#only for the action to catch up w/ them after the fact or if you get flustered

[starlit-eudemonia]

I loved this.

Hand kisses with Touchstarved LIs

Let's hope you're not the actual Touchstarved Mc, because that would fuck shit up. This may be a little bit OOC, but I just felt like writing. Also I do not ever EVER write, so why did i do this????

The inside of your wrist

He's a wrist guy, he loves kissing the inside of your wrist. He keeps giving them all the time whether you're in a public setting or sharing an intimate moment. In public, usually, it's just a sweet peck on the inside of your wrist while gently intertwining your fingers. But when the two of you are alone he takes it a step further, sometimes even playfully nibbling on your sensitive skin. You always feel him smiling against your wrist while doing so.

The back of your hand

Though it may appear quite formal to others, it's his way of showing his admiration for you. He's very polite and follows a well-practiced routine for these hand kisses. It begins with a bow, his hand reaching for yours and lifting it to his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, silently asking for permission. Only then does he grant a tender kiss upon your hand. No matter how many times this ritual has been repeated, he's committed to doing it again and again.

Your knuckles

Knuckle kisser here, you can't change my mind. Even though he heals quickly after fights and his knuckles have no bruises, he still sees them kind of intimidating. So he just likes yours, because it's the same body part but still so gentle compared to his. He plants loving kisses on your knuckles and enjoys tracing his fingers along them, just feeling the texture of your soft skin. When you're alone this after-session can take several minutes.

Your palm

Beware of the dog. The dog will bite! Do not ever trust this man. Especially at night, he likes the sensation of your palms and fingers caressing his lovely face, occasionally leaning into your touch. You might believe your gestures are lulling him to sleep, but again do not trust him! Just as you lower your guard, he surprises you by biting on your palm. (His favorite spot is the Venus mount!) I'd like to say it's just a gentle bite, but it probably hurts like hell, so I hope you're into it!

The back of your fingers

I think they're someone who doesn't typically interlock their fingers with yours when you hold hands. Instead, they prefer to hold the tips of your fingers or just sweetly intertwine your pinkies. This works just fine, as they have the perfect angle to raise your fingers gently to their lips, planting a brief kiss upon them whenever you're on the move. Their touch is confident, but he is NOT. Don't expect this in front of others.

[amourane]

kick in the right direction

pairing: football player!seungcheol x mascot!reader

genre: fluff, university au

w/c: 0.9k

summary: seungcheol is the star football player in your university but he becomes a bumbling mess in front of you.

warnings: none, you do get hit by a ball though

a/n: i have decided to start writing fics for seventeen too because i just love them way way too much <3 also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3

Seungcheol doesn’t know what to say. He usually has an explanation for his actions. There doesn’t seem to be anything coming to his mind when he sees you on the ground. The problem with being the star player on the football team was the amount of trust his coach put on him. As well as the thought that they needed to win every game, that wasn’t a problem though because Choi Seungcheol was a beast when he was in game mode. His aim was the best on the whole team, he’d never missed a goal. 

Obviously today was an off day.

“You’re staring, Cheol.” Jeonghan gives him a hearty slap on the back. “You really like our school mascot don’t you?” All Seungcheol can do is nod, watching as Seungkwan helps you up.

He really wants to go over and say sorry for nearly knocking you out with his kick but he can’t. Not because he doesn’t want to but because he simply can’t. It’s stupid really. Choi Seungcheol, star player of the football team, can’t say two words when he’s faced with you. He’s tried speaking to you. Once after a game, not the best choice because he’d become so nervous he spilt his water bottle all over you. Even after you told him it was fine he was still stuttering his words. Another time he’d managed to catch you walking down the hallway. The moment you smiled and said ‘hi’ his mind blanked. No words could come out of his mouth and he stood there gaping like a goldfish.

Talking to girls was easy for Seungcheol. He could give them a smile and they’d be fawning all over him. You were different. There isn’t one time he’s had a full conversation with you with nothing embarrassing happening. He’d stumble over his words or nothing would come out of his mouth. The only thing that kept him from giving up was the fact you would grin every time he came up to you and he didn’t like giving up.

“Of course I like her!” Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair. “I just don't know what to do?”

“You could ask her out.”

“I can’t!” 

His friend arches an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "What do you mean you can't ask her out? Like you're scared, or you don't know how to, because those two are completely different things." Jeonghan's tone is gentle but probing, urging Seungcheol to confront the root of his hesitation.

“That’s not it. I’ve got everything planned out. I know what to say and I know where I want to bring her to. There’s a whole plan in my notebook, it’s coloured in and everything!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Seungcheol fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Whenever I go up to her to ask her out my throat closes and I can’t find the right words. Or when I try to even write my confession, my hand freezes and no letters can be written. It’s even worse because I manage to make a fool of myself whenever I’m in front of her!” He kicks the football away.

Jeonghan sighs, staring at Seungcheol as he aimed a perfect kick to the goal. The boy was completely enamoured by you. Practically the whole school knew about his crush on you. Everyone was just waiting for the day the both of you would come in hand in hand. 

//

“Y/n, oh my god! Are you okay?” Seungkwan was shaking you by your shoulders. You rub your head. That football was really hard. Who knew air could hurt you? “How many fingers am I holding up?” He waves three fingers around and your eyes struggle to adjust to his trembling hand.

“Calm down. I just got hit in the head, I don’t have a concussion or anything.” You just know there’s going to be a huge bump on your forehead tomorrow. “It’s partly Stuart’s fault.” You pat the dragon costume you had on. The fuzzy green body was heavy and the long swishy tail at the back was quite annoying to lug around.

"Why are you blaming our mascot? Stuart did nothing wrong," Seungkwan interjects, shooting a pointed glare at Seungcheol. "Star player my ass." He mutters under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

“Hey, don’t blame him. I’m sure it was an accident.” You give Seungcheol a little smile and an ‘okay’ sign to tell him everything was fine. 

“I can’t believe you like that dumbass, he can’t string two sentences together when he’s in front of you.” Seungkwan helps you up, handing you Stuart’s head. You dust off the dirt on your costume. 

What was there not to like about Choi Seungcheol? He was popular, athletic, smart and talented in everything. Not to mention he was the literal definition of eye candy. There hadn’t been many occasions where you two had met. He’d always stutter helplessly or his cheeks would resemble a fire truck, which was very endearing. It was quite funny seeing him stumble over his words whenever he tried to ask you out.

“Why don’t you just ask him out? You already know he likes you, not that he makes it the most obvious thing in the world.” 

“But isn't it just the cutest thing when he tries to ask me out but he’s a stuttering blushing mess?” You giggle when you catch sight of the pout Seungcheol has on his face. “I hope he asks me out soon though, I can’t wait to finally go on a date with him.” 

The smile you shoot at Seungcheol has him tripping over his feet, face planting into the ground. Suppressing your laughter behind your hand, you watch as he hurriedly picks himself up, only to see his teammates rolling on the floor with amusement.

“How long are you even willing to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

[38riku]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃

making the phantom bride final four feel things (it's my favorite event sue me)

warnings — suggestive? light flirting.

𝐀. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

"stop glaring or i'll mess it up."

as if to prove your point, his brows pinched further, causing you huff in irritation. "okay. what's wrong? you were psyched up like two seconds ago."

"yeah, well, that was two seconds ago and now is now." his rebuttal caused you to roll your eyes. 'boys' you thought as a viable excuse before trying yet again to straighten his eyeliner.

his eyes darted around the room where the others did similar things: riddle fixed his lapels, epel examined his bouquet, and rook practiced his lines, everyone was unaffected by the current circumstance.

not the rampaging bride that is going to doom a teenage boy to the eternal afterlife, no, the fact that you were straddling him in a small vanity chair.

why was such a compromising position seen so casually? now that he thinks about it, the two of you were rather touchy – piggyback rides, you holding his arms, hugs, etc. – still, this is really teetering the line of friendly affection.

"done!" beaming, you leaned back a bit, causing him to hold on to your waist a bit firmer to keep you upright. "riddle! you have a keen eye, is it straight or what?"

the house warden walked over to the two of you and ace was sure he'd call out how inappropriate this is, but he didn't. instead, he nodded and complimented you on your handiwork.

"no need to thank me." you snorted, getting up to go help the others.

riddle chuckled, patting his freshman on the shoulder as he spoke, "are you upset that they're casually intimate with you or are you upset they might act like that with someone else?"

"w-what?!" ace's cheeks flushed red.

"i may be romantically handicapped but i'm more perceptive to it than you think. i can only suggest to say something sooner than later."

he lowered his head, still blushing, diverting his gaze away from your swaying figure as his house warden's words sunk in.

damn. he did want it to mean something.

ace doesn't know which is more embarrassing: his crush on you or that riddle was the one to make him realize.

𝐑. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

"may i offer a suggestion?"

riddle hummed, meeting your eyes in the vanity mirror. "and what might that be? it's impossible to elevate perfection, you know."

ignoring his arrogant statement, you took a seat, propping his collar up and undoing his tie. "i think you'll stand out more it you tie it differently." you explained your actions, pausing momentarily until he nodded for you to continue.

he watched as you knotted and twirled the fabric, straightening it here and there, and you were done a minute later.

"a bow? it's rather ... cutesy."

"but you're cutesy."

riddle choked, coughing loudly and catching the attention of the other occupants of the room. as they began to walk towards him, he waved them off, effectively keeping them away from his flustered form.

"w-why would you–"

"the cuter you look, the less they'll take you seriously, and as one of the strongest mages left that's perfect for us to break their defenses."

of course, you meant it as a battle advantage – that is your area of expertise, after all.

"don't look so surprised." you joked, flattening out his collar and he hopes you can't feel the heated blush on his neck. "you were thinking the same thing too, right?"

"no, actually... i can't say that i was."

you tilted your head sideways, doubting his words but dropping the subject. "well, from now on don't look down on being cute, kay?"

standing from your seat, you left his vanity to tend to grimm, who, was arguing with ace about who knows what.

if he had half a mind he'd scold them both and cut off the small feline's magic, however, his mind was completely blank.

cute. you think he's cute.

riddle didn't take it as he usually would. for some off reason he felt giddy inside, wishing you meant it in a different ... more flirtatious manner. the poor boy has zero experience but wishing might work, right?

𝐑. 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

"you need to talk normally to us so they won't be suspicious. try again."

if rook wasn't used to a strict training regime he'd undoubtedly call you a harsh teacher, but, as a lover of all things beautiful and magnificent he tossed the thought aside.

"no can do mon cherie. her actions are horrendous and nowhere near beautiful." he signed, placing a hand over his wounded heart. "but you, darling, are as heroic and magnificent as ever."

he watched as you rolled your eyes, placing a hand on your hip as you began to reprimand him for his lack of seriousness.

although he heard the words coming from your mouth, he couldn't help but focus on everything else.

despite not being a contender in this entire ordeal you were still dressed beautifully. the color is ethereal on you, he must make note of the hue for later ... and whatever scent you adorned had his senses on ten.

don't you know never to where perfume when there's a hunter nearby?

"rook! are you even listening to–"

all too suddenly he had your hand in his, the other gripping your waist firmly to keep your surprised form upright.

"let me give it to you straight then. the unseen beauty of your compassion and tender heart outshines that of a world class model. not that you aren't attractive, no, no, quite the opposite."

"how greedy can you possibly be?"

deep. rich. clear. his voice was positively enthralling when he dropped that phony accent (it does have a charm of its own in your opinion)

"perfect!" you beamed, his grip on you loosening in surprise of his own. "i knew you could do it. she'll be knocked off her translucent feet i tell you!"

rook allowed you to walk away, scolding epel who wiped his makeup off for the ninth time deeming it unmanly.

he couldn't help but laugh. he broke character, purposely, but he did nevertheless, and don't think he didn't notice the flash of attraction in your eyes.

never let your guard down in front of a predator, mon cherie.

𝐄. 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑

"i swear on the seven you'll have more problems than a poof of blush if you keep testing my patience."

epel felt a chill run down his spine at your words but he stood his ground. he let you do the liner, tousle his hair all nice, and even spray a painfully potent cologne – but he draws the line at that pigmented puff of doom.

"i'm telling ya i'm not wearing that!" he argued back from the other side of the table. the two of you were playing chicken to the amusement of the others who were nearly done with their preparations.

"stop being a big baby!"

"i ain't no baby!"

he flinched back as you narrowed your eyes in a glare. for a moment, he felt sorry that grimm had to live with such a scary person.

"fine. don't wear the blush." you slid the compacted container to his side of the table, raising your hands in surrender.

"let me redo your hair then. it'll fit the look better, baby."

yeah. that's right, you better listen when he — wait, baby?

you pushed him down in the nearest chair, undoing the small ponytail you had before in favor of something else.

epel thought this earlier but your hands did feel amazing as you twirled and pinned his hair. he nearly fell asleep the first time but he knew better than to let down his guard.

"what do you think of this, baby?"

you were teasing him but jeez, why did it make his heart race?

"doesn't matter what i think." he huffed, and you laughed softly at the statement.

"well, i'm no ghost bride with unnaturally specific standards but you look good, baby." this time, you drawled out the pet name, winking, and then leaving him alone to question everything.

in the end he came to the conclusion that he should've just let you put the damn blush on.

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[carame1bunny]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Kinktober Day 3:

Lingerie w/Jill Valentine☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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word count: 1.3k

warning: smut! lingerie, face sitting, 69, girl on girl action(my fav:3)

summary: you’re shopping, when you spot a lingerie store… and there is no harm with surprising your girlfriend with a sexy set, as long as she is the one who gets to take it off of you.

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It all started with you shopping with your friends at the mall. The S.T.A.R.S police officers were throwing a party and you were the plus one to your girlfriend, Jill, so you needed to buy a nice dress. You managed to buy a nice navy blue dress, and while you were on your way out… You spotted the lingerie store. You mostly had comfortable underwear, you knew that your girlfriend found you sexy even in a pair of cotton panties with coconut trees on them. But, you could buy a nice set, and surprise Jill after the party.

You didn’t need to look for long before finding a gorgeous lacy set. Navy blue with white lacy details, it even had a garter, so you also bought a white thigh high pair of tights.

In the evening, you and Jill took a shower together, and you left her with blue lady balls. She was getting touchy, but you needed to save the mood for later. You put some makeup on and put the dress on. You were adjusting it in the mirror when strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” Jill said as she rested her chin on your shoulder. “I’ll have to shoo my colleagues away from you all night.”

You giggled and turned your head back to whisper into her ear. “They won’t be the ones who will take this dress off of me at night.” You bit her earlobe, her sensitive spot, and smiled when you heard her quiet moan.

The party was alright. The food was good, and there was plenty of alcohol. You kept on being touchy with Jill, there was no harm in teasing her and getting her worked up.

As in Jill, she couldn’t wait to go home. Everyone had their eyes on you, her sweetheart. As she was hanging out beside the nachos, Chris came up beside her.

“What’s up, tiger?” He knew Jill well enough to notice when she was antsy.

“I want to go home.” She shrugged and shoved a handful of cheesy nachos into her mouth.

“Everything okay with the missus?” Chris smirked, he had to admit, you were a sight for sore eyes.

“She had been fucking with me all day, doesn’t let me lay a single finger on her. I’m shaking, Chris, fucking shaking!” She held up her hand to emphasize her point.

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m bored as shit, so… wanna split a cab?” Jill didn’t need to be told twice.

Just as you came out of the bedroom, she grabbed your hand and began pulling you to the exit. It took every cell in your body to hold back your grin, mission accomplished. The three of you catched a cab and told the driver your addresses. Jill was sitting in the middle, so Chris was blind to the fact that you were dragging your finger up and down her waist and thighs. What? If you’re gonna tease her and get her worked up, you will do it properly.

The driver barely pulled up to your apartment, when Jill handed him the money, said a quick goodbye to Chris and dragged you out of the car. You only turned back to share a knowing look with Chris.

The second you locked the door behind you, Jill crashed her lips against yours. She claimed your lips, while reaching up to tangle her fingers into your hair and give you a harsh tug.

“Whatever you’re doing… it fucking ends now.” She lifted you over her shoulder and began to make her way to your shared bedroom. You giggled and kicked your feet, but immediately quieted down when she gave you a smack on your butt.

As she threw you on the bed, you quickly stood up and pushed her to sit. She opened her mouth to object, and you were quick to shush her. After taking a few steps back, you slowly let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders, while reaching down to pull off your dress. Soon, your navy thigh garter was revealed and her eyes widened. She wasn’t the only one starving for some action, you were too. So, you nearly ripped your dress off and stood before her in your lingerie.

She was still looking at you with a dumbfounded expression, but as you stepped closer, her hands immediately found their place on your waist.

“Wow… baby, you look—-Fuck. Come here.” She pulled you down, you now straddled her.

She nuzzled her face into your neck, deeply inhaling your sweet scent. She must have been a goddamn saint in her last life, otherwise, how could she deserve an angel like you? She quickly tore off her blouse and unclasped her bra, it was starting to get hot in the room. Just as she kicked her pants off, you attacked her lips with your own. It was messy and needy, teeth and tongues.

After a heated makeout session, she fell back against the mattress and smirked at you.

“Sit on my face.” She commanded. She needed to feel your body against her face, she wanted to suffocate between your thighs. If that were ever to happen, she would die the happiest woman who ever lived.

You reached back to take the top of your set off, but she slapped your hand away. She smoothed the lace with a finger. “This stays on. Now, come on, I’m starving up here.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You crawled up on her torso and took a comfortable seat on her face. She took a deep inhale and sighed blissfully. “All mine.” She murmured to herself. Your hands were already gripping the bed frame. One thing about your girlfriend: if she ate your pussy, she really ate your pussy.

She began by kissing your already wet cunt through your panties, her tongue occasionally darting out to poke your clit through the fabric. It was good that you were already seated, otherwise your knees would have bucked from underneath you. Her fingers finally reached up to pull your panties to the side, and her tongue took a big lick from your clenching hole to your clit. After that, she took your little nub between her lips and sucked. Your moans were like music to her ears, that’s why she couldn’t help herself and trail her own fingers down her toned stomach. She dipped into her underwear and began rubbing her own neglected clit. You were conscious enough to notice and feel how her hips bucked up. So, you turned around on her face. Your torso leaning against her tummy, and your curious little fingers pushing her underwear down as far as you could reach.

You matched what she did to you. As she started to thrust her tongue into you, you did the same by feeling up her tight walls with your wet muscle. The sound echoing between the walls was downright filthy. Moaning, slurping, and the squelching of two needy and wet pussies.

You teased her entrance with your fingers, and began fingering her in a fast rhythm. She needed a second to catch her breath and do the same to you. She knew you well enough to instantly find that special spongy spot inside you.

Both of your movements sped up, and you were the one who orgasmed first, but she didn’t need much to follow right behind you.

You gave her cunt a goodbye kiss and plopped down beside her. She smirked at you, her lips glistening with your arousal. You couldn’t help leaning up to kiss her. You two just tasted yourselves on each other's lips, mixing both of your wetness into one unique taste. When you pulled away, you snuggled right into her side.

“S.T.A.R.S should throw more parties.” You said, half-asleep.

She chuckled and replied in her sleepy raspy voice. “And I should start buying you more lingerie.” She kissed your forehead and murmured. “My pretty baby.”

[goldenempyrean]

Not Quite 'Just Fine'

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“This sucks.” Came the quiet annoyed grumble of your girlfriend, who had been sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, her head resting atop them.

Ross was currently on the warpath and had demanded the entire team be pulled into a meeting to lectured on why it was important they keep their operations within the strict protocols set by one of the many accords the government had put into place.

“He’ll be done soon.” You murmured in response as you reached underneath the table to rest your hand on her thigh, “You know how he is when he gets in a mood.”

You both knew all too well how Ross could get but you couldn’t help but feel especially bad for your girlfriend considering that she wasn’t exactly feeling 100% at the moment. The pair of you had only just gotten back from a joint 3 day long mission up in the chilly forests of Siberia. Everything had gone great and smoothly… well except for that fact Natasha had insisted on giving you her thick coat after finding out you’d forgotten yours.

Her thin suit had done little to stave off the harsh chill biting in the air and you’d noticed her shivering throughout the night - even after the pair of you had shared long warm shower together. But when you’d pulled another blanket over her asked if she was okay, Natasha had assured you she was fine.

But now you really weren’t so sure. As Ross continued his lecture, Natasha's shivers grew more pronounced, her tired eyes blinking heavily as she held up her head with her hands. You slipped your hand beneath her hoodie and discreetly rubbed her back - something you knew she aways liked when she was in need of a little extra loving - but you couldn’t help but bite back a sigh as you felt the warmth radiating from her.

She let out a soft, suppressed yawn, and you couldn't help but smile sympathetically.

"You look like you need some rest," you whispered, your hand still on her back. "Maybe we can convince Ross that we need to file a mission report or something. Slip away for a bit. I think we should get some medicine into you, bring that temperature of your’s down a little.”

“I don’t have a temperature.” Natasha sniffled faintly but nevertheless she still nodded. Just as you were about to propose your excuse, her body tensed, and she let out a series of quick, half-stifled sneezes into her hands, “Oh, gross…” She cringed in disgust.

"Great timing sweetheart," You mumbled with a chuckle, handing her a tissue from your pocket. "Let's get out of here. I'll take care of you, come on.”

Clearing your throat you stood up to address Ross, “Sir, if you’ll excuse us, there’s a lot of paperwork that needs catching up on which otherwise will end up on your desk, so, may we?”

The secretary seemed more than displeased at your interruption however when he rolled his eyes and nodded towards the door when Natasha curled into herself with a raspy sounding cough a few moments later.

You nodded back, before turning your attention back to your girlfriend who looked like she wanted to hide in her hoodie and never return. “Come on Natty.” You whispered, offering out a hand when she stood up and had to dizzily grab the table to stable her balance.

Walking down the corridor, you felt Natasha slip her arm around your waist she leaned on you for support .”I thought you were 'just fine'?" You teased, making her blush a little as she buried her head into your side.

She looked up and shot you a half-hearted glare, her voice hoarse, "Don't push it."

You chuckled, guiding her through the corridors, "Well, I did warn you to keep your coat, but no, you had to be the chivalrous girlfriend.”

Natasha snorted weakly, but the action caused her to splutter into a sharp cough making her whine in response, “Rub it in later, will you? I just want to get under some warm covers right now.”

Finally when you reached her room, she gave you a grateful smile, "Thanks for saving me from Ross though. I needed that.”

"Anytime, Agent Romanoff," you replied, helping her onto the bed, pulling the thick duvet over her and she snuggled down into the sheet, “Now, let's get you comfortable. I'll find some meds and we’ll cuddle up for the rest of the day.”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "You're not too bad at this caring girlfriend sort of thing, y’know.”

You winked, "Years of practice. Now, rest up sweetheart and I'll be right back with that medicine."

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Edge Of Ever After | 5

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Sandor runs his fingers down my spine and sighs, "everything I ever touch goes to shit." He grabs my hip and pulls me close. I turn to him and nestle my face into his chest. He traps me in his arms, "but you... you turn my shit into gold."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, mentions of pregnancy/fertility issues, sunshine x grump, enemies to lovers (to enemies ? HAHA), slow burn, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, horrible communication, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: im updating this on here solely because of @thatawkwardlittlefangirl's reblogs n tags. hi cutie i see you. i hope you enjoy!!! you reminded me i have to finish this story and i swear i will T_T. | cross posted on ao3

"W-where are you going?"

"To find someone to bring my things downstairs," I huff as I gather my skirts and head for the door.

"I can bring them down!" he urges, making me turn to him as he grabs the bags and picks them from the floor. Sandor slings the satchels on him and grabs up the rest, looking at me for further instruction. I face front and exit the room. I feel him follow closely after me.

Once I get down, I am met with a busy first floor. I dawns on me at this moment that I probably looked distressed and teary eyed. I wipe my face and fix my hair. I make myself smile as I walk towards the front door, looking for Trysha or one of her sons.

The Hound follows after me. He stands beside me and I sidestep to keep a good distance between us.

He clears his throat but his voice still cracks, "I'll rea-dy the horses."

I do not watch him as he walks off; I hover by the open door to what I assumed to be the kitchen.

Just then, Trysha comes out carrying a tray of food. She beams at me and I pull my cheeriest smile in return.

"Anything you need, milady?"

I shake my head, "no. I simply wanted to say that we cannot wait for our laundry."

"Oh. But I-"

"If it is agreeable to you, we will come back for it on our return."

Trysha raises her brows and nods her head slowly, "of course, lady."

I press my lips into a smile, "Lord Clegane and I will take our leave. I thank you for your hospitality."

Trysha wishes to reply but she does not get the opportunity.

I head outside, feeling my chest tighten with sadness and resentment. I think of my pups; oh, how I long to have them doting on me, licking my skin, whining for my attention. How foolish I was for even finding a morsel of annoyance in them. I regretfully catch a glimpse of the Hound, who was buckling up his ride. My belly curdles.

I ignore him as I head to the stable. I take deep breaths to calm myself. I rub my horse's snout once I am close enough, imagining it was Sage, or Lilac, or Rose who I was petting instead. Not even a second later, my eyes water and my lips tremble. Perhaps I am greedy in wishing to have children of my own. Perhaps I was meant to only care for animals. Or perhaps I was not meant to be loved this way.

My horse neighs and nudges me. I slightly topple back, yet somehow the action soothes me.

"Need some help, lady?" a deep but chirpy voice asks.

I panic and sniffle, wiping my face in a hurry. Before I know it, a large man comes to my side, and it is made clear my smile does not hide my sorrow, as the expression of the man slips into concern when he gazes upon my features.

It was Ian that stood before me. It seemed he was in a good mood until he saw my face. It makes me feel even more dreadful than I already was.

I sniffle and offer a chuckle, "yes. I would appreciate the assistance." I wipe my face, "I'm terribly horrible at saddling on my own."

Ian examines my body, then looks past me. He hardens when he sees the Hound staring back at him. The said man is visibly on edge, in fact he looks distraught or even guilty. Ian clenches his fists and turns back to me, "are you well?"

I feign ignorance, and quickly realize my mistake at how the man clenches his jaw in return.

"Has he hurt you?"

I raise my brows at him and smile softly, "do not ask such silly que-"

"I'm not 'fraid of him, " Ian cuts me off, unabashedly glaring back at the perceived villain, "my brothers and I can ta-"

"Do not jest over such things," I blurt sternly, "you will not lay your hands upon my husband, do you understand?"

Ian turns to me.

"You must cease your talk of such gruesome horrors," I wave a hand, "it will do you well to practice peace."

"Peace is a pleasure only afforded by the rich, milady."

I shake my head, "I say to you, you will find less peace in riches. Greedy people are always in unrest."

My own words shatter my heart. I feel like a hypocrite. I feel like I am deserving of my predicament. I battle with my mind and thankful do not burst into tears. I manage to look back at Ian with a neutral expression.

We stare at each other for a moment. I offer him my hand and he takes it, finally helping me up my horse. He guides me up, then hoist me by my waist. In the simple action, I am made aware of his strength. I begin to wonder what the chances of him and his brothers against my husband were. I banish the thought.

Once I am sat upon my ride, I look down and press my lips into a smile, "thank you, Ian."

Ian looks up at me, nodding, "milady." He hands me my reins and brushes my horse's neck. He speaks softly, as not to be conspicuous, "are ye certain about your lord?"

My brows furrow slightly.

"Aye, it's not my business, but a woman should never weep."

My heart squeezes at his sentiment. I shake my head and reach out, placing my hand on his shoulder, "I weep for my pups."

Ian looks up at me.

"I have 3 that I left at home. I do miss them terribly."

Though it was not a lie, at least not entirely, it was clear that Ian did not believe me. He had made his mind up about what he would believe and so nothing but that can wipe away his doubt. And yet, Ian nods again then leads the horse out of the stable.

When I look up, I see the Hound already mounted on his own horse. We are reunited and my belly pinches and rolls at our proximity. I have to tell remind myself that the sooner we leave, the sooner I can ignore him. I cannot bring even myself to smile at him for show, or look at him for long, as tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I turn back to Ian instead and clear my throat before speaking, "I thank you again for your help, Ian."

Ian looks up at me.

"Your family's inn is a treasure. I pray the gods will grant you blessings and success."

"And I pray they give you peace, Lady Clegane," Ian replies, pulling away from my horse. He turns to Sandor, "may the Father punish the wicked those who wish you anything but."

The Hound's horse becomes restless.

I take this as a sign to begone. I spare Ian one last look before we ride off, "give your family my regards."

Ian bows. He offers me a smile. It drops and gis expression darkens when he turns to Sandor, who rides off before me to lead the way.

Sandor enjoyed the quiet, but the quiet in this travel was unbearable. His head so badly wanted to turn over his shoulder to check on his wife, to make sure that you were still there, to see how you were doing, but he told himself the sound of your horse's hooves where enough. When he caught the sound of your soft mewls, your soft sniffles and whimpers, he knew he didn't deserve to look. He'd made you cry again.

Again. And again. And again.

And now the night began to cover the land. It didn't look like there would be any inns to chance upon anytime soon. When Sandor caught sight of a lake, he decided it would be good to stay here for the night.

"We'll stop here," the Hound says, not expecting a reply.

He leads his ride to the lake and dismounts. He rubs the creatures face and steals a glance your way. You were cautiously getting off your horse... struggling.

"Fuck," he mutters and purses his lips. He battles with himself on whether or not he should help you.

Fuck it. He goes up to you and helps you down. Thankfully, you do not protest, nor do you wrangle out of his touch. When you get on your feet, you mutter something he doesn't catch.

Again, he hesitates, but he manages to mutter, "what was that?"

You turn to him. It's wholly apparent you had been crying. He feels horrid.

"I-"

"Thank you," you struggle to say through a clogged nose.

He freezes.

"I want to bathe," you walk back.

Sandor nods, "I'll hel-"

"Do not follow me," you raise a finger.

That comes to him like a punch in the gut. He feels like his heart was being pierced in every which way. He watches as his love walks away from him. He watches as his wife goes to the lake. He watches as she undresses herself. He turns away when she sees the bare skin of her shoulder.

He decides to gather some firewood nearby, never straying enough that his lady was no longer visible. He is lucky to find enough twigs to build a fire. By the time he's set one up, the moon was shining down upon earth, leaving a glow. He has more than once seen your skin under moon light, but in this moment, he has to banish the thought, lest the temptation to see you becomes unbearable.

You sink into the shallow lake, looking up at the sky, gazing at the full moon. The water was cold, and you were being chilled to the bone, but you invited the numbing sensation; it matched what your mind felt. You only decide to get out because your teeth began to chatter.

Sluggishly, you emerge from the water and frown at the towel waiting for you beside your clothes. You look out to your husband and find that he is sat by the fire, back turned to you. You shiver and hurriedly wipe yourself down and get dressed.

Just as you were about to walk towards your camp- "Milady!" you hear from not too far off.

"Ian?"

Sandor gazes at the fire, lost in thought, lost in life. He contemplates how long it will take for him to be forgiven, if he is worthy to be forgiven at all. He wonders how calloused he must be not to foresee the hurt it would stab upon your heart. His turmoil makes his head heavy, literally; he so badly wishes to shut his eyes and sleep, yet he cannot bring himself to do anything about it. And then, he hears whispers.

He brushes it off, thinking perhaps you were speaking to yourself. But then he the voices gets louder, and soon be realizes you were speaking to someone.

The Hound looks over his shoulder and sees you speaking to a large man. Immediately, his sleepiness if washed away and he is overcome with fight instincts. His face contorts as he grabs his sword and marches over to you.

Once he is close enough, he recognizes the man you were speaking to. It was the man from the inn, from the fucking stables. He draws his sword out of its sheath, immediately on the offense. His vein nearly pops when the stupid cunt readies to unsheathe his own weapon.

"Stop it!" you exclaim, walking towards him to press your hand on his chest.

Sandor's gaze is fixed upon you. Your hateful expression makes his brows knit in hurt.

"Both of you!" you snap to the other, "go home, Ian."

The Hound's anger flares, "the fuck is he even doing here?!" he steps forward, "how long have you been following us?"

Ian steps forward as well, but you also push him back, "stop it-"

"I know men like you," Ian mutters with venom, "you go 'round doing and takin' what pleases you because no one can stop you."

"Oh," the Hound chuckles dryly, "and will that-"

"STOOOOP!"

The two of them turn to you after let out the gut curling scream. You heave as bitter tears cloud your eyes and streak down your face. They both watch as you crumble into tears.

"Or perhaps I should just let you kill each other?!" you quip, "it's not like you're doing this for me because here you are saying you want to protect me but do not wish to listen to me, and you are doing the same in the name of love or whatever you fool yourself to believe it is! No, you fools only listen to yourselves because you can only love yourself!"

Needless to say, the two are frozen where they stand.

Ian is the first to try and explain himself. It falls deaf to your ears, and eventually he is off with his tail between his legs. As much as the Hound is pleased to see him go, he is not content to turn away until he is no longer in view. That is, until he notices you shaking with anger and frustration. He calls out your name carefully.

You hiss, "I've told you my piece," then shake your head slowly, "I do not have the energy to continue."

"I know," he grabs your arm, "but I-'

The sound of your sigh dries up his words. In this moment, he realizes your arm is limp in his clutch. You are not fighting him off because you are exhausted. That stupid fuck... he was right.

He releases you, "forgive me, I-"

"Tomorrow."

He clenches his jaw.

"We shall speak tomorrow. Tonight we sleep."

You stare at each other for what feels like forever. He nods, "good n-"

You walk past him, heading towards the campfire.

Sandor and I eat in silence. We were now at the nearby port eating freshly baked bread from a bakery in the marketplace. I promised him we would talk after breaking fast so that my hunger would not get ahead of me. I was rather prone to irritation when I had an empty stomach. Presently, we sat on the stairs just by the one of the docks, watching men come in with their catches of fish or imports.

I savor the last bit of bread I have before turning to Sandor, who had long finished his share. He turns to me, then back to the splashing waves. He shifts awkwardly and clears his throat.

"Sandor," I start, releasing a sigh.

He turns back to me. He carefully speaks my name.

"Our beginnings were... unpleasant," I mutter lowly, not trusting my voice enough to speak moderately, lest it break, "our union was borne from the mockery of King Joffrey and yet... here we are." I turn to my hands and rub them together, "I am your wife. My duty is with you, but-"

Sandor's throat constricts when the explanation is cut short.

I turn to him and feel like retching. It's as though there is rock that wishes to dislodge itself from my mouth. It takes a few long, gruelling moments for me to finally speak up, "Sandor, I care deeply for you."

Sandor faces body towards me

My eyes begin to water as we stare at each other, "I love you so terribly that the suggestion that you do not feel the same makes me want to rip the hairs on my head."

His face slips. He hesitates. His hand twitches. He tries to reach out for me but he decides against it. He purses his lips, "I would die for you."

My brows furrow. Tears fog my vision, "that is not the same as lov-"

"I love you," he blurts through a whisper, "and little else."

"Do you think I want your love for me to kill you?" I mumble as sadness overtakes my expression, "do you think that I want you to suffer for my sake?"

He takes a second but he slowly shakes his head.

"I want you to live for me," I squeeze his arm, "live with me. I want to know your woes. I want to help- and- and-... I want you to help me," I pinch my fingers and turn to my lap, "I don't want you chose for me because you think it's better, no more that you'd want me to do the same."

Sandor feels his chest tighten. He wants to speak but he does not.

I look up at him, cheeks wet with salt, "I don't want to be... alone when we're together... I don't want us to continue playing games for each other's sake when neither of us will enjoy the fruits it'll bear. I do not want us to assume our own suffering will benefit the other."

He feels like he is being eaten from the inside out. He hesitates to touch me. I take his hand and place it on my cheek, "embrace me when I weep... I beg of you."

The Hound no longer thinks twice. He reaches for me, arms coming around me body. He pulls me onto his lap and holds me against him. I slip between his thighs and bring my face into his neck. I take in his warmth, his scent, his feel. He rubs my arm and mutters softly, "my poor wife... forgive me."

I pull my head back and frown. His cheeks are damp and I wipe them dry, "forgive me, my poor husband."

Sandor sniffles, "I do not like hurting you."

"Neither do I," I sigh and frown, "perhaps we are doomed in tragedy."

He brushes my hair behind my ear, "perhaps I am your tragedy."

I swipes my lips when they wobble. 

A line forms between his brows.

"Your unkindness to yourself is just as painful as your unkindness to me," I whine, "if you are my tragedy then I am yours. What else have I done but vex and burden you?"

Sandor rubs my arms, "you have made me a home."

My heart races. My breath catches in my throat.

"You are my home," he adds just as I mutter the exact words back to him.

A moment passes of us simply taking each other's sad expression before we break into soft chuckles. Sandor leans his forehead onto my shoulder and kisses my collarbone. I turn to him and kiss his lips.

"From now on, do not make your mind before speaking it to me," I say, "and I will not make mine before speaking it to you. Agreed?"

Sandor pulls me into a tight hug and nods against my neck, "agreed."

I embrace him back, but gasp when I hear a bell tolling. A loud announcement that one of the ships will be leaving makes me break away from him and get to my feet. Sandor immediately follows suit and grabs our things as I hurry over to the ship heading for Volantis.

Only it's not the ship heading for Volantis and one headed to Lannisport.

I freeze in my place and turn to Sandor, who was already looking at me. I wipe my face and give a guilty look, "forgive me. I thought-"

"We should get more bread while we're waiting. I'm still hungry."

I purse my lips and nod. I take his arm and we both head back to the bakery.

Sandor is conscious of my hold on him, "do like holding me while walking?"

His question makes me tense, "I do. W-why? Do you not like it?"

"I like it," he secures my hand on his arm, "I just have never walked like this before. Normally, I walk 5 paces behind."

I let out a breath of relief, "well, you will not need to do that with me, not unless you want to."

"I do not."

I nod, "I am glad. I do not want you so far from me either."

It did not take long after we bought some more bread for us to board the ship. Sandor and I managed to hitch a ride with a trader that was set for Volantis.

Upon boarding, we were brought below the ship, along with the rest of the other passengers who wanted to hitch a ride. In truth, the area was not so bad; it did smell of market, of animal and vegetables, but it was nothing too foul. And yet, it didn't take long for my stomach to begin to react, and my ever-so-keen husband immediately caught on to my affliction.

We had settled ourselves by some crates, apart from the other passengers, but not so far away that we were isolated. Sandor had prepared a makeshift bed for me that we were both presently sat on. I was trying to take a nap but my fussing had turned his bored expression into that of concern.

"Squirrel?" he mutters, shifting to face me.

I ignore him and rest my head on his arm.

His brows furrow, "are you uncomfortable?"

I grunt, "I'm bored."

It's clear he does not believe me, given the fact he pushes my hair away and examines my face. Just as he was speak again, my stomach makes a sound and I slap my hand on my mouth.

"Are you seasick?" he asks, taking my wrist, rubbing it with his thumb.

I look at him and bite my lip. I shrug and rub my nose, "I have been on ships before. I did not get seasick... I think, perhaps, it is the smell."

Sandor knits his brows.

"Do not worry. I will eventually get used to it."

I rub his hand, soothing both him and I with the action.

He does not seem soothed though, and soon, I am craning my neck up to look at him as he stands. I furrow my brows then widen my eyes when he hands me his sword.

"I-"

"Stab anyone that gets too close."

"Sando-"

"I'll talk to the captain."

I watch him walk off in confusion. It was not like there was anywhere else we could go on the ship. What could he possibly need to talk to the captain about?

"Is he your ward, lady?" a voice asks from not too far to my left. I turn and see a middle aged woman and her two kids, sleeping on her lap.

I smile at her, "he is my lord husband."

 Her face falls in shock, "he is?"

My face scrunches in offence at her shock, but I decide not to answer in hostility. I pull a smile and bring Sandor's sheathed sword into my chest.

"May the lord of light grant you peace in your marriage," she says.

I turn away from her and scoff under my breath at the implication I did not already have peace... And what if I don't? My marriage is none of her concern.

A few moments of silence later, I feel my stomach reacting again, so I try and will myself to sleep. I lean against our bags and bury my face into the clothes to mask the scent of the area. It doesn't help though; I only feel suffocated. I sit up once I hear heavy footsteps approaching.

Sandor reemerges and immediately reaches a hand out for me once he is close. I look up at him and take his hand. He helps me stand then grabs our bags and his sword. We wordlessly walk off and find ourselves back on the deck. I look at my husband's broad back and take in the smell of sea salt. It doesn't really refresh me as much as I hoped. I frown when he seems to head off to other stuffy room of the ship. I take in a deep breath as Sandor opens the door for me.

I let out my breath in surprise when I see the room is not, in fact, another part of the hull, or whatever you call the bottom part of the ship, and instead, someone's personal quarters.

I turn to Sandor as he closes the door and puts our things down. It doesn't take long for me to figure this was probably the captain's room, based on the maps. "Are we going to speak to the captain?"

Sandor steps forward, and just then, a rough wave hits the ship. We quickly grab each other for balance. His hands squeeze my arms and my hands grip the sides of his shirt.

The towering man looks down at me and states for a moment. He takes a deep breath and rubs my arms, "you're so beautiful."

I raise my brows at this and pout when I see his solemn expression. I walk forward and press against him. I rub his belly, "thank you, puppy."

He embraces me and presses his cheek on the top of my head, "I've missed you."

I frown and tighten my arms around him, "forgive me."

"Forgive me," he mutters, "I don't like upsetting you."

I look up at him, "I am no longer upset," I brush his beard, "and, if it means anything, I know, deep down you mean well... even when what you think is well ends up hurting me-"

"I am s-"

"-hurting us," I caress his cheek.

I can already feel him about to apologize, so I stop him before he can speak by sealing his lips with mine.

His reaction is immediate. His hands rub down my back and he bends down to deepen our kiss. Before I know it, he's picking me up and lying me on the bed. Soon, my skirt is pushed past my knees and he's slotted between my legs.

My heart begins to race when he kisses down my neck, but that's when I remember where we were. I gasp and push him off, "Sandor!'

The Hound's eyes widen as he pulls back.

I sit up, "we cannot here," I sit up and fix my skirt. I look around the bed, "if we were to get caught-"

"We're not going to-"

"Why did you wish to speak to the captain anyway?" I move off the bed, hands coming to his shoulders, "I don't think he can give us a room if there are no rooms to give."

Sandor pulls me into him by my waist, "that's why I bought his room."

"You what?" I raise a brow.

He brings his face into my neck and kisses my pulse, "I would not let my poor squirrel suffer."

I brush my hands up his face as he frowns, "not any more."

I rub his cheeks, "my love, I do not suffer because of you. Twas the smell... and frankly," I rub my belly, "I fear it still lingers."

He rubs my sides, "are you still uncomfortable?"

"I feel like perhaps any moment I could retch, and yet I won't, which makes it worse."

"I can distract you," he offers firmly then whispers, "please."

I chuckle under my breath and brush our noses together, "what if I vomit on you?"

"Then I'll eat it up like the dog I am," he kisses my cheek, making me laugh.

"Oh, my lord. If I vomited as we coupled, I fear I would never want to couple with you again."

Sandor pulls away, face stunned.

I chuckle and, as if to prove a point, my stomach begins to churn and I feel queasy. I pull away from him and lie on the bed. I pat the area beside me, beckoning him over, "perhaps you can tell me a story."

The bed dips as Sandor comes to my side, "I'm not a story teller, and I fear my stories will only make your soft belly sicker."

I roll over and press myself on him, our chests were now against each other, "what about your travels? Surely you've been tasked to travel to places unknown to the likes of me."

He brushes my hair back, "most of what comes to mind are grubby and bloody memories."

I frown, "forgive me. I do not mean to bring back such scenes."

"Speak no apologies. In fact, I should thank you. You've changed that for me," he brushes my lips, "you've changed that."

I press my lips into a line, "... would you like to know about where I grew up?"

"Brownwood?"

I shake my head, "no, with my aunt and uncle, where I met Lucy."

He grunts, "mmm, let me guess, you found Lucy in a filthy alleyway on your way home to your uncle's pretty castle?"

"..."

He brings one hand behind his head and raises his brow, lips curved up in amusement, "hit the nail on the head with that one, aye?"

A line forms between my brows, "Lucy was sold to a brothel as a child."

Sandor's face goes blank.

"I met her I was eight," I tilt my head, "did you know she's a winter younger than I?"

He opens his mouth and slowly trails off, "no."

"All my cousins were boys and they were all much older than me. I had expected them to treat me like my brothers but they were too caught up in squiring and roughhousing to play dollies with me," I pay his chest, "and no, I did not find her in a filthy alleyway. I was picking flowers and she had been hiding in the bushes. She was on the run."

A guilty expression forms on Sandor's face.

I smile to myself, "in truth, I was very selfish. I saw her and spoke to her about dollies then decided I would take her home with me. I hid her in my room and bathed her and fed her so that I could have someone to play with," I chuckle, "it was a wonder I hid her as long as I did, considering her blabbermouth."

He snorts in amusement and rubs my arm.

"I was so afraid my aunt would throw her away if she was caught, but the gods kept us together. She has been my dearest friend for as long as I can remember. I am forever responsible for her, so..." I draw circles on his chest, "be kind to my Lucy."

He knits his brows and takes my hand.

I watch him as he kisses my knuckles.

"She is an annoying creature."

I grumble, "Hound."

"I will do my best to tolerate her."

I sigh, "very well."

"She has guarded you just as well as you have guarded her. I am glad you found each other."

I feel my stomach curdle when a wave makes the room teeter. I groan and bury my face into his neck, "your turn... please."

He wraps his arms around me and hums. He thinks and rubs my back, "I... rode a horse in a field once."

"Just once?"

"... many times, actually."

"Mmm..." I release a breath, "what were the flowers there that one instance?"

"... uhh... there were no flowers."

"Where were you going?"

"... somewhere ..."

"... I see... Were you meeting someone?"

"... I... I don't remember... I think I- ... no..."

I wrap my arms around him, "a lovely tale, husband."

"... the horse was brown."

[rogueddie]

Thinkin Bout You T | 1,061 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy

Even though he can admit that it's a selfish desire, Eddie still wants to use Steve's pool. He'd thought that, after finally defeating Vecna and saving Max, they could use it as an excuse to have some sort of party.

He's always wanted to go to one of Steves infamous, exclusive pool parties.

"No," Steve immediately snapped, when Eddie brought it up. It was the first time Eddie had ever really heard him angry. "No one goes in the pool. No one- just, stay away from it. It's off limits. That's it."

He'd been confused, but accepted his answer. It didn't matter what he wanted, it clearly made Steve uncomfortable. It wasn't his place to challenge those boundaries.

... but it did make him curious.

At first, he tried to figure it out on his own. Or, more accurately, tried to gauge how Steve fully and truly felt about the pool.

Steve avoided the thing like it would bite him if he looked at it too long. He always steered conversations away from it, or swimming in general, too.

"I'm worried," Eddie admitted, when he finally gave in and turned to Robin. "He can't keep avoiding pools forever."

"It's not pools," Robin says, reluctantly. "It's his pool, specifically. You'll have to ask him, but... you'd get it. If you knew why."

But the only answer he got from Steve was vague, something about Nancy and bad memories.

"I don't want to know what happened," Eddie starts, worming past Nancy as soon as she opens the door. "I only need to know if redecorating the pool might help. Like, if it's bad memories tied to it then spicing it up so it looks different... that'll help, right?"

Nancy stares at him for a moment, needing a moment to catch up.

"We are talking about Steve?" She finally asks.

"Yeah!"

"Right... um... redecorating..." She looks off to the side, frowning in thought. "It might help. He probably won't want to get in himself, no matter what, but... yeah, changing it up might make him more comfortable with it in general."

"Great! I don't know how to redecorate a pool."

Nancy rolls her eyes.

But she jumps into action. She calls Robin, Jonathan and Argyle, gathering them together so they can brainstorm ideas.

It's Jonathan who suggests they try and make it more kid friendly. Argyle is the one who collects pool decals, agreeing on placing them too. Robin insists on being the one to chose the colors with Nancy's help.

Eddie gets stuck with collecting floats and toys, making a mental list of what they could get.

With their hush money, they're able to put aside a decent amount of money for the budget. They're definitely going to be able to completely change that pool.

Getting the kids to agree to distract Steve for the entire day is too easy. They don't even ask why.

Steve calls Robins less than half an hour after they call the kids, pleading and whining about the kids plan. He tries to get her to come up with some excuse to get him out of it.

"Sorry," Robin says, wincing. "Need to stay home with mom. Sounds serious."

It takes another half an hour until Lucas is able to radio them, giving them the all clear.

Sneaking round to Steve's pool feels strange. Mostly thanks to how casual it is, how calm the others look despite the fact that they're technically breaking in.

"We're not breaking in," Nancy points out. "We have keys. He said we can come over whenever we want. We're welcome."

"Hey," Jonathan says, snapping his fingers to get their attention. "Come on, we have a lot to do."

And it is a lot.

Working together, they're able to get through the worst of it pretty fast. It's impossible to rush it all though, having to wait for paint to dry or glue to stick.

They've barely sat down, finally finishing everything, when Steve gets back with the kids.

"Woah, this is amazing!" Dustin says, grinning wide, the first to burst out the back doors.

"Holy shit," Mike says, next out. "How did you do all this in that time?"

"What are you guys yelling about?" Steve asks, voice distant.

The kids scramble out of the way, watching the door for Steve, excited.

"Where have you- oh."

He freezes in the doorway, eyes darting around the garden.

"Surprise!" Robin yells, jumping over to him. "You like it?"

"How did you..."

"It was easy," Nancy says, reassuring.

"Eddie noticed that you hate the pool," Robin adds. "He suggested we redecorate. Change it up. Make it something new."

Steve looks between them all, face blank.

"Steve?" Eddie says, shifting nervously.

"Thank you," Steve says. "It's... thank you."

"Does this mean we can use your pool now?" Mike asks.

Steve laughs, though it sounds slightly choked. "Yeah," he says, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever, let's have a pool party."

The kids cheer, rushing off to get changed. The others follow after them slower, leaving Steve and Eddie alone.

"This was your idea?" Steve asks.

"Kinda? We all worked together to actually... do it. I only suggested we do something. Nancy's the brains behind it all, really. And Argyle."

"Still, you thought to do all... this."

"I guess."

"Thank you, Ed."

"Oh, nah, don't. It was motivated entirely by, like... greed."

Steve snorts, disbelieving.

"It was! You never let us use the pool."

"You wouldn't need to redecorate this much to do that."

"That... yeah, I would," Eddie winces at how his voice cracks. "You're overprotective."

"Eds," Steve grabs his hand, finally drawing his attention to how they've drifted to each other. "Just accept the thank you, alright?"

Eddie glances at their hands, half expecting Steve to pull away. But, despite the flush in his cheeks, he keeps a tight hold.

"Alright," Eddie finally says. "You're welcome?"

"Great," Steve tugs at his hand, keeping ahold of him as he drags them to the house. "I have spare swim shorts that you can borrow."

"You sure they won't be too big?"

Steve glances back, just in time to catch Eddie's eyes drifting down. He laughs bumping his shoulder into Eddie's.

"Perv."

"You love it," Eddie teases, expecting Steve to take it ask a joke.

But he smiles, soft and genuine, squeezing Eddie's hand as he says, "I really do."

[fairlyang]

Easy money II 🕷️

asked to do yet another shoot but with a plot twist

w/c: 2.4K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, making out, handjob, blowjob

part one

Two weeks had passed and it was almost as if that shoot never happened.

We both went back to normal, only talking when we walked past each other or offered each other dinner.

But besides that it'd be fairly quiet.

Well obviously besides when he'd bring other girls over for more shoots.

Almost every. damn. night.

It drove me insane because I kinda wanted to do another with him but wasn't sure how to ask or offer myself up.

So instead I dealt with the fact that I'd probably not get another chance and just listened to him at work every night with my toys between my legs because I couldn't help myself and I was growing more jealous with every new girl he'd bring in.

I just wanted him to fuck me like he'd fuck them-

Or even suck him off.

But alas it looked like that wasn't gonna happen so I lost all hope until I got a notification from my bank that left me thinking I was dreaming. Or dead.

"MIGUEL O'HARA sent you $5,000"

What. The. Fuck.

I open up my bank app and sure enough I now have $8K. My eyes almost bulged out of my eyes and I cover my mouth, utterly shocked.

I immediately get up from my bed and practically sprinted to his room banging on his door like a psychopath.

"COME IN!" He yelled and I burst through the door, holding out my phone.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!!?" I yell, doing extra theatrics with my hands to accentuate my confusion.

"It's your half of the video." He says matter of factly making me gasp.

"That video made $10,000?!?" I exclaim and a smirk tugs on his lips.

"What can I say the people liked it." He says and sits up from his bed.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that, I was thinking we should do another...." He continues then mumbles the last part but I heard him clearly.

I kept my excitement hidden but inside I felt giddy and wanted to jump up and down. But maybe then he'd change his mind so staying calm it is.

"Oh yeah?" I ask and he shrugs, trying to act casual as if it hasn't been on his mind since he noticed the success and that he's been wanting to have you in his videos before you filled in.

"If you'd want to that is." He says and you shrug.

My heart was racing, palms sweaty, it was getting much harder to act cool now that he was awaiting my response. I clear my throat and nod, "I'm down."

Miguel nodded and stood up, "are you busy tonight?"

I laugh, shaking my head not too surprised he wanted to film already. "Let's do it."

He grins and gets up from his bed, walking over to his chest in front of his bed and grabs his tripods. He then grabs the masks we used last time, throwing the pink one at me which I made sure to quickly catch. "So what do you have in mind?" I ask and play with the mask between my fingers.

"Well the people," he starts walking over to the couch he had by his window, "really wanted to see you in action."

"Me?" I ask and raise an eyebrow, could I be so lucky...

He nods and places the tripod in front of couch, positioning it correctly before taking out his phone out of his pocket. "We could do a handjob if you'd like." He says looking down at his phone and typing.

"Or if you want more money..." he coos making me chuckle.

Only for the money....

Of course...

"Should I change?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Well actually just take off those horrendous pj pants." He teases making me snort.

"You're wearing batman pants-"

"Batman is cool-"

"At your grown ass age-"

"Better than dinosaurs." He snorts and I gasp.

"Take that back! We literally watched Jurassic Park after the first shoot..." I say and playfully glare at him as he finally looks up at me.

Only he could rock those ugly pants.

Only you could rock dino pjs, he thought to himself before shaking his head. Focus.

"So oral hm?" I mumble and walk over to him as he places his phone on the tripod.

"Mhm if you want." He responds making me chuckle.

I move my hair back and slip the mask over my head then fixing it so I could see right and my mouth was out. Then I groan and shake my head, "this thing is gonna be a fucking mess by the end of this."

"It'll be worth it." He says with a smirk sending a shiver down my spine.

Finally.

"And I'm honestly thinking no more collabs after this." He mutters making me scoff.

"Yeah right-"

"No seriously." He replies sincerely and shrugs.

"Well maybe besides with you.. it would be easier since you're already here..." he says looking back at his phone, avoiding my gaze.

Huh-

"Plus I know this kind of money could help us both. You work so hard and don't get paid nearly enough for all you do." He says now finally looking up and into my eyes.

I bite my lip and breathe in through my nose then exhale, should I?

It was a much bigger step, technically like being partners in a way. And surely this way he'd fuck me eventually-

"And I mean this sincerely, the 'fans' loved you out of all the girls I've worked with. Said our 'connection was unmatched.'" He says in quotation marks which stung a little, but I ignored it.

He then presses on his phone and walks toward me, "and I think I agree with them." He sighs and I could feel my heart racing.

"Really?" I whisper as he steps in front of me.

He nods and brings his hands up to cup my jaw, "Really." He breathes out and I almost immediately melted into his touch.

He then did the unexpected and made this sweet little moment even sweeter by leaning in and kissing me softly. It was so gentle and it had me questioning if he did this with the other girls. Or to show he really wanted to do this with me and not just this shoot but future ones.

I shook my thoughts away and kissed back, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He moved us to the right so we'd be on camera then sits us both down on the couch with me on his left. I could feel my heart thumping and it made me so nervous thinking he could feel it too. But he was too focused on this sweet kiss there was no way that'd be something he's paying attention to.

Surely.

Meanwhile in Miguel's head all he could think of was hoping you couldn't tell how overexcited he was. Hell after the first shoot he's just missed your touch, your body, your sounds.

But he didn't want to overstep so he kept his distance and stayed to himself.

Then after every shoot after that one it just didn't feel the same. With you it felt natural, it didn't feel like you were putting on a show but actually caring about your pleasure.

But in todays case, it'd be his pleasure. Which he was so ecstatic about. Every time a girl would be sucking him off he'd just close his eyes and imagine it were you. And now it was finally going to happen and he didn't have to pretend anymore.

Finally.

His hands were tracing my body slowly which made me realize I should be the one doing that. This whole scenario was gonna be about him technically.

I deepen the kiss and move my left hand to his hair, playing around with the curls at the back of his neck. With my right hand I graze against his collarbone softly while I slide my tongue into his mouth.

He moaned into my mouth making me squeeze my thighs together then move my hand, trailing down his body.

I lightly grazed his abs but my hands stayed put on the waistband of his pants. I pull away from the kiss that left us both breathless but then bring my face down to his neck, leaving soft kisses on his warm skin before toying with the waistband.

He bucked his hips up but I just moved my hand away, up to his stomach. I let it sit there while I leave a few marks on his neck, making sure it'd last a handful of days.

I move up a little and nibble on his ear before moving my hand down and on his already hard bulge. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel the thickness then take a look down and that was when I noticed he was breathing heavy.

I turned to look at him and his eyes were shut and his lips were shaking. I smile and bring my hand down, palming him over his pants as I watch him let out a small moan.

I was already starting to feel my panties getting soaked which only surprised me that it didn't happen sooner.

I rub the outline of his dick gently, which earns me breathy moans that were music to my ears. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me and was about to say something when i slipped my hand down his pants and stroked him over his boxers.

He moaned again and it only gave me motivation to keep going, to hear those moans that were because of me. Not another girl. But me.

I then couldn't help myself nor how quickly I took the pj pants off him but he didn't seem to mind. I then grabbed his dick and slipped it out of the hole of his boxers. I look down at it on my hands and gulp, he was so thick and leaking so much precum.

I open my mouth and spit on his angry tip, watching as it dribbles down then start stroking it with my right hand before it could go all the way down. He lets out a loud moan and bucks his hips up, thrusting himself into my hand which only made more wet because he looks so good.

I stroke him faster and continue watching his face, his cheeks were rosy and there were beads of sweat along his forehead and he laid his head back against the couch. "Feel good Mig?" I murmur and he brings his head up nodding.

He then looks down at my hand and groans, "so fucking good baby."

I hum and continue my pace, then moving my face closer to his and leave a kiss on his cheek before kissing along his jaw. "Oh fuck baby-“

I then pull away and drop to my knees in front of him. I continue stroking him, staring up at him with big doe eyes before moving closer and leaving a little kiss on his tip making him groan.

I squeezed my thighs together and smiled up at him before leaving kitten licks on his tip and lightly circle around it earning myself a deep moan. "Just like that pretty girl-"

"Oh shit!" He moans as I slip him inside my mouth, bringing my head down as he tilts his head back.

I move my head down as much as I could, barely able to take half before pulling back and letting the drool drip out of my mouth and back onto his tip. I slip him back in my mouth and try to take more than the first time, already gagging on it but I wanted to take it all.

I pull back with no luck then try once more, taking him in my mouth and then go down as far as possible until I'm gagging on him and then going down further, finally able to take all of him down my throat.

"Fuck! God baby you're taking it s-so fucking good." Miguel moans and I feel myself clench around nothing.

I pull out then immediately go back down again, having him hit my throat some more. I then feel his hands hold onto my head so I freely let him guide me.

With teary eyes I look up at him and moaning at the sight of him rolls his eyes back, moaning louder and louder the more I take him. "So fucking good to me-" he moans and forces me to move my head harder.

"Take that fucking dick pretty girl- fuck- I know you can take it." He groans and slowly starts thrusting up into me.

I close my eyes and let him take full control which he was clearly, very appreciative of. He began thrusting his hips up then shoved my head down as deep as it could go then thrust down.

"Such a dirty fucking girl for me- taking all that cock-" he breathes out and starts thrusting his hips up faster but his grip on my head loosened.

"Oh baby- you have no idea how long I've needed that pretty mouth of yours. Too fucking long-" he moans making me whimper against him and I feel his cock begin to twitch in my mouth.

"Mmm gonna give you a load you deserve-" he murmurs and I squeeze my thighs feeling my arousal dripping to my inner thighs.

"All this cum just for you baby. Fuck!" And with one final deep thrust he came down my throat, I quickly swallowed and then pulled away, taking a deep breath before trying to control my breathing.

He then reaches down and grabs me, pulling me up and smashing our lips together. He places me on his lap as I kiss back and let him taste himself in my mouth. He then pulls away and gives me a small smile which I returned with pleasure.

But he then gave me a goofy grin which only made me laugh and playfully slap his shoulder. He rolls his eyes then pecks my lips softly before placing my head on his chest.

His heart was thumping clear as day.

"Only you cause this, with or without a shoot." He admits quietly and I quickly look up at him with wide eyes.

"I really would love to make content with just you." He says then quickly adds, "not just out of convenience."

I smile and feel my whole body grow warm, "so when's a good time to have the 'what are we' chat?" I joke and he bursts out laughing.

"We can be whatever you want us to be." He says and brings a hand to my cheek, lightly stroking it making me melt into his touch.

[urgardenandmine]

new acquaintances ✧ - n. scratch

summary: greendale isn't what it all seems, now is it? genre: fluff (kinda...)/action *WARNING: THERE IS A MENTION OF BLOOD A BIT SO IF THAT IS NOT YOUR VIBE, SCROLL pairing: m!reader x nicholas scratch word count: 2.3K

rushing through the woods, you couldn’t catch your breath. 

the moon was at it’s highest it’s ever been, practically blanketing the world in seeming never ending moonlight. the stars lit the sky like flickering light bulbs that were just almost dying out. you couldn’t tell if it was due to the clouds or just the tears in your eyes as you were rushing past the trees but being continuously smacked with leaves and branches that you couldn’t register. 

your senses were practically numb. you had lost both shoes way before you were making it to god knows where. your feet were being punctured from the small thorns, sharp twigs and bramble bushes you’ve been running on and through. your eyes were watering nonstop due to the feeling of fear overflowing from you. even wiping them with your battered sleeves weren’t helpful considering you couldn’t tell if these would be your last moments on earth or not. your ears were ringing from the hard cardio you were doing (and also from the fact you were tossed around earlier by some people who said they were just “missionaries”). 

as sweat dropped down your face, it trickled in with the blood from the cut on your head. some of it had gotten into your mouth, practically hydrating you. it was horrible but what could you really do in this situation? as much as you hated the taste of salty and metallic liquid, you didn’t have the time to stop and just drink some nasty water in the woods.

hearing the crackle of branches behind you, you pushed forward till you fell flat on your face. 

you groaned and grunted, crying as you gripped the ground beneath you and yelled. the dirt under you was cooling and soft enough to basically be a resting place for you. you turned onto your back, heaving and huffing, feeling that you were about to barf from running almost what you thought was a million miles when in reality, it was probably only six. lifting your head up and angling it back, your eyes saw about almost a hundred acres of more trees. slowly lowering your head, you gulped and sighed.

slowly closing your eyes, you heard the leaves atop of your head crunch. you immediately rolled onto your side, using your weak arms to prop yourself up as you stared into the face of a blonde woman. she was covered in a cute and flowy navy blue dress that was patterned in dark ruby red and almost darked yellow flowers. it was complemented with a gray cardigan. her bottoms were black heel boots, not an exaggerated heel but something to give her some height. her hair was somewhat like a bob yet curled slightly.

“oh my! what are you doing here, darling?” she questioned anxiously, helping you up. slowly climbing up by holding onto her hands tightly, the breeze picked up as you whimpered and looked around hurriedly. looking past the woman was now a stone building, making you furrow your eyebrows and more confused but you were in a time crunch. 

“darling?” she asked, now noticing her british accent as she looked at you. you shook your head to get out of your trance of wondering why and how this random building was here but that didn’t matter.

“w-we need to go! there’s people after me and i can’t explain but please!” you begged, stuttering and shaking as your legs were sore. you were shaking like a newborn baby deer. 

you saw her green orbs examining you, as she pursed her lips and nodded. she wrapped her arm around yours and helped you limp towards the doors while whispering small “i got you’s.” 

making your way towards the rustic walnut doors, she grabbed the black outward curved handle and pushed the door open. your head began to swing as you didn’t have any energy left in you to even power through and tell her the dangers you were facing. as your head hung low, you saw the designs of the floor, seeing geometric shapes on it. the lighting in the building was not the best, considering most of the lights were yellow and some lamps were covered in red shades. in the center of the building was the statue of a woman, or three?

she was a stone statue with three faces. behind her was a tree. one face was a woman that looked like a young adult, wearing a crown of what seems to be leaves, the center being an upside down waning moon. the second was a middle aged woman, wearing the same style of robe as the previous. her crown was almost similar, except instead of leaves, she had almost crosses, spread equidistant from one another. in the center of her crown was an upside down waxing moon. the last woman seemed to look more elderly, as her design depicted wrinkles under her eyes and there was an aura that exuded from her. her crown was more decorated than the other two. in the center was what appeared to be the full moon, while protruding on both sides were small flowers. all three women had their right hand above their stomachs, while the left was under. it was almost as if they were caressing their wombs like a mother would. 

as you two staggered towards what was hopefully a place to rest, you saw the faces of now almost a dozen, maybe even more, kids who looked like you. you saw them whispering, hoping that whoever ran this “establishment” didn’t immediately kick you out for getting blood all over their floors. feeling the cold marble touch your wounded feet was almost as if you touched ice for too long. rather than being cooling, it burned like you were wading through a river of rubbing alcohol. 

you both were now in a hall that was decorated in what seemed to be solely black wallpaper that had flowers on them. the walls had some art pieces but they were odd. they depicted almost hell-ish landscapes but i mean if that was the vibe then they obviously did a great job. as you both turned a corner, you pushed past two doors as you saw three bodies in what appeared to be an office.

“i’m telling you, i-” the words emanating from the other woman’s husky voice was cut short by the sudden rushing. 

the blonde woman had helped you make your way towards a small burgundy satin victorian couch, unlinking her arm from yours as she helped you down gently. she reached for a small dark brown throw pillow, propping it under your head, brushing away your strands of [h/c] hair. she made sure not to brush the cut you had on your [s/c] temple. she looked towards the other’s in the room, who were immediately gathering around you as you tried to catch your breath.

“who did this?” the husky voiced woman demanded. she wore a dark navy pant suit that had a lace collar layered over it. her ginger hair was straight down, yet somewhat curled like the blonde’s. she also had some hair covering part of her forehead yet not reaching her eyes, which were a piercing blue green. 

next to her on her right was a tall dark skinned man, who was dressed in what was assumed to be an almost 1980’s fashion. he was dressed in a tan corduroy jacket, underneath a simple black graphic tee and washed out bell bottom jeans. though he was somewhat nice to look at, there was someone else who caught your eye past your disheveled hair. 

on her left stood a built man (well, teenager). he was dressed in a greaser’s outfit. he was dressed in almost all black, his top being a black leather jacket with the smallest pop of color from under his sheer red shirt. his bottoms were baggy black jeans and he had on leather boots. his hair was dark black, yet the light made it lighter than you expected. his dark brown eyes were scanning your body. 

“i just found them like this, zelds.” the blonde worriedly informed, trying to intake all the wounds you were showing. the ginger haired woman stepped forward. hearing her name made her seem as if she was more learned than the others. something about her radiated command and leadership. looking at the blonde woman, she radiated comfort and almost literal warmth. 

“child, who did this?” the woman, zelds, asked in a hushed yet angered voice. she was almost maternal yet she had no idea who you were.

you gulped, clutching your stomach as you could feel the bruise from earlier almost growing rapidly. you cleared your throat, even though you knew the words would come out hoarse.

“i d-don’t know,” you pushed out, “all i know is that they are coming and they won’t leave till i die.” 

as you spoke the last word, tears began to form in your [e/c] eyes. the boy in leather kneeled down, reaching your eye level as he held onto your hand. he wiped away the dropped tear as he slowly formed a soft smile.

“you won’t die today, got it?” he reassured softly. you chuckled softly, which soon erupted into a cough but it made you feel a bit comfortable. how can a very handsome man say that to someone who was barefoot and practically battered down. the others in the room caught the small moment you both shared, exchanging looks but soon returning back to the matter at hand.

“did you happen to catch their names?” the tan jacketed man asked. you shrugged slightly, wiping your eyes as you slowly sat yourself up. 

“i don’t remember but they sounded like…biblical? like an arathmiel or whatever thing is religious.” you told the rest. 

looking at them all, they exchanged a look of something that seemed to be worry, but more of determination. the ginger hair woman clenched her fists, looking at the two beside her. 

“hilda, tell the students that we need to begin an extermination process. ambrose, with me.” she directed. your eyes widened at the immediate need to take action after you had told them that small bit of information. turning her attention to the two of you, she cleared her throat.

“nicholas,” the boy in black looked up, “tend to them.” she ordered. the boy who was still holding your hand, nicholas, nodded as he locked eyes with you. even though you practically had no blood in you, you felt your cheeks flush to a soft rosy color. having noticed, he smirked and slowly linked your arms together. he helped you up, slowly following behind the pair who was making their ways towards the exit/entrance.

as you all made your ways towards the doors, they appeared to fly open before the pant suited woman had reached them. peering over her shoulder from behind, you saw the two assailants who had attacked you in your simple and somewhat “owned” apartment. 

“hello, witch.” the bulkier assailant spat. his words were laced with venom. he was dressed in a navy blue sweater, with a dress shirt collar peeking from behind. his pants seemed to look like black slacks, but that wasn’t so important to you when you were trying to escape. in his right hand, you saw the weapon he had tried to use against you. it was a simple knife (or in his words, “the dagger of salvation.” like okay, fucking weirdo). his hair was a dirty blonde yet it looked practically unmoved. beside him was the other assailant. she was in the same outfit yet in her hands was a crossbow.

the commanding woman stood on the highest step, looking down at the two “missionaries.” 

“i am zelda spellman, directrix of this academy and you two are trespassing.” she said, her words laced with something that seemed to be a kindness. the man beside her stared at them, slowly pulling out what seemed to be a metal rod. 

the two assailants chuckled, before the younger female had fired the arrow. immediately raising her hand, the arrow had stopped in mid air. following her, the other man, ambrose, focused his attention onto the arrow. 

(1) “Ianuae sagittae!*” he exclaimed gruffly. the arrow then vanished before you. your eyes widened, looking at the sight in front of you. 

“we know you never come peacefully, so we upped our defenses since last.” nicholas hissed at them. this side of him, even though having just met, was something you could really get used to. seeing the two look down at the floor, they were entrapped in a circle that seemed to be gray ash and flowers. trying to move their feet, they couldn’t budge. 

zelda smiled, looking down upon them. “enjoy the little time you have while we help you on your journey home.”

turning on her heel, she marched back into the building (or academy?). ambrose had ran in, while nicholas helped you power through. making your way into the center of the academy, you had noticed a bunch of students now surrounding the statue, hands locked with one another. you had looked at them all, wanting to stop and help yet you were nudged by the one holding you.

��c’mon, they got it.” he whispered, helping you make your way to wherever he was taking you.

as you walked, he opened the doors to what he said under his breath was “the infirmary.” seeing the nearest bed, he gently laid you down on the pearl colored cotton sheets. he sat at your feet, looking down at you as he held your fingertips and began to whisper softly. looking at him, his eyes were closed, like he was focused on something. 

you exhaled softly, feeling the pain you felt almost become nonexistent. nicholas opened his eyes, chuckling as he inched closer and held your hand.

“i did what i could for the pain before hilda comes and helps you get better.” he explained. you nodded, taking in a deep breath of relaxation. as you looked down at him, you chuckled softly.

“don’t worry, i got you.” he encouraged, making you feel at ease. maybe you could get used to this place.

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hi y'all! hope this second story for y'all was good! i know it slowly dies a bit towards the end but it is late for me and i started a bit earlier today but i had shit to do so i had to finish up however i could TT

i tried my best to capture the characters but i like haven't seen this show for a while so i hope it's good!

(1) = lanuae saggitae = teleport arrow (according to google translate)

this story takes place after season four yet not towards the end ending so i had to take advantage of playing with bad boy nick scratch :p

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 19

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.

When Bill and Ford are in the dreamscape together, their dialogue is written normally. But if Bill and Ford are communicating in Fords head without the mindscape, Bills dialogue is in "italics", and Fords dialogue is in 'apostrophes and italics'.

WARNING: T/W Implications of past child abuse

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CH.19

“I buy all of my guns from a guy named T-Rex.”

“Good lord…”

“He’s a small arms dealer.”

*Fiddleford groans aloud and facepalms. Ford is ahead of them and doesn’t turn back, but there are muffled snickers from him*

“A thief stole the wheels off my car last night.”

“Sweet Mary, mother of-”

“I’m working tirelessly to catch him.”

“It’s not that I don’t ‘preciate your efforts to lighten the mood, Stan. But why do you gotta load us up on puns this early?”

“Early? It’s twelve in the after-.‘

“It’s always too early.”

“Sheesh, break my heart why doncha.”

*Stan looks ahead at Ford walking ahead of them and lowers his voice so only Fiddleford can hear him*

“Between you ‘n me, I think somethings up with him.”

“With Stanford?”

“Yeah. He’s been kinda… I dunno, down? It’s like someone broke his fancy chemistry set up or something. Hell, this morning he ate an entire bowl of unfrosted corn flakes. Without any milk.”

“Mhmmm…”

“Do you think something happened on Summerween? That’s when he started acting weird.”

“He ain’t said nothing about it.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at me… Like I’m a ghost or something.”

“Gentlemen! We found it.”

“What’d we find, Stanford?”

“The tracks of, what I have termed, the ‘Gremloblin’. Based on my intel, this footprint matches the description of the creature.”

“And where did your intel come from this time, Doc?”

“The fairies. It was all they would talk about at their nail salon.”

“...You go to a Fairy Nail Salon?”

“Yes. Twice a month in fact.”

“It’s a fight to get you to shower at least once a week but you’ll let magical creatures-.”

“Stanley, you are bringing us off topic. As I was saying, these tracks should lead us to the Gremloblin.”

“We’re just studying it from yonder, right? You’re not trying to fight, capture, interview, or gamble with it?”

“Yes, this is purely a research expedition.”

(...)

“Man you just had to jinx it didn’t you, PhD?”

“The fairies never told me looking into its eyes caused others to visualize their worst nightmare.”

“Specs isn’t handling it great-.”

“NOT THE SWITCH PAPPY! NOT THE SWITCH!!”

“-and the screaming is gonna attract the monster. What are we gonna do?”

“I am going to use my crossbow to scare it away, I need you to take Fiddleford and get far away from here.”

“What about you?”

“I am armed Stanley, I’ll only be a few minutes behind you.”

“If you say so.”

(...)

“You’re okay! It’s okay- I’m here just-.

“AHHHH!”

“C’mon F, you have to get outta your head! Whatever you’re seeing isn’t real.”

“Not the birch branch, not the bir- NOT THE TELEPHONE CABLES!”

“I’ve tried reassurance, I’ve tried the sternal rub, I’ve tried logic- what else do ya want, a kiss on the cheek?! …Actually-.”

*Stan grabs him by the collar and pulls him up to kiss him on the lips. And then suddenly dropping him to gag*

“Wha- who..? Stan-?”

“Holy shit, gross. You had a dip in when the monster got you?! How did you not choke on that while you were screaming?”

“Was I having a nightmare?”

“Kinda. Listen - I need to make sure your friend is okay, he’s still back there with that big green guy.”

“You can call him by his name, you know. You know what it is.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna get too attached. Now, you wait here while I go and risk my life for him.”

*Stan runs off and Fiddleford stays in place leaned up against a tree, before sighing and reaching into his lab coat to pull out a cigarette and a lighter*

“Sure is a good thing he’s cute…”

(...)

“Sixer, I’m ending your hallucinations as fast as I can, but your adrenal system is going to take a few minutes to catch up.”

‘I have only one bolt left, Cipher. Can you at least steady the nerves in my hands?’

“Gotcha baby girl”

‘Please for the love of - you - stop calling me that. I need to make this shot worth it-.’

THWIP

“Oof, you missed.”

‘YES CIPHER, I MISSED; I CAN SEE THAT BUT THANK YOU FOR THE RECAPITULATION.’

“You saw, they didn’t.”

‘What are-. Bill you said you ended the nightmare hallucinations.’

“I did.”

‘Then why am I seeing Stanley standing between me and the Gremloblin?’

“Oh that’s actually happening.”

“Back off, ugly! Damn it, this guys crazy but I’m not letting you hurt him!”

“St-Stanley just leave-.”

“Oh shut your yap, you’re the dumbest genius I ever met if you think I’m gonna let this thing eat ya. You got a word of advice when facing these things?”

“When fighting a Gremloblin, use water-.”

*Stan opens his canteen and throws water at the Gremloblin, which becomes much scarier and grows wings upon contact*

“-only as a last resort.”

“Why would you say it like that-?! Ouch!”

“No, don’t look it in the-.”

WACK

“You still wanna piece?!”

‘This doesn’t make sense, why isn’t it-?’

“Hey pipe your thoughts down Fordsy I’m trying to watch the fight scene.”

“What, you’re supposed to scare me or something? Like you’re dangerous? Danger’s my middle name-.”

“Your middle name is Romanoff.”

“Really killing the intimidation factor here, PhD.”

“¿noʎ uo ʞɹoʍ ǝɹɐʇs ʎɯ ʇ,usǝop ʎɥM”

“So you can talk? I only got every other word of what you just said, but I’m guessing you’re wondering why your nightmare eyes don’t work on me?”

“˙ǝɹɐɯʇɥƃᴉu ʇsɹoʍ ɹnoʎ ǝɔɐɟ oʇ noʎ ǝɔɹoɟ plnoɥs ǝɹɐʇs ʎW ˙ssǝupɹᴉǝM ɟo ǝɹnʇɐǝɹɔ ɐ ʇou ǝɹɐ no⅄”

“Buddy, you have no idea what I’ve gone through. Fuck, I don’t know what I’ve gone through.”

WACK

“You think you can give me my worst nightmares? I have nightmares every single night.”

WACK

“And the funny part, the really funny part? I don’t even know why.”

WACK

“I’m half of a person missing huge chunks of who I’m supposed to be, and you- you think you can conjure something worse than that?”

WACK

WACK

“Don’t make me fucking laugh.”

“St-Stanley, I think you got him.”

“Because all I can fucking do about it is laugh.”

WACK

WACK

WACK

“Because I can’t do anything else about it! It’s either I laugh, or I fucking cry. Like a two year old who doesn’t even know what he’s wailing about anymore!”

“Stanley- Stanley! Enough… Please.”

“I am my worst nightmare-!”

*Ford puts his hand on his shoulder, and Stan stops punching the Gremloblin, who is already bloodied and unconscious*

“Let’s leave… Let’s just leave, come on. We’ll leave together.”

“...Stanford?”

“Yes, Stanley?”

“...I wish I wasn’t like this. I-It’s not that I don’t want to believe you when you say I’m your brother. But what kind of brother am I if I can’t even remember why you care this much? … I don’t remember the person I’m supposed to be.”

“So it’s him, huh? I was betting on you.”

‘Betting on what?’

“On who would have a mental breakdown first - doncha remember what the hick said, IQ? One of you was bound to have one.”

“...When we get back to the cabin, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Aw, you’re finally going to be truthful? I was enjoying the drama.”

“Sure… Hey? It’s raining, right?”

“....Yes. It’s raining, Stanley.”

To be continued…

[spiral-writing-stuff]

hi hi! i saw ur requests were open? (sorry if theyre closed)

Can i request a Akutagawa x gender neutral teen reader? (Platonic ofcou) basically reader looks up to Akutagawa and sees him as a older brother figure and akutagawa sees them as a younger sibling :3 can it be angst also? like where one of them is badly hurt and the other is crying and all that jazz

pls and thank you <3

authors note: Don’t worry! If my bio says requests are open then they are! I just take a while to write because there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life, so I’m really sorry this took so long! Im thinking of splitting this into 2-3 parts because I’m still thinking of how to write the rest of the story, I have the plot already in my head but I just need to put it into words. This request is sooo cute big brother akutagawa is just such a great concept:,) Also so sorry if the angst isn’t good lol I’m not very good at writing creative sad stuff! (Please give me feedback!😭) also sorry if it’s too angsty i think I went a little overboard again. I might edit this story later.

Sorry this took so long!

I also couldn’t decide if reader is older or younger than Gin so you guys decide.

I Hope it’s what you wanted!!<3

On a Silver Night

Content/Warnings: angst, gore, blood/injury, abuse/child abuse, death, Dazai being a bastard, lmk if I missed anything

For as long as you can remember, Ryūnosuke was always protecting you and gin, as if you two are the thing he lives for. which you both are at this point He has always tried his hardest to defend you, gin, and the other children from thieves and abusive adults, he didn’t do it to be righteous, nor did he do it to feel better about himself, he just did. At least, that’s what you thought, it was hard deciphering his intent because everything he did, he did with the same, emotionless stare. People would always mention this fact. Even when he was killing, stealing, or when you found some food or someone told a joke, he always had the same blank expression. You thought it was funny sometimes though he never once showed any emotion, that didn’t matter to you, his actions spoke clearer than any words could.

Like when he would sometimes hug you and gin to keep you warm during cold nights, when he found food he would share it with the two of you first. And if anyone dared to threaten or try to hurt any of you they would be dead in an instant by Rashōmon’s sharp fangs. Yes, his facial expressions didn’t matter, he was trying his hardest to keep you and Gin from experiencing the harsh cruelty of the word, but he was still just a boy himself. There wasn’t much a malnourished and frail child could do, yet he persisted, despite how many times he’d fallen. You looked up to him and had a deep respect for him because of this.

Even though it was a horrible situation all of you were living in, you were happy just to be with your older brother, sister and the other children. Among all the other children, You, Gin and Ryūnosuke were the ones you were closest to.

Until that fateful day, when a group of criminals murdered all the other children in cold blood, leaving You and Gin injured, and Ryūnosuke thirsty for blood.

~ ~ ~

Gin had helped Akutagawa escape but you three got separated amidst the chaos and confusion, you held Gin’s hand tightly as you two ran and ran until you two were exhausted, collapsing onto the damp, cold ground. The air was foggy and cold, the night dark while the moon illuminated your surroundings with a silver light. After a few minutes of struggling to catch your breath you got up from the dirty ground and remembered only Gin was with you, Ryūnosuke had ran off in search of the criminals who killed your friends. Fear and panic shot through your body, terrified that Ryū was going to get himself killed.

“G-gin! W-we have to find Ryū!” You said to Gin in a rushed shaky voice. She swiftly nodded.

You two began running, this time slower due to how tired you both were. You were heading in the direction of where the shipment was said to be taking place.

“Gin! I think we’re almost there—“ you stopped when you saw a tall man walking in your direction with a shorter person. The shorter person had a black coat draped over his shoulders, the man seemed to be waking directly to you now, a smile on his face.

“Be careful Gin.. s-stand behind me..” you got in front of Gin just in case, until you realized the shorter person was Ryūnosuke, his eyes were slightly puffy and tearful, he had been crying. your heart dropping at the sight. Immediately you throw yourself at Ryū pulling him away from the mysterious man

“Just who are you and what are you doing with my big brother?!” You frantically yell at the man, hiding Ryū and Gin behind you

The man glares at you with boredom in his face, as if this was all nothing to him, but then he started to smirk slightly “Brother? Oh, I knew Akutagawa had a sister but I didn’t know he had another sibling. What’s your name?” He said with a mischievous face, He reached out his hand to seemingly pat your head but you smacked it away immediately, surprising him a bit “you didn’t answer my question-“ you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around “Y/n…cough it’s okay..you don’t have to worry..” Ryū weakly said to you. Your heart ached at the sight of his bloodied and bruised face, looking down you can see he has bloody scratches on his knees, arms and legs, his entire body was hurt.

“Hm? Oh, right! Sorry about that! Where are my manners?” He said rather loudly “My name is Dazai Osamu, I just got promoted to a Mafia Executive today, Which means, I now have the authority to do certain things. like taking anyone as my subordinate, and your brother here has accepted my offer.” Dazai said soft-spoken yet somehow overbearing with a kind smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You were confused by the man’s statement, many thoughts ran through your mind;

“Would Ryūnosuke really agree to join the mafia? Especially join through this guy? How would we be guaranteed safety? What if this is just a trap to exploit Ryū’s ability? What if he kills us?”

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a dangerous, slightly condescending soft voice “you don’t have to worry, if i wanted you dead, I would have done so the second I laid eyes on you.” He said to you, it’s as if he read your mind. He was staring into your eyes as you stared back, his eyes void of any emotion, much like your brother’s, except you found a deep cruelness to them, it terrified you.

“Well, it was just gonna be Akutagawa here and his sister, but I can make arrangements, just for you.” His eyes went back to a neutral state “I promise,” he puts his hand on his chest “that the three of you will be fed, clothed, housed and compensated accordingly, as long as you work under me, no one else in the mafia will dare harm you.” Dazai reached his hand out to you, a sweet smile on his face

“so Y/n, do we have a deal?”

~ ~ ~

To be continued.

Notes: it is 5am as I write this, can you believe I’ve been writing and tweaking this since April 7th??!? And this isn’t even that long. What ADHD does to a mf

Honestly I’m not sure if I should continue this, obviously if more people wanna read it than yeah since I have the story already in my head, just need the motivation. So comment and tell me that you want more!!!

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed. Stay hydrated!

[toruro]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Maknae line - having a argument and making up after a fight ? Thank you 🤍 love your work

maknae line + fighting with them

a/n: of course! i’m so glad you’re liking my work! this was a fun write, but writing for vernon for this scenario was sooo difficult for me lmfoa?!?! anyways pt.2 of them making up can be found here and hyung line's version is right here! c: please leave likes/comments/reblogs if you enjoyed!

w/c: 2.1k

seokmin

in large arguments like this, he’s just as much of a mess as you are. you’re both emotional, and while some might think that large arguments like this are impossible between you just because of how soft-spoken he is, they’re so, so wrong. the fact that you’re both so emotionally driven heightens arguments like this, even though they may be rare. you’d both be crying for sure, yet neither of you relent because you want this issue to resolved and you’re both too stuck up in how you’re feeling individually to think about compromises and solutions. it’ll just go back and forth for literally ages until one of you just can’t find it in you to even cry or yell back anymore. once you've both reached your breaking points, it'll be pin-drop silence. neither of you would be saying a word, the only noises coming from the shaky inhales and exhales. eventually seokmin would get up and grab himself a glass of water, retreating to your bedroom afterwards. you use these moments to think about your next actions, but with your mind all foggy like this, all you really want to do is sleep. you debate for a few moments if you should choose to sleep in the guest room or follow seokmin and sleep with him. your head is telling you that maybe you need space but your heart is telling you that you can't bear to be this distant from him in a time like this, and quickly follow in his footsteps, crawling into your spot on the bed next to him without a word. seokmin doesn't speak either, but the way that he shuffles just a little closer to you under the covers sends you the message that things will be okay.

mingyu

i can see him getting *really* worked up by arguments just because he tends to get blinded by his own emotions. when you guys are in an especially big argument, he’d definitely forget completely about what you guys are even fighting over and will try to nitpick at your words because he just lets everything get to your head. oh you want him to change some of his behaviors? that must mean you hate him. and let me tell you this man is SO stubborn that once his mind is set on one idea, as long as he’s angry and heated like this, he will NOT relent at all (thinking abt that one time jeonghan talked abt an argument he had with mingyu where they were yelling so much that jeonghan lost his voice but mingyu kept going help). he’ll be so stuck in his head and it all just builds up and you’d be getting sososo frustrated it would literally bring tears to your eyes and with everything that he’s saying and everything that you’re thinking, nothing is making sense because there’s just so much going on. at some point you feel like you can’t even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth so you cut him off, saying, “mingyu i can’t do this anymore,” and that’ll make him stop dead. you’d realize he thinks you’re talking your relationship in general, and while the silence is thick, you clarify, “this argument. i can’t think right now,” you murmur. you realize that mingyu’s breath is labored and that this entire fight has really taken a toll on you both, and he takes a moment to respond. “okay,” is all he says, and he doesn’t move when you go to the bedroom to grab a pillow and blanket because he only thinks you’re going to get into bed. when you walk out and place the two on the couch, he catches on, quickly catching your wrist before you can lay down. “what are you doing,” he’d ask. “going to sleep?” you shoot back. “okay well sleep on the bed.” you’d shake your head. “i want to clear my mind.” mingyu tugs at your wrist, “okay well do that on the bed.” like i said, mingyu is STUBBORN he definitely won’t relent until you finally agree to sleep on the bed with him, even if you two aren’t pressed up against each other like usual.

minghao

i said this earlier but the yelling-in-each-other’s-faces kind of arguments don’t happen with minghao. with the others, those kind of arguments may be rare but with minghao they are quite literally nonexistent. that doesn’t mean you two don’t argue or have issues, but having them emotionally escalate to that level with either of you can’t even think is just not something minghao or you will let happen. the worst of your arguments are still quite tolling though: you and minghao would start talking faster and maybe not all of your words are thought through but whenever either of you realizes what’s going on, you’d take it as your chance to just stay quiet for a few moments, collecting your thoughts. tonight, you’re both frustrated and emotional and you know that this isn’t the best time to have this kind of conversation. eventually, minghao will say what you’re both thinking: “i don’t think we should talk about this right now.” you agree with him, you know you do, but you’re so upset and desperate to fix this issue and for once you speak without thinking, “then when will we?” and the words come out harsher than you’d like. minghao gives you That Look and you’d falter. “in the morning,” he tells you, “we should sleep now.” he can tell you’re hesitant so he walks across the room to where you’re standing to hold your hand and gently pull you to the bedroom. he understands that you’re still tentative and doesn’t push you to do anything you don’t want, but is still insistent on the fact that he wants the two of you to at least still sleep in the same bed.

seungkwan

petty as fuck. kind of like mingyu in the sense that he would definitely nitpick at your words and make the argument far more stretched out than it should be. you love him and all off his dramatics but in some situations it’s just too much, and this happens to be one of those rare occasions. you’re just trying to get your point across and you get the feeling he isn’t really listening to you—it's infuriating to say the least. you're both upset and frustrated and seungkwan is too angry, too caught up in the moment to catch on. it's when your tears stop steadily falling and you end up bawling into your hands that seungkwan seems to sober up. you're crying out so loud and so hard hat neither you can think, seungkwan standing still on the opposite side of the room while you just bury your head in your hands, trying your best to take in deep breaths and ease yourself. seungkwan is, least to say, astounded with himself. he's still upset, still angry, but the only thought at the forefront of his mind is the fact that you're literally sobbing your eyes out and it's his fault. he's not sure how it came to this point, since the moments before you crying were pretty much just a raging blur for him. now is seungkwan's time to step back and reflect on anything and everything he's said in the past few minutes, eventually making the decision to walk over to you and place a hand on your shoulder, hoping it'll help ground you, help calm you down. and much to his tentative relief, it works, and you're able to start muttering words about how you're too tired to talk about this anymore, sinking into seungkwan's arm further. he feels his soul nearly crush at the sight, pushing any anger towards this situation to the back of his mind before he's pulling you along with him to the bedroom. "sleep," he'd instruct, opening the covers for you, and when you look at him with puffy cheeks and glossy eyes, he sighs heavily, "we'll fix things in the morning, i promise." as you both slip under the covers, you drift off to sleep with the welcoming thought that you know seungkwan always lives up to his promises.

vernon

vernon in a serious argument is reserved. it almost pisses you off how he's just...taking everything in. you'd be talking endlessly about your feelings and trying to discuss the issue and he wouldn't even look at you, having his eyes trained on the ground intently. after what feels like ages of you just pretty much talking to yourself, you sigh in defeat, crossing your arms over each other as you blink furiously, trying not to cry. "can you at least pretend you care?" you spit out without thinking, and you regret it for a moment but then you don't, not if it has vernon looking up at you, seemingly more reactive to your words right now than in the past ten minutes. "i—i'm sorry, i'm—i'm thinking," he'd stutter a bit before looking you in the eyes properly, "i care, you know i do, i just—this is a lot." you want to cry even more now, not because you think he's lying but because you know he's telling the truth—it's glaringly obvious to you now that this issue is, in fact, quite a lot and you know vernon likes to take things slowly. you're honestly a little desperate to get this whole situation resolved right now, but you're tired and vernon is tired and you don't know how you're going to make it work. vernon notices this doubt on your face, stepping forward to take your hand. "i'm so sorry," he'd murmur again when you struggle to meet his eyes, "i just—it's late, and i'm trying to think about everything and it's not making sense right now and i think we need to talk about this later." you want to frown and protest, say that no! we need to talk about this now! but you know vernon's right and that if you keep this up you'll keep going in circles. you'd let out a short hum of approval before letting vernon pull you by the hand to the bedroom. he notices your hesitation to get into bed next to him, but he gives you a look which is filled with so much sincerity that any thoughts you have of sleeping on the couch are withering away.

chan

he’d be very mature about most arguments, but that doesn’t mean he’s the best at controlling his emotions when things get abnormally out of hand. you aren’t sure when this argument escalated from just going back and forth to pretty much yelling at each other from across the room but it happens and you’re not thinking straight—not seeing straight, definitely not through the tears in your eyes. chan would be glossy eyed too, and this whole situation is less about you two being stubborn and more about you both trying to communicate your emotions in it’s full capacity. normally that would be good—you and chan are heavy on being honest about your emotions but when both of you are thinking and feeling so many things, it’s hard to comprehend, let along discuss how you’re feeling. it’s after you go on a long, long tangent about something when chan doesn’t reply, kind of just staring at the floor with a clouded expression. he’d be trying to formulate a response but his brain would be fried and all he can think about his how he painfully wants this issue to be resolved, but fights back the thought that you guys can’t do that right now—not when you’re both so foggy minded. “i’m sorry,” you’d finally whisper, looking down at the ground as well, not finding it in you face chan. “i don’t think we can talk about this right now,” chan says in response with a heavy sigh. “let’s just—“ he takes a shaky breath to run a hand down his face to wipe away some stray tears, “—let’s talk about this in the morning.” you’d follow him to the bedroom and the thought of sleeping in the living room crosses your mind, but when you see chan crash down into the mattress, obviously exhausted, you just *know* your heart won’t let you do that. instead, you crawl into the bed next to him, and while you have a feeling a bit of distance would be good, you can’t help but curl up by chan’s side tentatively, sinking further into the sheets when he grips you closer without a word.

[minnielvrr]

Warned you

Lee: Seungmin Ler: Changbin Word Count: 1k

A/N: Wrote this in an hour😋🤭Got the idea from a random Skz funny moment video🤗💞

“Is this you? Celebrity!” Changbin exclaimed, waving his phone around. Seungmin giggled at his silliness, playing along when the older asked for his autograph.

“Sign my back!” Changbin handed him a black marker and leaned forward, baring his sensitive back.

The playful puppy drew a light squiggly line over the dwaekki’s back with the still uncapped marker, laughing out loud when it had the older yelping and flinching away.

“Yah!” Binnie scratched over the spots, trying to erase the ticklish path the pup had drawn. Continuing his fanboying over Seungmin as the puppy massaged his shoulders.

“Don’t test me Minnie.” He hissed at the younger, smiling when he turned back to face the camera. Seungmin just snickered at him, raising his hands in surrender.

“Look a celebrity!” He told the camera, relaxing in the pup’s hold. Seungmin smirked at his oblivious hyung, using the fact that his guard was down to scribble over the same spot with fervor.

Changbin let out a loud ‘AH’, arching his back away and springing out of his chair. Seungmin giggled, scampering away, not expecting Binnie to follow him.

“W-whahait! Hyung I was jushust johoking!” He lied, breaking out into aa run when he saw that Binnie was quickly catching up to him.

Seungmin made it to the practice room, slamming the door shut only for a shoe to be jammed through the doorway at the last second.

“NO!” He tried to push the foot away with his own as an increasing pressure on the door pushed him back, inch by inch.

And then Changbin slipped in, locking the door behind him. “I warned you puppy. Are you ready for some revenge?”

Binnie’s wiggling fingers had him stumbling back, nervous giggles leaving his lips as he was backed into the wall. “Hyung! Hyung really I can explain!”

“Oh really? What exactly is there to explain Seungminie?” Cue more nervous (and anticipatory) laughter. Seungmin knew what was coming.

“I—I was just…just trying to…”

“Go on.” Binnie had a challenging but slightly amused expression on his face.

“It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish! I used the marker so lightly and it still tickled you hyung! How is that my fault.”

Changbin’s face was flushed, the smug expression wiped off his face completely, replaced by a flustered one.

He sputtered and when words failed, actions always come through. So he tackled the thrashing puppy onto the floor and squeezed at his sides.

Seungmin barked out a laugh, cackles following soon when Binnie kept up the rhythmic motions of his hands.

“Nahahahaha it tihihickles! Changbin hyungahahaha!” The dwaekki was way stronger and no matter how hard Seungmin tugged at those torturous hands, he was left helpless.

He twisted left and right, laughter rising in pitch when Binnie went for his ribs to get a better grip.

Seungmin’s shoes squeaked on the shiny floor as he kicked out, head shaking and hands tapping on the ground.

“Aww who’s the ticklish one now Seungminie? Is this too much for the baby?” Changbin teased him, drilling into each rib as he counted them out loud, feeling giddy when Minnie’s squeals dissolved into frantic yet happy laughs.

“FAHAHAAHAACK!! Move spots! Mohohove spohohots please!” He begged when Binnie stayed on his ribs for what felt like forever.

“Oh? Change spots? Not stop? If you wanted to be tickled so bad, you could’ve just said so puppy~”

Graciously Changbin shoved his hands in Seungmin’s underarms, leaning down to press ticklish kisses to his neck as the puppy giggled and squirmed under his weight.

“Youhohous jeheherk! You’re the one thahahat wants to behe tickled!” The back talk only earned him more tickles and Seungmin couldn’t say he was entirely opposed to this.

The stressed look had been wiped clear from his hyung’s face and the tiredness he’d been carrying all week from their hectic schedules had finally morphed into giddiness pooling in his belly.

After exploring how ticklish Seungmin was on his torso, Binnie curiously scooted down until he was seated on the pup’s calves.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Seungmin was buzzing with eager anticipation. “How bad are your thighs, Minnie?”

The puppy squeaked at the question, opening and closing his mouth but unable to get anything out….until, ”Not as bad as yours.”

“Still being a brat hm? I guess I’ll have to change that.” He gave the pup’s slender thighs a testing squeeze, smirking when just that got him a resounding squawk.

“Cute! Do that again~” All hell broke loose. Changbin’s hands latched onto Minnie’s legs, kneading and squeezing and scribbling the ticklish skin.

As he did, Binnie learnt that Seungmin’s inner thighs were worse than his sides and of course he had to have some fun with that knowledge.

Whines mixed with cackles and peals of laughter as the puppy was thrown into hysterics.

His hands couldn’t reach far enough to defend himself so he clutched at the hem of his shirt as he flailed and giggled.

“SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUNG NOHOHO! PLEASE!! BREAK! I NEHEHED A BREHEHEAK!!”

Binnie laughed at his reaction, letting up and rubbing at the spot. Seungmin gasped for breath, enjoying the short minute he had before the torture would inevitably continue.

“Ready for the finale puppy?” Changbin threw the pup’s shirt up, taking a deep breath before attaching his lips to Minnie’s belly.

Seungmin squeaked and begged but the assault of raspberried that followed made him forget how to even speak.

He threw his head back, hands pushing and slapping lightly over Binnie’s shoulders as bursts of laughter escaped him.

He arched his back, kicked his feet and even tried to conjure up proper words but nothing seemed to work.

It was only when Binnie’s hands now began massaging the sides of his tummy so ticklishly as he continued to blow raspberries that his brain began to function.

“PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP IHICAHANTTAKEITANYMOHOHORE!!” Seungmin’s words were incoherent, his loud desperate laughter drowning them out in seconds before going completely silent.

Tears streaked his red face and the prettiest of smiles adorned his handsome face.

Seungmin’s usually impeccable hair was an absolute train wreck and Binnie couldn’t help but coo at the cute sight, stopping after a few moments.

“Learned your lesson pup?” Binnie asked smugly, pulling the tired boy into his lap and gently rocking him side to side as he gulped down breath after breath greedily.

“Mm not a baby,” he retorted, giving in easily when a warning poke to his side reminded him otherwise.

And just like the pampered little puppy that he was, he demanded to be carried back by his loving Binnie hyung as he quietly plotted his revenge.

[deepdrownlamentt]

hello lola ^^ t'is i :3 may i ask for general relationship hcs w hoshiguma, texas and dusk? ty <3 glockforcer's u lovingly. get glockforcer'd NERD <3

↬ dusk, hoshiguma, and texas dating hcs

content warnings: brief mentions of drinking/alcohol

note: WELL WELL WELL. LOOK WHO WE HAVE HERE. HOW DOES REVENGE TASTE. anwyays i hope u like it ദ്ദിᐢ._.ᐢ₎ i hope u dont get pot 9 swaltered

↬ as DUSK's partner, you've earned the vaguely-coveted privilege of being one of the rare guests she'll accomodate, if not the only one. initially she may scold you for even knocking at her door despite inviting you over, but she's grown to expect your distinct way of rapping at her door, even letting out a little sigh through her nose as you step inside — you took far too long. are you trying to force her to go outside?

↬ a lot of your dates will be of the more unconventional kind, too. occasions where she leaves her room are few and far between, after all. dusk even has a tendency to call anything involving you willingly being nearby — accompanying her back after a mission, or hanging out in her (if you're lucky, even your) room — a date of some sort.

↬ of course, dusk often spouts something or other about how fortunate you are to even watch her paint, let alone spend so much time with her... but the long silences that stretch out between you, punctuated only by the sounds of your breathing, the flick of her brush against paper, the occasional frustrated sigh — stop moving. i have to get your eye right...

↬ ...well, she would be lying if she said she's anything short of fond of them.

↬ HOSHIGUMA is as steady and constant a lover as her shield is a barrier in battle. she wouldn't exactly call herself a creature of habit, but she has a tendency to go looking for you soon after she clocks out from work. her duty is to the lgd, to rhodes island — but her heart belongs to you, as cheesy as it is.

↬ she's very observant when it comes to you, too. she has a tendency to remember some of the smallest details, like how your expression shifts when you're upset or what outfit you wore on a date a few months back. she's just as dependable as she is to her coworkers, but of course, her coworkers aren't privy to the promises she makes to you between kisses, or the way she smiles as she steps into place beside you, one hand on your waist.

↬ on that note, she seems very much like an actions-speak-louder-than-words type of person. she won't be too touchy if you don't want her to be, but that doesn't stop her from offering to carry your bags every time she catches you running errands, or snickering as she helps reach for an object on an annoyingly-high shelf.

↬ one of hoshiguma's favourite things, though, is to rest her head against the crown of yours, whether it be while standing next to you, or while you're wrapped up in her arms. she'll press a kiss to your cheeks, your eyelids, the corner of your lips, the scent of alcohol light on her breath. did you miss her? she had a long day today — couldn't turn down the offer to go drinking with the rest. don't worry, though — from now until the sun rises tomorrow (and the day after that, and after that, and...) she's nothing but yours.

↬ true to the "ice queen" nickname that exusiai gave her, TEXAS isn't necessarily the type to be overly forward with her affections. that doesn't mean she forgoes them entirely, of course — she'd just very much prefer it if she didn't hear exusiai and sora cheering her on from the next room over.

↬ she seems very much like the type of person to not bring up the fact that she's in a relationship until she gets caught calling you her partner, or saying a soft, love you too when you call her while she's at work. she's pretty casual when it comes to other aspects of her relationship with you, too. she'll gladly hold your hand in public, press little kisses to your cheek, wipe away bits of food stuck to your face with her thumb, and the only change in her expression will be the hint of a smile, or the slightest tinge of a blush on her cheeks.

↬ taking you out on drives is an absolute must. it's an important part of the date routine — she'll come pick you up and let you choose the radio station from your spot in the passenger seat. even if you haven't decided on what to do yet, the sight alone of you sitting next to her, your eyes tracing the lungmen skyline as the car rumbles past, is enough for her.

↬ and — don't tell the girls, she'll say amusedly — it's nice to take a break from the sound of gunshots, and explosions, and raucous laughter sometimes. no matter what kind of trouble you might drag her into, she's confident she can pull you both out of it... and as a reward, she gets to watch how your hand shyly inches closer to hers, or feel how your breath stutters as she offers you a taste of her chocolate by pulling you into a kiss.

[yanderes-galore]

romantic concept w/ post scratch dirk with a oblivious darling, please? like they don't see any of his red flags or take people serious when others warn them

I'd love to. Not fully proofread, sorry for mistakes!

Yandere! Dirk Strider with Oblivious! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Lucid yandere, Guilt, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Protective behavior, Isolation, Dubious relationship.

Dirk both feels bad and blessed at your oblivious nature.

He's guilty because he can get away with so much with you, due to him being a lucid yandere.

Yet at the same time he's thankful you won't easily leave him due to his mistakes.

He's surprised when you don't catch on or even defend him.

Others are trying to warn you of what Dirk's capable of.

He's suffocating, obsessive, manipulative...

His obsession will consume you.

Yet you defend your friend valiantly, claiming that the others are just being silly.

Dirk would never do such a thing!

What kind of companion or partner would he be if he did?

Dirk is pleased you defend him... but guilt seeps in soon afterwards.

Behind your back he's using you... and he doesn't want to admit that.

The thought certainly eats away at him as he hangs around you.

People give him weird looks, they know what kind of monster he is.

But Dirk continues to keep up his facade.

He knows what's best for you... he can use this to his advantage...

But should he?

Even as his guilt erodes him he still finds pleasure in how you look at him.

You treat him like he's a caring boyfriend, clinging to him and kissing him.

He's still surprised you don't see anything wrong.

You don't notice the way he isolates you.

You only snuggle closer when his grip is more rough.

You're his oblivious partner... and he thinks he's going to keep you that way.

Surely if you knew the truth... you'd leave him.

You'd run out screaming and leave him alone.

That would be the best option for you to take... such a thought echoes in his mind and makes his heart pang.

Dirk would definitely take advantage of the oblivious behavior his partner expresses.

He feels guilty but tries to remove such thoughts.

It doesn't matter if this is wrong.

As long as you're safe, happy, and his... you'll be fine.

It may feel wrong... but this is right.

After all, if this was wrong, then you wouldn't love him like you do now.

Dirk's telling himself whatever he can to justify his obsession and actions.

He reminds himself of your smile, your warmth, your everything.

Why should he feel guilty when he indulges?

You aren't being hurt... in fact, you're being cared for well.

You're spoiled... safe... and happy.

That's all that matters.

You're in his hands... you're his.

You're his and he's sure you're happy being with him!

That's all he should care about...

There's no need to look into the manipulation he does to you, or the isolation.

You're happy...

You're happy and all his.

[ankmankpank]

4*town members w Aaron Z.’s baby sis!reader hcs🤍

Tw: cussing

Plot is still the same as the first post related to this(pinned!) ur still around 4 which is pretty much not a baby but I couldn’t find a better word, these are just hcs how would they treat you🫶

Aaron Z.

Z. is new to this too, believe me. He doesn’t know what to do with you and he’s scared that he’ll fuck this up, but he’s really trying his best.

He’s kinda amazed by the fact that you just talk. and talk.. and talk… and talk.. and ta- that you basically never shut up.

But he likes it that he can pick you up anytime when you don’t want to do something. Like when you’re trying to run away and he catches up in two steps, swings you over his shoulder and carries you back.

One time Jesse told him to make sure that you’re eating all your vegetables before he left the kitchen. When he came back, Z. was hanging you out of the window and telling you that he’s gonna let go if you’re not eating them. That was when he found out, that’s NOT how you make a kid eat their vegetables.

He knows your mind easily gets stuck on things, so he’ll use that when he has to flee for some reason.

Like one time when you just kept talking when the two of you were shopping, he told you to choose the best smelling fabric softener and you were at that aisle the whole time(he checked up on you sometimes to make sure you’re still there) until he was done with the shopping.

He gives you his phone to play games on🫶

He’d never actually admit it, but he likes to play Barbies with you and create the juiciest drama between some high schoolers. Only when you two are alone though, he doesn’t think he could stand playing with T. or anyone else at all.

He never thought he will be sitting on your bed one day, singing a lullaby to help you fall asleep, which comforts him just as it comforts you. So that happens often.

He actually thinks it’s the safest to you when you’re sitting in his neck(when he's not just simply holding you),so there are a lot of paparazzi photos taken of him, holding into your two little legs as you’re talking to him and playing with his hair, or you’re napping on his head while you’re sitting in his neck. It’s truly adorable.

There’s this paparazzi pic of the two of you on the beach, he’s laying on his stomach(next to Tae reading something but that doesn’t matter) and you’re sitting on his lower back, massaging him. Then on the next photos you very obviously started gathering sand on his back, starting to build a sculpture on him. Truly a bae. (If anyone got closer, they could see you placing small dots of sand on every freckle on his shoulders<3)

He’s the sky before rain and you’re the sky after the rain❤️‍🩹

Robaire

He finds it fun to have his hand on your head, like you’re just sitting next to him and playing with the fact that you can place his fingers around and you can cover your eyes with them. He finds it truly adorable

He adores the way that you’re so different from your brother and how sense it makes

But because he knows how Z. feels about your parents, Robaire is incredibly soft and patient with you. He can see the reason behind your actions and he knows that when you’re tired, your little walls tend to fall down.

He also likes the fact that he’s the one that you come to when you need your shoes tied. He knows that Jesse taught you how to do it after a while, but he can’t help but give in to you when you ask him to do it anyway. You claimed that he does it the best.

The fans went crazy over a pic of him building a sandcastle with you on the beach. It could be both because you two looked too cute and both because sunglasses suit him, the thing what matters is that it was adorable.

He’s strong, of course he’ll pick you up if you ask!!

Jesse

You can always talk to him! No matter it it’s about a dumb show you watched, all the names of your animals in your lego farm or when you genuinely feel like talking about your parents, he’s all ears!

You remind him of his kids, that’s one fact. First, that was why he was more open to you besides the fact that he, like all the members, knew about what did Z. have to face when he grew up. Considering that, he chose to pay a little bit more attention to you, he loves Z., he’d do that for him. But slowly, he managed to get to know you and facts about you besides that you’re unbelievably cute. Like that you’re sincerely nice and always ask him if he’s okay, which means that you’re just as caring as your brother. Who can barely express it, and you express it too much.

Which leads to him actually getting attached to you and getting kinda stressed when you’re left alone with T., who he had to stop from throwing you around so hard that you almost hit the ceiling. And the worst thing is that you vibe with T., so there’s nobody to stop him from accidentally murdering you.

Considering that he has kids, he knows how to put you down. Like when you go to a restaurant with them and he sends you and Tae to pick a table for them, or when you make up a story to entertain yourself and share it with him, he knows how to deal with you.

Aaron T.

You’re always clinging into him?! Nobody sees it when he picks you up, the only thing they see is that you’re either on his back, in his neck, he’s throwing you around, etc. etc.

He loves to play with you! It either can be something physical, like him teaching you how to play badminton, or just building legos and playing with your Barbies.

Him and Tae are your biggest Barbie buddies, it’s just always so funny when they have time so they sit down with you to play Barbies😭 They always start squeaking, using their ‘girl voice’ as they say.

He’s down to go anywhere with you, it only depends on if he can! But like, you wanna go to the beach? Yes! Zoo? Oh my god let’s pet the goats! Amusement Park? He’ll get on anything with you and if you’re not allowed on something yet, he avoids it so you wouldn’t feel bad.

He matches your energy like that, but it’s not like he could ever say no to you. He thinks you’re so cute that it’s painful!

Robaire has this video of you two sitting in front of each other in the garden, rolling a basketball back and forth, cutest thing ever.

There’s also a picture of him sleeping on the couch with you against his chest, you’re asleep too and he’s holding your head. The reason of why did they take the picture was that you were barely falling off the couch, his arm was the only thing holding you up❤️‍🩹

Once he went into the city with you just to pull some girls, he succeeded.

Him actually sitting down and staying in place for more than 30 minutes just to read you some Garfield canon?!?

Tae Young

Your own designer! He throws most of your fits for the day together, sometimes assisted by T. or very rarely, even Z.

He tells you about birds and he shows them to you at the same time! Both because it’s good to educate the kid and both because he knows how big of childhood memories bird sounds can create.

He likes spending time with you, ask him and if he has time he’ll be there and go on a walk with you!

Him and T. take those iconic childhood pictures of you where you’re in sunglasses, they just think it’s awesome.

Their favorite pic of you though is when they dressed you up in T.’s clothes, you looked like a penguin just with a really good style😭

Neither of you noticed, but you hug him everyday! As long as you two are in the same building, you will hug.

Makeup nights with Aaron T.. It can be either you doing their makeup, Tae doing yours and T.’s makeup, T. and you doing his, anything. Along with those, nail painting!