looked down at the side of the house to see nothing but dried brown leaves.

She was still hoping to see her ghost. Hoping he'd show himself –if there was a ghost (though she was almost certain by then). But everything had been quiet since before she ate dinner the night before.

Pursing her lips, she was a little disappointed that she still had not seen anything substantial yet. But as she turned to walk back to her bench, there, atop her closed laptop was a mushroom. A freshly picked mushroom. She wasn't sure what kind it was but it was clearly wild with a bit of dirt still at its base.

Plucking it up between her pointer finger and thumb she laughed as she moved her eyes all around her, "Is this from you, Harry? Harry the Mushroomer? That's what they call you, you know."

She walked down the steps of her porch to the front yard with the mushroom in her hand and peered around, "Thank you for this, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable eating it. Didn't you die because you ate the wrong kind? Accidentally poisoned yourself?"

Y/n knew that if anyone could see her they'd think she was a crazy woman talking to herself like that. Luckily she had no visible neighbors.

"Well? Are you gonna show yourself or just keep doing little things like this? It's okay if this is it. I don't mind, but it's hard to talk to you when I can't hear or see you."

In almost an instant there was a figure at the limn of her eye and she turned to see a tall man looking at her. She waited for a moment before speaking as his appearance seemed to slowly fill in… like he was being painted to life before her eyes.

He pointed at her hand, "It's safe. I promise."

She looked down at the mushroom in her palm and then back at the man, "Are you… Harry?"

He stepped back, the lines around him seemed to fade and Y/n reached toward him, "Don't leave! Please. I'd like to talk if you can."

"I can't leave."

"You can't… Because you're stuck here? Attached to this house?"

He nodded, the vibrant color of his skin filling in again and she noticed his eyes were a soft green like the moss in the small pond up the path.

"I'm sorry. It must be hard to be stuck like that."

"It is."

"Did you carve those mushrooms there," she pointed toward the banister.

He nodded again. She didn't know if that's just how he was, quiet and shy. Or maybe it was because he was not used to interacting with people anymore.

"Um… thank you for the mushroom. And for the tea. You seem to like to help."

He looked like a real man standing in her front yard with his brown shoes in the dead leaves that were scattered about. He wore a cream-colored sweater and khaki pants.

"I do like to help. You can eat that. They were wrong."

"Who was wrong? About what?"

She watched him blink and look toward the porch before he motioned to the house, "May I?"

Y/n grinned, not quite believing what was happening but fascinated all at the same time, "Of course. It's your house, Harry."

He looked at her for a second, the smallest bit of a smile spread across his face before he nodded and began to move up toward the porch, Y/n following behind him.

She stopped and watched him walk toward the wooden bench and sit down, as if he were too weary to stand, though she never imagined ghosts feeling tired like that. He stared out toward the trees before he spoke, "I did it on purpose. It wasn't an accident."

She stitched her brows together and wrapped an arm around the wooden post at the top of the steps, "You poisoned yourself?"

He nodded, still staring toward the yard and trees with their changing leaves, "I wish I hadn't but I was sad and I wanted to stop feeling sad. And then everyone thought it was just an accident. A mistake. But it wasn't."

Y/n stepped toward him cautiously, not wanting to scare him off, "Can I sit next to you?"

He looked up at her before moving his mournful eyes back toward the woods. She took that as a yes, so she carefully sat on the bench next to her sad ghost.

"Why were you sad?"

He shook his head slowly, "Lonely. But it's much worse like this. No one wants to talk to a spirit. Everyone gets spooked."

"You can talk to me. I'm not spooked," she spoke quietly and he looked at her again, brows softening as she continued, "If you want we can be friends."

"Why?"

"Why what? Why am I not spooked? Why do I want to be your friend?" She raised her brows.

Harry didn't answer, though. He only kept his gaze on hers. She figured his why was to all of the above. He wasn't used to people anymore.

"Well… you've been very welcoming toward me since I moved in. Kind even. Getting my tea ready, that was clever," she laughed and watched as his shoulders seemed to relax, "That's not spooky. It was helpful. And I like that you wanted to be nice so I'd like to be your friend."

"Okay. Just know… I can't leave. So if you feel bothered the best I can do is step outside or into another room. People have tried having the house blessed. A priest came in once and tried to get me to leave. I wish I wasn't stuck here. I hoped that somehow that would work, with the priest, but it didn't. I'd rather be gone but instead, I'm trapped, halfway here and halfway there."

"So, you're the kind of ghost that can pick things up and –well you also look like a real man too. To me you do."

He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess. I've never met another ghost."

The pair sat on the porch together for nearly two hours. Y/n was intrigued and had quite a few questions but she also told him about herself. At one point Harry could see she was chilled so he handed her blanket from underneath him and helped her drape it over her shoulders.

She couldn't imagine how a man like him had found such a fate. Every now and then when he spoke she noted that he had a natural charisma, a charm that certainly had caught the eye of a few ladies at one time. He was smart and kind. And she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was too. But mostly he was sad. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him if he'd let her. Tell him he wouldn't be alone anymore and that it was going to be okay.

When she made dinner for herself she used the mushroom he'd picked and he told her where she could find more of them. That they could forage together if she were up for it. He made her tea and told her that she liked her tea the same way his mother did.

It felt like she was talking to someone she knew a long time ago and that they were just reconnecting after years of being apart. It took a bit to warm up but once they got going Harry was a regular conversationalist. She could picture him as a professor in front of students relating his biology teachings to a story about being chased down the street by a pack of wild dogs.

He was funny. Y/n liked Harry a lot. She hadn't really gotten any work done that day but there wasn't a part of her that regretted that.

When the sun had gone down she turned on all the lamps and let Harry sit in her comfy chair near the wood-burning stove (that he installed all by himself in 1981) and take his pick of book to read from her bookshelf.

She finally wound up getting a decent amount of writing done with Harry just there reading. It was nice to have a companion with her. She loved her peace and quiet but it was easy for her to adjust to Harry being there. Maybe because he had been there all along.

When she was getting tired and couldn't write anymore she looked over at Harry and noticed that he was still fully immersed in the book, "I think I'm gonna go to bed. Um… you can do whatever you want. And no need to hide or anything. Okay? I like you around."

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. I'll just be here. Won't bother you."

Y/n smiled at him as she stood up, "You're not a bother. I'll see you in the morning?"

He smiled and nodded at her, "Thank you."

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"So you do sleep at all, Harry?" Y/n asked him as she poured hot water over her tea.

"Yes. That's mostly all I do. I like to be unconscious. Pretend I'm not here."

Y/n felt so sad hearing the way he spoke. Even in death, he seemed to be depressed, sad.

"And where do you normally sleep?"

He shrugged, the book he had been reading from the night before was in his hand, "Wherever. In the bed sometimes."

Y/n looked at him, squinting her eyes, "Next to me? Like you did the other morning?"

He looked down and nodded, "Sorry. I won't do it again. Just like to feel like I'm not alone and when you're sleeping I know I won't scare you because you won't even know I'm there. But," he looked up at her quickly, "I've never done anything weird. I would never. It was just to be closer is all. Not in a weird way-" he shook his head and grumbled something under his breath, "But that still sounds weird to you I'm sure. I meant no harm."

She reached her hand toward him, almost not expecting to feel anything but when her finger grazed the fabric of his sweater she was startled and stepped back. But the moment Harry realized she'd gotten spooked he was gone in an instant. The book he'd been holding lying on her tile countertop.

"No. Harry don't leave, please. I… just didn't expect to be able to touch your sweater. It's… I promise it wasn't because I was scared of you. Please come back. I'm sorry. This is all new for me and I was surprised is all."

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see him, but he was hazy, not quite there, "I don't want to scare you. I'm used to just staying in the shadows, Y/n. I don't think I could bear having you be frightened of me."

Moving toward him slowly she put her palms facing out to him in conciliation, "I'm not frightened. I promise. I just didn't realize I'd feel it when I reached for you. I want you to stay. I like you here. I like your company. I like seeing you. And now I'll know better than to be surprised when I can feel the wool on your sweater next time."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, putting her hands down to her side, "I'm sure. And I don't want you to be skittish around me either. You don't need to disappear like that. Let's just get used to one another okay? But I'm not frightened. I think I already prefer you to most people I've met, in fact."

That got him smiling and it almost appeared like he was blushing as he looked down at the floor, a dimple scored into his cheek.

Quite the handsome ghost when he was smiling. He blinked his eyes as his form became tangible again, corporeal.

She took a deep breath and reached for him again, slowly that time, placing her palm up for him to reach out toward. She watched as he lifted his hand and gradually pushed it forward until she could feel the whispy brush of his skin on her fingertips before he pressed his palm over hers. Like a real person, with skin and everything.

"I can feel you. Can you feel me too?" She asked.

He nodded as his grin spread, "Yes. That's nice."

"It is nice. See? Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about," he repeated, his eyes on hers.

"Can we rewind? Go back to what we were just talking about before I got all jumpy? About you sleeping in the bed?"

"Okay."

She moved her fingers around his hand and squeezed it gently, "If you ever need to be close, it's okay if you come to sleep in my bed with me. This is your house too, Harry. It was your house first. I don't want you to feel lonely in your home. Just because you're… well, a spirit, that doesn't mean you deserve a life of isolation. I'm your friend now. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

Y/n found that having Harry around somehow inspired her and kept her focused. She'd gotten more work done than she had in a very long time. Perhaps it was just that there was another presence there with her, watching and paying attention. Somehow it seemed to keep her on task. He was quiet most of the day. He'd read or take walks outside and bring mushrooms back when he found them. In the evenings they'd chat and she often caught herself wishing he was a real live man because if she were being very honest he had all the qualities she'd want in a partner. But on top of that, he was tortuously handsome. And it seemed the more she knew of him the more attractive he was.

He was quite humorous at times, a natural storyteller. And it seemed he enjoyed making her smile. He listened to her talk as well and remembered every detail of every word she spoke. Like she was worth listening to. It's something she didn't often find with other people.

Sleeping next to him at night was also increasingly difficult as now there was a sentient and conscious being lying next to her when she was feeling a bit lustful (as did happen on occasion inevitably). But there was little she could do to satiate herself in her bed when Harry was there too.

So she wound up changing her schedule slightly, to have her showers at night and find relief under the warm stream of water before she climbed into bed with him, who took up a lot more space than one would assume a ghost would.

He was always perfectly polite. Too polite maybe. But then again she had no idea how that would work with him anyway. Yes, she could feel his skin and touch his clothes and once had the pleasure of running her fingers into his hair… but certainly they couldn't… get intimate?

Though, she'd imagined how his lips might feel or those big hands on her hips or her waist. She'd imagine his eyes peering at her as he undressed (she'd never seen him remove any clothing but she often wondered what was under his clothes). She knew it was wrong. Felt guilty for thinking about him like that.

But she was a warm-blooded woman with certain needs that every other woman had just the same. And Harry, ghost or not, was easy to look and he was even easier to trust.

He was sweet.

And she was ovulating.

So even taking care of herself in her shower didn't quite scratch the itch by the time she got into the bedroom to find Harry already sitting with the blankets over his lap and his back against the headboard and his nose in a book. It was like having a really hot friend who lived with you who you knew you could never do anything like that with.

"Feel better?" He asked her as he closed the book and watched her take off her sweater.

She didn't remember telling him she hadn't felt good before her shower. In fact, he hadn't ever asked her before if she felt better after her shower so it made her wonder if he was paying closer attention than she realized. Could he tell that she had a change in mood? That her hormones were fluctuating? Surely not.

"Um, I think a little better," she smiled and slid into the bed, wishing she could climb into his lap and lift up his sweater to feel his skin. She was curious about him and wondered if there was more to explore with him. Was there anything under the clothes? Did he ever have those natural human urges he likely had when he was living?

"You seem a little tense. Would you like a tea? I think camomile is good for helping you calm."

She sighed, "I'm just… yeah. A tea sounds good. Maybe that'll help."

Harry left her alone in her room and she watched as the light in the kitchen gently spread out and illuminated the hallway off the bedroom. With a few minutes to herself, she reached into her soft night pants and rubbed over her panties. It was risky and she knew he might return any minute but she was hidden by the covers over her lap.

And it felt good. Obviously, the shower had been nice but there was something about doing it in her own bed on a dry surface that was her favorite. And she was already wetting the material of her underwear as she pushed the fabric aside and pressed her fingers directly over her clit. She could be quick.

A quiet gasp fell from her lips when she began hitting the right spot, fingers quickly swiping back and forth, body heating, heart pounding.

But then he was there at the door with a steaming mug in his hands, standing still like he'd been the one to see a ghost. She was covered up but by the way he was looking at her…

She slowly moved her hand away and smiled, "Uh, that was fast. Thank you."

He placed the mug on the table next to her bed quietly and looked away from her, "I can give you some privacy. I'm sorry."

Oh. He knew what she was up to. She'd been so stupid to think she could rub one out fast enough without him realizing.

"No, I'm sorry. I… since you've been around, or since I knew you were here I have to kind of… God, I'm embarrassed," she put her face in her hands and groaned.

"Don't feel embarrassed. It's normal. Nothing shameful about any of that. I was a biology professor after all."

Y/n looked up at him, "You're always too nice, Harry. I feel so awful. You probably don't even… well… you know. Things are different for you now than when you were alive?"

He cocked his head to the side, "Things are different yes. But if you mean in terms of feeling stirred, aroused… I can -still. But it's been a very long time."

She swallowed, unable to quite comprehend how that was possible, "So… you, as a ghost, can like feel that way? Does your body react as well?"

He puffed out a laugh and looked down at the wood floors below his feet, "Yes. Mostly. I still have all the feelings and emotions within my consciousness as when I was alive. And yes, I feel it and it can be visible if I let it."

Visible. That did nothing to quell her growing curiosity.

"That's… I guess I don't really know much about spirits, but I'm surprised."

"To be honest, I don't know much about myself like this either. I just know I still feel emotions and physically can feel…. excited. And that I can only go as far as the perimeter of the land this house is on. If I step past the boundary I wind up back inside the house. You're the first person I've really interacted with. Everyone else was terrified. I don't blame them."

"You can come back if you want," she patted the spot on the bed next to her. "If I didn't make you uncomfortable. I'm good now I think. Sorry to make this weird."

"Are you sure? I can leave for a bit–"

"No. No, I'm over it now," she took a sip of the tea he'd made her. He always seemed to know exactly how to make her tea.

Harry pulled the blankets back and settled into bed next to her before she flicked off the light on her lamp.

"I'm sorry I interrupted."

"Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong."

She wished she could ask him to hold her. Just to be in his arms, to know what that would feel like. And she was sure that if she asked he would because he was so kind. But he'd just caught her playing with herself and she felt like a pervert and she was sure he'd wonder what her intentions were. Hell, she wasn't even sure of her own intentions at that point.

So, she closed her eyes and tried to push down how embarrassed she felt and the subtle ache between her thighs. Perhaps she'd get on birth control so she wouldn't ovulate anymore. She felt out of control, led by her id, her hormones calling the shots.

Eventually, she found sleep, and for a while, she forgot all about her misdeed and her aroused state in exchange for much-needed rest.

But upon waking she found that she'd snuggled into Harry tightly. Her cheek smushed against the sweater over his chest and his arms were placed around her back. It felt like waking up in the arms of a real man. It was soft and cozy. She felt warm and safe.

She knew he could sleep. He told her as much so she wasn't sure if he was awake or not which was her reason to keep still and bask in the moment. As much as she loved her solitude, it hadn't dawned on her until then how much she missed human contact. It was lovely to feel him so close like that. He felt solid as if he had a real live body.

Slowly the light from the sun began to brighten her room as the morning grew later. She probably should get up but it was so hard to peel herself away from Harry. Not only did she not want to wake him, she wanted to enjoy him holding her for as long as she could.

"If you need to get up you can."

She startled, tilting her head back to look up at him, "I didn't know you were awake. I didn't want to -wake you."

He was cute. His face half-covered with her pillow as he looked down at her, "I know. But I am awake. You can stay here like this for as long as you like, though. I don't mind."

Harry adjusted his face into the pillow, pink lips set in a soft smile as he kept his eyes on hers. He was beautiful and she could think of nothing better to do in that moment than to reach her hand up to his neck and stretch up toward him so she could give him a quick peck on his mouth.

Maybe it was her sleepy brain or just the soft moment they were enveloped in together. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at her that did it. But whatever made her do it felt like something she needed to do. To feel.

And then he kissed her back. It was like kissing a man. A real live man. His palms slid over her back softly, upward to her shoulder blades as he continued moving his lips with hers. Gentle and slow. Sleepy.

It did nothing to make her hormones calm. Which just led to her sliding her hand down his sturdy chest and to his hip. She wouldn't take it too far, she was just curious what the skin under his sweater would feel like as she edged the tips of her fingers upward and he was still real underneath too. Taut skin and sinew over muscle and bone. Moving her palm higher up his stomach she found herself quite pleasantly surprised by the way he felt under her hand.

But he stopped abruptly, sitting up and clambering out of bed, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that. You… I'm really sorry."

She looked up at him from her spot on the bed and blinked her tired eyes, "Why are you sorry? I kissed you first."

"You did?" He shook his head, "I thought I started it. I'm not used to this. I don't know what I'm doing." He ran his hands into his hair and stepped around the bed toward the door, "I'm sorry. I think I need to… just some time to think."

She watched him walk away out of sight, blindsided by what had just happened. Of course, the whole thing was wild. It was insane even. He was a ghost. It wasn't like they could be together. She wished things were different, she really did. She needed to pull herself together. Harry had real feelings, he'd told her as much.

Taking a warm shower she tried to reason with herself about what had happened. But the more she considered it all, the more she wondered what a future would look like if she were to fall in love with a ghost. She didn't want to indulge in those thoughts but she couldn't help it. She didn't like being around people and rarely needed to leave her little house. Would it be so bad to just be with Harry? He was lonely and needed companionship just like she did and she really enjoyed his company. He seemed to be the perfect companion, the only issue being that he was technically dead. And she had no idea how a physical relationship would work but she was beginning to think, after that kiss, that was in fact possible.

She could stay "single" forever and if anyone asked why she never married or dated she'd just say she preferred to be alone. No one would need to know about Harry.

Y/n shook her head as she dried her hair. She was losing it. Why was her mind going there? Yes, maybe she was a little lonely at times, and he was kind and nice to talk to, and he was clearly a very attractive… specter. But he wasn't a living man.

Opening up her laptop after having made herself a tea, she tried to ignore the pit in her stomach. Harry hadn't come back. Or if he had he wasn't showing himself to her. Had it really been all that bad for them to kiss? Probably. She shouldn't have done it. And now he was the one who was spooked. She couldn't blame him. It'd been a long time since he'd had a person to even talk to who knew of his existence and the one that he finally does show himself to winds up developing silly feelings for him and wants to kiss.

Y/n hardly got any writing done that day. Harry stayed away. The house was quiet. She didn't want to push him to show himself or to talk to her. If he needed space, she'd give it to him.

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She figured that the worst part about having a ghost was knowing he was there but not knowing where he was or what he was seeing her do. If he was even watching. Harry didn't return that first night nor the following day. He didn't sleep next to her in bed and he didn't prepare her tea.

She started to wonder if he was going to come back at all.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry for scaring you like that. I hope you can forgive me and come back. I promise I'll never be so reckless again. I just had a lapse in judgment."

Her phone rang, startling her from her speech to her ghost. She had an inkling he was there and listening.

"Hello?"

It was her cousin Sil. She had promised to bring over a small kitchen table, something Y/n didn't have when she first moved into the house.

"Oh, tonight? Sure. Um… yeah. I'll be here."

She would be happy to have a kitchen table and chairs finally but she wasn't really up for company. Hopefully, Sil would be in and out quickly, though getting to her house in the woods was quite the drive.

"Harry, my cousin is coming to drop off some furniture. I'm just letting you know," she looked around the space and the room was empty and quiet still. Her heart dropped as she sighed.

But she had to stop moping and pull herself together before Sil arrived. She put on something a little nicer and swiped a little mascara onto her lashes before spritzing herself with her favorite perfume. Then she filled her kettle with fresh water and pulled down a couple of mugs and plates and then sliced up strawberries and cantaloupe.

She kept herself busy until she heard a knock at her door and put on a smile before opening it to see not only Sil, but a man wearing a thick flannel just behind her.

"This is Memo. He offered to help with the table. It's kind of heavy."

"Oh, of course! Thank you! And it's nice to meet you, Memo."

Y/n propped open the door and then she and Sil got to work carrying in the chairs as Memo shimmied the table inside on his own. When everything was set up in her little kitchen she was quite pleased with the way it looked.

"I love it. Thank you so much, Sil," she pulled her cousin in for a hug and then reached for Memo's arm and squeezed, "And I appreciate your help. Thank you."

"Your house is amazing. Ever get lonely living out here by yourself?"

Y/n looked up at the man and shrugged, "Um… not really. I like the peace out here. It's great for inspiration."

"She's a writer," Sil interjected, "Already has two published books and one on the way. She's the famous one I was talking about."

Y/n laughed and put her hand up, "I'm not famous. That's an exaggeration…"

"Well, she's a published author and her first book sold almost, what… like 50,000 copies?"

"That's average at best. I'm not… I'm lucky but I'm not anywhere near famous," Y/n looked at Memo and then at her cousin. "It pays the bills. And I love it, so…" She turned toward her kitchen counter, wanting to change the subject, "Would you guys care for some tea or coffee? I've got fruit sliced up as well?"

"I could go for some tea. Thank you, Y/n."

Memo smiled at her softly and her cousin raised her brows with a nod, "Sure. We'll stay a little longer."

Y/n prepared tea and placed the fruit and plates on her new kitchen table before joining Sil and Memo to sit. She learned that Memo was Sil's neighbor and when Y/n commented that she thought they were cute together Sil quickly corrected her cousin, "Oh, we're not… No," she laughed. "He's just a friend."

"I'm as single as they come," he winked at Y/n before taking another sip of his tea.

She found that to be a strange thing to say. Was he suggesting something? Y/n didn't know but she definitely wasn't interested. Her mind was still on Harry and wondering where he was, if he was watching everything.

When the fruit was all eaten and their mugs were dry Y/n got up to place everything in her sink and Memo followed, "I can help. Let me wash the dishes."

She looked back at Sil who was grinning, a raised brow in her direction. Y/n shook her head and rolled her eyes. Maybe it was a setup. She'd be nice but there was no way in hell–

"What the… shit!" Memo stepped back from the sink quickly and turned, his arms out exasperatedly.

He had water all over the front of his flannel and Y/n covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

"Something just… I turned on the water and it was like the stream just sprayed out right at me. Got all over my shirt!"

Sil stepped passed Memo and turned off the water then turned it back on to check, "Seems okay now. Maybe it was just air in the pipe or something?"

"Sorry. That has never happened. Would you like a towel?" Y/n offered.

"Yeah. If it's no bother."

When Y/n walked into the hallway to grab a towel she felt someone behind her. She brightened up as she turned, hoping to see Harry but found the other male standing there with her, plucking at his shirt.

"Here," she handed him a white towel, "I'm really sorry about your shirt."

Memo nodded as he dabbed at himself, "Yeah it's just water. My shirt'll be fine. Just a little embarrassed."

Y/n laughed, "Embarrassed? Why?"

"Got my shirt all well and startled everyone. Especially in front of a pretty girl. Little bit of a hit to my ego."

Y/n's brows stitched together, "Oh. Well, don't worry. I really don't care–"

"Would you… Well, we're about to leave and I thought maybe I could give you my number or something?"

There was no way she was going to call Memo or entertain anything more with him. But she decided to play dumb and just go along with it. She'd take his number and then lose it. Not that he wasn't a good-looking guy. And he was probably perfectly nice (he seemed nice). In a different world, one where she was more outgoing and liked to meet new people, maybe she'd actually be interested.

"Uh…"

Suddenly the hallway light flicked on and her TV came on in the living room, volume all the way up. The lamp in the corner flashing on and off and then on again.

Y/n quickly slid past Memo to turn her television off, one hand cupping her ear as she aimed the remote at her TV.

Sil looked spooked as she stepped out of the kitchen and then Memo suddenly rushed in, tripping as he cursed, "What the fuck?"

Everyone stood in shock staring at one another when all the lights in the house went off and Memo gasped, "Shit! What is that?!" The sound of someone running into her coffee table and something slamming into the wall had Y/n rushing to flick her lights back on.

Memo was swinging into the air on his ass next to the wall, "Something just pushed me against the wall!"

Sil put her hand out to help Memo stand up and then looked back at Y/n in worry, "Is this place like… haunted? What was that?"

She shook her head, "I don't know. You guys should probably leave, though. I'll clean up. I'm really sorry about this."

Memo stepped toward Y/n, "You need to come with us. It's not safe. It felt like someone grabbed my shirt and pushed me… slammed me! Whatever it is, is very strong and very angry."

Shaking her head she looked from her cousin to Memo, "No. I'll be fine. I promise."

It took a little convincing for Sil and Memo to accept that Y/n wasn't going to be leaving with them with Sil pouting and giving her a long hug outside, "Are you sure? I'm going to call you when we get back. I'm really worried about what just happened in there."

"I'll be fine. Okay? You don't need to worry about anything."

When they were down the street Y/n let out a breath and closed her eyes. She knew exactly what had happened in there.

It was Harry. Her gentle, easily spooked ghost, who had somehow flipped a switch and scared the shit out of Memo and her cousin.

When she stepped inside she straightened out her coffee table and looked around the living room, "Harry? Please come out and talk to me. I need to see you, okay? I'm not mad about what you just did but I think we need to talk about it. About why you did that."

She was startled when she turned and there he was. She had expected to need to plead with him for a little longer.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up at him Y/n shook her head, "Why did you do that? Was it because you didn't like him? Memo?"

He nodded, "I didn't like how he was looking at you when you'd turn away. Like you were a piece of meat or something. He was flirting with you."

She smiled, "You didn't like him flirting with me?"

"It's just that… I don't know," Harry turned and ran his fingers into his hair, "I'm stuck. I don't get to have anything good but people like… Memo," he spat the name like it was bitter in his mouth, "Get to enjoy whatever they want." He turned to look at her again, "He could have you if he wanted. It's so easy for him."

"Well, you're wrong. He can't have me if I'm not interested, which I'm not. Not my type."

"He's not?"

She shook her head, "No."

Harry groaned and looked down at the floor, "Doesn't matter anyway, does it? No matter how I feel about anything, about you… I don't get to have you. I don't get to fall in love and live happily ever after. I've made it so that I'll suffer in sadness forever. This is what I deserve for what I did to myself. Might as well watch you fall in love with another man while I'm at it."

Stepping toward him, she slowly reached her hand out toward his, "Hey, look at me."

She swore it was like looking at a real man. His eyes were so green and so sad as he placed his gaze on hers. "Is that what you want? That we could be –together?"

"Doesn't matter what I want."

She took his hand in hers, "Yes it does. It matters. You matter to me. And to be honest," she shrugged, keeping her eyes on his, "As long as I'm here and you're here, I don't think I need anyone else."

Frown lines carved in between his eyes as he looked down at her hand, "You can't say that. You don't know. I can't give you what you need."

"And what is it you think I need that you can't give me?"

"A real relationship. I couldn't meet your family or… anyone. I couldn't –touch you. Not really. I know this doesn't feel the same," he squeezed at her fingers. "It's not warm. It's not real. And if you wanted to have a family… well obviously I can't give you that either."

"Your hand feels pretty real to me, Harry. It's not quite as warm as if you were flesh and blood but you're firm against my skin. I feel you. And that kiss… I can't stop thinking about how nice it was. I liked that. I like how you did it."

"Really?"

A wider grin spread over her face as she watched the edge of his lip quirk upward, "And I've never wanted kids anyway so I don't care about that."

"You don't?"

Shaking her head she smiled, "Never. But we haven't known each other all that long so you wouldn't have known that about me. You also wouldn't have known that I don't really like going out unless I have to. It's why I bought this house. To be away from people. But I do get lonely so when I met you it felt like a special gift."

"When you moved in it did feel different for me too. I wanted to be your friend right off."

"See? We can be friends. We can maybe even be more. I know it's weird probably… I'm not particularly normal, though. But… I was already imagining what it might be like. You and me. It's not perfect but life isn't perfect and maybe we can find some happiness together."

Harry had been jealous of Memo, Y/n had figured that much. He hadn't really hurt him, just scared him. And in a way, she was glad that he was spooked and left relatively quickly so she didn't have to take his number and then sit in that awkward moment where she didn't give him hers back or have to explain later to her cousin why she never called him.

What would she use as her reason? Well, she'd probably simply just say she wasn't interested. But knowing Sil, there would be some pushback – You don't even really know him. He's the sweetest! Give him one date…

The real explanation, which she'd be unable to express, would be that she had already met someone and she wanted to find out what would happen with it. That the ghost that lived in her house with her, the one who'd pushed Memo, was warmer, sweeter, smarter, and more handsome than Memo by leaps and bounds.

Not that Memo wasn't a catch. But Y/n liked Harry much more. Even if he was a ghost. And maybe him being a ghost was better for her in a way. Of course, she was insane. Perhaps if she were a more well-adjusted person with healthy relationships she'd be interested in living men. But most men made her uncomfortable.

"What if –we just see?" Y/n placed her hand on his arm over his sweater as she kept his hand in hers, "Would that be okay with you?"

"I just don't think I can satisfy you how you need."

"So far you've done a great job of making me happy. I haven't felt this way about someone before. It's unconventional, yes, I know. But so what?"

He turned to face her, "So what…" he mimicked her words before he moved his hand to place at her hip. She could feel the weight of it on her side, "I can kiss you again?"

"Yes, Harry. Please do."

He leaned down slowly before she felt his nose bump into hers and then his lips press over her mouth. And it was sweet and emotional. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close as if he realized suddenly he couldn't let her get away.

It was different than kissing someone with skin and warm blood and saliva on their tongue. But she could feel it. Feel him pressed into her, his body his mouth, his hands on her back. She could feel his neck on her palm and it might have just been better than any other kiss ever. Because it was Harry she was kissing.

She felt him open his mouth and close his lips around her bottom lip, felt him poke his tongue against hers… so different but still it was real and so nice. He was conscious and he was kissing her and holding her.

Y/n pushed her hand up his neck and let her fingers card through his hair, whispy silk between her fingers. Every bit of him had mass even if it didn't feel quite the same, it was so close and that only excited her, made her insides light up and liquify.

She could tell he really seemed to enjoy it too, small moans fell from his throat as he brought a hand up to her jaw and kissed downward to her neck. Like he knew what he was doing. But he did know, didn't he? He was once a man, living on earth, meeting women and no doubt had at least some experience.

Y/n couldn't imagine that someone who looked like Harry would have trouble in that department. So he knew what he was doing.

And when he moved against her hips she felt a solid lump under his pants poking against her. Even though he said that it could be visible and that he could feel aroused, it still surprised her. Especially that she could feel it. A decent-sized lump. And she wouldn't classify that as just a lump either… more like the bulge of a man who was nicely endowed.

Her body was hot. She needed more. Gripping onto his back she pasted herself against him, letting him curve around her as he kissed her neck and her jaw. He was better than any man she'd met already. Sensual and full of emotion.

When he placed his mouth back against hers she realized that her back was pressed into the wall. She hadn't even realized they'd moved at all. With a moan, she raised her leg and hitched her thigh over his hip. Part of her thought that might deter him or make him stop. Maybe he'd be too shy or he'd tell her they didn't need to do that, but what happened instead was that he went in harder, hips glued to hers as he reached down to grasp her thigh to keep it in place.

And now the swollen bulge was pressed over her dress right where her pelvis was and he rocked against her.

"Oh god… Harry…." her words were mushed into his mouth as he kept kissing her.

"Y/n…"

"Let's go to bed."

Again, she thought perhaps it might be too much for him. That he'd try and slow down or maybe he'd back away… But she gasped when he picked her up and held her under her thighs and brought her to the bedroom. Like he'd just been waiting for permission and the shy and conflicted man from earlier was all but gone.

Her head was placed on her pillow, with his palm under her neck as he smothered her mouth with his. Y/n moved her legs apart for him and he settled against her, using his free hand to clasp over her hip.

It felt so good to be with him that way. It was exciting and soft and it made her insides ache. Reaching down for the button on his trousers he parted from the kiss and looked down at her hands as she pulled his pants open.

"I don't know if… it's gonna be different. I haven't done this before. Like this."

"It's okay. Will it feel good for you?"

He nodded, "Yes. I can still feel like that. Just don't know what'll be like for you."

Y/n bit her lip and pushed herself up, "I'm gonna take off my dress. Okay?"

"Okay. Should I… I don't know what to do."

It was funny that only moments before he was carrying her to the bed but now he was unsure of himself once again. She figured it would take some getting used to, "Can your clothes come off? Is it possible?"

"Yes. Should I take them off?"

Y/n smiled and cupped his cheek, "If you want to. If you want to find out what it'll feel like with me. It's up to you."

He nodded and pulled at his sweater, bringing it up over his head and Y/n reached for his torso, smoothing her hand up to his pecs and shoulders. He was fit and looked strong. Tattoos on his chest and his arms. It wasn't what she expected exactly. She had seen the peek of tattoos on his hand but hadn't imagined he had many more. She'd been wrong.

Lifting herself she slid her dress off and unplucked her bra to get rid of the uncomfortable thing, tossing them to the floor as she watched him bring his pants down. He had on blue boxer shorts. She didn't want to let her mind go there, but she wondered if those were the last clothes he wore as a living person. Most likely.

He looked at her, searching her face and then his gaze dropped over her body. Her breasts, her tummy, her panties. She reached for his hand to place on her breast, "What does it feel like?"

Harry blinked his eyes closed, "It feels real." He reached up with his other hand to cup her opposite side and softly massaged, opening his eyes to watch as his palms smushed and slid over her skin.

Y/n inhaled as she let him group and knead. The gentle fondling was perfect.

Harry adjusted his position, bending his knees as he leaned in and looked at her, mouth nearing her nipple, "Can I?"

Nodding she placed her hand in his hair when she felt his mouth on her tit. She could hardly tell the difference. It wasn't wet and warm but his mouth was on her. He switched sides and focused on her nipple.

"Fuck… Harry that feels good."

Looking up at her he pulled away, "Does it?"

"Yes. You're really good. I like this. How do you feel?"

"I like it too. A lot. I feel…" he shook his head, lips parted, "Like a man. Like I'm alive again."

Y/n reached down for his thigh and ran her hand upward, "Can I touch you too?"

He looked down at his lap, blue boxer shorts tented from his erection as he nodded and shifted to his knees so he could bring them down and off.

And fuck if he just didn't look completely real. Like a live man with a big cock and soft green eyes looking at her for approval.

Y/n got to her knees and dragged her hands down his chest and over the silky bits of hair, "You're very handsome. I've never seen a more attractive man, Harry. Everything about you…"

When her palm found the underside of him there was weight to it. Bulk. She was having a difficult time understanding it all. That he wasn't flesh, nor alive, but that he was conscious and he was solid. The moment her palm dragged upward on his length, fingers curling around his shaft he sputtered a deep moan.

"Feels good?"

He nodded, "Just like when I… from a long time ago."

"When you were still alive? When you had a woman in your bed with you?"

He nodded again, "Yes."

"Good. I want to make you feel good."

He moaned again as she worked her fist over him. He was long and he had girth. A very nice cock for a ghost, she laughed to herself about how her inner dialogue was working itself out.

"I want to make you feel good too," he placed a hand at her hip over her cotton panties and she smiled at him. Of course, he did. Harry seemed like a giver. That much she did know.

Releasing him from her hand, she peeled her panties off and Harry quickly pushed her down to the bed and tucked in between her legs, hands sliding up her inner thighs, "You're so pretty."

Y/n giggled and turned her eyes to her ceiling. No one would ever believe she was doing something like this. Hell, she hardly believed it herself. When she looked back at Harry she pulled his hand to bring up to her center, "You can touch if you want. In fact, you can do whatever you like. I trust you."

His lips parted as he grazed his fingertips through her labia and kept his eyes on her pussy. Soft strokes up and down like he was inspecting until he slid his pointer finger up to her clit and looked into her eyes as he started to circle, "You're getting wet. That feels good?"

A laugh puffed from her lips as she nodded, "It feels so good. You make me wet, Harry."

His brows pinched together as he leaned over her body to kiss her, fingers still gently circling her bud. She reached down to stroke him in her hand, making him moan into her mouth.

He thrust into her hand softly as he pressed a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply, "Yes…"

"Yeah?" He panted against her mouth, finger tucked inside of her thrusting as she pumped him the best she could with the angle.

And he might have been a ghost but when he added another finger the gushy sound her pussy made couldn't be mistaken. As if something solid was plunging into her. Which made her certain his dick would be the same. Better.

Pushing at his chest he backed away from the kiss as she pulled his shaft, angling his tip at her mons, just above where he was pumping his fingers into her, "You can if you want. I think it'll feel good."

He didn't say anything but when he pulled his fingers out and grasped around his cock, hand over hers he kept his pupils pinned to her eyes as he dragged his tip through her pussylips and down to her opening.

The moment he began to penetrate they both dropped their mouths open. It felt just like it should. Two people connecting with their bodies and their emotions. The friction felt different inside of her but she could feel the weight and the circumference of him slowly sliding into her walls.

As he blew out a harsh breath, she could feel it on her neck. It wasn't humid nor warm, but she felt the draft against her skin as he buried in.

"Can you feel me?"

Y/n reached her hands around his back, "I can feel all of you. Keep going."

He dropped his hips down against hers, pushing himself in and then easing back, dragging through her insides deliciously.

"I can feel how wet it is around me. So warm… Squeezing…"

She panted as she placed her feet flat on the mattress and rolled up against him, her clit pressing into his pelvis as he rocked into her so gently. So easy and so soft, but the swollen length inside of her was anything but soft. She felt every inch of it as he worked in and pulled back.

"It's so hard. Harry, you feel so good," she mewled before he pushed his lips against hers again.

Her old bed creaked in time with his languid pace. He held her tight, one hand at the back of her head and the other wrapped under her back as he fucked himself into her warm, gummy channel.

As fantastic as Y/n felt she imagined for him it was even better. He could feel her temperature and the moisture of her arousal, he could feel the tightness of her around him as he drove into her and surely he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She was in heaven. Y/n would swear off men forever if she could have this with Harry. They could have soft, lazy days together in silence, go mushroom hunting together in the afternoons, and have deep conversations about the world and biology and books they'd read… then go to bed together every night with full hearts. She'd be satisfied with him. It didn't matter what people thought of her. The strange woman who moved into the woods to live alone, never married or had kids, never had an interest in dating…

He grunted as he began to plunge in harder. He was feeling it. Just like any man would. His release, whatever that might look like for a ghost, was coming. She lifted her hips against his thrusts as he wound his lips around her slowly. The faster he moved his hips and worked into her the louder her mattress squeaked under her.

She gasped as he ground into her, swiveling his hips and groaning into her mouth, "Right there…" She panted.

If he kept his pelvis against her clit she'd come, "Don't stop. Just like that…"

So he rocked against her like she wanted, pelvis pasted to her clit as he tucked in deeper and filled her insides with his sturdy mass. She felt his hand move down, fingers wrapping around the back of her neck as she ran her tongue against his.

With their bodies glued together, Harry's big cock stuffing her and his hips down against hers she began to shake. He flexed his glutes and thighs as he continued sliding into her, raking against her walls, patting against her softly when her metal headboard started to hit her wall with every other plunge.

Harry stopped abruptly but Y/n draped a leg over his low back and pressed her hands into his bum, "Keep going. I'm gonna come…"

Shifting against her he prodded into her guts that time, making her hiss as he dragged his lips down to her neck.

"Oh fuck…" she moaned into the dark room as he plowed into her tummy, sucking on her delicate skin between panted breaths.

She loved how it felt to have him curled around her like that, arm holding her close, hips pressed against hers as his thighs pushed against the underside of her own. She loved how he did it so tenderly but so needy.

Because it'd been a long long time since he'd had sex. The poor guy had been moping in the shadows for so long, he deserved a warm pussy to enjoy. He deserved her.

When she started to come her lips parted and she sobbed his name. She also hadn't had sex in a long time. Not with another person anyway. And Harry was just as much a man (more so even) than what she'd had in the past. He grunted against her neck as she arched into him, her pussy clenching and sucking him in as she released around him.

He whimpered and then moaned loudly and suddenly he pulled his arm from under her back and took both hands to hold her hips down as he pounded into her, the frame of her bed slapping into the wall and creaking loudly as he came. His big cock was pushing into her depth, bulbous head dragging into her guts as he orgasmed. He gasped and panted as he rutted in and then stilled his hips as he bottomed out inside of her.

She rather enjoyed the way he manhandled her at the end. Holding her down so he could fuck into her to finish himself off like that. The gruff noises he was making and the pinch of pain she felt from having something so hard and so big drill into her tummy was actually quite pleasant. Satisfying.

And just as if he were alive and needed oxygen in his lungs, his chest was heaving as he looked down at he, letting go of her hips, pulling her up into his arms, and dragging her into his lap.

"Are you okay?" He asked her as he kissed her cheek and placed his palm on the back of her head.

She wrapped her arms around his torso, "I'm so good. That was so good, Harry."

He looked at her, holding her face in his hands, "It was?"

Nodding she ran her fingers up his back, "The best."

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Y/n would have loved to tell everyone about her boyfriend. About how happy she was and how amazingly well they got along. But she couldn't. Because if she did some of the more nosy ones (her mom for example) would want to meet him. Would want to invite him over for a family dinner so everyone could meet him.

And when she'd have to tell her mom that he wouldn't be joining them for dinner she'd be convinced that he was a lowlife. A deadbeat. Which was the furthest thing from the truth.

No. He's not a flake. He's a ghost.

So, she just told everyone she was happiest single. That men were garbage anyway (that was true).

She was happy. And so was Harry.

"I feel like this is what I was supposed to do. Meet you in the afterlife. Well, my afterlife. So our timelines would fit together."

Y/n grinned and dropped a mushroom into her basket, "I think so too. We were meant to meet, weren't we?"

Harry smiled and looked up at the sun poking through the canopy of the trees above, "It's all I ever wanted."

Y/n took his hand and looked up at the trees with him. Most of them had lost their leaves as the weather was turning chillier. This was the time of year, Harry said, that his favorite mushrooms were out. Chicken of the woods and oyster. She was going to saute them with butter and eat with the pot of lentil soup she had started before they went out to forage.

Squeezing his hand and leaning into his arm she turned her gaze from the trees to her handsome ghost, "It's all I ever wanted too."

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[cheri-2047]

I saw that your request are open

Possibly could you write Luka and an S/O headcannons?? Like the s/o or crush is a very bright person, who only looks into the bright side. ((Maybe also somewhat popular?? With a great voice etc?)

Take your time!! I love your work!!

Im the number one Luka lover!!! OFC ID WRITE THIS!! CHARACTERS: Luka, Mentions of Hyunwoo, Hyuna

Luka x Bubbly Reader Headcanons

Luka was...amused. Not in a bad way, but also not in a good way. He found it strange how a human in Anakt Garden was able to harbor such emotions, such cheerfulness as if they werent all destined to die.

He often watched from afar, spacing out while playing with Hyuna and Hyunwoo, just watching you.

As a kid, he never talked to you, but by accident you ended uo getting the feeling that he hated you. It wasnt until one day, you saw his owner Heperu throwing away his food tray in front of everyone else.

You watched as he stayed silent, being obedient, looking down at his lap. Once his owner left, he stood up and on his way to leave the cafeteria, you could tell he was extremely hungry. After all, he was the most starved out of everyone in Anakt Garden.

You run up to him, immediately pulling him down on the seat in front of you, and moving your tray to the middle of both of you.

"...?" he looks confused. He stares at it, wondering if you were gonna eat it in front of him just to rub salt in the wound, when in reality you were trying to feed him. You give him chopsticks and he eats very little portions (until you force him more).

He mutters a soft thank you, his hands fiddling with his sleeves, unsure how to show gratitude. He leaves the cafeteria.

That afternoon, he learns from hyuna how to make a flower crown. He leaves it on your music piece as a form of gratitude and the rest is history.

Now, both of you had grown very close. Because of your beauty and talent, you were spared from Alien Stage. Instead, the Aliens made you a popular model. Luka watched from the sidelines as you continued to (as he thinks) "Live your life."

Heperu allows Luka to hang out with you often, mostly because your owner says "y/n cant live without him!" And cause he gets paid, but that causes you two to develop...something special.

Yes, there are times youre too much and he's too little, but in the end, he's grown to become attracted to your bubbly attitude. He's grown to appreciate the hugs he used to hate so so much, to like how you'd often fall asleep due to your own exhaustion, etc.

He learns about affection, how to love, what love is, and how to treat you well (fun fact: he canonically did this for hyuna to understand what love is)

One day, he doesnt exactly....confess? He just starts saying "Oh Y/n? Ah yeah I know them, theyre mine arent they?" and when you ask him about it, thats when he admits his feelings. He just says it in a very odd way.

"Y/N. I have grown to have feelings for you. Im yours." And thats all he says. Its not romantic, but he never tells anyone "Im yours." Due to his past, he got used to say "Youre mine. Youre mine only." and him offering himself to you was a big step.

You two become lovers and because of this, the Aliens spare both of you. They let you two live a happy life, only under the condition that you two continue to pursue your careers.

A/N: THATS IT. idk what to write anymore but!!! im the number one luka lover trust. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!

[deathofacupid]

dude (blurb) | jake peralta

summary: "dude" but romantically.

warnings: none.

pairing: fem!reader x jake peralta (friends to lovers)

word count: 0.8k+ words

"okay, but i'm serious! you have to try it, it's literally amazing."

"i was gonna take your word for it, but i remembered it's you... so, no."

"dude," he whined, a soft smile adorning his lips.

"dude," you say back, same tone.

"fine, fine, what if i make you one? that's, like, no work required. y'know minus chewing."

"jacob jeffrey peralta, i am not, not even on my deathbed, trying pickles with ice cream. that's just a new level of gross."

"but charles approved it!"

"why on earth would that affect whether or not i try it?"

"y'know, i have no clue. i'm getting desperate."

"i can see that."

"dudeeee," he kicks his feet on the floor as he's sitting next to you on the couch. die hard is playing on the tv in his apartment, but the two of you have seen it so many times, you practically have it memorized by heart.

and why would you ever watch die hard when jake's sitting right there?

between you and yourself, you know which you'd rather watch. okay, "watch" sounded creepy.

you're laying on his lap as he's looking down at you, pouting.

you roll your eyes, but it's all fun. "dudeeee."

truth be told, you're sure you can handle the odd food combo, but teasing him and drawing this out is so much more fun. god, you really are in love with him.

"pretty, pretty, please? with- with, like, seven cherries on top?"

"just seven?" you pretend to be offended.

"i'm a brokie, the best i can do is eight." jake runs a hand through your hair, it's so comforting.

you sigh, "all right."

"to the cherries or the pream?"

"the- the what now?"

"pickles. ice cream. pickles and ice cream. pream? yeah, you know what, that's... that's not it. doesn't roll of the tongue great."

"oh, yeah. that, and it sounds like an std."

"good point. i'm gonna assume you meant the... cream... pi... creampi-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there."

he nods quickly. "right. what about cream-"

"not if it starts with 'cream', dude."

"icickles?"

"n-"

"piccream!"

"if i try your 'dish'," you air quote, "will you stop trying to come up with names."

"maybe."

you give him a look, and he amends, "yes. maybe. i pledge to do my best." jake salutes you, then pokes your check. you scowl, swatting him away and sitting up.

"lead me to your kitchen."

"sure. it's five steps that-a-way," he says, pointing to the kitchen that is quite exactly five steps away. like a true gentleman, jake scoops you - through which you protest ("dude!") - and then (after six steps, actually [wow, his apartment is slightly bigger than hypothesized]) sets you on the counter.

"i feel like you should know that i'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"but why would you when i'm here?"

"dude."

"dude," he replies, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer.

"how are you even supposed to eat this? like... spread it? o-or dip?"

jake grabs a spoon and scoops some ice cream onto it. "watch, young jedi."

"i don't-"

"shh, i'm yoda-ing." he spreads it on the pickle and shoves it in your face. slowly, you sniff it. it doesn't smell... like anything bad, really.

it doesn't look great though. "is it too late to go back?"

"yes." after a second, he groans, "gah, i'll go first." he takes a bite, and you make a face.

"mmm... you shouf knodis is-"

"jake, swallow."

he grins and you furrow your brows. "what- oh. oh! jake!" your cheeks heat up so quickly, for a number of reason. because, yeah, obviously the second one sounds better.

also, of course that's what he instantly goes to.

"oh, my god. are you twelve or thirty-three? because i honestly can't tell."

"dude, i'm well-versed. you wouldn't understand."

"i'm... twenty-five. wo-wouldn't i-?"

"schematics."

"yeah, okay, bud."

"dude," he corrects.

"right," you murmur, "dude."

you don't really realize how he's leaning in, the way if you do too, your lips would touch. you falter, and you can feel warm breath minglingwith yours.

jake cups your cheek and you lean into it. you aren't sure what's about to happen, though it should be obvious. but with jake, you're nervous, afraid that this isn't really happening.

you have no clue what he's done with the pickle, and you have no clue why that's what's on your mind right now.

he squeezes your waist gently, a way of asking for permission. you nod, and at first, it's just a brush. just a brush of his lips against yours, feeling for some type of sense that this is happening. that it's reality.

you press back against him, your hand on top of his, the one on your face. your other hand blindly feels for his hair, tugging against his soft, brown curls.

when you pull away, you're breathing hard. not because of the kiss, because it wasn't aggressive or any longer than twenty seconds, but because of the adrenaline of it all.

"dude," he breathes, and you giggle.

"y'taste like pickles. and ice cream. it's actually not that bad," you admit. "at least not on you."

"dude," jake repeats, dumb-founded at what just happened.

you peck him again, right on the lips, "dude."

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite 08

Another early chapter to celebrate my birthday 🥳 i am now a 25 year old child 👧 please enjoy and let me know what you think 💕

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, Hard dom! Chan, suggestive, kissing, dirty thoughts, cursing, fluff, mild dissociation, traditional gender roles, crying (as usual)

WC: 4.1k

MDNI 18+

Hyunjin could, in fact, carry you up two flights of stairs. Now you know better than to doubt his physical prowess. It seemed almost effortless to him to make the trek up with you on his back. The whole time he had you hoisted up you were able to see the muscles in his arms rippling. 

It honestly made you see him in a different light. You had thought he was an attractive man- of course you did- but knowing how strong he was… It made you want to ravish him. See what other muscles he has hidden from you. 

Good thing you were behind him or he would be able to see the gears turning in your mind and the flush in your cheeks. 

He took you right to the closed door of your room. It was concealing whatever your ‘surprise’ was. Hyunjin gently set you down on your shaky legs, grabbing your hand once your feet touched the floor. He lifted your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss to your palm, then leaning in close as if he was going to kiss you. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, anticipating his next move. Instead he only kissed your cheek and whispered smugly, “Don't ever doubt me again, Baby.”

You had a look of ‘wtf’ on your face but he just ignored it, choosing to turn on his heels and head back down the steps. 

Before he went down he turned to you one last time. 

“Oh, the surprise is from Min.” With that he gave you a wink and descended the steps. 

From Minho? That felt slightly odd to you. You had gotten a feeling the beta didn’t care for you much, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe it just took him a minute to warm up to someone. Either way you weren't going to dwell on it, he had gotten you a surprise after all. 

Opening the door to your room you saw many bags sitting on your bed. Not just any bags, they were bags from Euns shop! Walking into your room and closer to the bags you noticed that there were many more than the 5 bags you had before your.. Mishap. There now appeared to be at least 10 bags. 

‘Did Minho get me more clothes?’ You wondered, suddenly overcome with gratitude. While you loved wearing your alphas clothes it would be nice to have some of your own, especially after Chan had literally destroyed your original outfit. You looked through the items left for you, and half of them you definitely didn't pick, but you loved each thing he had grabbed for you. You had been so worried when you were shopping that you would spend too much money, that you didn’t get all the things you had wanted. Looks like Minho paid you great attention though because he had picked things you had desperately wanted. So many pretty dresses and sets. And lingerie? 

Looking at the matching bra and panty sets you just knew there was a dark red blush on your cheeks. What was new though. There were also a few strappy numbers you would usually be way too shy to buy for yourself. It made you remember that you were expected to be shared amongst the pack. 

‘Did Minho want to see me in these racy outfits?’ You might actually have a heart attack at the thought. 

After looking through each bag you sped yourself down the stairs to find Minho. You went down to the second floor where you remembered his room being, finding the door open and him not there. 

You did take a moment to peer inside, though. His room was decorated in deep purples, and had a thick shag rug that almost surrounded the entire room. The space felt very mature and had a lingering scent of the beta. 

Your eyes were starting to close at the intense smell of him, a musky spice that was almost intoxicating. You snapped yourself out of it before you fell too deep into a subspace. No time for that you were on a mission! Next stop was the kitchen. 

You barreled down the next flight of steps, almost tumbling a few times due to your still weak legs, and onto the main floor. You could hear a few soft voices coming from the living room but none sounded like the man you were after. There was a smell of something cooking coming from the kitchen, and when you stepped into the large room there was Minho. He was there stirring some vegetables on the stove. 

He seemed to have heard you enter but before he could greet you, you launched yourself at him pulling him into a hug and smothering your face against his shirt. He seemed stunned for a moment- putting his hands in the air like he was afraid to touch you. It took him a second before he felt himself relax in your hold. 

“Fank you fo the clofes” Your words were almost incoherent against him but he managed to understand. With one hand he patted your head while the other leaned past you and continued stirring the food he was preparing. 

“You needed them. It’s no big deal.” He responded evenly, as if his heart wasn’t beating wildly. 

You pulled back from him with those signature tears “No big deal? Of course it is! You went out of your way for me! And got me even more! I am so grateful to you Minho! I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness.” 

He gave you a small smirk, “You know how you can thank me?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes, shaking your head no. 

“Wipe those pretty tears off your face.” He responded with a small pat to your cheek before turning his attention back to the food. 

You sniffled one more time before nodding and using your palms to wipe your face. It was then that your omega brain noticed he was cooking. That was your job! 

“What are you doing?” You demanded. “I’m supposed to be cooking for you!” You then tried to shove him out of the way but he wasn’t budging. He was surprisingly sturdy. All he did was laugh in response. 

Your lips curled into a pout and you crossed your arms angrily, giving him your best evil eye. It did not phase him at all, instead he just laughed again shaking his head and continuing to cook. You wouldn’t give in though! If the glare wouldn’t work you would try being sweet. 

Unfolding your arms you clasped your hands out in front of you and gave him your best puppy dog pout. 

“Please Min.” You stepped closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. “It makes me feel useless if I can’t provide something for you guys.” 

Minho felt himself tense up when you touched him again. For some reason your touch was making him nervous. That is until he registered your words.He turned to you with a sternness on his face. 

“Don’t say that.” His voice was borderline harsh. You looked up at him shocked when you heard it. He continued a little softer after seeing your expression, “ You’re not useless, you provide enough” 

‘Or you're going to start soon enough.’ He thought to himself. 

“I like cooking, it's calming to me. If you really want we can split it up and I’ll let you make breakfasts and the occasional dinner.” 

Your eyes shined at the prospect of being allowed to contribute, nodding your head rapidly. You would take anything you could get. “Yes! Thank you Minho!” You hugged him again quickly before skipping out of the kitchen, happy with the agreement. 

The beta called out after you “Tell everyone 5 minutes til’ dinner!” 

“You got it!” 

Wandering back into the living room Felix and Jisung were still lazily strewn on the loveseat but now Changbin and Jeongin were also in there, the group playing Mario kart on the switch that was hooked up to the tv. You stood in the entryway for a moment watching them play. 

It brought back memories of you playing games with your siblings, back when things were simpler. It felt like they were, anyway. You had a pretty normal childhood all things considered. You had a good relationship with your siblings, you had friends, you were doing well in school- fuck, you were even planning on going to college to become a zoologist. You were happy. 

That all changed for you the second you turned 16, when you presented as an omega and had to forget about ever having a normal life. 

You must have been stuck pretty far in your own mind because you didn’t hear Changbin calling your name until he touched your arm in concern. 

“Huh?” You asked as you snapped out of it. 

The alpha had a look of worry etched on his face, “You’ve been standing there in a daze for a few minutes, Baby. Are you ok?” His rough hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into it comfortingly. 

You nodded, “Mmhmm. Sorry, just thinking.” Then you looked past him at everyone in the room, “Minho said dinner was about done.” As you said Changbins stomach let out a loud gurgle, causing the other boys present to burst into chuckles. 

Changbin released your face with a wide grin, “Why didn’t you say so!” Then he cupped his hands over his mouth to project into the entire house. 

“DINNER TIME EVERYONE!” 

You giggled at his antics and everyone made their way into the dining room to enjoy a meal together.

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Dinner was a quieter affair, it seems like everyone was still mellowed out since the joint nap you all took, the tiredness still present. That's not to say it wasn't full of jokes, that will never stop. By the time you had all eaten and cleaned up it was now quite dark outside, the light completely disappearing behind the mountains. 

Even though you slept away most of the day you could still feel the drowsiness behind your eyes. You were sitting in Chan's lap with your head resting against his chest while he joked with the other guys, the tv on in the background but no one was paying any attention to it. 

Your alpha had his hand on your thigh, rubbing slow circles into your warm skin. He could sense you slipping away every now and again, and had decided it was time to take you to bed. You had a big day tomorrow, anyways. 

“Are you ready for bed, omega?” He whispered against your hair, placing a kiss there. 

You gave him a slow nod, “Mmhmm.” He scooped you up into his arms and stood from where you were both seated on the recliner. 

“Say goodnight to the boys, baby.” 

You lightly lifted your hand and gave them a wave, “Goodnight boys.” 

“Goodnight, Baby!” They chorused, with Jisung adding in a little “I’ll miss you!” there at the end.

The tired giggle you let out almost made their hearts stop beating. It was so cute. “Miss you too Ji.”   

Chan carried you up the stairs and into his room where he set you gently in his bed. You immediately nuzzled yourself into his comforter. He spoke softly to you, “Before you fall asleep there's something we have to talk about, Baby.” 

There was a sudden inkling of anxiety in your stomach. Have you done something wrong? Were you being too much? What if he- You were brought out of your thoughts by Chan placing a chaste kiss on your mouth. 

“I can almost see your brain running a million miles an hour, nothing is wrong Omega.” You felt yourself relax at his reassurance. “I was actually going to check in with you, about how you are feeling about the pack. And about what we had discussed a few days ago.” His hands were back on your thighs,  the heat of his strong hands igniting something inside of you. “The other boys are quite fond of you, you know that baby?” He was staring deep into your eyes, smirking as if he could see how his hands were making you feel. 

“I-I like them too.” You stuttered. you kept your answer vague, scared if you revealed how they make you truly feel it would upset the Alpha. 

He hummed, his hands hiking up even higher-inching closer and closer to your core. He paused his movements, “ How much do you like them, my love? Do you like them enough to let them touch you like this?” 

You were apprehensive to answer him, so he pressed further. “You know, if you're worried I’d be mad or jealous, that’s not something you have to be concerned about. In fact, I would prefer it if you wanted them like they want you.” He smirked at the hitch in your breath. 

“And how do they want me, Alpha?”  The words were almost a whisper as they left you, your tone breathy. 

Chan let out a purr, “ They want you in all the ways I do.” His hands inched up ever closer but still not reaching. He leaned in close, his mouth almost on yours. 

“Will you let them have you? Will you be a good omega and please your pack?” 

The hesitancy was gone from you as you rapidly nodded at his questions, desperate for him. 

“Yes Alpha. They can have all of me. Whatever they want I will give to them.” 

“Good girl.” He praised, slotting his mouth over yours and finally letting his fingers find your core. The rough pads of his fingertips lightly rubbed over your (his) underwear, feeling the accumulating wetness that was making a dark spot. You let out a stuttering moan at his touch, hips instinctually raising to meet the touch. 

He hummed, grinning devilishly “ Does my sweet omega like that?” He pressed harder against your pussy, pushing the fabric between your folds. 

Nodding quickly you responded “Yes Alpha.” 

Chan then placed his lips back on yours, his hand pulling away and finding the band of the underwear. He hooked his thumbs under each side and slowly dragged the garment down your thighs, his tongue running along the inside of your lips begging for entrance. You gave it to him gladly. 

Once he had completely pulled the boxers from you he pulled his lips back slightly, still touching but not kissing. “You’re still too sore to take me, but I just have to reward my baby for being such a good girl.” His lips starting trailing wet kisses down your throat and continuing down your stomach where he lifted his shirt to reveal your breasts to him. 

You were squirming in at his touch, eager to feel his mouth on you where you needed him most. 

The alpha settled himself between your legs, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You were absolutely leaking. The crystalline liquid drips out of you causing the room to fill with the scent of you. 

“Who made you like this, Baby?” He asked in between sloppy kisses to your thighs. 

“Yo-you did, alpha.” You responded, panting in anticipation. 

“Hmmm just me?” His eyes found yours, as if challenging your words. “ Are you sure about that?”

You paused, trying to find an answer. “Umm..” 

He nipped at your soft thigh skin, leaving a red mark in his wake. “ You can be honest with me, omega. Have you thought about any of the other boys this way? Thought about any of them putting their mouths on your wet little pussy?” His tongue stuck out and he gave your clit a teasing lick. 

“Alpha please.” There was no way you could answer that. You were too mortified at the prospect. 

He growled at your avoidance “ Answer me, omega. You will get nothing if you don’t tell me what I want to hear. Do you think about them eating you like this?” He gave you another bite on the opposite side. 

“Yes!” You couldn’t take it anymore. Morals be damned. “Yes, Alpha I have. m’ sorry!” Hands gripping the sheets below you. 

At your honesty Chan licked a long strip starting at your hole up to your clit. The moan you let out was otherworldly, your hands finding his dark hair and yanking on the strands. 

You tasted divine. Like the sweetest nectar from the ripest fruits. Chan felt his eyes roll to the back of his head at the taste. 

“Please, alpha.” You begged, wanting- needing - to feel him again. At your pleads he dove into you, his tongue shoving its way into you looking for more of your sweetness. His lips found the little bundle of nerves and wrapped around it giving it a harsh suck. 

“FUCK!” You bucked your hips, shoving him further into your pussy. 

In retaliation he nipped at your clit and let out a deep growl, a glare in his eyes as they found yours. “Stay still or I will stop and leave you here with nothing. Do you understand me?” 

You let out a quiet “Mmhmm” and his fingers came up to replace his mouth, rubbing tight circles on you. 

“Tell me who you’ve thought about this with, baby?” 

Your own hands left his hair and covered your face in embarrassment. “I can’t. It’s too much.” 

Chans other hand that wasn't on your core reached up and roughly yanked your hands from your face, him now gripping the underside of your chin to turn your head to face him. Your eyes now locked on his as if he was seeing into your soul looking for answers. 

“You will tell me, omega.” He was using an alpha command on you, since you were bonded to him you couldn’t refuse no matter how much you wanted too. 

“Jisung.” You cried. “Was t-thinking about it earlier, Alpha.” More slick was leaking out of you at your admittance. This display of dominance shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. 

Chan gave you that predatory grin, pleased with your answer. “Sungie huh? How did 

I know it was gonna be him. Good omega.” 

He returned his mouth to you, this time with renewed vigor. His finger found its way inside of you, rubbing your walls with the calloused digit while his lips sucked you into the next dimension. 

You were squealing and moaning, unable to contain the animalistic sounds that escaped you. The knot in your stomach was starting to form, all you needed was one push and you would be a goner. As if he could sense it, Chan slipped another finger inside of you causing you to topple over the edge. 

You came with a long drawn out moan, Chan not letting up for even a second until your convulsions ceased. He wanted to drain you dry and that's what he had done. 

Once you stopped shaking and were finally able to catch your breath Chan pulled away from you-  his face soaked with your essence. “You taste so good, omega.” His fingers slipped out of you and he lifted them to your mouth. “Go on, taste yourself.” He urged. Your mouth opened wide enough for him to stick the digits in. Your tongue swirled around them, collecting the wetness. He couldn't help himself, he shoved his fingers further down your throat holding them there while you gagged around him. You didn’t fight him though, and just let him do whatever he pleased with you, like the good little doll you were. 

Chan pressed a sweet peck to your stomach before  removing his fingers from your mouth and crawling up to be face to face with you. When he was at eye level you grabbed him forcefully, connecting your lips with him and tasting more of your juices that lingered on his mouth. 

He was the first to pull away after a few seconds, nuzzling your noses together and just breathing each other in. 

“You did so good for me, baby. Thank you for being honest with me.” He was running his hands softly along your sides. 

“You’re welcome alpha.” You responded quietly. “You’re not mad are you?” 

He would have scoffed if you weren't so fragile right now. 

“No baby of course not. It makes me happy you want him like that.” 

Your shining eyes looked hopeful, “It does?” 

“Mmm yes baby. You are theirs just as you are mine. Soon you’ll come to see it that way too.” You nodded at his words, the exhaustion now taking over. “Let's get you tucked in. You have a big day tomorrow. We have a few things to do in town tomorrow.” You nodded once more and let him tuck you in under his blankets. He placed a delicate smooch on your lips then forehead, and you were out like a light. 

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Once you were asleep Chan sent a group text for a pack meeting out on the back patio. It was a warm night and he didn’t need you snooping in on this conversation if you were to wake up. He watched you slumber for a moment, taking in your peaceful features. He really did feel so lucky to have you. Everyday you proved yourself to be his dream girl. 

He gave it another moment then made his way down the steps and outside where the other members were waiting for him, lounging on the outside furniture.A few of them gave the elder sly smiles, they could all hear exactly what the alpha had just been doing with you. Chan just rolled his eyes and smirked at their looks. 

 Chan took a seat on the ottoman by the sliding door, “Alright, I was wondering if anyone had any more problems we need to work through.” He scanned everyone's faces, “ I know it hasn’t been the smoothest of sailing the last few days but I think from here on out it will be better for everyone.” There were nods of agreement at his words. 

Changbin was the first to speak, “How is she settling in? I hope we haven't been too.. Abrasive.”

Seungmin snorted, “That's rich coming from you.”

The alpha looked at him incredulously, “I am not that bad! Not as bad as your other fellow betas!” and pointed to Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin who all looked at him in disbelief at being called out. 

“Hey, that's not fair! We’re a sensitive bunch and she's a sensitive girl! She needs us!” Hyunjin protested, the other two nodding furiously in agreement. 

“Yeah she likes our kisses!” Jisung chimed in, then looked to Chan for confirmation. “Right hyung?”

“That’s another reason I wanted to call you all out here. Turns out she’s not as innocent as she lets on. She’s been having quite naughty thoughts about you boys.” Chan's smirk never left his face as he spoke. He watched each one of them have a reaction at his words. 

Jeongin sputtered out “Is-is that okay with you Chan?” He was nervous his leader would change his mind and now be mad about it. 

“Oh more than ok Innie.” Chan reassured him. “I have a feeling soon enough our little omega is going to be pretty insatiable and to be honest it would be a lot easier for me to have others to help take care of her needs. I mean, fuck, especially during her next heat it will be nice to have some help. My dick is still raw from that little minx.” 

There was a collective groan at the prospect. They would have given anything to be there for the first one. 

“While we’re talking about it there are a few things i want to discuss. As far as a claiming bite goes, it would be ok with me if you did bite her. Just not on the neck. And no cumming in her until we get her on some non-harmful birth control. I’d like to have time with her before we bring kids into the equation.”

They all nodded in understanding, agreeing with the alpha.

“Has she said who she's thought about, Channie?” Felix questioned with a dark flush on his face. 

Chan tosses his head back and forth as if pondering the question, before answering teasingly “I may have gotten one out of her.” The beta looked hopeful. “Buuuuut I think I’ll let you guys figure it out.” 

Felix pouted, crossing his arms. Minho was sat next to him and pinched his cheek, cooing at the younger beta. 

“Aww lixie don’t pout. You know it's probably you.” 

The red in Felixs’ cheeks darkened even more as he smacked Minhos hand away. 

“I think it’s me!” Changbin boasted 

“Nah, you should have seen her face after I carried her up the stairs earlier. Gotta be me.” Hyunjin said convincingly. 

 The boys just went back and forth, all trying to figure out who is the first one to catch your attention, not knowing it was literally all of them. 

It was pure entertainment for Chan and Minho as they watched the others bicker. 

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[mullermilkshake]

Part one - ->Part two

A huge gamble gets me all excited.

Satoru is bored, Suguru decides to join him. It all starts off with one bet, then snowballs out of control.

<- Masterlist

Frontman!Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Frontman!Suguru Geto (Squid game au) Request by @vampir-queen Font used for title Tags- MINORS DNI,fem!reader,no use of Y/N,Squid game AU,Mentions of Sukuna, Manipulation,Coercion,Betting,Gambling,Mentions of violence,Guns

“So, you wanna make bets this year?” Satoru watched through the glass down into the player room.

Suguru joined him, placing his arms behind his back watching the same view, only his expression was more impassive than Satoru’s. “Four hundred players… the odds are too low for anything entertaining. You can go join the VIP’s in their games, but I’d rather just watch how it plays out than putting money on one particular person.”

“I dunno, I reckon this year will be different. Sukuna’s already given me clearance to go in there myself. Though I’m pretty sure he agreed just to get rid of me.”

“He did?” Suguru’s head spun towards him in his periphery.

“Mhm. So, do you still want to keep the bets off the table?” Satoru was pretty pleased with himself, he took one glance at Suguru to gauge his mood.

He was smiling. “Alright then, let’s make one bet.”

“Great.” Satoru noticed a worker enter the room with the player uniform. “Name it.”

“Who wins? You, or me.”

“You’re coming in too?” He pulled the zip of his jumpsuit down, never caring that the worker had not left yet.

“Why not? I think it’ll prove to be entertaining. Let’s wait for this game to play out and sneak in afterwards. Sound fair?”

“Last one to the final round wins, huh?” 

The only advantage Satoru and Suguru had was knowing the games already. That being said, they had no information for what order they were going to be played which made it just as entertaining.

“No safety nets. No second chances.”

“You got a deal, let the best man win, right?”

Suguru took his hand and shook on it, Satoru was amused by the idea and stepped into the player's uniform with enthusiasm. The first game being red light, green light, as per usual like every other year, Satoru could play this game with his eyes closed going backwards.

Boring. 

But the other games were new, exciting and he prayed that they would at least make his heart race so he could get a sense of what the other players felt. Even only for a second, he wanted to gain a scrap of fear for his life just to feel alive.

Because Satoru was never scared. He’d never experienced anything close, his life wasn’t as in danger as someone might think. But where was the fun in that?

With four hundred players in the beginning, two hundred and twelve made it through the first game. Not bad, but the number could be lower. The next game would be a pinnacle turning point for the game if the vote was in favour of staying.

Satoru and Suguru slipped in when the others trudged back to the player room, unknowing of the additional two men following them. He first noticed the depressive atmosphere along the winding staircase, where he was excited, glowing in fact.

Sukuna had never let Satoru join in, not once, let alone two people from high lines of management. That didn’t go to say he had not been down here before, Satoru remembered his ownership of a triangle mask and the perks that came with it.

Though the possession of a square mask had more perks, enough to get him going with the amount of control and power he could abuse. Satoru was the type of man who, unlike Suguru, took pleasure in seeing people beg and squirm. He adored seeing the weak at his feet, screaming and praying to live.

The rules of the game were simple, though Satoru enjoyed killing people just because he could.

The square mask approached the bunk room surrounded by triangles. “The vote will now commence. Press the ‘O’ to stay, and the ‘X’ to leave. If you decide to leave now, the prize money will be equally distributed between the remaining players.” 

Each player went to vote and stand on the corresponding side, Satoru and Suguru stayed way back and awaited their numbers to be called.

Satoru rested his elbow against Suguru’s shoulder, talking in whispers. “Do you think they’ll vote to leave? Hope not.” 

“The scared have a way of jumping ship, but the amount is so low. I doubt it. I don’t think they’ll be a landslide, it’ll be pretty close.” 

“Ugh… this is so boring.” Satoru stretched his arms up and flexed his back, the waiting around made his eyes droop.

Suguru stifled a chuckle and watched the next player vote ‘O’. How can you be yawning already? We only just came in.” 

“Because they take ages decidin’. It’s a yes or no, it doesn’t take long-”

The Square masked man called Suguru’s number. “Player ninety please step forward and cast your vote.” 

“See you on the blue side, Satoru.”

He watched him stroll forward down the middle of the separated groups and pressed ‘O’ immediately. Then, Satoru’s number came up, ‘eighty nine’ , he had to stop himself from making a scene and grinning the entire way down. He watched the bright blue light shine in his face and collected the blue badge for his suit, wandering over to the side to stay.

“There’s more on this side than I thought, maybe this will be a landslide.” Satoru noticed the blue light go off again at the podium.

“Player forty two, please cast your vote.” 

Suguru slyly shook his head to avoid attention, “It’ll slow down now, I think the majority of the rest of the players will vote to leave… Take her for example.” He nodded over in the direction of the next player. A frail minded looking little thing. “I bet she’ll vote to leave.” 

“She’s cute. Want to bet on it?” Satoru watched you stand there, staring up at the giant money pig slowly blocking out more light the fuller it got.

“Easy. A million says she votes to leave.” 

“One mil says she stays.” Satoru kept his eyes on you, silently speaking a mantra to telepathically tell you to press the blue button again.

“Deal.” 

You looked down at the buttons, head flitting between the two in an undecided back and forth. Your hand hovered over the red ‘X’ and hesitated before taking one more look at the money.

“Come on… press the ‘O’.” 

“Please!” A man's voice echoed through the bunk room. “Please consider leaving! Nearly half of us just died, and you want to play again?!”

Everyone’s head moved to face him, number ‘one hundred and sixty four’. “We have to get home and leave this all behind, we’re already going home with money we didn't have in the first place, so let’s just call it a day, yeah?!”

No one seemed to acknowledge his words, you turned back and looked at the money pig one last time, counting on your fingers before pressing the blue button without further hesitation.

“Oof, you owe me one mil, Suguru.” 

After you received the blue badge, you turned and noticed how the man had stepped out of the red side in the aisle to face you. “I-I’m sorry, but this won’t even cover a quarter of my debt. My friend is ill and if she doesn’t get the medicine she needs, she’ll die.”

Suguru shrugged and remained indifferent. “Fair and square, I guess I misjudged her.”  

The man stomped towards you with a scowl across his face. “What happens to your friend if you die here, huh?! Then she’ll die anyway!”

You paid him no mind and kept your head down, making your way from the podium. Satoru watched you with curiosity, a friend was not family and by your words, you meant that you had purposefully put yourself in debt to help them. An odd sentiment, but that might be why he took a sudden interest.

“Hey! I’m talking to you-” A triangle pulled the trigger of the assault rifle and shot three rounds over the crowd, the man along with the majority of the player’s cowered in fear.

 The square mask stepped forward and moved his head to watch the crowd, including Satoru and Suguru who never moved or flinched. “May I remind you, this is a voting system. Any attempts to sway the vote in your favour will not be tolerated and will be met with consequences... Please, continue. Player thirty three, please cast your vote.” 

Satoru watched you study your badge and stand next to him once the other player’s had composed themselves, you included. He decided to break the ice, seeing as you were there all on your own.

So he nudged you with his elbow. “You did great voting how you wanted, don’t let assholes like that try and scare you.” 

You glanced up at him, your fingers still fiddling with the badge. “He’s just worried. I don’t blame him. But I can’t leave without more money, or the loan sharks will take more than just my kidneys.” 

“Player number nineteen, please step forward-” 

Satoru got in closer, interested in how the other half lived. “How much are you in deep for then?” 

You cleared your throat, embarrassingly turning away to avoid eye contact. “Twenty million Yen.” 

Twenty million... Being in the position Satoru was in, yeah it was a lot of money, but it was nothing crippling to him and he could pay it off in a heartbeat. A measly twenty mil wound you up in here with loan sharks after your body and here you were, calm and somewhat collected.

He bet deep down you were terrified.

“What about you?” 

“Hm?” 

“How much are you in debt?” You looked back at him with sad eyes, glassy and innocent.

“Player four, please step forward to cast your vote.” 

How much should he say? He had no idea. The same? No, it could look like he was suspicious, but it had to be something memorable so he didn’t forget. “Er, I’m about-” 

Suguru poked his head out with a warm smile and spoke for him. “He’s in it for thirty, I’m around the same. We like taking bets, so our need for money isn't as honourable as yours. We hope your friend makes a recovery after this.” 

“Yeah, well that’s if I make it out alive.” 

Satoru wanted to play around with you a little bit, really get inside your brain to see that fear complex. He was curious to see how you’d break, how you’d bend to adhere to the rules and cope with the drenched colour red that was already beginning to stain your uniform.

“I think you will, just stick with us and you’ll be fine.” As far as he was concerned, you were safe with him. For now.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Suguru’s smile was as sweet as ever. The charming bastard. “I think it’s a good idea to form an alliance for now until we know what the next few games are at least.”  

You nodded and smoothed your badge down, facing front and watching the rest of the players vote. It was a close call just as Suguru predicted. But the blue vote still won. 

The next game was on.

Satoru didn’t find out much about you that night before lights out, only that you were Suguru’s age and lived close by in the city.

He still hadn’t even gotten your name yet, you were elusive about it though he put it down to fear and lack of trust just yet.

But he’d earn that trust in the next game.

Satoru turned in his bed and saw that Suguru was laying awake in his bunk, staring up at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

“You okay man?”

He huffed and turned too, adjusting his pillow under his head. “How do these people sleep with that light on?” He was referring to the chorus of snores and whistles from the other players, suddenly dead to the world for the night.

“I dunno, blood and guts sorta takes it out of you I guess. Hey, what do you think about her then?” Satoru nodded in your direction just three beds down.

Suguru adjusted himself and leant on his elbow. “She might last, but her will seems strong.”

“Exactly what I thought.” Satoru got that tingle in his stomach. “I can’t wait to break her.”

He heard a soft chuckle from his friend before he turned over for the night, placing the pillow over his face. “Now get some sleep, I know what you’re like without your beauty sleep, Satoru.” 

The next morning, the regular music that Satoru loathed rang through the bunk room. Players climbed out of bed and transfer on towards the square masked man and the triangle shooters.

“The next game will begin shortly. Please line up.” 

Walking towards the game hall was solemn and quiet, though Satoru was ecstatic to finally be playing instead of spectating.

“See you on the flip side, huh man?”

Suguru nodded and shook his hand. “Remember our deal, I'll see you after this.” Then, he disappeared into the crowd as the large doors opened.

You stuck close to Satoru, your eyes darting about the pitch where red light, green light took place.

Ugh… so boring. 

Satoru hoped for a change of pace, something more… interactive.

Well, he did until the game was announced as every player filtered onto the pitch so that the doors could shut behind them.

“Welcome to the second game. The game will be played individually. The game is Bulldog. All players will line up in the marked area on the side of the playing field and you will all run from one side the the other and avoid the five bulldogs, there will be six rounds. Those who are captured or touched by the bulldogs will be eliminated.”

Five circled masks strolled out onto the pitch and stood out across it evenly before the voice over the speaker continued.

The game was on.

DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen, or anything from Squid game. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[rainynightmoonlight]

Dockside Romance || Yandere rich boy x Kayaker GN Reader

Characters: Malakai

Summary: You ended up getting stranded at his beach house's dock. He normally doesn't allow normals into his home... but he'll make an exception for you.

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, stalking

A/n: GO TOXIC RICH BOY GO! This is Ranee's Rival

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Yan Rich Boy who was visiting his dad's beach house for the summer. There was a harbor behind it and a small yacht he didn't really know how to use that was docked. The boat was his dad's, and he would use it for more laid back business meetings.

Yan Rich Boy who hates the fact that his dad made him come with him on this vacation. He was supposed to be with some side piece he picked up and showing them the wonders of his daddy's money. Not being here to make 'friends' with his dad's business partners' kids.

Yan Rich Boy who ends up sulking on the patio that overlooked the water where other boats are docked. He's so bitter about being here. He didn't even like the beach. The sun burns that damaged his skin, the sand that would just get into everything, the salty water, and not to mention the fish.

Yan Rich Boy who sees some kayaker out in the water. What were they doing out here? Don't they know it's dangerous? There are so many huge boats coming and going.

Yan Rich Boy who can't deny the kayaker is quite attractive. What catches him off guard though is the fact that they end up docking at his house. He rushes down there to see this person up close.

Yan Rich Boy who ends up helping you out of your kayak and also taking it out of the water for you. He doesn't know why, but he feels this need to help you. He offers you to stay with him for a while.

Yan Rich Boy who finds out that you keep capsizing due to the waves, you don't know the real reason, but you'd rather stay docked for a bit and let the waves calm down. He helps you dry off and can't help but marvel at your toned muscles. You must be so strong.

Yan Rich Boy who is hesitant to let you inside the house but ends up giving in when he hears your stomach growl. You had the cutest embarrassed expression on your face, did you know that? His father saw you being led inside by his son. He must have finally made a friend!

Yan Rich Boy who has his father watch the interaction between you too. He's amazed that his son is going out of his way to make you lunch. This has never happened before!

Yan Rich Boy who finds out so much about you from just one simple lunch. He feels kind of ashamed by the fact that he's staying with his dad. When you tell him you find it cute that he's so close with family, he can't help but swoon.

Yan Rich Boy who is disappointed when he has to wave you off when the sun sets. He watches you leave the harbor, but he swears he saw a large fishtail flick through the water. The last thing he expected was to be splashed by the same tail.

Yan Rich Boy who is embarrassed when questioned by his father. He didn't want to tell him about you. If he did then he was sure his father would force you to be his friend or something. He didn't want that.

Yan Rich Boy who sees you come by frequently in the harbor. He waves at you from the porch. His heart beats quicker when you wave back. But again there was that same fishtail that followed you. What exactly was he seeing.

Yan Rich Boy who finds it odd that he had befriended you so quickly over a couple of weeks of the summer. He often finds himself sitting on the dock, kicking and just waiting for you to come by. When you don't, he ends up being splashed. What exactly is going on?

Yan Rich Boy who is constantly pestered by his dad. His irritation is clear, but his dad can't help it. You're the first friend he ever made and went out of his way to want to see. How did his dad find your phone number?

Yan Rich Boy who messages you endlessly once he gets the courage to start a conversation with you. He couldn't help but imagine your shock and slight anxiety on your face when you got the message. He ended up profusely apologizing for his dad's behavior.

Yan Rich Boy who is elated when you invite him to go kayaking. His dad bought him one when he oh so happened to see you one time kayaking and talking to his son. He only assumed he was interested in the sport rather than the person riding the kayak.

Yan Rich Boy who has difficult following you with your speed and strength. He can't help but admire you, you must have been doing this for a long while. He feels like a burden with his slow pace but your reassurance and care to keep at a slow pace makes his heart almost burst out of his chest.

Yan Rich Boy who comes faced to face with a merman of all things after the kayak gets pushed upside down. Is this the thing that has been following you and splashing him? He can certainly see the jealousy in its eyes when it looks him up and down.

Yan Rich Boy who certainly doesn't believe that he has to compete with some over grown fish for your attention. It's quite obvious who you'd choose. Please tell him you would choose him over that overgrown fish.

Yan Rich Boy who will sit at the end of his dock and stare at the water, sometimes catching the mischievous glances of the overgrown fish that has deemed himself his rival. He's only interrupted by your graceful kayaking and sweet voice yelling at him for his attention.

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[angelic--kitty]

Would you like it if I say my favorite lady is yelan?

Also could I be 🫀anon

🎲 𝓵𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮! 🎲

dom!yelan x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, bondage, blindfolds, fingering, degradation, vibrator

dice rolling gone wrong (gone sexual???)

a/n: i'd say you're in luck. i, too, enjoy a little yelan as a treat. sorry it has been so long since i've written. i've been dealing with some unpleasant work related things these days, and it really got to me :< hopefully this makes you all smile, and it was fun to write ♡ and, the emoji is yours

"evens or odds, pretty girl?" yelan asks you smoothly, allowing you to hear the shake of the dice in her palms.

your mouth feels dry as you tremble. your wrists have been bound tightly behind you, blue ropes wrapped enticingly up your arms and back, keeping you kneeling at her feet. a vibrator has been nestled into you, controlled by yelan herself as you squirm.

"o-odds?" you murmur and she laughs.

"you don't sound very confident." you feel her tap your nose, blinking behind the blindfold over your eyes. "odds, huh?" she mumbles, rolling her dice across the table.

she's quiet for a moment, assessing her roll, listening to the quiet sounds of vibrations and your little whimpers. "looks like you're in luck. i rolled mostly odds." yelan tells you, pulling you up onto her lap.

she eases the vibrator out of you, grinning at your slick coating the material. "what a mess." she scoffs, tossing it aside to spread your cunt, revealing your swollen clit. "but such a pretty mess, all for me..."

she taps your clit just to see you jump before sliding two fingers inside of you. she adores the way you moan for her; broken little whimpers of her name mixed with 'please' and 'more.'

when she crooks them just so, you practically sob for her behind the blindfold, soaking the silk in your tears, unable to do anything but take it. you are her sweet little doll, right?

you're practically squeezing the life out of her fingers, clearly eager to cum from being edged at her feet for so long. "such a pathetic little pet, so desperate." she tuts, squeezing your face.

she drags your orgasm out, ensuring you're screaming for her and leaking enough slick to soak her clothes before pushing the fingers past your lips.

once she removes your blindfold, she gives you time to adjust and rest, uncharacteristically gentle for her typical nature. only for you, though. it was always for you.

and as you rest your chin on her shoulder, you're given the perfect view of the table, displaying the dice clearly, with most of them being even numbers after all...

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

oh bestie i cannot even begin to describe how badly i need johnny x popstar!yn 🫣 that’s that me espresso….

Johnny X Popstar!Y/N

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

An: Thank you for the request! Most of this is about the two getting to know eachother and their first date, so if you’d like to see how their relationship develops, feel free to drop a request! I actually got a few requests regarding popstar!Y/N, so expect a fic or two out soon! ;) anyways, thank you for sending in, and please keep them coming!

You know that clip of him with Beyoncé? Yeah. He is starstruck.

Of course, you met on the red carpet at some MTV award show. After watching you from afar, Johnny finally mustered up the guts to speak to you,

“Y’know where a guy can get a drink arround here?”

Looking down at the way he was already half stumbling, you smiled, “I think you had enough…”

Not wanting to make his nerves obvious, he played it all cool, “Trust me, doll; I know my limits-“ Raising a finger to conspiratorialy tap the side of his nose, Knoxville softly jabbed himself in the eye.

In a funny way, it was flattering; that you could reduce this cool, confident man to a fumbling teenage boy with a smile- maybe a little flirting.

After a silence, you tilted you head to one side discerningly, “So…Y’wanna autograph?” “Oh, uh- sure!” Johnny replied, taking any opportunity to prolong the time he could talk to you.

He wasn’t expecting you to actually grab his hand and write down your name.

And your number.

That wink you flashed him before you slipped off was the final blow. Arrow, meet heart.

For a week, Knoxville planned out the date he was gonna take you on- he even asked the guys for help since they had experience dating in Hollywood!

But they had nothing to contribute, seeing as they just partied with chicks and woke up in their beds, too whacked out of their gourds to remember half the shit…

This level of infatuation was entirely out of character for of him. But no matter how hard he tried, Johnny couldn’t talk any sense into himself

He settled on the farmer’s market- maybe getting out of the nestle and bustle might be a nice change of scenery!

Shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked around for you, Knoxville nearly dropped dead on his feet when he saw you waiting for him around the flower stand, your sundress flowing in the wind…

“Johnny!” Your face lit up when you caught his eye, scampering to his side and taking his arm, “Cmon, I hear they got some great strawberries down that way!”

For the next hour he trailed behind, looking so out of place next to you as he asked the odd question about some fruit you were looking at. Yeah, real slick there…

Leaning over your shoulder as you studied some heads of lettuce, Knoxville asked, “So, uh…you’re leavin’ on that tour pretty soon?” “Yeah!” You turned around, meeting his gaze, “How’d you know?”

Smiling sheepishly, he admitted, “Well, I saw a poster ‘round the corner there…”

Settling down in a nearby park for a picnic with your new produce, Johnny regaled you with all these wild partying stories, getting more into his element,

“So, we were at the Burgandy Room down on Cahuenga,” He regaled you, plucking a grape from the vine, “and Steve-O gets the bright idea’t start tossing empty bottles at the ceiling fan! And they are just-“

He catches something out of the corner of his eye: cellphone cameras. A few, actually: paparazzi. Great…

Muttering to himself, Knoxville pulled a strong, shielding arm around you all gentlemanly before leaning in, conspiratorially, “Hey. Y’wanna get going?”

Initially assuming he was tryn’a get fresh with you, it took him nodding over in the general direction of the crowd for you to put two and two together. “Oh! Yeah- that sounds like a good idea…”

So, hand in hand, you snuck away with all manner of hiding behind bushes and ducking down alleys! The childish, giddy giggling subsided when you caught a cab, finally shaking them off your trail.

“Oh my god! That was-“ It was everything you could’ve expected from a date with Johnny. Leaning back against the seat, you sighed, “I bet every magaizne’s gonna be talkin’ about this by tomorrow…”

Emboldened by your hi-jinx, he replied, “Well, let em’! In fact…” He leaned with a conspiring glint in his eye,

“What d’you think they’d say if they caught me backstage at one’a your shows?”

Your public images couldn’t be any more different- a wild, loose cannon stuntman dating a PG, pretty girl pop star? Your manager would rip your head off if they caught word of you two together.

So, in the privacy of that taxi, you concocted a plan together…

[rush-the-stars]

the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part iii: heat

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18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x afab!reader

wc: 1.5k smh

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader pretending to be an alpha, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood, biting, forced drinking (of water), one "atta girl", not beta read/reviewed at all

a/n: so sorry no smut this time...just wanted to show this snippet of "before" they find out reader is an omega. next time...certainly smut. if you enjoy this lil series let me know!!

part i: gone, gone -> part ii: locked out

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|| BEFORE THE TRUTH ||

Your traveling companions are an odd duo.

With you, it makes an even stranger trio.

But it's been awhile with them now, it's good to travel in numbers. Especially for you. And they're not horrible, usually.

The suns are hot, though—both high in the sky, searing the earth on Noman's Land. The brim of your hat doesn't do much to keep it out of your eyes or off your skin at this point. You're prickly with heat and sweat and discomfort. You want to stop for the day and rest, find some little hole-in-the-wall motel with a cold shower, a mint julep, and a bed for the night.

Wolfwood can smoke while you finish your drink and Vash can clean his guns. Then the three of you will retire for the night, hopefully with little spoken, and plenty cool darkness of night. You're dreaming of it, at this point.

Hell, anything but this.

"Keep up, kit." Wolfwood barks, pausing to turn and look at you. His stupidly huge cross at least casts a shadow that you drag yourself into.

"Shut up." You bite back instantly and Wolfwood's brows rise in surprise.

"Yeesh, take it easy." He replies, "just trying to get us out of the sun sooner—"

"Do you need water?" Vash asks you, offering the canteen to you. He shakes it a little, as if to entice you. The look in his eyes, blue as the open sky, is a little too soft.

Too soft on you for some yellow-bellied Beta who’s always turning and tucking tail. You don't know why he irritates you so much sometimes—Betas are usually the least offensive of the secondary sexes, and Vash tries very hard to be that, despite attracting all the attention in the world.

(You do know why he bothers you, you think. Some part of him remains—soft? Fragile? Loving? While you were not allowed to be any of these things, not as an Omega. So you twisted them, killed them, crushed them. To live in Noman's Land, to survive, you became something else entirely.

You feigned Alpha. You feigned strong and tough and mean because you learned at a young age that you couldn't afford to be anything but.)

You rip the canteen from his hands.

"Hey." Wolfwood barks, staking his cross in the sand and stalking back towards you, "watch the attitude."

Wolfwood and you clash greatly sometimes—he tries to pull this parental, domineering Alpha bullshit with you. And because he thinks you’re an Alpha, too—a younger and smaller one—he thinks your attitude is a challenge of power, as kits often attempt. He treats you as unruly, a child to be taught and corrected, an untrained puppy.

Little does he know it’s not because you’re an Alpha at all—it’s all Omega. All you.

You shove him away from you, because he gets too close to you.

Vash’s scent sharpens in distress—petrichor gone metallic. “There’s no need to fight!” He says, “Wolfwood just—leave them—it’s fine—“

"No, they've gotta learn some manners." Wolfwood replies, throwing back his shoulders and approaching you once more. You drop the canteen. You square up with him because you can tell by the look in his eyes—a simmering, dark flame—that he's not looking to scruff you gently.

And then it's like a dog fight. It sounds worse than it really is, with all the snarling and cursing. You wrestle with him as hard as you can, but Wolfwood's significantly taller and larger than you. Dust kicks up as you both go down into the earth, squabbling. Scrapping. Wolfwood rolls you onto your back, pins you rough and heavy with his frame. His hand grabs your jaw hard.

You kick and fuss desperately. Childishly.

You tip your chin down and sink your teeth into the meat of his hand.

He barks out a laugh. He bares down on you, making you wheeze and rip your teeth from his hand to desperately suck in air.

"You done?" Wolfwood asks, fingers digging into your cheek.

"Get off me." You snap, trying to buck and twist underneath him.

"Cool down." Wolfwood replies, firm and sharp. A command. Your chest heaves. You're too hot, too furious—

"Get off me!"

"Wolfwood—" Vash warns.

"Vicious little thing—never had anyone to teach you how to behave, huh?" Wolfwood says and it's not mean, surprisingly, it's low and heated. His eyes are like dark suns. Something inside of you shifts, squirms—being talked to like that. You're torn between keening and yelling. He continues, "Now settle down. Breathe. And then I'll let you up."

You huff hard, glaring up at him with all the vitriol you possess.

"Breathe." He commands. "Slowly."

You hiss, but try to suck in a longer breath. You glare at him still. He's hot—so heavy and warm on top of you and—you just want him off—

The next breath you suck in is a little longer, the exhale rough. But then you do it again. And again. And again. Until they're longer, more drawn out.

"There—" Wolfwood murmurs, fingers beginning to ease up on your jaw, "atta girl—deep breaths. Calm down."

When your breathing is in control, Wolfwood releases you. He climbs off you, sits next to you on the ground. "Spikey," he says, but Vash seems to already know what he wants. He hands Wolfwood the canteen of water.

"C'mere." Wolfwood says, "I'll give you water."

You reach for the canteen, but he holds it away from you. "Let me help you."

"I don't need help—!" Your voice snarls around the edges.

"I know you don't." Wolfwood agrees, "but I'd like to do it for you." He holds your gaze evenly, the flame in his now coal, warm and soft. "Consider it a peace offering."

To feed someone, or have them drink from your hands is—only Packs do that for each other. And usually, it's done for children or younger members. It's a little childish but it's a show of his care, too, maybe.

(If you were an Omega to him, it would be a mating ritual.)

Embarrassment sits high in your face, the tops of your ears, more sweltering heat you didn't think you could handle. It balloons beneath your skin. You just want water and to rest and you want Wolfwood to stop looking at you like that. And you want Vash to look away. Mostly, you just want water, you think.

(Does he consider you three a Pack?)

You just want water.

You want it (all) bad enough that you'll behave.

You inch towards Wolfwood. He meets you halfway. And then his hand comes down on the back of your neck, cups the curve of your skull in his big hand. You let him bring the canteen to your lips. You tip back into his capable hands, let the water run past your lips and fill your mouth. He's surprisingly careful with you now.

Your throat works.

He makes a soft noise. Gentle, almost a coo. He's pleased.

Something inside of you burns and glows, as hot as the suns.

When you're finished, he lets you up easily. He stands, then pulls you up, too.

"Feel better?" He asks.

"No." You grouse, brushing the dirt from your slacks. "I want to rest. I don't want to keep traveling for the day. I want a cold shower."

Wolfwood raises his brows, then looks to Vash, whose got the smallest of grins growing in the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all?"

"I want a drink, too. And a meal."

Vash laughs at that and Wolfwood finally cracks a smile.

"Was that so hard to say, you brat?" He asks, moving to throw his arm around your shoulders. He tucks you underneath him. Ruffles your hair until you squawk at him. He releases you, and you lurch towards Vash, stumbling into him.

He catches you easily—so easily, and then tucks you behind him, away from Wolfwood's tormenting. A physical barrier between you. Your hand curls into the red fabric of his coat, clinging, as you peer around him at Wolfwood.

"Then let's find somewhere to rest." Vash agrees, "I could use a cold shower, too."

"I could use a drink." Wolfwood agrees, scrubbing at his stubble.

"I call showering first." You chirp as Vash turns, and you finally let go of him and ease ahead of him. He follows in your footsteps, Wolfwood shortly behind him.

"Gonna throw a tantrum again if you don't get your way?" Wolfwood drawls.

You look over your shoulder at him and stick your tongue out.

"Don't push it." He warns, but his tone is easier.

When you catch Vash's eyes, he's—open. Soft. Impossibly fond. And the irritation you originally felt from that look melts away. Slips from you before you can hold onto it, before you can brandish it like a shield. Before it becomes a weapon.

You tuck your teeth into your lip, swipe your tongue over it.

You think you can still taste the salt of Wolfwood's skin. Can feel him still, on top of you, suffocating and strong. His hands around your jaw. Him, him, him. The look in Vash's eyes, or his lopsided smile.

(Are you a Pack?)

The suns sing, heat whining.

But you wander towards the nearest town with your odd duo, let them follow in your footsteps and in your wake—

With you, making an even stranger trio.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hiii if your requests are open, may I request Alice Cullen with a gothic s/o? I understand if you can’t and if your requests aren’t open!! Have a good day/night!!!

Alice Cullen x Goth s/o

Pairing: Alice Cullen x gn!reader.

Warnings: Not beta or proofread. Use of Y/n. Mentions of makeup.

Format: Headcanons.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Hi, sweetheart! Thank you for the request! You’re so sweet to worry but so you’re not worrying in the future, it will always say in my bio if requests are open or not :) I’ve tried my best with this but I’m not particularly gothic myself so I hope I did the community some justice. I also wasn’t sure what gender you wanted for this, my default is usually fem! but when I checked your account I decided to try for gn! instead, hopefully that’s alright? I hope you have a good day/night too!!!

Inspired heavily by this piece of art by @moonstruckme, the only goth!reader thing I’ve ever read. I hope she doesn’t mind! :)

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• Alice likes when things are a little different, a little odd to typical standards. So when her coven moves back to Forks and she’s enrolled back into high school and she sees you, she’s a little bit smitten.

• Her visions hadn’t ever glimpsed you, not even when she purposely tried to focus on Forks and anything it had to throw at them, not even when Bella and Edward frolicked through them.

• She didn’t approach you because of it. Surely, if you were actually meant to be in their lives — her life — you’d have made a reoccurring appearance in her prophetic sight, right?

• But you didn’t. And she still couldn’t stop thinking about you.

• You were so different from her, with your dark makeup and thick boots. Where you liked to linger in the darker, more abandoned corners of Forks, she liked the mall. Where you carried around a weathered copy of gothic literature, she browsed fashion magazines — old and new alike. Where you enjoyed older horror movies, she liked the newer, sweeter films.

Yet she wanted to know you either way.

• But as Edward liked to remind her, you couldn’t be brought into their world. Especially when she hasn’t had any visions foretelling your involvement with them.

• That doesn’t mean she couldn’t pine though, and if she drove Edward mad in the process, good.

• When Bella came along, Alice felt as jealous as she did excited. Finally, Edward would stop moping about being alone and something new would be thrown into their too consistent lives. On the other hand, a human would join them along the line and it wasn’t the human she wanted.

• Bella made odd friends with you. And with Edward and her finally together, Alice had a way in of sorts. She extended all invites she made to Bella to you, all trips to the mall had a bag of clothes she thought you’d have picked dropped off at your door. Laces and leathers and silks in that same black shade that you loved so much.

• Edward ignored her running thoughts of you, you, you as much as he could in turn for her not telling their family about every last thing him and Bella did together. Visions could be a bitch, and good blackmail material.

•You finally began to take notice of the lithe, pixie-like teen with her newfound attention. Smiling at her between classes, following Bella over to their table during lunch when you felt like it, getting her number from Bella to thank her for the pretty gifts — promising to pick up anything you thought she might like, purposely partnering up with her for a science project.

•And finally, finally, she’s struck with a vision.

• You, thick black trench coat and tall platform boots, stood beside her with a sharp-toothed, bloodied grin and an arm looped through hers. Maybe the dripping red would have been off-putting in another life but in this one, god in this one, it’s simultaneously the most attractive and most relieving thing she’s ever seen. Because no, she’s not damned to eternal hell, knowing she could’ve had you and never allowed to; always reaching, reaching, reaching, and never quite grasping — slipping between her fingers like silky water. And yes, you do become immortal, by her side for what’s hopefully eternities to come, never changing, never ageing, stuck in a live stasis.

• Your clothes are still the same, your face hasn’t changed. Your teeth are sharper, cutting through the air as you laugh so hard your head tilts back, but it’s good. A clear show of the vampirism bestowed upon you.

• When she comes to, Edward is glowering at her from across the room. Esme’s by her side, gripping her arm with a deep frown that only loosens when Alice grins.

“You can’t.” Edward scowls. “It’s wrong. You’ll damn them, you’ll ruin them. It’s not fair of you.”

Alice pursues her lips, grin tucked away for later, when she plans to take up your invite to visit the cemetery as the sky darkens. “You don’t get to make these decisions, Edward. It’s not fair of you to judge me for loving a human, especially when you love one too. They’re destined to join us, join me.”

“Your visions aren’t destiny,” He snarls. “They aren’t concise. They change with choices. Make your choice, Alice, don’t turn them into this.”

“Stop projecting!” She defends, shoulders taught. “I wouldn’t do it to them unless they agreed. It’s their choice, not mine and definitely not yours!”

Carlisle steps forward from where he lingered under the arch of the door, his golden eyes flitting between them cautiously, like he was ready for them to surge forward with venom dripping fangs. “Woah, woah,” He placates, hands raised with his palms facing the two of them. “What’s going on? There’s no turning of anyone happening.”

Edward looks at her like she’s the mind reader, and honestly, she does know what he’s thinking. Either you tell him or I do.

“Y/n.” She utters, almost sheepish. “They turn.”

Carlisle smiles. “Destined?” He asks.

Alice takes an unnecessary breath. “To me.” She confirms. Edward storms out, through to the looming woods and doesn’t come back ‘till morning.

• Alice pulled into the parking lot, the loose gravel crunching under the weight of the wheels.

There’s only a hint of day left in the sky, smattering a wave of deep orange through the blanketing dark and weaving through the lowest line of stars.

She listens out for any signs of you — a breath, a rhythmic beat of a heart, and beneath the chittering of a flock of birds, the buzz of a bees nest somewhere close, the low whistle of a light breeze and the hum of electricity from the nearby town, she hears you.

You’re on the far left corner of the building, waiting beside a caved wall with even breaths and she spots you through sharp eyes as she closes the car door behind her and makes her way over.

“Y/n.” She greets happily, voice as soft and whimsy as always.

You smile, nodding politely back. “Alice. Are you ready?”

“As ever.” She nods, grabbing your hand softly to pull you through the jagged wall, ducking under and out. You flinch at the ice of her touch, fingers twitching against hers before your attention is taken by her twinkling giggle, echoing through the emptiness of the hollow church.

She walks straight through the church like the moonlight was bright enough to light the way and you stumble behind her, trying your best to avoid smacking a limb against misplaced furniture. Alice pauses when she reaches the sanctuary, running a pale hand over a rotting podium, collecting dust and cobwebs on the tips of her fingers as she did.

“How many people do you think married in here, right where we’re standing?” She turns to you, too yellow eyes gleaming.

You stop before her. “Thousands,” You swallow, shrugging. “How many do you think stayed together until ‘death due them part’?”

Alice snorts, an ungraceful mannerisms in everyone but her it seems. “You’re a pessimist.” She concludes before answering. “Hundreds, I’d hope.”

“A realist,” You correct, grinning. “But I’d hope so, too.”

• Alice ponders on two questions that night after driving you home, both of your hair painted a silvery grey with cobwebs and dust and your smiles so wide she was sure your cheeks were sore.

What if you didn’t want to turn, her vision an ending to a tragedy? Edward’s words haunt her, planting thoughts of damning you to something much worse in any afterlife you might possibly have. If there was even a possibility that your turning was because she wasn’t cautious enough, too caught up in the fever dream of your eyeliner and your candour, then she doesn’t know she could forgive herself.

And the much sweeter: Did you ever want to marry? A portrayal of her physical stasis, a hint of the nineteen-year-old she really was.

• The answer to her worries comes a week later, when you’ve finally agreed to accompany her to the thrift stores lining the upcoming streets to the main mall.

It’s just you and her, the indirect invite through Bella no longer needed as a guise. You’re acting a grump as you follow behind her, looming like a stalking cat waiting to pounce and glaring at anyone taking a too long look. Alice catches the grin you try to smother as she wraps a black, lacy scarf around your neck and shimmies lightly with it, and decides you secretly like shopping with her.

Her hand brushes yours once, as she passes you the bags from previous buys, and she freezes, thrown into the dissociation of another possible future.

You know in the vision, that things you previously thought to only exist in novels exist in life too, proven by the way you bare your neck to her. Her contacts are out, irises bleeding into a deeper, inhuman golden and fake breaths no longer racking her chest.

Your eyes are hard, darkened with nerves and determined finality as she’s sure Jasper would say you felt, and she gazes back at you softly, like she understands. You nod even as your throat bobs with a gulp, your stuttering heartbeats ringing loud. The venom begins to pool in her mouth, glistening clear against her lips as she licks them, smelling pungent with a bleach-like tang.

She moves closer, her mouth just barely against your throat and stops short just there, waiting. Your hands find her hips, twitching and clenching. You heave an exhale like it’s your last — and really, she thinks, it’s not far off. “Okay,” You mutter, the words holding more weight on your tongue than you ever thought they could. “For forever.” You nod, squeezing her hips one last time.

Her fangs sink into you.

When she comes to, your voice still a fading comfort, you’re shaking her shoulder with wide, worried eyes. There’s a phantom feel of venom watering her tongue and a hint of that same thick smell that she gulps to feel clear of.

“Alice? Alice, are you alright?” You ask, watching her closely.

She hums. There’s a relief she didn’t know she needed loosing her chest and throat, clearing airways she didn’t need to use. You were afraid as you were about to turn — naturally, but you turn willingly and that’s about all that matters. You find out, you don’t run, you’re with her and she turns you and anything after and between that will be done with you together.

Alice grins. “I’m great!”

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I really hope you all enjoyed this! It’s my first attempt at writing for twilight, so I’m not sure how to feel. Likes, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated and very encouraging!!

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Chapter 15 Coming On 11/20/2024

Just A Little Something 😉

*One Week Later*

One of the vines on the opposing wall of your living room flicks the light switch on, bathing the room in artificial light. You pause, your hand frozen on Bean's back as you look over the living room and kitchen.

The apartment is spotless. There's no empty bottles of scotch or whiskey, no half smoked blunts in the ashtray on the coffee table, no empty pizza boxes stacked next to your couch, and no dirty clothes and socks strewn around the room. In fact, there aren't any clothes at all or shoes.

Everything that belongs to Ben that was once scattered over your small living room is gone, leaving the room almost uncomfortably bare.

Is he doing laundry?

You strain your ears to hear the tell tale sound of the sink or the shower in the bathroom, but don't hear anything.

Maybe he cleaned up because I was gone?

It seems a little out in left field, but you reason to yourself that Ben had tried to clean up while you were gone, just like he did when you got back from the hospital two weeks ago.

But as you walk down the small hallway towards your bedroom you notice that the hall closet when Ben keeps his other things is empty. Every article of clothing, every shoe, every sock, and the small box of personal items that Ben had never let you see into was gone.

Something inside your chest begins to crack, you're not sure what, but all you know is that it doesn't feel good. There's an odd foreboding feeling that sends alarm bells off in your head.

Did he leave?

The thought is like a punch in the gut and your chest tightens, making it difficult to breathe.

Why would he leave without telling me?

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and scroll through to find Ben's number. This time you don't hesitate to hit the call button.

Each time it rings you can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into something that you can't describe. You didn't understand why he left, and why, if he did leave, he didn't tell you.

Was it because I didn't pick up the phone when he called? Was it because he finally figured that I wasn't going to sleep with him and he decided to leave?

Ben doesn't answer the phone, but this time you leave him a voicemail.

"Hey Ben, it's me. I just got back to the apartment and all your stuff is gone, which means either we got robbed or you got kidnapped by your evil brother." You laugh awkwardly. "But I'm back in town so you should call me and let me know if your stuff should be here or whatever-um-" You clear your throat trying to keep your voice from shaking a little. "Just call me back okay?"

A/N: Hey guys! I know I've been kinda awol all week, but honestly I am not feeling the greatest at the moment. Hopefully it'll pass, but I am really excited about this next chapter! 🥰

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Stuck in the Middle

Taiju Shiba x Reader x South Terano

A/N: I love both of these men, even tho I know I'm not to, but what can I say, I love me some big strong men (and big strong women but that is beside the pont)

Purple=Both

South=Green

Taiju=Blue

Pink=You

Warning: Smut, Threesome, Fluff, Arguing/Fighting(the guys do), Blood, Cuddles, Daddy kink, Pet names(princess, kitten, etc.), and Cursing

Living with 2 men who were really tall and strong was a bit difficult. South being 7 ft and Tajiu being 6,5 was kinda difficult and them being in different gangs made it a bit more of a problem because it was hard for them to get along half of the time.

You had meant South on the day you were doing a bit of grocery shopping with your mom and spotted him staring at a shelf of (Your favorite snack) and you were to scared to ask him to move because of his terrifying hight so you waited. When South finally moved out the way you smiled and immediately went to the shelf and tried to reach for them but unfortunately they were on the top shelf so you tried to stand on the bottom shelf to grab them and as you grabbed them, you slipped and was falling. You closed your eyes waiting for the impact of the ground only to feel a par of arms under you. You opened your eyes and see South staring down at you. You had immediately got up from him and bowed. "T-thank you!" , He continued to stare at you before smiling a bit, "no problem, I'm South or Minami Terano..", you were shocked a bit before blushing from the way he stood over you. You smiled back, "(Y-Y/N) (L/N)".

Now when you met Taiju it wasn't at all this peaceful. You were literally just minding your business and you turn the corner to see a group of guys on the ground and one getting the SHIT beat out of him by Taiju. You had froze up at the scene in front of you. "U-um...". He looks over and drops the guy he was holding. "Shit...Tch.". You look up at the man and he began to walk towards you and once he was near you, he stood over you. "What.", "N-nothing..", He continued to stare down at you before grabbing out his phone and handing it to you. "Huh?!", "Your number, give it to me", before typing your number into his phone, "I'm Taiju. You?", You bite your lip a bit not knowing if you should give him your name, "I'm (Y/n).."

Ever since those days they have just been following you around like 2 huge angry looking dogs protecting their toy, although half of the time they dont get along.

Today was odd, you woke up as usual to do your daily routine:

Get up

Shower and brush you teeth

Get dessed

Eat breakfast

Watch tv

Then wait a while till you had to go to work

But to was different, it was... Quite?

By now your show would have interrupted by the sound of 2 loud voices and banging on the door at the same time every day but it's wasn't. Which you were grateful for till seconds later, there it was, the sounds of yelling from 2 of the tallest men you ever met. As you got up and opened the door you were greeted by Taiju pushing South and South pulling Taiju's hair. "Oh my god! Can the 2 of you please try and get along!", You go inside leaving the door open. "Oh princess I'm sorry, this BASTURD just won't fuck off". "YOU PIECE OF SH-", "AHHHHH Shut up!! Is there any way you can actually get along?", they look at each other, "Tch." They look away from each other. "Hell no." South walks to the couch and sits down, legs open wide, man strading with his arms swing behind the sofa, as Taiju leans on the wall.

"Is there anything you both like that you can use to help you get along?"

That was the line that got you into this mess.

Sandwich between the 2 men on the couch with only your underwear on and them in only their boxers.

Taiju under you, laying on his back with you and South between his legs and his mouth pressed up against your breast with your nipple being played with by his tongue.

South right behide you grinding his dick against your ass with his hands on your hips.

"A-Ahh South! Taiju! H-hold on wait a min- Ahh! Stop i-it!~" You moaned out as Taiju grinded his fingers against your clothed clit with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Just relax" Taiju spoke before placing a large hand again your breast, "I can promise you it's gonna feel nice and good, we will try our best not to hurt you" He chuckles before kissing you and South begins kissing your shoulder.

"We're gonna take good care of you" South spoke up.

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

*meanwhile in the den* Phantom: ...all odd numbers have an "e" in them Rain: Phantom, it's 3am Phantom: ..... Phantom: t-h-r-e-e Swiss: f-i-v-e Phantom: s-e-v-e-n Swiss: o-n-e Dew: GO TO S-L-E-E-P BEFORE YOU GET B-E-A-T

[alive-thanos]

SUPER DEEP THANGYU ANALYSIS TRUST!! EP3 - EP5 ANALYZING [1/2]

EPISODE THREE first episode ok!! [actually ep 3],, namgyu has a very odd thing for skin-to-soin contact with thanos, he doesn't have a second thought when thanos touches his shoulder, though once thanos pulls away, he does stare at him for a few seconds (expectantly,), and then starts speaking to myunggi. he's analyzing and watches situations to see if anything goes further [when thanos first grabs myunggi, namgyu identifies it as thanos merely attempting to scare him and steps back, when thanos gets closer to myunggi attempting to intimdate him, there is no reaction from namgyu. Though he seems to recognize his connection with thanos to the point of knowing that he can verbally deescalate thanos + a little bit of 'friendly touch'] Namgyu appears mildly posessive/clingy towards Thanos, as when they leave, he ushers thanos to come with him [in the english dub, he addresses him directly]. Photo time! At around 15;10, onwards, Namgyu is standing a foot or two away from Thanos, but when people get closer to Thanos, his immediate reaction is to get closer [his expression changes when people start getting close to thanos, as he looks around], as they start flocking thanos, and namgyu goes a bit behind, his honest reaction is to be like 'hold on..!!' while jumping up and down [he jumps up and down when he either gets really nervous, or really happy ((ex, mingle))],, he uses it as a chance to get closer to thanos. he pushes out other people once thanos tells them to leave as well ['all right, lets go'], commanding them as if theres a chance they wouldnt leave [he wouldnt like if they didnt left.] i notice he doesnt smile in his photo, nervy little boy [or he cant smile without thanos, which is a possibility as all scenes of him smiling are with thanos.] , he also isnt the happiest when thanos pushes him out of the way for mina [he lets out a little '..what?' and his gaze follows thanos. He also Red light green light! The only game theyre not next to eachother. It's funny how they made an effort to make sure Namgyu looked annoyed at Thanos flirting with a girl [also, the 'i like YOU!!' and then cutting to namgyu is crazy.] him also being concerned about thanos shows how much he cares in a very odd way, as he doesnt show empathy for anyone else. EPISODE FOUR ,, not thanos scoping namgyu out and following him to harass myungi [i would too],, AND I NOTICE THIS. Thanos complains 'I LOST MONEY :(', and namgyu continues, but when he speaks, he goes. 'pay US back', which is fucking adorable holy shit?? thanos empathizes how he 'worked so hard for that!!' but he does care enough to also share with namgyu.. OHOH and whn myunggi beats thanos' ass, guess what the gayboy does.. runs to his side and goes 'GET OFF HIM!!', he does the same when inho. i mean youngil, is beating up thanos [yup, with him for the drugs. thats why he saved him even before knowing abt the drugs], also,, his dumbass stalkin thanos [[when he was in bed and peered over thanos]] OKAY!! game time. namgyu's jealous as looked so fucking pissed when thanos started talking to semi ,, and when strokin thanos didnt work he just became semi's number one hater. i deadass dont know why his clingyass bitchass gayass is so pissed that thanos is focusing on other people. throughout the intro of semi and minsu, he keeps tryna TOUCH THANOS!! he is. clingy towards thanos is a very, very odd manner. he just becomes so reliant o n him oh my god. leave thanos alone. idk theyre close in their own way. but during their pentathalon they are the only ones with their arms wrapped around eachother. he alwways flocks to thanos when he has a problem, [with semi, he looks towards him for like.

EP FIVE! namgyus psychotic i think abt that a lot idk whats wrong with him. also um, im like 100% sure thanos cant remember semis name and thats why he calls her 'senorita',, he assumes as theres 'minsu' and 'gyeongsu' that namgyu is 'namsu', and he just cant remember semis.. the lunch part is so silly.

namgyus ass is always starin. speaking of staring. not him starin at myunggis dick [[im fullyconvinced hes homosexual. NOT FOR MYUNGGI I HATE THAT SHIP. he just , liikes men.

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎧 ㅤONE PIECE

ONESHOTS!

believe in my weight / don't look backㅤ౨ৎㅤroronoa zoro, nsfw, 3.5k words

synopsis. in his own stubborn, odd, and easily mis–interpreted way, zoro cares for you— enough to force his way through the gates of hell to have the weight of your being to sober him up.

gratefulness (i'm sorry, can this be over now?)ㅤ౨ৎㅤmonkey d. luffy, angst,

installmentㅤ—ㅤone (12.9k words), two (wip)

synopsis. luffy loves you— you know this with how abundantly clear love is in every ministration of his outstretched hand and a grin— yet your traitorous heart demands more, even though you're in no place to give him your loyalty. you know this so you do not demand his love nor to be saved, even when met with a relentlessly stretched hand.

three legged deerㅤ౨ৎㅤtrafalgar d. water law, nsfw, 4.3k

synopsis. trafalgar law is uselessly sympathetic to a vampire without a sire— he suffers as he learns that a monster without a mother is an animal without a leash. injured or not, it has its fill.

all's fairㅤ౨ৎㅤroronoa zoro, smau, n/a

synopsis. you take to confessing to zoro via. an anonymous confessional cupid twitter account ran by someone in your college, only... what the hell are you confessing to?

burger? i hardly know her!ㅤ౨ৎㅤmonkey d. luffy, smau, n/a

synopsis. for months, luffy has been planning on asking out a worker at a restaurant he frequents. this would have worked, if only he didn't get distracted by the food every time he shows up and on the day his friend goes with him to make sure it happens— the server has quit?

the democratsㅤ౨ৎㅤmonkey d. luffy, smau, n/a

synopsis. a spelling lesson quickly spins out of hand.

MISCELLANEOUS TEXTS!

SOLO!

monkey d. luffyㅤ౨ৎㅤboyfriend(?) texts: oneㅤ/ㅤin–game guild leader texts: one, two

trafalgar d. water lawㅤ౨ৎㅤboyfriend texts: oneㅤ/ㅤsugar daddy texts: one, two, three

portgas d. aceㅤ౨ৎㅤboyfriend texts: one

MULTIPLE!

shared wardrobe, you take a shirt from your boyfriendㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ ace, luffy, zoro, crocodile, law

fake it 'til you make it, you ask for their help to make someone jealousㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ luffy, zoro, sanji, law, nami, ace

drunken blessings, they wake up hungover with a surprise text from a number they didn't have when the day startedㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ law, luffy, zoro, crocodile, ace

back in through the exit, first text from you since the proposed "break" from your relationshipㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ luffy, law, ace, corazon, eustass, shachi&penguin

waiting for your moment, op men plan to ask you out, it does not work outㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ luffy, zoro, sanji, usopp, law, crocodile, ace

strawhats groupchatㅤ౨ৎㅤone, two, three, four

cross guild groupchatㅤ౨ৎㅤone, two

DRABBLES/HEADCANONS!

zoro, sanji, ace, law & "casual" relationships

monster trio & kissing

ace & dog privileges

law, luffy & foreplay

luffy, zoro, law & afterglow

luffy & taking care of a drunk you

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎧 ㅤJUJUTSU KAISEN

ONESHOTS!

DOOMED series / SUBJECT: getō suguru's descent.ㅤ౨ৎㅤgetō suguru, smau

synopsis. understanding the anatomy of geto suguru's love and crimes (interchangeable)

DOOMED series / (wip) on filling a void with airㅤ౨ৎㅤfushiguro megumi, smau

synposis. after moving to a private school, your middle school boyfriend fushiguro megumi gets distant before disappearing altogether.

MISCELLANEOUS TEXTS!

SOLO!

itadori yūjiㅤ౨ৎㅤex–boyfriend texts: one, two, three

getō suguruㅤ౨ৎㅤboyfriend texts: oneㅤ/ㅤboyfriend instagram posts: one

nanami kentoㅤ౨ৎㅤwork/personal life balance: one

gojo satoruㅤ౨ৎㅤkpop idol texts: one

MULTIPLE!

play fling, asking jjk men to act as your s/oㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ yuji, satoru, suguru, megumi, kinji

love hangover, asking the jjk men to save you after a... one night stand?...ㅤ౨ৎㅤw/ satoru, suguru, kento, toji, hiromi, kinji, shiu, takuma

DRABBLES/HEADCANONS!

kento, hiromi, shiu & 'sir' kinks

satoru, suguru, shoko, nanami & older s/o's

nanami, shoko & thigh riding

ino & taking care of a drunk you

so smile the heavens upon this holy act, fushiguro toji & (m! receieving) oral