#only really got about to writing it down now

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Clumsy

Love and Deepspace boys x reader

Words (for all): 2.1k

This was requested:

What would all the love interests' reactions be to a clumsy MC who easily gets injured from the simplest things?

I decided to write a small passage about how would they be, with what they might say, and then a small story to follow-up.

I hope that I did the boys justice and that I got a good sense of who they are and how they would act in that situation. 

English is not my first language

Masterlist

Zayne would pick up on your clumsiness right away, though he’d do his best not to make a big deal out of it. A raised eyebrow, a subtle smirk, maybe a dry remark would usually follow. And if it is something more serious, his doctor mode would be immediately activated. No sugarcoating, no false reassurances. Every word, every action would be centered on your well-being as someone who would do everything possible to help you heal.

 “Very impressive. I didn’t know tripping over thin air was a skill. Should I just start bubble-wrapping you now?”

“Perhaps you should slow down. I can't keep patching you up every time you lose a fight with a doorframe.”

“Careful, or I will think the only reason you are with me is for my medical knowledge.”

“Tell me exactly what is wrong.”

“Are you alright?”

“It was just a little fall….”

“Just a little fall? Maybe try watching where you are going next time.”

It happened during a late-night walk back from the restaurant. You were chatting about something when your foot caught the edge of a curb you hadn’t seen. One second you were upright, the next you were stumbling forward, arms flailing for balance.

Zayne didn’t lunge or panic. He simply reacted, his movements fluid and instinctive. His hand shot out to catch your elbow, as though he’d done it a hundred times before. Without a hint of surprise, he helped you regain your balance.

“I see that gravity is still winning with you” he said in his usual dry tone.

You groaned, brushing off your jacket, embarrassed.

 “I’m fine. Totally fine.”

Zayne didn’t buy it. He gave you a quick once-over, his sharp gaze scanning you thoroughly. His fingers grazed your wrist, the touch careful, to ensure you won’t walk away before he was sure you were fully alright.

“You twisted anything?” he asked, his voice lower now, more concerned.

“No, really, I’m good.”  you said quickly, offering a small smile.

His eyes didn’t leave you. “Nothing hurting? Be honest.”

“No. I promise I’m good.”  you repeated, hoping to ease the worry you saw in his eyes beneath the surface of his calm exterior.

 “Good.” A beat. Then, with a sigh and shake off his head, he added, “Please stop trying to pick a fight with the sidewalk.”

Still, his hand wrapped around yours, just to be certain you will manage to stay unscraped. At least for now.  An unspoken promise woven into that simple touch. You knew that even if you did stumble, even if you ended up with the most absurd, self-inflicted injury, he’d be there, and he’d patch you up, every single time.

Sylus would probably tease you about it—affectionately, just the way things always were between you two. He’d be quick to help you up or check if you were hurt. Whenever you tripped over nothing or spilled a drink on yourself, he’d be right there instantly. His teasing would always carry real concern, no matter how casual he sounded. Over time, Sylus would start keeping an even closer eye on you (as if he weren’t already…) 

“I swear, if you hurt yourself again, I’m putting you in a padded suit. Maybe I should have one custom-made for you.”

“Here we go again… Keep this up, and I’m assigning you a personal bodyguard — namely me.”

“It’s quite extraordinary how you manage to hurt yourself so easily, sweetie. You like to keep me on my toes, don’t you?”

“Honestly, how do you even manage to injure yourself on thin air, kitten? You're going to give me gray hair.”

“You already have gray hair.”

“Come on, sweetie, don’t be like that. You do want my help, don’t you?”

You’d agreed to do some boxing with Sylus. The moment you put on the gloves, you felt a rush of adrenaline. Excited, maybe a bit overconfident, you started making your way toward the ring like you knew exactly what you were doing.

And then you tripped.

You heard Sylus chuckle behind you.

“We haven’t even started, and you’re already down, kitten.”

But before you could deliver a proper comeback, Sylus was already at your side. The teasing in his voice melted away as he crouched next to you, his hand on your arm as he gently helped you sit up.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, eyes scanning your face, your knees, your hands. Everywhere you might’ve scraped or bruised. “Are you hurt, sweetie?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

 He raised an eyebrow.

 “Sure? Not too injured to throw a few punches at me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

 “You wish.”

Sylus smiled, standing up and offering his hand again.

 “Come on then. Let’s see if you can stay on your feet this time.”

You took it, and as he pulled you up with tenderness, you had a feeling that even if you tripped ten more times, Sylus would be right there. Every single time. It felt like, no matter how often you stumbled or fell, Sylus would be there, ready to catch you and steady you with all-encompassing care.

After being by your side for so long, Caleb barely even blinked anymore. His reactions had become second nature. One arm would shoot out to steady you before you ever hit the ground, already guiding you back to your feet. Or he would just use his evol for that. Before you could even laugh it off or mumble an apology, he was already checking you over. And once he was sure you were okay that nothing was bruised, he’d flash you that familiar smile. Then came the teasing—some light joke, maybe a story from your childhood when you’d tripped over your own feet chasing after him, just to make you laugh and remind you that you’ve always had him there to catch you.

“You’d think, after all this time, you’d stop tripping over thin air.”

“At least you didn’t trip over your own feet this time. Progress.”

 “Honestly, we should just get you a helmet. Maybe the pink one, like you used to have?”

“You’ve been tripping over your own feet since childhood. Some things never change, huh, Pipsqueak?”

You sat curled up with a book in Caleb's apartment in Skyhaven. Just as you turned a page, a sudden, sharp sting made you flinch, the paper’s edge slicing through your finger. 

“Ouch!” you muttered under your breath, inspecting the small cut. How typical of you, to get hurt while doing something as peaceful as reading.

Before you could even think about finding something to wrap it up, Caleb appeared, crouching down beside you and handing you a tissue. 

“It’s just a paper cut, Caleb. It’s not a big deal.”

“A paper cut? Pfft.  We can’t have that. Let me handle this.”

He stood up with a dramatic sigh and dashed off.

Less than a minute later, he was back, holding up a small, brightly colored bandage box. He opened it and pulled out a bandage, and that’s when you noticed it—the exact type you used to insist on using when you were a child. They were cartoon bandages, with animals, the same ones you begged for every time you scraped your knee as a kid.

You chuckled. “You seriously have these?”

Caleb grinned, already working to bandage your finger. “Of course. When I saw them, I thought of you immediately. No way I’m letting you suffer without the proper gear.”

“Do you remember the time I insisted on wearing them even after I scraped my elbow just a little? I must have looked ridiculous walking around like that.”

Caleb let out a low laugh. “Oh, I remember. You wore them for days, even though your elbow wasn’t hurting anymore. And then you tried to convince everyone you were tough because you had the bandage on for so long.”

You rolled your eyes at the memory. “I was very dedicated to my toughness,”

With the bandage secured, Caleb patted your hand gently. “There. Now you’re all patched up, just like old times.”

You laughed, banking in the familiarity of Caleb's teasing and the small moments that made everything feel like home, regardless of where you were.

After every fall, bump, or accidental spill, Rafayel’s first reaction would be a perfectly teasing comment. If the situation seemed even slightly serious, all that playfulness disappeared in a heartbeat.  He’d spiral into dramatic panic in an instant—equal parts worry and flair—yet still be right there at your side, checking you over with remarkable tenderness beneath the theatrics.

“You know, walking is a pretty basic function. Want me to give you lessons, cutie?”

“If you were trying to turn falling into an art form, I think you’ve mastered it.”

 “Any lasting damage, or just your pride this time?”

“I didn’t realize that bodyguards could be that clumsy. Should I hire someone else?”

It was a calm afternoon in Rafayel's studio.

You reached out for a nearby can of paint, hoping to add a splash of color to a small project of your own. But your elbow betrayed you, nudging an unopened can beside it. Before you could catch it, the can tipped over, and in an attempt to save it, your hand hit the can just enough to redirect it… straight onto the floor.

The bright purple paint splattered everywhere, the content spilling across the floor and right onto a half-painted canvas. 

“Ouch,” you winced as you felt a slight sting in your forearm. 

“Are you okay?” Rafayel rushed over immediately.

You blinked, taking a second to process what had just happened. Your arm hurt a little from the unexpected movement, but nothing too serious. “I’m fine, just a little surprise, that’s all.”

“You're sure?” His eyes watched you with worry, his attention now divided between you and the mess.

“Yeah, all good,” you reassured him.

Rafayel sighed, though he couldn't completely hide the relief on his face.

“Well, this is quite the spectacle,” he teased. “A perfect example of how your love for art is… explosive.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Sorry about the canvas,” you muttered, feeling bad for ruining his work. “I didn’t mean to—”

He waved it off. “Nah, no need to apologize. This is truly beautiful,” he exclaimed, gazing at the purple lines that had now covered the canvas. “It’s a perfect expression of the chaos and beauty that you are.”

It was one of the things that drew you to him. His ability to see the whole picture, to embrace imperfection without judgment. To embrace you exactly as you were.

Xavier would tease you about your clumsiness, but it would never come from a cruel place.  He'd never make it obvious, but over time, you'd notice how he was always just a little bit closer than necessary. As you walked, he'd casually shift his position, putting himself between you and any potential obstacles. His movements would be so seamless you might not even notice how often he seemed to anticipate your next misstep, subtly steering you away from harm without making it a big deal.

“You’re lucky, I make a great human safety net.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I always do.”

“I swear, it’s like I’m training for a rescue mission every time we go anywhere.”

“Let’s nap, hopefully you won’t get injured during that.”

The silence of your apartment shattered with a loud thud followed by a sharp, “Ow—dammit!”

You winced, gripping your shin where the corner of the coffee table had introduced itself violently. Your laptop had clattered to the floor, screen thankfully intact, but your dignity… less so.

You strained to pick it up when, without warning, the door burst open.

“Are you alright?”

You froze, blinking in disbelief, as Xavier stepped inside.

“Xav?” you said, still processing. “How—?”

“I heard the noise. The crash. You.” His eyes scanned you slowly. “You're hurt.”

“It's nothing,” you said quickly, feeling more self-conscious than injured. “Just my pride. The table and I had a disagreement.”

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he crouched down beside you. “I’m not just going to stand by if you’re hurt. Let me see.”

You hesitated but relented. He gently lifted the fabric of your pant leg, inspecting the bruise forming on your shin.

“You’ll live,” he said after a moment, offering a small smile. “But you should ice it. And maybe move the table.”

You laughed, and he finally did too. His voice dropped, more thoughtful now. “Still. I’m glad I was nearby.”

“Thanks for checking on me,” you said.

He looked at you, serious again. “Always.”

And you knew he meant it. Not just as a passing phrase, but as a promise. One that would hold true, no matter what came next.

[heeseungsbabygworl]

hiii if you're comfortable with it... can we please get heeseung and reader watching porn together? 🙏🙏

hi babygirll sorry i'm responding a little late. this was.. well.. interesting?🤨

but sure whatever sails your boat I guess🤷‍♀️ (im joking I love). hope you enjoy babygirls!❤️

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"Press Play" — Lee Heeseung

[request] “press play” — lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre: kpopidol!au, smut, tension, kind of cute (?), one-shot

warnings: explicit sexual content (MDNI), porn-watching scene, mutual teasing, embarrassment, tension, oral (f receiving), protected sex, praise, slightly shy!heeseung turning into confident!heeseung

wc: ~2.9k

📝: i had fun writing this one lmao. also, just to make it 100% clear, im not assuming anything about heeseung having an entire folder of porn videos with tasteful thumbnails. (leave room for jesus)

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“Bet you’ve got some saved on your phone.”

It started with a dumb conversation.

The kind that only happens after midnight, after snacks, after your third can of soda, when the world feels a little off and your guard’s all the way down.

You and Heeseung were sitting on his bedroom floor, legs stretched out, backs propped against his bed. Some random horror movie was playing on low volume in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore.

He tossed a popcorn kernel into his mouth, chewed, then said:

“Wait, be honest. You’ve never watched it?”

You blinked. “Porn?”

“Yeah.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Obviously I’ve seen it, Heeseung. I’m not a nun.”

He snorted. “Okay, okay. But like… watched watched it? Properly? With full volume and no shame?”

You stared at him. “Why are you so specific?”

He shrugged, half-laughing. “I don’t know. I just feel like everyone either pretends they don’t or they act like they’re directing the next one.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, you want to have a deep philosophical discussion about amateur vs studio?”

“I mean, now I do,” he grinned. “Thanks.”

He caught it easily, smirking. “Bet you’ve got some saved on your phone.”

You threw a pillow at him. “You’re so annoying.”

You scoffed. “Bet you’ve got entire folders.”

“One folder. Very organized. Tasteful thumbnails.”

You laughed so hard you nearly choked on popcorn. “Heeseung, what the hell—”

“I’m just saying! You can tell a lot about a person from what they choose to watch.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So what do yours say about you?”

He hesitated. Smirked. “That I’ve got a thing for messy girls who talk back.”

Your stomach flipped. You tried to ignore it.

“…Right.”

You were both quiet for a beat.

Then he said, too casually, “You wanna watch one?”

You looked at him sharply. “What?”

“Not, like, weirdly,” he added quickly. “Just out of curiosity. I’ve never—” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never watched one with someone else before.”

You stared.

“Unless that’s weird,” he mumbled, suddenly a little pink in the ears. “It’s probably weird.”

You paused. Thought about it.

Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you said, “Okay.”

His head snapped up. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound way cooler than you felt. “Why not. I’m curious now.”

Another beat of silence.

Then he grabbed his laptop from the bed, flipped it open, and cleared his throat like he was about to present a slideshow on the fall of Rome.

“This is so dumb,” he muttered, typing something in. “We’re gonna laugh and never speak again.”

“We already do that weekly.”

“Touche.”

You scooted a little closer, both of you leaning in, the laptop screen glowing between you. He scrolled.

There were thumbnails. Suggestive titles. A lot of skin.

You blinked. “Wait, you really weren’t kidding about the thumbnails being tasteful.”

“I told you. I have standards.”

You both hovered for a second. Then he clicked.

Volume low. Buffering. Your heart was already racing and nothing had even happened yet.

The video started. Breathy music. Kissing. Moaning.

And suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore.

You felt it shift—the energy in the room. You peeked at Heeseung. His jaw was tense. His eyes were on the screen, but his fingers flexed slightly over the keyboard.

He glanced at you. You glanced at him.

Neither of you said a word.

The moaning on screen got louder.

Not obscene. Just... unmistakable.

And somehow, that was worse.

You tried to look casual. Eyes glued to the laptop like you were watching a cooking tutorial instead of a very naked couple doing very not-safe-for-school things.

Heeseung didn’t say anything either. Which was wild, because he always said something.

Your knee brushed his.

Neither of you moved.

You swallowed. Loudly. “So.”

“So.”

You were hyper-aware of everything. The way your shoulders were slightly touching. The warmth of his thigh next to yours. The scent of whatever shampoo he used—something clean, boyish, irritatingly attractive.

“Do people actually do it like that?” you mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the screen.

He snorted. “No. Real people don’t arch that much. Her back’s gonna snap.”

You laughed, and it broke the tension just enough. You leaned into his shoulder instinctively.

He didn’t move.

“You’re not weirded out?” you asked.

He hesitated. “No.”

You turned your head, and that’s when you realized how close you were.

Really close.

His face was angled toward yours, barely a breath away. The glow of the laptop cast his jaw in sharp light. His eyes flicked down to your lips before he quickly looked back at the screen.

It was subtle.

But not subtle enough.

Your heart stuttered.

You should’ve backed off. You didn’t.

“…This is kinda hot,” you said, almost teasing.

His breath caught.

“Yeah,” he said, voice lower now. Rougher. “It is.”

Silence again.

The kind that buzzes.

On-screen, things were escalating. Hands. Tongues. Breath.

You felt it in your spine.

“I’m not really watching it anymore,” you said softly.

He turned to you again, slower this time.

You didn’t know what possessed you to say it, but your voice came out barely above a whisper.

“I’m watching you.”

He blinked.

“Say that again,” he said, voice wrecked.

You didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in—tiny, inch-long shift.

But it was enough.

Heeseung kissed you like he’d been holding back for months. Like he hadn’t known if he was allowed. Like he wanted to get it wrong but still try anyway.

It was warm and messy and a little breathless. Nothing like the stuff on screen. Better.

His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw, the other gently tugging you closer. Your legs shifted until you were nearly in his lap, laptop half-forgotten beside you, moans still echoing from the tinny speakers.

He pulled back slightly, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again. Deeper.

Hungrier.

And this time, he made the sound.

Your breath hitched when Heeseung’s lips found your neck—soft, tentative kisses that turned bolder with every heartbeat.

“This okay?” he murmured, voice low and breathy against your skin.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

More than okay.

You shifted in his lap, straddling him fully now, knees on either side of his thighs. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe you were really doing this.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he admitted.

You smiled. “You could’ve said something before loading porn.”

“I panicked.”

You laughed—breathless, nervous—and kissed him again to shut him up.

His hands found your waist, sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips skating over bare skin. You shivered, arching into his touch.

“I didn’t think,” he said between kisses, “you’d actually say yes.”

“To watching?”

“To this.”

You leaned in, forehead to his. “Stop thinking.”

And he did.

He tugged your shirt off slowly, watching your face like he was memorizing it. Then his hands were on your hips again, squeezing gently, pulling you down to meet the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel—God, you feel so good.”

You rolled your hips instinctively, both of you gasping at the friction.

“You’re hard already?” you teased.

“You’re on me.”

You giggled, and he kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands slid up your sides, fingertips brushing the edge of your bra. He hesitated.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

He reached behind you, fumbling a bit—and you bit back a grin at how red his ears went. “I swear I’ve done this before,” he muttered.

“Totally convincing.”

But then it unclasped, and he slid it off with gentle fingers, his breath catching at the sight.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

He leaned down, mouth finding your chest—soft, reverent kisses that turned into warm, open-mouthed licks over sensitive skin. Your hands threaded into his hair, tugging gently as you gasped.

“Heeseung—”

He sucked a little harder, and you moaned, grinding down again. His hands gripped your waist tighter.

You could feel him straining beneath you, but he wasn’t rushing.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me.”

“Lower,” he said, voice hoarse.

Your stomach fluttered.

You nodded.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing heat and slick.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so wet.”

You buried your face in his neck, and he laughed softly. “Shy now?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm,” he hummed, fingers sliding slowly between your folds. “You like it when I talk, though.”

You gasped as he brushed your clit.

He grinned.

“Like that?”

“Yes—fuck—Heeseung—”

He rubbed slow circles, watching every twitch of your face, like he wanted to learn every part of you. Then, gently, he slipped a finger inside. You clenched around him.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Tighter than I imagined.”

“You imagined?”

“Baby,” he said, kissing your jaw, “do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”

You whimpered as he added another finger, pace steady and deep, the wet sound of it only drowned out by your breathing.

“I wanna taste you,” he murmured suddenly.

You blinked, dazed. “What?”

He smirked. “Lie down.”

You did.

He tugged your shorts and underwear down together, kissing down your stomach, thighs, knees, until you were bare in front of him and shaking.

He looked up. “Still okay?”

“Please.”

That was all he needed.

He dove in—slow licks at first, warm and teasing, then firmer, tongue circling your clit while his fingers stayed inside you, curling just right.

You moaned—loud, shameless.

“That’s it,” he mumbled, mouth still on you. “Let me hear it.”

Your hips bucked.

He held you down and sucked harder.

It didn’t take long—you came with a gasp, thighs trembling, fingers gripping the sheets.

He kissed your inner thigh, lips sticky, eyes glazed. “You taste unreal.”

You reached for him, tugging at his shirt. “Off. Now.”

He stripped fast, then slid out of his sweats—fully hard now, thick and flushed. Your mouth fell open.

Heeseung blushed. “Stop looking.”

“You’re hot.”

He laughed, grabbed a condom from his drawer, and rolled it on. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he hovered over you, noses brushing.

“This is really happening,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft. “It is.”

He lined himself up, eyes on you.

And then, slowly, carefully, he pushed in.

You gasped, legs wrapping around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.”

He moved slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper—rocking into you with every slow, intense thrust.

You clung to him, nails dragging down his back, both of you panting.

“Faster,” you begged. “Please—”

He obeyed, pace picking up, hips slamming into yours, skin on skin loud in the quiet room.

You met every thrust, moaning his name, gasping his praises.

“Look at me,” he said, voice wrecked. “I wanna see you when you come.”

You did—trembling under him, crying out as you tightened around him and fell apart.

He followed right after, groaning your name into your neck as he spilled into the condom, body shaking.

You laid there tangled together—breathing, kissing, not saying a word.

Eventually, he pulled out, disposed of the condom, then crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around you like it was the only thing he was sure of.

You rested your head on his chest.

“I should delete my folder,” he mumbled.

You giggled. “Keep it. We might need inspiration next time.”

He paused.

Then grinned.

“There’s gonna be a next time?”

You kissed his collarbone. “There’s gonna be a lot of next times.”

[strawb3rryhachi]

i don’t talk about the other LADS guys much but caleb is def the poster boy sub.

He’s so so good at following direction, hanging onto your every word and following orders to a ‘t’. He is the colonel after all.

That is until he’s seen what punishment is. It started off small, small teasing, assuring you what you were doing wasn’t enough, that he could take more and more. Assuring you that you were being too soft.

“You’ll be on cleaning duty today.” Your huff, sending a glare his way out of the corner of your eye, feigning frustration. You have to turn your head away from him to hide the utter glee you feel seeing his looming form on his knees, so perfectly submissive.

Cleaning your panties with his tongue? Easy, you didn’t even have to ask. He’d already been doing it in secret, eyes lolling back as he sucks your essence from the pretty fabric.

“Oh no, Caleb. I think you misunderstand me.” You smile, eyes alight with primal desire. “You’ll be cleaning your mess from them.”

His eyes blow wide, panties still caught between his lips. His cock is throbbing, painfully hard. The pleasure stirring within the two of you is almost palpable, reverberating in the spaces between.

“Go ahead, pull that pretty cock out.” And truly you ached to see it. Watching as he pulled his pants down, long, heavy dick springing out and slapping against his stomach with a loud smack!

“Can I touch myself, now?” He begs, purple eyes boring into yours as he pulls the fabric from his mouth.

“Yes, pet.” You stride over to him, hands pushing his hair back from his sweat slick forehead, eyes practically turning to hearts as he wraps the pink fabric around his staggering girth, leaning into the comfort of your hand.

“Such a big cock for such a pathetic man.” You croon, a mocking grin taking over your face. Both of his veiny hands are wrapped around his length, fabric gripped tightly underneath them. His flushed face hides nothing, always the open book when it came to being dominated and demeaned by you.

“I- Is this all, pipsqueak?” He lets out a shaky laugh, craving more.

“Well if this isn’t enough, should we let the whole fleet know what their big, mean colonel is really like?” His eyes lock onto your phone, camera pointed directly at him. His balls squeeze, pulling tight to his body. Fucking up into his hand as he hears you press record.

“Please.” He begs, “Please show everyone what a mess you make of me.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sorry this is kinda half assed, i just got the idea and rushed to write it! plus toji and sylus are really the only guys who get me super hot and heavy lol

xoxo

Hachi

[ohburgee]

HAI HAI I AM A BIG FAN OF UR WRITINGS‼️‼️

I hope you're doing well and having a nice day! Can i request for a 1x1x1x1 x reader? Like, image during pre-forsaken, reader as shed's close friend and take care (or keep her company) of 1x4 for him (i apologize in advance if i dont get the lore right t_t) and after forsaken'd he and reader will have a reunion. I kinda prefer romantic more, but its up to you to decide!

Feel free to ignore this! Tysm <3

an: I really appreciate that you are big fan of my writings, and I hope you have a great day. I hope I got your ideas, and I just did a bit of romance on it. Thank you for your beautiful request, anon <3

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦

1x1x1x1 x Gn!Reader

tw: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, and mild horror themes.

Shedletsky, your close friend, asked you to keep his creation, 1x1x1x1, company. You didn’t hesitate; you always wanted to help your best friend.

“I’m sorry I have to ask this of you,” Shedletsky said as he adjusted his coat. He was heading off to meet Builderman for a development project they’d been planning.

“No, it’s fine. I’m happy to help,” you replied with a smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a green figure with long white hair sitting quietly in a chair, looking like someone who had been forgotten.

“Well… thank you again,” Shedletsky said. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to you and added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring fried chicken when I get back.”

You closed the door behind him and walked toward 1x, who remained silent, his gaze lowered.

“Are you going to stay quiet?” you asked, glancing around the peaceful, quiet room. 1x didn’t respond, still staring at the floor.

“You know, I heard you and Shed don’t have the best relationship,” you said, standing up from your chair. “But he actually cares about you.”

Finally, 1x lifted his head and looked at you.

“He’s lying. He doesn’t show it,” he muttered.

Your smile faltered for a moment before you brought it back. “Even if he doesn’t show it, I know he cares. He just doesn’t like to show emotions openly.”

He looked at you again, as if your words had struck a chord.

“Don’t let those negative thoughts get to you, 1x,” you said with a soft smile.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and you noticed.

“How about some cake? I’ll bake one,” you said as you got up from your chair. “You can help me.”

He followed you into the kitchen, handing you ingredients as you worked.

Once the cake was in the oven, boom. A delicious chocolate cake was done. You both ended up eating it peacefully, laughing together as you comforted him with sweet words about him and Shedletsky.

You just wanted to keep him happy. And he was trying.

...

But everything changed.

Like an asteroid crashing down and wiping everything away.

You and Shedletsky were suddenly teleported to a strange place. A game, Shedletsky said. A survival game. The goal: survive.

You both managed to make it through a few rounds. Now, the next one was about to begin.

You looked up at the sky, wondering what had happened to 1x. You and Shed had vanished without warning, leaving him behind.

*Damn it,* you thought. *He must think we abandoned him.*

A loudspeaker crackled to life. The next round had begun.

You stayed close to Shedletsky, he was the only one you trusted here. You followed the others too, but staying near Shed felt safer.

Then, a sudden slash of a sword separated the two of you. Before you could run back to him, someone approached.

The killer.

“Go, Shed!” you yelled. He hesitated, but nodded and ran, just as you did, taking a different path.

You heard footsteps closing in. Before you could reach a nearby building, black tendrils wrapped around you and dragged you toward the killer.

You gasped when you saw a familiar green aura. Your eyes widened.

It was 1x.

But he looked... different. Dangerous.

He pulled you close, and you stared at him, shocked and worried.

“1x…” you whispered.

He lowered his sword and gently cupped your cheek. “I found you, my dove,” he said with a smile, sinister and unlike the gentle one you remembered.

“W-what happened to you?” you asked.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “You’re supposed to ask me if you missed me.”

You looked at him, confused, but yes, you had missed him. You hugged him, and he hugged you back. His white hair was longer now. You reached up to touch it gently.

He noticed and chuckled. “It grew out. I took your advice.”

You smiled faintly, remembering how you told him to grow it out. But your mind quickly returned to the present.

“Shed… he’s—”

“No. Don’t mention him,” 1x snapped, his expression darkening.

You blinked, confused. Before you could speak, someone appeared, another player. He raised his sword and knocked you out before you could react. The tendrils carefully lowered you to the ground.

As your consciousness faded, you watched 1x begin slaughtering the remaining survivors.

You wanted to stop him, but everything was going dark.

“Sleep, my dove. I’ll wake you when we’re alone… together.”

n: since I'll be limiting my Forsaken content, I'm going to fulfill the Forsaken requests that you send to me, thank you again for your request/ideas <3

[yandere-sins]

This idea came to me and I've waited a long time to actually write it, but the time is finally here!! I dedicate it to the Tsaritsa's handmaiden!reader anons, I got so overwhelmed back then that I just dropped the topic which was really not fair of me. Hope you guys enjoy!

Characters: Yandere!Childe (Genshin Impact) x AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Exhibitionism, Public sex, Non-Con, Pregnancy/Impregnation Kink Mention, Needy Male, Biting), Blood Mention, Possessiveness

Snow never tasted so bad in his mouth.

For as long as Childe could remember, snow had always been bland and froze his tongue as he shoved handfuls of it into his mouth. It was iron-y from the taste of his own saliva, cold like the lonely nights.

To him, it was home.

But he couldn't say the same about it anymore as he marched into the Tsaritsa's palace, a building frozen over with her grief and suffering. It was beautiful in its own way, and yet, no concern of his. The snowflakes caught in his mouth as he had conquered the snowy path to the entrance, had not tasted like home. They tasted like an attempt to dissuade him, slow him down to get to the one true warmth he longed for.

It's been months since the last time he buried himself in your cunt.

Months of loneliness, of longing. Months that Childe spent palming his cock in the most indecent places, imagining you were there to take care of his need instead. But your image wasn't enough. It didn't thrill him the same way as chasing you did. Didn't fulfill him like the nights he spent searching every nook and cranny for you, only to be unable to find you, so he would go to your place of rest to fuck your pillow instead to release the tenstion.

It was nothing like that one time he managed to pin you down into the snow, push your skirt out of the way, and sink into you for only a moment. A brief moment that he was carelessly lost in the pleasure of your sweet, warm pussy, making it easy for you to escape out from under his grasp and disappear into the night without him fucking you properly. He could remember what it felt like to be buried inside you, but could never replicate that feeling with anyone else. Childe had been sent on this awful, long mission before he could finish what he started, all while longing for you.

Even now, he wasn't sure if the sight of you, standing behind the Tsaritsa's throne, would make him lose all control. If he could keep his composure in front of his boss when his cock was ready to burst at the smallest glimpse of you. Even if his memories grew hazy, his cock would always remember the feeling of being enveloped by you, longing to return to and unite with your sex.

Imagine the surprise when he entered the great hall, brilliant blue eyes scanning the even more brilliant white everywhere for a speck of warmth reflecting from frozen pillars, only to find none. "Tartaglia," the Tsaritsa called out, a polite, kind smile on her lips even though nothing about her screamed friendly, and he winced, forced to direct his focus where it mattered.

Even though everything screamed at him to go find you.

It was a long, unnecessarily edging meeting. Childe could barely contain himself, the nervousness of knowledge that you must be around somewhere as the Tsaritsa's handmaiden, killing him from the inside. There was an unusual sheen of sweat collecting on his forehead as he occasionally dared to look away and scan the room. It was so unlike him to be this much on edge, as if he was high on drugs—which you were to him—but the throbbing of his cock never let him live down the idea of finally burying himself in you.

"That will be all."

These four words were enough to make him snap. He uttered a barely audible, "Thanks, bye," before storming back the way he came from, leaving everyone in attendance a little more confused than before. There was always so little time to catch up to you, the chase neverending as you had proven over and over. In the hallway, servants were mingling, cleaning and repairing things, all of them faceless and looking the same to him, not worth bothering with.

Childe weaved between the countless maids and butlers, the guards standing around straightening up ever so slightly as he passed them by. He caught glimpses of everyone but dismissed them as soon as he realized they weren't you. He'd have known you from the tip of your nose, even though everyone wore the same clothes and headwear, looking almost like Dottore's clones with hardly any distinctions. Normally, Childe didn't care for the servants, but at that moment, he hated them. No matter how good he was in figuring you out, every second he could save from searching could be spent with his cock between your thighs.

People came and went as he scouted through the hallway, checking over his shoulder as if he was the one being hunted. Haunted, was probably more correct, as the thought of you was like a ghost that ran shudders down his back and made his cock throb. The hallway was branching off into smaller, less crowded areas. Fewer servants, fewer guards, more places to sneak into and hide as you always did.

He was desperate to find you, but without even a hint, Childe grew restless and hopeless at the same time. It wasn't often he felt the latter, his shoulders sacking ever so slightly as he raised his eyes to the ceiling, mustering the intricate, frozen decorations made on the building. They were beautiful. Like you. Rarely seen and yet, ever so perfect and admirable. But they also left him with a sense of longing as they were so unreachable. Would it be the same for you?

Taking a deep breath, the cold managed to clear his mind, thoughts so heated from his desire that he hadn't been able to really focus. You had to be somewhere, even if hidden from his sharp eyes. But no matter how well you could hide, Childe had long figured you out enough to find you anywhere.

Squeak.

He smirked.

He knew the sound better than anyone. It was a sign, obviously, as you still wanted him to come and find you. Otherwise, you'd have thrown away your old shoes in favor of new, not squeaky ones to break in before his arrival, regardless of the fact that they had been a gift of the Tsaritsa. The cold had already crept into his bones as he turned his head to the left, one squeak enough to tell him which of the countless, branching hallways you were in.

Even with everyone else moving around him, time seemed to slow as he took soundless steps towards where you dusted an old, unlit fireplace. He imagined this chase after his long absence to be grand, to completely wear you two down to the point you'd be lazily fucking in an empty room from exhaustion. But you had chosen a more direct approach, hiding in plain sight and yet, still apart from the crowd.

Childe could tell from the way you dusted that fireplace, your posture straight, head held high, lightly flicking the feather duster over the stone, that it was you. Undoubtedly. He saw the slight flinch in your posture as you noticed him from the corners of your eyes, his presence too strong to ignore with his fiery gaze burning holes into you. You turned, ready to leave in a hurry again and make him hunt you down like you seemed to love so much, but Childe was faster.

You must have underestimated what an obsessive need could do to someone's ferocity. Especially someone like Childe, who was out of control even without your influence. He crossed those last few steps without a sound, and yet, faster than you could step away from the fireplace, one of your gloved hands landing on the intricate stone rim as Childe's arm wrapped around you, his hand gripping between your thighs and pulling your ass against his fully erect cock.

A moment of complete silence passed you both, neither moving but waiting for the other to make a mistake that would either make or break this closeness. It was Childe who broke the silence first, taking a deep, audible breath before breathing it out, his face burying into the nape of your neck, pressing his lips to the small rim of skin above your collar.

"Found you. Missed you," he whispered, his grin widening while he placed his legs next to yours, forcing you to face towards the fireplace again and caging you there. His hands driving down your sides, you made a push backwards, your strength immaculate, especially when it caused your plush asscheeks to wrap around his shaft. Childe bit his lip, almost ready to explode from that alone, but luckily, the layers of fabric between you two took out some of the edge.

No one stopped to help, even as your hands curled into fists, and he gripped the fabric of your skirt, bundling it upwards. Childe cared very little for the servants passing by you two, unable to see much but they weren't stupid enough to interfer, stearing clear of him. He could feel the intricate fabric of your stockings, hooking his fingers around the garterbelt that kept them up and letting it snap back in place, making you flinch.

You must have been infuriated, body shivering ever so slightly as you tried to wring yourself out of his hold, Childe's fingers digging so deep into your skin that he was drawing blood. He couldn't see your face, but Childe knew it took everything you had to keep your composure, your little promise to the Tsaritsa already known to Childe. You couldn't kill him, even if you wanted.

Honestly, it excited him even more thinking about you trying to stab him.

Fingertips grazing your panties lightly, Childe felt the shape of your cunt, applying pressure to open your lips so he could test the waters. Did you miss him, too? Did you anticipate this as much as he had? Would he find you wet and ready for him after all this time apart? Childe couldn't imagine that the thought of his return didn't excite you even just a little. That your heart didn't race knowing you'd have to tiptoe around him again.

Eagerly, he curled his fingers over and over, thumb flicking your clothed clit as he caressed your pussy. Despite his own cock straining and pressing against his pants like crazy, demanding to be freed from its prison, he made sure to prepare you first, willing to wait if it meant you were ready to take all of him immediately. Who knew how much time he had before bursting. Everything had to be perfect this time.

You twisted in his hold, his hand grabbing your breast and squeezing it hard to secure you in place. It gave him the pleasure of hearing you whimper once as you straightened instead, his weight at your back pushing you towards the cold stone in front of you as he played with your breast, making sure the cold would stimulate you.

With his free hand, he loosened the buttons on your blouse, making the collar drop enough so he could pepper your skin with kisses, suckling at your nape before giving it a possessive bite. You shuddered, not allowing your sweet voice to ring out even if it hurt you, but to Childe, this was a necessary evil. A mark you couldn't erase so easily, proving to everyone and himself that you belonged to him.

"Mr. Ta- Tartaglia," you breathed out his Tsaritsa-given-name, and it had never displeased him so to hear it than when it fell off your lips.

"Ajax," he corrected, and you shook your head ever so slightly in refusal, angering him.

"This is inappropriate, please mind you manners," you tried to reprimand him, and Childe simply huffed a laugh into your ear, raising his hand with which he had petted your pussy to show you the strings of juices dripping from them.

"Don't try to be all goody-two-shoes when I felt you grinding against my hand."

"It's because this position is uncomfortable! Don't be crude!"

"Sure, if you say so."

Reaching between your legs again, you flinched as he dragged the nail of his thumb through your folds before disappearing to reach for his belt. Even with his patience, Childe had long surpassed his limits. The longer he waited, the more time he gave you to escape. You talking to him was rare enough, a clear sign that you were already plotting how to get away, and Childe realized he couldn't take another chase with his cock so painfully hard between his legs.

Like always, you struggled as you felt his shaft slip between your thighs, your plush skin welcoming him, and he groaned into your shoulder, ready to burst. Everything about you was so perfectly made for him, able to make him come in mere seconds. But if he had the choice between your legs and your now sopping wet cunt, he'd take the latter for now, your thighs a delicacy for another day.

He had to take the chance for as long as he could.

Drawing back his hips, he angled his shaft upwards, quickly using his hand to pull your underwear to the side. You gasped as, without warning, he snapped his body forward, burying himself deep inside you with no regard, your insides clenching and holding on to him with a tightness that could only belong to you.

You were deliciously upset, trying to lift yourself off him, which he allowed, plunging you back down at the last second. Childe felt the pearls of precum rise and leak into you, his cock ready to give you a perfectly good reason to stay with him forever. A family sounded like such a good idea now that he was back and ready to settle with you after the endless chases you two had in preparation for this moment.

Pushing you forward, Childe forced you up on your tiptoes, your knuckles turning pale as you gripped the rim of the stone fireplace in front of you. At the same time, your other hand had reached back, fisting his shirt to the point of ripping at it. Did you want him to not leave you so desperately? Adorable.

"So... good..." he mumbled into your shoulder as he pressed his cock even further inside you. Hilting you simply wasn't enough; Childe wanted to fill every inch of you, leaving no space for anyone else in your head and body. "You feel so good around my cock, baby."

"S-Stop!" you demanded, your voice cracking as Childe slammed his cock forward.

"I've waited so long for this, no chance I can stop now."

With very little movement outwardly, Childe humped you, reaching always an inch deeper every time he lodged his cock inside. You clutched his clothes, trying to tear them away and him off you. Still, he kept going, grunting softly into your shoulder, anticipating every sweet sound you suppressed by biting your tongue.

"S-Sir!" You wanted to sound stern, but instead, you mewled.

"Ajax," he growled back, picking up the pace as punishment for calling him the wrong name again.

Everyone could see what was happening between the poor maid and the Harbinger, but no one dared to say anything. Childe made sure that they couldn't see anything they weren't supposed to, by hiding you from view with his body and cloak. But the sounds you two made, albeit muffled, made most of the staff scurrying around you two blush and hurry by.

He didn't care.

All that mattered was your soft, squelching cunt opening up for him and swallowing his cock like a playful little temptress. He could kiss your soft skin and smell the expensive scents that the Tsaritsa made you wear, all while nibbling, assaulting, and marking you like the madman he was. You were everything, capturing every thought and sense of his as Childe felt himself come undone.

"So tight," he groaned, leaving almost no space between your bodies.

His hips picked up the pace, more desperate and eager than before. Soon enough, he lowered the arms he had caged you with, digging his fingers into your hips instead, guiding your flesh up and down his shaft to get himself off. Soon, he'd give you a beautiful little family and you'd forever warm his bed, ready to take his cock at any given time. The chase, although he'd miss it, would come to an end if your belly was round and swollen with his child and he'd get to take a different job around Snezhnaya so he could go home to you and the kid every evening and proceed to fuck you senseless every night. It would be a dream come true—a final, successful hunt.

You were letting out the prettiest gasps as you reached for his wrists, trying to break them with how crushing your grip was, but even so, Childe wouldn't let go. He was obsessed with finally finishing inside you, claiming you in a way no one else had. You were a shuddering mess impaled on his cock and he'd have not wanted you any other way.

Your cunt was dripping with juices by now, letting Childe know you were ready to cum and welcome his seed; ready to finally cave and become all his. You'd be such a pretty mommy, carrying his child and making him a daddy, all while trying to explain to everyone you worked with that you didn't get pregnant while you were assaulted in the hallway. You'd admit you did it with him on other occasions just to save face.

Childe would happily help this lie be more convincing.

Between grunts, he couldn't help but whimper as his thrusts became irregular and hard, all with the purpose to go as deep into you as possible and feel you completely. You were helping him, rocking your hips high and teasing his tip with your shuddering walls until he was finally close enough to taste the sweet release.

Childe groaned loudly, feeling his cum rush through his shaft when you suddenly pushed away from him. There was too much to think about and focus on, and his brain was overwhelmed with all the tasks, giving you the chance to escape. Your breaths were heavy as your cunt slipped off his dick, and you let out a soft gasp before pushing your skirt down and walking off quickly with your gaze lowered, not looking at anyone or anything.

You left him behind to fend for himself.

Unable to stop it, Childe spilled his cum all over the freshly cleaned fireplace, strings of white seeping into the stone pitifully as his seed was wasted on it. He couldn't think straight; he just kept coming pitifully, with his head fallen back and his hips jutting into the air.

You fucking minx.

Leading him on and then disappearing. You waited until the last moment for your escape, ruining everything Childe had built up to. What about your orgasm? Your pleasure? Could you just endure leaving without? Would you get it from someone else?

Panic and anger zapped through him as the last of his cum shot pitifully out of him. He'd not let anyone else make you orgasm. Not another servant, a lover, not even the Tsaritsa! Maybe he didn't finish like he wanted, but that gave no one else the right to enjoy themselves with you. You were his and his alone.

A grin spread over his lips as he stared at the cold, intricate patterns on the ceiling once again. Now, they looked so much more beautiful, even as they were unreachable. Because you weren't. He found you once and he'd find you again, his cock twitching as anticipation spread through him. He'd make you cum so hard, you'd see stars. And then again and again until you could think of nothing else but him, bewitching you in the same way you had him. You'd want no one else, unable to think of anyone beside Childe and his cock when he was done with you.

Once more, the chase was on.

And Childe wouldn't want it any other way.

[elliestwoleftfingerss]

marry that girl, marry her anyway - simon riley x female!reader

author's note: i was in a writing mood, so voila! (my cat was sat in my lap and i couldn't move, so i was forced to do something Imfao shush)

synopsis: you and simon make a pact to marry at thirty if you're both still single.

pairing: childhood best friend!simon riley x female!reader

proofread: none.

warnings: very mild language, mentions of substance use (alcohol), suggestions to simon's past, simon and reader bestie-d so hard that they made a marriage arrangement <3

"if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty," a twelve-year-old you told simon, holding up your pinky finger in hope that he'd wrap his around yours, sealing the promise you were about to make. "we'll marry each other. you promise?"

offering you a shy smile, simon reached his hand out and used his own little finger to curl around yours. "yeah. i promise."

truth be told, you were both naive kids in the stage of growing up where you had no idea about all the up's and down's of life outside of childhood. the deal, as you saw it now, was something silly; something that you'd both look back on and think, 'how stupid were we to make a promise like that?' being it unlikely you'd actually go through with it. you'd probably forget about it in years to come.

simon moved away some time during secondary school, and you didn't get to see much of him anymore. your conversations consisted of chasing each other over facebook accounts that weren't yours, sneaking your parents' laptop into your bedroom to talk to your friend uninterrupted. you'd both spend hours talking late into the night, rubbing away sleep and prying your eyes open every time your body tried to rest.

it was strange not seeing him in school anymore; that's where you saw him the most, and that's where you'd met. a pair of young seven-year-olds, sitting on opposite sides of a rotting park bench in your crappy primary school. seven-year-old you sat silently, eating your lunch, when simon sat down on the other end of the bench. that's when you looked over at him and innocently offered him a sandwich from your pink, sparkly packed lunch box.

and the friendship just blossomed from there.

you really missed him. at times, you'd catch yourself thinking about him when you weren't talking and instead imagined him sitting right beside you, speaking to you like he'd never left at all. it was bittersweet.

the pair of you kept in contact, but it became difficult as you got older. you had more responsibilities, more reasons that pulled you away from the dream world you experienced whenever you got the opportunity to talk to him. the dream world where you could be best friends forever. but life was never like that.

as you grew up, messages were periodically exchanged. the occasional 'hey, how are you?' message here, the sporadic 'we should meet up' phone call there. it was rare that you two would actually see each other, seeing as you lived your own busy lives, but it was the thought that counted.

you were just glad that, even though he wasn't in your life as much as he once had been, he still took it in himself to check on you. that warmed your heart.

it was almost like a ritual at this point. your phone chimed, the familiar sharp ding drawing your attention. you flipped the device over and opened the notification, your thumb hovering over the screen as you read the message in front of you.

hey. i'm back in town this week, for your birthday. figured we could meet up? go for coffee?

you couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat at simon's text. he'd remembered your birthday; and he wanted to meet up.

your fingers drifted over the digital keyboard as you thought of a reply before you started typing out a message. the tapping of your fingertips was the only noise as you read what you'd written before sending the text off.

hey,

i'm having a small get-together at my house. you should come. it'd be nice to see you again.

the green active dot floated beside his profile picture - or lack, thereof - before three small circles jumped up at the bottom of the screen to indicate that he was typing again. the phone pinged again.

count me in.

and that was the last message you received before he arrived a week later. it was a saturday evening, and some of your close family and friends were gathered in your house, drinking and chatting. you'd given simon your address, but you were yet to see him.

unbeknownst to you, he slid through the front door, greeted by a few members of your family as he slinked into the small house. as he was paused at the door, he caught sight of you fluttering between rooms, drink in hand. a small, crooked smile graced his face as he spotted you, before he was dragged back into conversation.

you escaped to the freedom of your kitchen after a long conversation with your mother, which you found yourself zoning in and out of, leaning your back against the closed door with a sigh. you forgot how tiring parties could be, especially when you were the host.

with your cup - now empty - in your other hand, you picked yourself up and walked across the kitchen to refill it. the plastic solo cup crinkled as you put it down on the kitchen island, humming a quiet, incoherent tune to yourself as you sought out a replenishment.

aha! your fingers wrapped around the neck of a two-litre bottle of lemonade, holding it to your chest as you twisted the cap. the sizzle of the evanescent beverage masked the sound of the kitchen door opening.

when you turned around to pick up your cup, you almost dropped the plastic bottle to the ground out of shock. a mountain of a bloke stood in the doorway, hands slipped into the pockets of his dark jeans as he took a few steps forward, into the light. his thick plane of chest muscle rippled beneath the tight constraints of a black polo-shirt.

"y/n," he said, that familiar manchunian accent rolling over you like a wave, encapsulating you like a warm blanket.

you stood there for a moment, a little too dumbstruck to come up with a coherent thought. of course, you could recognise that accent anywhere - tinged with a mixture of gruffness and amusement, as per usual.

you knew he'd grown up - obviously - and he joined the military. but you did not expect that.

"simon," you murmured, putting down the bottle so it wouldn't end up slipping from your suddenly-sweaty hands. "jesus christ, you look so-! i didn't recognise you!" you stuttered.

"it's nice to see you too, y/n," he chuckled, the sound deep and gruff in his throat. he strolled forward some more, his steps leisurely as he stopped at the island that separated the pair of you. he put down a card and small, wrapped box that he'd had tucked under his arm. "happy birthday."

"thanks," your gaze fell to what he'd put down on the countertop, before running back up and landing back on his face. "can i get you a drink?"

"please, love," he gave a curt nod, pulling his hands from his pockets and propping them against the edge of the island instead. the petname slipped from his lips as smooth as butter. "anything'll do."

you bent down behind your side of the counter, searching the lower cabinets for another cup. the cover also gave you the opportunity to hide the flush that had appeared on your face and neck. hoo, was it suddenly hot in here? you should open a window, y/n.

"so, the big three-oh, eh?" simon said as you popped back up with an extra cup in your hand. a lazy smirk appeared on his face as he watched you pour him a drink. "that went by quick."

"tell me about it," your eyes darted up to meet his as you tightened the cap on the plastic bottle of lemonade. "how've you been?"

simon's fingers curled around the edge of the island as he didn't let his eyes waver from you. as much as you thought he'd changed, he thought the exact same of you. "that's a loaded question," he chuckled. "mostly good. busy."

you carefully slid the mixed drink over to him. "you still with the military?"

"yup," he said with a soft sigh. "special forces."

both of your eyebrows cocked up simultaneously. "that's an achievement."

"i guess so..." he said, ever the person to avoid too much intrusion. he wasn't all that fond of talking about himself. he paused in his endeavours and picked up the cup, taking a sip before he spoke again. "enough about me; how are you?"

"good, thanks," you said simply.

you were, in all honesty, too distracted to make full conversation as you took in his appearance. the person who was once a scrawny, prepubescent boy was now a giant of a man, built like a tank as he filled in the kitchen doorway. simon riley, the kid who was built like a bean stalk and stayed the same height until he was a teenager, was now standing in your kitchen.

but he wasn't a child anymore, no. he was a man. and a massive one at that.

"what brings you back down this way?" you spoke up, your head cocking slightly to the side as your eyes ran back up to his face. and that's when you saw it. the smirk he was wearing. that god forsaken smirk, the same one that'd got you both in trouble too many times to count. it was painfully obvious that he was thinking about something, and his facial expression was an open door into his train of thought. he was stirring something up, and he was well aware that you knew. "why're you looking at me like that?"

he gave a small shrug and put his cup down on the island, letting his smirk drop to a more neutral expression. "it's your birthday, and i haven't seen you in person for... a while. i couldn't pass it up."

something in your head didn't fully believe him. as much as you loved him, you thought he had another reason to be here. he lived a busy life; surely he wouldn't come all this way for some lousy party? "is that- is that all?"

"actually, come to think of it," he hunched a little over the kitchen island as he peered down into the interesting depths of his drink. "there is something else."

you blinked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he had to say. he pushed the tip of his tongue into his cheek, choking back a small laugh. he couldn't believe he was about to bring this up.

"y'know, when we were little," those brown eyes fluttered back up to meet yours, "you made you promise me something."

he laughed a little louder this time at your expression of apparent confusion. funny. you were always so enthusiastic about the future, and now you couldn't even remember the little thing you told him, though. it wasn't so little, after all. that little promise stuck with simon, and he wasn't a man to break something like that, as much as people would take the piss out of him.

"you had me promise that i'd marry you, by the time you turned thirty," you watched as the behemoth of a man gently pushed his cup across the island, following close behind it so he could step towards you. "what'dya think of that, love?"

oh. well. you didn't expect that.

you don't know what you'd expected. it'd been nearly two decades since you told him you'd marry him. you thought he'd forgotten. heck, you'd forgotten yourself.

"i was a kid, i didn't know what the hell i was on about," you said, eyes slowly following him as he moved himself closer. "we made that promise when we were children."

"it was still a promise. it was real to you."

now that the memory was fresh in your mind, you could see it as clear as day. it was some time during break, at school, and you and simon were sitting under an overgrown willow tree at the near back of the school field - your willow tree.

the grass was green and overgrown underneath, the long, drooping branches just touching the ground. the tree was so overgrown that the grass never got it's monthly cut around the base of the tree; just lazily cut around the perimeter, and it made the perfect cushy spot to shade yourself: from the weather, from the teachers, from the other kids. it was your own little haven where you and simon hid beneath.

you'd both been sat against the trunk, staring into the mass of willow branches as you quietly unpacked your lunch. you pulled two clingfilm wrapped sandwiches from your bag, tossing one to simon. he usually came to school without lunch, which you picked up on, and it became a ritual for you to make an extra sandwich for him and stuff it in your backpack.

the sandwich hit his chest, and he huffed, murmuring a thanks as he started unwrapping it. and that's when your uncensored mouth worked before your little brain could keep up.

"i think we should get married when we grow up," you said, so casually, as if you were having a conversation over tea - well, sandwiches.

simon, who had just taken a bite of his sandwich, stopped mid chew, a bit of lettuce peeking between his lips. his head whipped over to look at you. "come again?" he cocked an eyebrow, his tongue slipping out to pull the piece of greenery into his mouth.

"i said i think we should get married," you said again, your gaze finally darting over. you snickered at his expression. "not now, obviously. when we grow up."

"where'd this idea come from?" he asked, getting over his bewilderment and biting off another bit of salad sandwich.

"dunno," your thumb came up to wipe some stray butter on your top lip, inspecting it before licking it off. "sounds kinda nice. just living with your best friend. ooh, no. we'd need at least four dogs and six cats, too."

simon laughed at your innocent delusion. you may have been close in age, just children, but he didn't really buy into ideas like that. he knew better, when he shouldn't have. they reminded him of his mother and father's marriage - once happy, once full of love, before something changed, some flip was switched. and the entire family; simon, tommy, and their mother, got the brunt of their father's uprising.

but maybe with his best friend, it wouldn't be such a bad thing. they get along just fine, and who would he be to say no to retiring to rest every night to find his bed full of dogs? he wasn't... opposed?

"okay," he swallowed down his mouthful. "but what's in it for me? you get all these animals, but what do i get?"

you thought about it as you thumbed through the layers of your sandwich. "you get to spend more time with me."

"right."

"thirty."

"thirty what?"

"if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty, we'll marry each other. you promise?" you blinked at him, holding up your free hand.

"i promise."

simon folded his arms across his chest, now stood before you. you'd backed up against the fridge, and his movements to lean on the island in front of you pulled you from your recollections.

"yeah... i guess it was... real to me," you murmured, gently shaking your head as you looked back up at him. his smirk had been replaced by a thoughtful look as he inspected you from head to toe. "but it's not that easy anymore, simon."

"of course it is. we can go, right now," he slowly took a sip of his drink before laying it down on the counter, out of the way. "what do you say, y/n?"

"i say..." your words trailed off to silence.

it sounded stupid. you couldn't just go off and marry him. you had responsibilities. you had a life. so did he. and an important one, at that. was that going to put everything else on the line? everything you'd both built? is this the whole reason he came to the party tonight?

but the line between what you needed and what you wanted were two different things. and yet, they started to blur. fading into one life where you had everything you required, and everything you desired. and what you wanted right now?

you wanted him. you needed him.

"marry me, y/n?" his voice had dropped an octave, and he'd taken a step closer to you. you watched him hopelessly, pushing your hair back from your face.

"yes," you whispered, so quietly he probably wouldn't have heard had he not been standing so close.

and with your breathless acceptance, he slammed his lips against yours.

author's note: i blatantly REFUSE to believe that this man isn't a hopeless romantic 😌💅 hope you enjoyed, me pookarinos <3

[ashthesalamipiece]

heyy can you please if you are free do more dad bakugo fics? with a baby and reader? pleassee I love your writing

“Small Explosions, Big Heart”

Dad!Bakugo x Reader | Domestic Fluff | Soft Katsuki, Baby Cuddles, Light Humor

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The house was quiet — a rare, sacred kind of peace that only came when your baby was down for a nap and Katsuki was home, not off saving the world.

You were curled up on the couch with a throw blanket, finally letting yourself melt into the cushions, your eyes fluttering shut. For once, there was no laundry buzzing, no dishes in the sink, and no sticky cereal clinging to your clothes.

And then… boom.

Not an explosion. Not even yelling. Just a small, heavy thud.

You opened your eyes to see Katsuki standing there, in the doorway of the nursery, with a completely blank look on his face — and a burp cloth hanging off his shoulder like it had personally offended him.

“She spit up on my goddamn hero hoodie.”

You tried to suppress a laugh. “It’s just fabric, babe.”

“That hoodie’s signed by All Might. ALL. MIGHT.”

“She’s three months old. She doesn’t know hero merch from a washcloth.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing one hand through his already wild hair. “I let her lay on my chest for two minutes. She climbed me like a damn tree and then exploded.”

“She’s a baby, not a bomb.”

Katsuki looked you dead in the eye. “I’d rather take on a villain with acid breath than get sneezed on by her again.”

You finally lost it, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. He just shook his head, marching toward the laundry like a soldier returning from war.

But ten minutes later, you found him in the nursery again — that hoodie now in the hamper, replaced with a worn black tank top — holding the baby like she was made of glass, whispering to her in a voice that was so quiet you almost didn’t believe it came from your loud, brash husband.

“You didn’t mean it, did ya?” he murmured, gently bouncing her. “You didn’t mean to ruin Daddy’s favorite hoodie…”

A soft gurgle.

“Yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute. Just like your mom.”

You stood in the doorway, arms folded, watching him rock her gently while her tiny fist clung to the chain around his neck. His eyes were soft, tired, but filled with something deeper — the kind of love he never really talked about, but showed in a thousand quiet ways.

When he noticed you, he smirked. “She’s got your attitude.”

“She’s got your volume.”

“Hell yeah, she does.”

He came over and kissed your forehead, then tilted the baby toward you with pride. “Look at this little monster we made.”

You both sat down on the couch, baby between you now, half asleep and doing her sleepy baby sighs. Bakugo kept one arm around you, the other cradling her protectively.

You leaned on his shoulder. “You’re a really good dad, Katsuki.”

“Tch. I know.”

“You don’t have to act all tough about it. I see the way you melt every time she sneezes.”

“She sneezed directly in my mouth last week.”

“And you still called her ‘your precious little firecracker.’”

“...Shut up.”

But you felt it — the small squeeze of his fingers around yours, the silent thank you.

In this moment, with the three of you curled up together in a house that smelled faintly like baby powder and burnt toast (his fault), you felt it too:

The kind of love that doesn't need big words or perfect days. Just quiet afternoons, tiny hands, and a hero who would go to war for his family — spit-up and all.

[heartyluv]

I luv luv how you write your stories. Idk if you watched the kdrama when life gives you tangerines cuz I just finished it and it made me bawl my eyes out of every episode. There was this one scene in there that husband said to his wife that when they get old he hopes that she dies first and she teases him saying why is it so you could be with another woman. He responds to her saying he wants to send her off with a beautiful and proper burial that she deserves and would eventually join her. That scene made me so sad. It got me thinking what if you said something similar to the LADS men instead of saying they die first you hope that you would die first cuz you couldn’t live without them and wouldn’t know what to do without them by your side. Specifically Zayne and Sylus cuz they are my favs. I’d believe they’d be a bit upset and they would tell you they don’t want to hear that nonsense cuz they can’t imagine when that time comes they have to be without you that’s how much they love you. Sorry if it’s a bit much and you don’t want to write it. Thank you for your time though.😭💗

Note: I think this is the cutest and saddest thing ever. I haven’t watched a drama is so long, but I’ve heard a lot of good things about this one! The last one I saw was Happiness and it’s was 1000/10, sooo good. Also, I only did Sylus and Zayne since you said they were your favs, but if you’d like the rest of the guys, just let me know! I hope you enjoy, luvly!

Creds to @/enchanthings for the dividers!

Warning: Mentions of dying

Zayne

It’s one of those rare days where your boyfriend is actually free for lunch. When he called you an hour ago to let you know that you could come by if you’d like, you instantly got ready and went out to buy some food from one his favorite places.

You always missed him, especially on days where you were off and he wasn’t. You’d take as much time with him as you could.

As you converse with him while indulging in your meals, you start to tell him about a show you’ve been watching. You even tell him you’re willing to rewatch it with him if he’s interested in checking it out. The more you talk, the more you delve into the story and tell him about a certain part that stuck with you. You found yourself wondering how could I ever do life without Zayne? It was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t, and you shared that with him.

“Whenever we die, it has to be me to go first,” you say nonchalantly as you cover your mouth after taking a bite of your sandwich.

Zayne was multitasking, completing some things on his computer while he ate his own. He froze mid type at your words. “Why would you say such a thing?”

You frown, shrugging your shoulders. “I just couldn’t live without you. I know a lot of people wouldn’t be able to go without their partners, but I really mean it. Like, I can’t even imagine a life without you in it.”

Removing his hands from the keyboard, he turns his body so that he’s facing you head on, all his attention now yours. “And you think I could? Live without you?”

“Not necessarily live without me,” you sip your water, feeling the shift in conversation turn from simple to seemingly serious. “I do think you’re stronger than me and that you could handle my absence better.”

He studies you, making you dart your eyes left and right because you don’t know what to say.

“You’re wrong,” he says simply. “I’m stronger for you. You should know that without you, there is nothing left for me to continue to be strong for.”

“Zayne, babe…” you frown. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here,” he cuts you off. You listen, standing from your chair. He pulls away from his desk as you round it, letting you stand between his spread legs. His hands caress the back of your thighs as you look down at him.

“I don’t want to hear you talk like that anymore. I know you were just sharing your feelings, and I never want you to hesitate to tell me about them. I also know that death is an inevitable thing for all of us, but it’s never something I want to ruminate on when it comes to you. Do you understand?”

“I won’t say anything like that again,” you nod, moving a black strand of his hair from his forehead. “I promise.”

“Good. Live in the moment with me.” He presses a gentle kiss to your stomach that’s covered by your dress. “Besides, I love you too much to let you leave me, no matter how you’d try.”

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his lips. He doesn’t let you pull away so soon, deepening it as his hand holds you firm by the back of your neck.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his mouth when he finally gives you a moment to breathe.

“Good,” he stares at your lips before looking back into your eyes. He pulls his glasses off, resting them on the desk. “Why don’t you go lock the door so you can show me how much?”

Sylus

You and Sylus lay in your shared bed, talking about a whole bunch of things. It’s usually how the night ends for you two.

He tells you about work, the twins, plans he has for you, even down to what he plans on making you both for breakfast tomorrow. You tell him about your progression in your hobbies, books, shows, and what you’d like to get around to doing with him soon. Sometimes when you talk, you and him will randomly start getting into deeper topics like kids, marriage, and just life in general.

You mention to Sylus how you don’t even remember what life was like for you before you met him and how now, you don’t see a future where he isn’t there.

“Living without you is not an option for me. When it’s time to go, I have to be the one to go first. I just couldn’t deal.” You shiver at the thought.

He looks over at you, his eyes narrowing. The gentle light of the lamp casts a shadow against his handsome face as it sits on the nightstand behind him. You’re resting your cheek on your knuckles, pursing your lips at his sudden silence.

“What?” you smile as he continues to stare.

“Not only are you saying nonsense, but I’m curious as to why you think there’s any instance where I’d remain here without you by my side, kitten. In the event that you’re gone because neither of us had a choice in you staying, there would be no purpose for me.” His voice rumbles and he speaks so simply, like if you were to die right now, you should expect him to be right behind you.

“But the twins—”

“I care for, yes. But you?” His hand comes up to your face, gently holding your jaw like you’re so fragile. “If I ever lost you, I’d lose myself. There is no me without you, I’m sure I’ve told you that. You are the reason I have meaning.”

Your eyes water at that. “There was a you before me though, Sy.” You place your hand on top of his.

“Unfortunately,” he smiles. “But there will never be anything after. It’s either I go first or we go together, sweetie.”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you push out a laugh, trying to suppress the emotions in your chest.

“Neither do I,” he admits, moving closer to you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I’d prefer if we don’t have it again. There will never be a world where one of us will have to survive without the other, not if I can help it. Besides, kittens have nine lives, don’t they? You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You bask in his strength, feeling grounded by the weight of him. You press a kiss to his pec, then his jaw until you reach the corner of his lips. “Oh babe, you know that was sooo corny!”

He releases that rich laugh that has dollar signs all around it, making you laugh too. “I’d reshape universes if I could ensure I’d find you in every one,” he says gently, kissing your forehead. “Nothing is too much for you.”

“You’re so sappy.” Your cheeks subtly ache from smiling so hard.

“And in love. You have yourself to thank for giving me such an experience.”

“You’re more than welcome,” you tease, knowing that he understands the sentiment is mutual.

He presses a firm kiss to the top of your head. “We have forever for me to show you how grateful I am.”

“I really love you, Sy,” you whisper.

“And I really, really, love you,” he adds. “More than you’ll ever understand.”

[captainpriceslilwife]

uuuhhhhhh ruminating on nikolai again and im hormonal and I stalked @quarterlifekitty 's nikolai tag about a hundred times so uhhhhhhh...gross daddy kink with nik 🤗 yay! (18+ nsfw below the cut)

CW: daddy kink (nik brings it out of me....like nasty, so im so sorry), overstimulation, could be perceived as non-con ish but it isn't I promise (he loves you, you love this behavior, everyone is happy) aannnd no aftercare written (only bc i didn't feel like writing it :) but he did take care of you afterwards, i promise) also first time writing smut so bad writing TW

Curled up at Nik's side, your cheek squished up against the dense hair that coats his chest as his fingers work their way into your tight, clenching heat. The little whimpers and mewls that escape from your mouth only serve to spur him on, but when your hips begin to wriggle, he brings his large paw to grip your ass and hold you in place on his fingers.

He chuckles softly at the quiet keen you let out, and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head to soothe you as he scissors his fingers inside of you. "Shhh, kotenok...you need to sit still for your papochka, hm? So tight...I wouldn't want to hurt my sweet girl just because she can't be patient."

"I am being patient..." You murmur breathlessly, your tone turning slightly petulant as you tilt your head up to press tiny, pleading kisses to his jaw. "I want more, please, daddy. I can take it, I promise."

You feel his voice rather than hear it - his deep, rumbling voice reverberating through his chest and straight to your core as he coos quietly at you. "I know you think you can handle it, but papochka knows what you need, baby. Just be a good little girl for me and take what I give you."

But you just can't listen. You're always so good for him, but you had a really hard day :(, so after a couple more minutes (thirty seconds) you can't help it when you start to grind down on his fingers, groaning softly as you finally get him to punch against that spongey spot inside of you that has you sighing in relief.

He tuts quietly at your disobedience, but he can't help but huff in amusement at the way you bounce yourself on his thick fingers, barely even giving him a thought as you pant against his neck. He's always loved that you felt comfortable enough to push against him and his rules, especially since you were a jumpy little thing when he first got his hands on you - always asking him for directions and doing everything he said to a T. He's finally gotten you to relax enough to take what you need from him, even if it means you end up acting like a brat sometimes. But he's never been the type of man to punish bratty behavior...no, no, no. He loves spoiling his sweet malyshka! So if you want more? He'll give it to you.

No matter what.

And now that you've got your knees pressed next to your ears, feet dangling over his shoulders as he rams his cock into you, your little fists are weakly pushing against his chest as you whine about it being 'too much'.

"Oh, but isn't this what you wanted, malyshka? I thought you could take it, big girl. You promised me." He croons in a condescending tone, pulling one of your hands away from his chest to press a gentle kiss to it as you continue to whimper pathetically. When a tear begins to slip down your cheek, he swoops in and licks it right up, causing you to let out a little whine of discontent and a soft little 'gross' - but he can feel how tightly you clench around him at the action. "Mmh...so sweet, milaya."

And when he's made you cum more times than you can count - battering your poor, squelching cunt to its limit - you try to wriggle away from him. He just lets out a deep, rumbling laugh at your weak attempt to get away, eying you like you're an unruly kitten who doesn't know any better.

"Ah, ah, ah..." He tuts gently at you, tugging your hips back to slam you down on the bed so he can work his cock back inside of you. "No running, kotenok. You don't go anywhere until I say so. Come on, listen to your daddy."

You're nearly blacked out by the time he finally stops. Your trembling hands reach down between your legs to guard your throbbing pussy even though you know he's done - he's already rolled over to reach for his cigarettes and lighter, pulling you tight to his side as he flicks his thumb until the end of his stick glows orange.

He tosses the lighter off to the side before taking a deep drag and tilting your chin up to look at him. He blows his smoke out of the corner of his mouth to 'not ruin your pretty lungs', as he always says - but you're not sure how much good it does when he uses the same hand that holds the cigarette to trace his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears that still slip from your eyes.

"Say 'thank you, papochka' " He grunts in that sweet, patronizing voice that always turns you on more than you care to admit. When you stay silent, too fucked-out to even bring yourself to think, he brings one of his hands up to squeeze the fat of your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout and pulling a soft gasp out of you. "Go on. Say it, little girl."

You choke out something between a moan and a sob, and it takes you a second to form the words "th-thank you, papochka" before your resigned back to a panting, sweaty mess as he pats your cheek affectionately.

"Ah, good. So you can listen."

nsfw (p!link) visual for the first position he's got you in (full cred to @codnasties for the vid even though its for price)

[johanna-swann]

Not enough (for me) to write a whole fic about it, but a cute thought I had:

Tommy wanting to reach out after the funeral, but not wanting to make things more complicated for Buck. He has enough on his plate already. Tommy remembering he took some food home from the reception and he still has Buck's tupperware - the perfect excuse to drop by in person and check in without it becoming awkward (it is supposed to be just a short visit).

Tommy going over there and only Eddie and Christopher are there because Buck ran out to do some shopping. They chat a little bit and (despite Tommy's foolproof plan) it gets a bit awkward. He didn't really talk to Eddie much at the funeral and the man did ghost him for half a year. Buck arrives soon after though and Christopher and Eddie leave to visit Pepa.

They talk a little about this and that. Tommy helps put the groceries away because even though it's a different kitchen, he remembers Buck's system. They get around to talking a bit about Bobby and going back to work after the lab incident, if only superficially (it is supposed to be just a short visit). Buck offers Tommy something to drink and because there's still coffee in the coffe maker anyway (Tommy wouldn't want to cause Buck any inconvenience and it is supposed to be just a short visit, but the coffee is already there) and Buck hands him a cup just how he likes it.

Tommy leans back against the kitchen island. Buck sits on the counter opposite him. The evening sun is shining warmly through the window. It is supposed to be just a short visit, but they go from talking about going back to work to talking about weird calls they had recently to talking about Chimney going on paternity leave soon to talking about Tommy's accountant cousin who's about to become a dad as well. They don't even think about getting more comfortable and sitting down at the table or on the couch, it is supposed to be just a short visit, but the hours pass and the sun goes down and they're still talking and Buck is telling Tommy about a bionics based aviation exhibit he heard about when Eddie and Christopher come back. Chris goes straight to his room to get ready for bed, but Eddie comes to join them in the kitchen.

"You're back already?", Buck asks surprised and Eddie reminds him they were gone for hours, why are Buck and Tommy still standing in the kitchen the same way he left them? (It was supposed to be just a short visit.) "Time flies I suppose", Tommy says: "Apropos flying - what were you saying about hummingbirds?" And Buck goes back to talking about the exhibit and how he has been thinking Tommy would like it too. "It sounds fun", Tommy agrees and looks at Buck: "You haven't seen it yet?" Buck answers no, he only read the description online and things have been so hectic lately - would've felt weird to take an afternoon to go to the museum instead.

"Well", Tommy says and smiles a little: "You've got me intrigued now." Buck grins triumphantly: "See, I knew you would say that." Tommy hums and continues: "Maybe I should check it out." He watches Buck's face carefully for a moment. "Maybe this weekend, I'm off shift", he says then pauses again. Buck tilts his head, carefully holding back a smile as if he knows what Tommy will say next. Maybe he does, it is tradition after all. "What are you doing Saturday?"

For a second Tommy swears the sun comes back up the way Buck smiles at him. It was supposed to be only a short visit to bring back some tupperware, but Tommy leaves with a date and the feeling that maybe things will work out this time.

[A few extra lines because maybe I am a bit petty after all:

"You think this is a good idea?", Eddie asks Buck after Tommy leaves: "He dumped you, you were really hurt and didn't get over it for months."

"Well, you and I had a really bad fight only last week and we're still friends. Should I reconsider that decision as well? Besides, we already almost got back together a couple of weeks after you moved to Texas. Things got a little delayed due to- well. Everything. But this was already sort of happening. Neither of us really "got over" the break up in the first place and we're only going to the museum, not a Vegas chapel. So maybe you should try being happy for me for once instead of constantly doubting my ability make sensible, adult choices. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to research the flight pattern of geese."]

[rosenclaws]

Hi! I have a headcannon

How does Logan reacts when you slap, touch or pinch his butt caughting him off guard

lmao omg i love this. He does have a great ass so like…he better be careful bending over in front of met thats all imma say.

Origins Logan -

It totally takes him by surprise. The two of you are laying on the couch watching a movie when Logan gets up to get another beer. You can’t help yourself alright? Your boyfriend has a very nice ass so the moment he gets up you slap his ass hard. He tenses and turns around to look at you with his jaw dropped. Its sort of like a “Did you seriously just do that?” Look and you just giggle because you see him get all red. But he doesn’t hate it. When he comes back with his beer he sits down and places his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close and telling you that he’ll get you back for that one. And don’t forget he’s got super strength hehe

Trilogy Logan -

Logan is such a fucking menace oh my god. He slaps and touches your ass any chance he gets so its about time he gets some payback. Its breakfast in the kitchen and he’s rummaging around the fridge looking for something to eat when you sneak behind him and plant a fat smack right on his plaid pajama pants. He freezes and slowly looks back at you. You laugh real cute as he sees some of the team laughing to themselves. He thinks its cute but he won’t let you get the last laugh. He asks if you think thats funny and watches as you get all shy. He leans in close and tells you not to run away now and to finish what you started.

DOFP Logan -

He’s totally taken off guard. You’re flirting in his classroom before class. Telling him how hot he looks as a professor and that the authority looks good on him. He just chuckles and continues to write on the board. Suddenly he feels a pinch on his ass and he looks to see you smirking, pretending to be reading a paper you picked up from his desk. He doesn’t care that class is starting in a few minutes as he grabs you and puts you on his desk. His hands roaming to your ass as he asks if you pinched him. You play dumb but Logan won’t have it and slaps your ass. Keep in mind he’s got super strength and metal in his bones. He doesn’t mind when you do it. He likes it. But he won’t go down without a fight ;)

Old Man Logan -

It takes him off guard and honestly makes him a little flustered. Of all his features Logan never really thought much of his ass but you seem to love it. He thinks its cute when you try and sneak around him. He always hears you but sometimes he pretends not to. Your hands on his ass slapping it when he’s bent over looking for something or when he’s in the shower. He tells you to quit it but you don’t. He teases you about being obsessed with an old man and you just whine. Saying its not your fault he’s so handsome. Logan likes it when you stick your hand in his back pocket. He likes knowing that you want him that badly.

Worst Logan -

He’s bewildered the first time you do it. He’s passed out on the couch and you need him to move because you want to watch TV. He’s on his stomach in boxers and shirtless. Without thinking you yell his name and slap his ass hard. Telling him to move. He’s like a confused dog who just woke up from a good nap. His hair is all fucked and he sits up still half asleep. It takes him a second but then he turns and asks if you just slapped his ass to which you just shrug. You keep doing it and every time Logan doesn’t know whether to tell you to stop or just enjoy it. Wade catches you doing it once though and now he won’t shut the fuck up about it. In fact wade tried to grab his ass and Logan sliced his fingers off. Safe to say he only likes it when you do it.

[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Octavian, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Mostly fluff, brief descriptions of animal cruelty and death (from a movie), blanket forts, modern AU, parental yandere, slight infantilization, cuddling, gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a commission! To the commissioner, I hope this is satisfactory! <3

"All of these screens are an eyesore," Octavian says, though doesn't resist as you drag him down the technology aisle. His cloak sweeps against his legs with his movements. You both get a lot of weird looks, to which Octavian glares them all down and pulls you close, as if they're giving weird looks at you and not his strange attire.

You smile at him. "Have you ever really seen a TV? Or a phone, for that matter? Anything?"

"Telegraphs are as far as I go, and those things were insufferable," Octavian huffs. "Though I have seen others on their phones many times when in town like now. I just never felt very curious about them."

"Here!" You point out the TVs on display, ranging in different sizes and shapes. Some of them have curved edges while others are so thin they can be mistaken for picture frames. They all play the same scene from some random drama show and none of them seem to hold Octavian's attention. You reach up and tap his nose, "You see how many colors they are? That's much better than a telegraph."

He laughs a little at that. "Sweetheart, anything is better than a telegraph. If this is what you want, I'll get the entire stock." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out an old-fashioned looking billfold.

"We only need one, Papa."

At the check-out, he pays, to which you awkwardly look away from the cashier.

"Sick costume," he says. "Did you guys come from the convention down the street?"

"Sure did," you answer upon seeing Octavian's confused expression. The cashier begins talking to another customer, prompting you to turn to Octavian while he fills out some things. "Are you excited to have some kind of entertainment other than books and gardening?"

"And cooking," he adds, not looking up from struggling with the electronic device. "I have you, though, and that's all the entertainment I need. You keep me on my toes every hour of the day." He finishes his indecipherable signature, making you snort. He sends you a playful glare. "Why on earth is everything digital nowadays? I can't even write my signature on a piece of paper now!"

You roll your eyes fondly.

...

Octavian tries hard to follow the directions you read to him. His eyebrows pinch together in concentration and there's a line between his brows from him wrinkling his nose. He wears reading glasses, which slip down his nose throughout the endeavor. He constantly pushes them back up.

Every time you try to help him, he refuses. "I've got it, Just let Papa handle this."

You're pretty sure he doesn't have it, but you don't dare argue. Instead, you just continue sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the living room floor while reading the directions.

Finally, after a grueling hour and thirty minutes, Octavian triumphantly stands back and looks at the TV propped against the wall. You grab the remote beside you, scooting up on your knees, and press the power button.

The screen comes on, much to your relief. Octavian lets out a big sigh as if he'd been holding his breath during the entire set-up process.

"So... what now?" Octavian asks.

"Now, we build our cozy little blanket fort in front of the TV and watch movies." You grin widely at him and put down the remote. You pick up the two bags filled with blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and everything you bought for movie night. Well, Octavian was the one to do the buying, but you picked out everything.

"Let me do that, silly," he chuckles and grabs them from you. You stand back up, ready to protest, but he wags a finger at you before turning away to start setting up.

You think about helping, but then remember how stubborn he gets whenever you try to make things easier for him.

Once everything is set up, Octavian turns around with open arms. "Well? How is it? Does this pass inspection, Your Highness?" There's a mock bow to finish off.

Instead of answering him right away, you duck down and crawl into the little fort made of soft sheets and blankets. Inside, it's very spacious— much bigger than any blanket forts you ever made as a kid. In here, the cushions are soft and inviting and warm.

"It passed," you tell him as you wiggle around, searching for the perfect spot. Octavian makes his way in and lays himself across from you.

"How do we work this thing?" he asks, picking up the remote.

"Oh, right." You crawl out of the fort to grab the bag, showing him the movies that were on sale. "They were buy three get one free. For your first movie ever, I'd like you to do the honors of choosing."

He squints at each one like it's a foreign language. All of them are animated children's movies from the past thirty years or so. You're afraid anything more than a lighthearted kids cartoon would be too much for him, rather than yourself.

"The Fox and the Hound, The Princess and the Frog, Ponyo, and The Land Before Time," he reads aloud. He looks mildly concerned. "These are all age-appropriate, right?"

"I think your mind can handle these all, so yes."

"I meant for you, dear." He picks The Fox and the Hound movie case. "When I was younger, still a human, I had a bloodhound that looks like the dog here." You can't resist smiling at how cliche that sounds. Octavian puts the case down. "Ah, before we start, should I make some snacks?"

"Snacks!" you repeat happily and start getting up, but he pushes you back down gently.

"I'll make them, sweetling," he says. "Just stay here and wait, okay? Don't start the movie without me!" There's a playful spark in his eyes before he starts toward the kitchen.

"I won't, I won't," you laugh.

Barely five minutes later, he comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and two glasses balanced on the same tray. He's careful when he gives them to you.

As he pops open the DVD player and slides the disk inside, you notice him struggle with getting everything just right. You know he doesn't want you helping him, so instead you just lean back and pop pieces of popcorn into your mouth.

There's a few minutes of shuffling around and fiddling with the buttons, then the screen brightens and music begins playing. Octavian hurries back to the fort, careful not to step on any of the pillows and blankets. Finally, he settles in beside you, wraps an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you close to his chest.

The usual trailers started to play.

At a trailer for the Beauty and The Beast sequel, Octavian points. "Oh, that one looks lovely. I would love to see that when it comes out."

You shake your head fondly. "It's been out for probably two decades at least." Once again, his amazed expression is amusing.

The beginning scene starts, and Octavian is already clutching you closer. "The mother fox is going to be killed!"

"Papa, it's not real, don't worry," you reassure.

Octavian's expressions change rapidly, already emotionally invested from the first few seconds. He lifts you into his lap to cradle you like a baby when the mother fox hides her baby away to save him from the dog chasing her. His clutch tightens when the gunshots go off, insinuating her death. His wide-eyed stare of horror almost makes you feel bad.

"Are all movies like this?" he asks in horror.

"No," you answer. "But older movies like these were a bit more violent than most of today's movies meant for kids." You pat his chest lightly in reassurance.

"It has a happy ending at least, right?"

"Uh..." you trail off. "No spoilers."

Though he continues clutching you during moments of tension in the movie, his reactions make it worth the discomfort. You find yourself focusing more on him than the actual story. During every sad or remotely violent scene, Octavian covers your eyes with his palm.

His reactions end up feeling more like the movie rather than the one being played by the TV. Octavian does not have a good poker face at all, even if he were trying to subdue his reactions to each scene.

Despite it being a little intense, there are a lot of sweet scenes too, to which Octavian relaxes and stares at the television, absentmindedly petting your hair and kissing your forehead. His affectionate gestures are also distracting, but it feels nice to just be held like this after such a long day.

"Who's your favorite so far?" you ask.

He thinks about it briefly. "The owl, but I also do love Tod. I'll cry if anything happens to him. I definitely do not like that hunter." It makes you smile seeing how strongly he feels for the characters.

For the entire hour and a half, Octavian's reactions range from sorrow to shock to laughter to anger to amusement.

After the final scene plays and the credits begin, he stares at the TV. "That's... it? I thought they'd be friends again and live off somewhere happier!"

"It's a bittersweet ending."

He dramatically sighs, resting his cheek on top of your head. "That was the saddest thing ever. You broke my heart, (Y/n). Are you proud of yourself? You broke your poor father's heart." Despite this, he doesn't seem truly upset, just acting as if he were heartbroken.

"Well, this is your first-ever movie! If you didn't end up sobbing your heart out, then it wouldn't count as a successful movie experience." You snuggle closer against him. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it, believe it or not. Can we watch another one?" He hugs you even closer. "Something happier this time, for heaven's sake."

"Ponyo it is!"

[dvrk-moon]

EVERY LETTER I DIDN’T SEND - LEE HEESEUNG

— synopsis: you did everything for him, even if he wouldn’t acknowledge you anymore.

— word count: 3.4k

— warnings: cursing, PAY ATTENTION TO DATES IN LETTERS PLEASE they are important!!!

— genre: angst, 2000s au, long distance, one-sided relationship, heeseung x fem!reader, newfound celebrity!heeseung

— playlist: ripples - beabadoobee, a summer song - chad & jeremy, waiting room - phoebe bridgers

— a/n: enjoy this lil thang i wrote in 2 days. tried something new with the formatting so i hope u guys enjoy :)

— taglist: @asteriscoverde @ikeupop @ainlvshs @feymine @jaeyunlovebot @cherrjaqke @rikiiimeow @hearts2heartsenthusiast @ch4c0nnenh4 @wensurr

i. BEEN BUSY

1-30-2004

dear Heeseung,

it’s y/n again

It’s been a couple months since you’ve last responded, but I know you’re busy with your music work so i understand hahaha

just missing you extra today. I had one of my professors today assign a project that had to do with trees and it reminded me of that tree in my backyard that we carved our initials on

The tree actually fell down sometime last month. not sure if you read my last few letters but i think i mentioned that in there

write me back if you get the chance :)

Love, y/n

You crumbled up the paper and threw it, leaving it to the mountain of unsent letters that collected under your bed.

It had been four months since you’d last even heard from Heeseung. The last letter he’d sent you was short yet burned in your mind:

Dear Y/N

Hey it’s heeseung :) miss you too

I’ve been Busy recording some stuff but I’ll keep in touch

See you soon

Heeseung

That was the last thing he’d said to you in months.

When you’d first started adjusting to Heeseung moving, you’d promised to write to each other every week if possible. He was your best friend after all, losing contact wouldn’t be that easy. That’s at least what you’d thought when this all started over a year ago.

As time progressed, Heeseung would get more and more busy. Whether it was recording, busking, performing, or whatever; sometimes Heeseung wouldn’t write back to you in the expected timely manner. But it was fine, you’d write your letter updating him anyways, and he would respond when he could.

First, the letters were sent weekly.

For the first few months, you’d received and sent a letter every week to keep in touch with your best friend.

As he got more busy, though, you’d have to adjust. Before you knew it, the letters came only twice a month.

It would have to do, because he was your best friend. You were glad he even still had time to talk.

Even if he didn’t write back on time, you’d still send him your weekly letter, asking him about his life and updating him on yours. The big problem arose in the past eight months.

You’d gotten only one letter each month for the first four of the eight months. Ever since four months ago, you’d not heard from him at all. Not one peep.

It sucked, because you knew deep in the back of your mind that he had the time to write to you. You’d unintentionally made the habit of stalking his celebrity blog website, noting how he spent time every day talking with fans, yet you’d not received a letter in months.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your desk drawer and pulled out the last letter you’d received.

The letter had no date. Every time you were agonizing on how he hadn’t written to you, you’d pretend that you’d just received this letter in the mail from him.

You were sick of playing pretend for fifteen weeks straight now.

ii. POSTCARD

2-04-2004

Dear heeseung

hi it’s me again

I really don’t know why i keep writing you these damn letters. I haven’t heard back from you in months and I haven’t even sent you anything since December

these letters make me feel a little better I guess, just knowing in my mind I can pretend you’re writing back hah

I’m sorry I haven’t sent you stuff as usual. I just don’t think it’s fair for me to keep giving you attention when you won’t even send me anything. Even a postcard would be nice

I know you have the time to write to me too so don’t think I haven’t seen your fan blog

i do miss you. I wish you would miss me too

Love, y/n

You pulled out the box of unsent letters and shoved the paper right into it.

iii. I SHOULD HATE YOU

2-07-2004

Dear heeseung

I think i hate you!

I really don’t. i just don’t understand you

How is it so easy for you to pretend we weren’t best friends for all those years?? I get that now you’re mingling with Hollywood people but damn

i hope you’re enjoying this life you built. Clearly you’re happy enough to where you don’t even need a best friend anymore. I hope Hollywood gives you everything i can’t

I really should hate you right now

Talk to you never, from y/n

P.S. MTV can suck my dick

You finished writing the letter and put it to the side. Your box of unsent letters was now getting quite full, so you had organized them into neat piles based on the month you wrote them in.

The last letter you’d actually sent to him was written sometime before December 10th, because that was the first unsent letter date you’d found. Each pile of unsent mail had at least five letters, save for February, as you’d only written him twice since the beginning of the month.

January was the worst of it all. You’d written thirteen different letters to him. Amongst the thirteen was January 22nd, the day you’d discovered his fan blog:

01-22-2004

Dear heeseung

Fuck you seriously dude!

Are you fucking kidding me I just found your stupid ass fan blog where you feed into these fangirls parasocial relationships with you you’re weird for that

also how the fuck do you not have time to respond to ANY of the letters I sent you but you spend an hour on your blog talking to fans daily

Get your fucking priorities straight you’re seriously a joke

From y/n

The heartbreak and betrayal you’d felt the day of January 22nd was not something you’d like to relive. Writing the letter had made you feel better about how angry you were, but it still didn’t change the fact that Heeseung simply didn’t prioritize you anymore.

You put the letters to the side while fighting off tears. Instead, you grabbed the last letter he sent you. The words he promised you in the letter burned in your mind, making you grip the paper harder than you intended:

I’ll keep in touch

See you soon

What an empty promise. You wanted to write “fuck you” on the paper and send it right back to him, but it wasn’t like he’d see that one either.

You shuffled through all the letters he’d sent you before you found the one that meant the most: the first one.

10-15-2002

Dear y/n,

Guess who just turned 19 in Los Angeles!!! It sucks that I can’t spend this birthday with you so I decided I should write to you instead to make it feel like you’re here with me

This past week and a half has been so amazing. I got to tour a few recording studios and met an amazing producer who wants to help me. I have this manager too! They’re talking about me maybe dropping “lee heeseung” and going by the stage name “Evan” instead. Not sure how I feel about it but im sure they might know more than me hahaha

The whole time they were talking about that I could only think about how much you’d make fun of me :P

I miss you like crazy already! If possible I’ll try to fly home soon :) Hope to see you soon

Love, heeseung

(Aka soon to be Evan)

You smiled bittersweetly at the letter with tears in the corners of your eyes before blinking them away and putting down the letter.

So much for “seeing you soon”.

iv. MORE THAN ANYTHING

2-11-2004

Dear heeseung

Writing to you again because I don’t know why. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself

Maybe it’s because I can’t accept the reality that I have where you’re not my best friend anymore. Crazy how that happens, right?

I’ve been rereading a lot of these letters lately, especially yours

You’ve always been good with your words, it’s no wonder you’re making music of them now. I wish you would send me something. Anything. Maybe not even a letter

I think what I want from you the most right now is to punch you, then hug you, then maybe punch you again for good measure

you deserve a good beating for what you’ve done to our relationship. I miss my best friend heeseung

Love, y/n

P.s. I don’t know why I still say i love you because i hate you more than anything now

A tear dropped from your eye to the paper, falling right on the words “love, y/n”.

v. THE LANDLINE

2-25-2004

Dear y/n

Hey. It’s heeseung

I know I haven’t written to you in forever. I’m really sorry. I bet you’re really mad at me now and i get it and i would be mad at me too

I’ve just been so busy with the recent tour announcement and stuff and just haven’t had the time to send stuff

My mom told me that your mom said you’re doing good in school. I’m really proud of you and i know you’ll do great things in life. I always knew that

I’d like to meet you in person soon, if possible. I feel like a horrible friend and I’d be lying if i said it wasn’t entirely my fault

I’ll be home on the first two weeks of March, if you wanna meet then. I have a lot to talk about with you

Please get back to me asap.

Love, Heeseung

P.s. i am sorry

You held the letter with shaking hands, nearly ripping it into a million pieces. You crumpled it up into a ball, throwing at the ground and proceeding to stomp on it. You then decided to run to your bed to scream and cry into a pillow for the time being.

He wrote back after almost five months. After leaving you in the dark, basically abandoning you and your friendship, he finally responded.

You wanted to rip that letter apart as many times as it felt Heeseung had ripped apart your heart over the past few months. You wanted to pretend you didn’t see the letter, to ignore him, and continue on with your life. Honestly, you wanted to ignore the letter so you could keep on writing your hateful and depressing letters to him that you would never send.

He would be home for two weeks. You, of course, knew where his house was. You’d been a million times. The letter, although dated to have been written and sent on February 25th, was nearly a week and a half old now. Heeseung would be going back to L.A. in the next few days.

A part of you wanted to go to his house right that second, to talk to him. Let him know every single thing that you’d been holding back for the past two months; show him every unearthed emotion.

The other (and more dominant) part of you wanted to not even give him the satisfaction of seeing your face. You wanted to ignore him, just like he’d ignored you for four months.

Unfortunately, you knew you needed to be the bigger person. If anything, you’d give him an earful and feel better about yourself after.

Walking out of the bedroom in your apartment, you headed over to the landline phone, dialing the number to Heeseung’s house. You hoped his mother would answer; you needed some time to collect yourself before you spoke directly to him.

You dialed his household number just as you’d remembered it: (444)337-3864. You waited for someone to pick up.

On the third ring, Heeseung’s voice resonated through the phone clearly:

“Hello?”

vi. A FOOL, I GUESS

9-13-2003

Dear y/n

Shit has been getting crazy lately but i hope you can understand

I’m sorry for missing your last few letters i just now have gotten to reading them. Good to hear school is going good!

Cant believe next month will be a year in L.A. hahaha shits crazy

Anyway hope to hear from you soon

Miss ya love ya, from Heeseung

You stared at the paper before tucking it away in your purse again. It was the second-to-last letter you’d received. You weren’t sure why you’d felt the need to bring it with you to meet with Heeseung, but you did.

You had been waiting for him to arrive. Unintentionally, you’d arrived at the park ten minutes earlier than you’d agreed upon with him. So, you decided to wait in the comfort of your car before he showed up.

As if on cue, a familiar car (Heeseung’s mom’s car) pulled up next to you. You looked over to see Heeseung sending you an awkward smile. You quickly left your car and waited for him to do the same.

Damn, you were good at waiting for him.

The two of you quickly found a rhythm with your steps, waiting for the other to break the silence as you walked awkwardly together.

“So,” Heeseung said, biting the bullet and breaking the silence, “how’s school been?”

“Good.” You replied curtly, not sure what he wanted you to say. His mom (whom you still talked to) had told him your school was fine anyways.

“Good,” he replied, awkwardly, “that’s good. Um… just finished recording my new album recently. They’re thinking of calling it ‘The Essence of Evan’.”

“That’s cool,” you said.

“Anything new in your life?” Heeseung tried again, peeking over at you.

You kept your eyes trained on the ground, “Not really. Same old Massachusetts life.”

“Yeah,” he stiffly laughed, “sounds about right. I kinda miss it.”

You raised your eyebrows, frowning and not looking at him. Under your breath, you sarcastically replied, “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“What was that?” Heeseung turned his head.

“It doesn’t seem like you miss it, Heeseung.”

Heeseung furrowed his eyebrows, “What makes you say that?”

“I dunno,” you said, finally looking at him, “maybe because you abandoned everything for Los Angeles.”

“I did not abandon everything for Los Angeles.”

“You abandoned me,” you raised your voice, tears brimming in your eyes, “you abandoned me, Heeseung! What about that?”

“I did not abandon you,” he said, “I’m right here.”

“Right,” you laughed bitterly, “after almost five months of radio silence.”

“I-” Heeseung was at a loss for words. You were right; he didn’t say anything to you for four months straight. That was, in a sense, abandoning you and your friendship.

He stopped walking completely:

“I’m sorry.”

The apology escaped his mouth as if it was a reflex. Unfortunately, hearing it didn’t feel as rewarding as you thought it was going to.

You felt a tear escape your eye as you slowed your pace, “I waited for your response every day, Heeseung. I wrote to you even when you didn’t respond for months. You abandoned me.”

“Y/N,” he said, “I said I’m sorry.”

You turned to look at him, “I waited like an idiot because I thought you would write to me.”

“I did!” He replied, “You know I got busy. I explained it all in my last letter. I wanted to apologize in person because I was a bad friend.”

“Okay,” you said, “well, thanks for the apology.”

Heeseung walked to you, “Do you forgive me?”

Instead of answering his question, you asked your own:

“Did you receive all the letters I sent you?”

Heeseung avoided your gaze, so you asked him again.

“Did you read them, Heeseung?”

He sighed, “Yes.”

You felt the tears resurface as you turned away from him, nodding your head in disbelief.

“So you knew how bad I was hurting from it,” you said, “and you didn’t respond?”

“That’s not it,” Heeseung reasoned, “I’m telling you, I just don’t have the time to write back.”

“But you had time to read all of them…” you trailed off, “How many did I send you? At least eight?”

“Ten.”

Your heart broke further in its chest and a tear ran down your cheek.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he said, “you know I didn’t do this to hurt you.”

“No,” you refused, “Heeseung wouldn’t have done this to hurt me. But you’re not my Heeseung anymore. You’re ‘Evan’ now.”

“Stop,” he replied, “stop that.”

You offered no response and instead opted to find a bench to sit on. All the emotions were making it difficult for you to stand. How could he do this to you?

Heeseung sat on the opposite side of the bench, also not saying anything.

After a couple minutes, he broke the silence again:

“Why did you keep writing to me? After I didn’t respond? Why did you never give up on me?”

You breathed in a shaky breath and wiped the tear from your cheek, “I don’t know… I’m a fool, I guess.”

Heeseung scooted closer to you and hesitantly laid a hand on your back, caressing slowly, “I don’t think you’re a fool.”

You said nothing else for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s presence for a bit. Two hurt people sitting on a park bench in the first week of March, letting the sounds of nature speak for them.

“You know,” you spoke quietly, “I loved you for a long time. Maybe that’s why I didn’t give up on you.”

Heeseung’s hand stopped moving.

You stood up from the park bench, walking back to your car. The tears flowed freely now, drawing some attention from nearby park-goers.

You didn’t look back at him.

vii. HOLLYWOOD THING

8-23-2004

Dear y/n,

I know you’re probably throwing these away at this point, but I’m writing to you again

I miss you so much. Celebrity life isn’t the same knowing I can’t hear back from you. Sure, telling you I recorded some shit is fun but I wanna hear from your life

I’ve tried calling your landline a few times but obviously you haven’t answered. Sometimes I call just to hear the voicemail thing you have set up ha

I think I realized something recently : I don’t want to do life without you. You’re truly the treasure in my life and I agonize over the fact that I ruined something so good

I know you won’t send anything back because I haven’t heard from you since I saw you in person but sometimes I wonder:

What if I had stopped you from walking away? Would things be any different?

I also think about what you said often. About loving me for a long time and stuff. Did you mean that?? Because if I think about it, I’m pretty sure I loved you too. I wish I wouldn’t have been such an idiot about it though because now I lost you

You were never the fool between us. It’s always been me. I wish I could go back in time and forget this whole Hollywood thing

I miss you I miss normal life I miss Massachusetts I just wish I could change everything

I know I’m late to being filled with regret but that doesn’t change a thing

I miss you so much

Love, Heeseung

viii. LAST PAPER

11-02-2004

Dear heeseung,

I already know I’m not sending this to you so it doesn’t matter what I write

good news is that this is my last paper in this stupid fucking notebook so I won’t even have the chance to send you anything even if I wanted to . Which I don’t and I won’t send you anything

Just to let you know I have read all the things you sent me and it feels bittersweet that the roles are reversed now but whatever. Your letters make good fire fuel

I’ve saved a few though. I have a boyfriend of a few months now and he and I like to read them so he can realize how lucky he was to have you had fumbled me :)

His name is Jay and he hates your music btw.

also please stop filling my voicemail box because I keep having to delete everything and it drives me nuts

After I finish writing this then I’ll never have to think about you again.!!!

Weirdly enough i had to move some of my stuff to my moms for storage and I lost all those letters I wrote you about a year ago so maybe that’s a sign that the part of my life involving you is over

maybe that’s a good thing

From y/n

You stared at the paper for some time before crumpling it up and throwing it right into the trash.

[rekino2114]

Hello! Could I please request Makima cooking dinner for M!Reader and their child Nayuta, only when she goes to call them for dinner, she finds the reader asleep on the sofa with Nayuta on his lap? Nayuta could also be asleep or trying to wake her father up.

Thank you either way, and keep up the great writing!

A/n:this was supposed a quick post but I ended up getting into writing it a lot but tbh I always get into writing the nayuta daughter au a lot cause I love it. I know this wasn't exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it

Makima:darling, nayuta, dinner is ready! Come and eat

[Makima waits for a bit before she tilts her head in confusion]

Makima:darling? It's ready

[After even more time, she stands up and starts searching the house for you and your daughter]

Makima:y/n? Nayuta? Where are you?

[Eventually she stops when she finds nayuta curled up in a ball in the hallway]

Makima:oh sweetie, dinner is-.......wait are you crying?

Nayuta:....*sniffles* m-mommy!

Makima:w-what happened?

Nayuta:DADDY IS DEAD!

[Hearing this makima's face immediately darkens as her heart drops]

Makima:..........w-what?

Nayuta:look!

[Nayuta starts dragging her mom to the living room where you're there.......sleeping on the couch]

Makima:.............

Nayuta:..*starts crying* DADDY'S DEAAAAAD!!!!

[Makima blinks then starts giggling]

Makima:nayuta, sweetie, he's just sleeping

Nayuta:B-BUT I TRIED TO WAKE HIM UP AND IT DIDN'T WORK!!!

[Your daughter walks up to the couch and pokes your cheek repeatedly which fails in waking you up]

Nayuta:LOOK!!!

Makima:dad is just really tired because he had a really hard mission

Nayuta:R-really?

Makima:yes he's just tired, I'll wake him up now

[Makima goes on the couch too and starts softly stroking your hair and whispering in your ear]

Makima:darling, it's time for dinner, can you wake up for me?

[You slowly start to wake up and see your wife smiling at you]

Makima:good morning love, are you well rested?

Y/n:o-oh did I sleep for too long? Sorry makima

Makima:it's alright darling, I know you're tired but there was someone who took it not that well

Y/n:oh really? What hap-

[You're suddenly silenced by nayuta tackling you into a hug......well as much as her small body could tackle yours]

Nayuta:i-*sniffle* I thought you were dead! You worried me so much daddy! *sniffles* you're so mean!!!

[You instantly hug nayuta back and pet her head]

Y/n:calm down yuta, I'm never leaving you

Nayuta:p-promise?

Y/n:yes I promise

Nayuta:.........ok.......sorry daddy

Y/n:it's alright, now go and sit for dinner ok?

[She nods and leaves as you sigh and look back at makima]

Y/n:was I really asleep for that long?

Makima:Well......yes

Y/n:sorry, I'm just really exhausted, that devil was really tough to fight

Makima:don't worry darling, it's not your fault, let's go eat now and later I'll give you cuddles so you can relax

Y/n:Thanks you're the best

[You and makima kiss and then you start going towards the kitchen but you see she doesn't move]

Y/n:Is everything OK makima?

Makima:.....yes y/n, sorry I know it's kinda silly but......I got a bit worried too

Y/n:really?

Makima:oh please don't worry about it, everything is fine now

[You smile and go to hug makima too]

Y/n:You know i'm not leaving you either right? Never

Makima:...........thank you

Y/n:it's nothing, let's go eat now ok? I'm really hungry so I can't wait for whatever delicious meal you prepared

Makima:I'm glad you're excited I'm sure you'll love it

[You two kiss one last time and go to the kitchen to eat together and have a great time]

[ryker-writes]

Greetings, my friend –

You've been trying to get me into twst for a while, and I might be encouraged to play if you write something featuring the characters you think I'd like (give me emos & traumatised men). The scenario can be whatever you want pookie

Love the writing, keep it up ♡

p.s. if I like this I'll write you hcs for the npcs you like in our dnd campaign 🥰

Trips over myself with how fast I go to answer

Emo's and traumatized men...well, just about every housewarden is full of trauma. But emos/edgy men are more do-able! So, you get Malleus, Lilia, Leona, and Idia. You also get Jaxon as a bonus because you know him, he's emo, and traumatized! Please get the game, I'm begging you

Remember when I told all of you to say hi to my friend that's stalking my blog? Yeah, this is them

A very academic and studious s/o

Malleus:

Now, Malleus is a very smart guy himself, but he's never had to put as much effort in school as you are

He's seen many students put themselves deep into their studies (especially those failing), but you do it even when you're doing well in classes, almost like it's fun?

He's very perplexed by you, but he does understand and respect your ambition for your studies

Study dates! Study dates!

Well, it's more like you studying while he admires you and watches you with that fond loving smile

He doesn't need to study, he's one of the top mages for a reason, but he'll happily listen to you telling him all about what you're reading about and offer any insights he may have

Though he'll tell you all about gargoyles if you want!

Regardless if you're human, fae, beastman, merfolk, Malleus treats you a little like a fragile creature that forgets your own needs, so he's going to be reminding you of breaks and to drink water because he hates to see you not taking care of yourself

You will never have tp pay for your books or any school supplies every again because he's buying you brand new everything without even blinking

He admires your dedication, but part of him also wants your attention on him instead of the books so you might find him closer than usual on days when he wants your attention

It starts with sitting closer, and then becomes him trying to bring you snacks and water earlier than normal, to him trying to convince you to take longer breaks, and if you still don't give him as much attention, he's not against teleporting your schoolwork away for the evening

He looks like a sad puppy when you reject him attention for your studies

Malleus most happy just spending time around you, so hold his hand while you study or ask him what he thinks of the topics while in the peaceful quiet of one of your dorm rooms, and he'll be happy

Lilia:

Similarly to Malleus, he doesn't need to study that much

I mean technically he doesn't even need to be at Night Raven College and he's only there to support Malleus anyway, so studying isn't really his thing

but he'll happily help! And maybe distract you from time to time during it because he wants your attention

if you're studying history, he's got you covered, I mean, he's literally in the history books sooooo

he could actually tell you more about the history than the books will to be honest

his memory on all the things is like easy way to write a paper if you ever need, and he'll happily tell you everything in long stories

he'll bring you snacks and stuff, but it's probably best you don't eat it. If you do, well, you won't be able to study or do any work because you'll be sick in bed

while you're studying, he might poke you or ask you questions to try and get your attention on him, but if you're persistent and keep studying, he might just crawl his way into your space

he'll hang down from the ceiling above you and try to surprise you, crawl on your back, or he'd even worm his way into your lap

there's no way out of holding him. He's too persistent. Just give in

you might hear him mumbling about your dedication things like, "Ah, to be young again" or "the youth of today are fascinating in their determination"

he never elaborates on that either or says anything else when you question him

now, if you're studying too hard and pushing yourself beyond your limits, he's stopping you by literally carrying you away

despite his small size, he's absolutely going to succeed, don't even try to fight because it's futile (he's literally a war general, you're not winning)

he'll drag you far away from your books as he's telling you all about how you need to stay healthy and not push yourself too hard or else you won't be able to do your best work or be energized when you need it most

don't you worry though, he's good at helping you pace yourself (Forcibly moving you away when he's deemed you've done enough studying after a few hours) and you'll never be able to overwork yourself on his watch

Leona:

First of all, how dare you

anytime you're studying, he glares at those books like they've personally burned his home or something

don't get me wrong, he's not against you wanting to do well in school, but he just hates that you spend so much time with the books

you should be spending time with him >:|

he's going to be next to you the entire time too like if you're sitting on the ground or a bed, he's curled around you or laying across your lap

if you're sitting at a desk, he'll be a bit grumpier and try and convince you to move somewhere more comfortable

if you're too stubborn (his words), he'd either sit on the ground next to you and rest his head in your lap, or he'd pick you up and sit in the chair himself and place you in his lap before resting his head on your back and wrapping his arms around you

he's 100% napping while you study so you have the background noise of him snoring

Leona would like to listen to you talk about what you're studying, purely because he likes to fall asleep to your voice

He could help, but he's not a big fan of helping because he thinks you can figure it out on your own, and also he doesn't want to use his mind to figure it out

he knows the answers, but he doesn't do any of the schoolwork himself because it's too much work and effort

its why he's been held back before, like it's too much work for him, but if you can somehow convince him to let you help, he might be willing to give it a shot (if you promise to give him more cuddles or affection in return)

yeah, there's no overworking yourself or pushing yourself too hard while he's literally right there, like there's no way he's letting that happen

he will drag you to the bed and lay on top of you, and then make Ruggie hide your books somewhere until he deems it's okay for you to get back to studying

try as you might, Ruggie isn't telling you where he put them, like Leona has bribed him good for this

please don't test Leona with how far he'll go, he's not against using his unique magic to turn your work to sand

if you ever ignore him for schoolwork, he can get SO annoying and demanding for attention

you know how cats sometimes push their way into your lap and push the things you have away? He does that when he really wants your attention

good luck

Jaxon:

okay, we all know Jaxon loves his goody-two-shoes people, but this also goes for super smart people, like his twst ship is literally a guy that is obsessed with rules and success like come on now

it's basically his type

that being said, he doesn't get it at all! Jaxon himself has never done well in school (though that's partially for other reasons), nor does he have any desire to push himself nearly as hard as you do in order to do well in classes

the only class he can maybe help you with is music or practical magic, but even then he's sometimes struggling

on the bright side, he's not against bribing asking Ruggie to get anything you need to study, and has even asked him to get snacks or drinks sometimes for you

please don't ask him to read anything for you, he still struggles sometimes with his dyslexia and is trying so hard to act like it's not affecting him (especially in front of you)

Jaxon doesn't invade your space while studying like some people, but he does linger in the general area

if you ask he'd place you in his lap while you study or sit with his back against yours or against the side of your chair

usually he's on his phone or making small adjustments to one of his guitars (but if the noise bothers you he'd stop)

if you're lucky and in the privacy of one of your dorm rooms, he'd maybe get some sleep

tired and uncaring as he may seem half the time, he does pay close attention to you while you're studying

his care and attention while you're studying is done silently, with a water bottle or a snack silently being placed next to you

or if you're working too hard or studying for too long, he'll yank the books and papers once you're at an okay stopping point, and take them away

now, I don't know how tall you are, but he's pretty tall and one of the tallest among students, and he's not above holding your work out of your reach

most likely though he'd just hide it or keep it on him and make sure you can't take it from him, and if he's desperate, he'd hide it in his dad's office

he'd rather spend time with Crowley than let you overwork yourself

chances of getting him to study with you are slim, but I wish you luck

Idia:

Studying? You mean you actually study?

okay, Idia is a gamer and chronically online and speaks in internet terms, all his "studying" is done virtually with some game or video playing in the background

it's a great sentiment, wanting to do well in school, but he has daily quests to do in his games too

Idia isn't a guy that gets/is capable of handling a lot of physical affection, so he may break down if you want to hold his hand or have him connected to you while studying

his room is like a distraction goldmine, but unfortunately getting him to leave his room and study somewhere else is an extremely difficult task, so I hope you're good at focusing

you can have study dates, but it might include the background noise of one of his games running and the buzzing of technology

he (lovingly) refers to the great times you spend studying as "the grind" or the "XP farming so you can level up"

though he can help when you need it! He's an introvert and attends classes virtually, but he knows his stuff and can help you with most of the more practical subjects, especially math and science

if you really needed help though, he's already developed a virtual program to help him study with reminders for food and drinks and tools to help you review!

speaking of reminders for food and drinks, yeah, if he's not using that program then there's no way he's going to remember to even feed himself, much less you too

Ortho is probably gonna have to come in and remind both of you to take care of yourselves every hour or so, but don't worry, he's used to it with Idia

this also applies with reminders of when to stop/sleep, because Idia stays up late anyway

but! if he's absorbed in his game, he might stop every little bit and check in and be like "Shouldn't you be asleep?? Do you know what time it is?? Your energy bar has to be running low"

while he admires your dedication (though he doesn't fully understand it), he struggles to enforce his care unlike the others

he can't force you to do anything, but he's sure gonna try and pester you for a while if you don't take care of yourself

Idia sucks at taking care of himself, but he's not gonna let that happen to you

if worst comes to worst, he'll lock your work away in a safe with the highest technological security until you rest

[lieran03]

Raising Their Voice

Love and Deepspace Fanfic

The usual calm and soft men who never raise their voice suddenly did so in front of you, and that's only to protect you

Genre: fluff/slice of life Pairing: Xavier x fem!reader (usage of Starlight as nickname) Words: 1770 Warning: none!

Writing commission || Ko-fi || AO3 acc

Zayne's || Rafayel's || Sylus' || Caleb's

Based on THIS request

It was a secret mission.

It was supposed to be a high-class mission where not everyone could get the information.

Yet, Xavier would always get his way to find out about the mission. He always tries his best to be her partner. No matter what, even if it was supposed to be a solo mission, Xavier feels better knowing that she was within his reach. He might not say a thing, didn’t want to be truthful to her, but his sole reason was to make sure she was fine and not hurt through the mission given to her.

The solo mission, and a secret one, was found out by Xavier. Once he gathered enough information about where he needed to go and what type of Wanderer awaited, he vanished almost as fast as he arrived to get the information he wanted. It didn’t take too long for him to arrive where she was, almost half-beaten by the Wanderers that kept increasing.

For one, it was a fortunate thing that he came, helping her to beat the remaining Wanderer and protect her from getting hurt more. But, the moment he knows everything has calmed down, he throws a glare at her, as if asking why he didn’t get an invitation, asking if he wanted to be a partner. It might be a solo mission, but Jenna would probably trust the mission to him, too, knowing how powerful he was.

“Let’s get you to the hospital first.” Were the only words he said after helping her stand up. Finding she was avoiding eye contact with him, Xavier over a smile before continuing, “Starlight, I’m not angry at you. No, never. It’s just I’m a bit disappointed.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” she replied, holding Xavier’s hand tighter to anchor herself. “It might be even better if you’re mad and angry at me.”

Seeing how insecure—remorseful—she is, Xavier tightened his grip, hoping that his gesture would make her feel better. He was there, and he is not mad at her. It was his usual subtle way to tell her, his partner, that everything was alright, and he was okay. His gesture finally got a response, the girl was looking up at him, watching his eyes show tenderness.

“As I told you already,” Xavier started once he got the attention he wanted, “that I’m not mad. Disappointed, yes. But we can work on it together. For now, let’s get you to the hospital to check you up. Do you want to go to Akso or to the nearest one here? In my judgment, it would be better for us to go somewhere near first.”

She knows, when she didn’t listen to Xavier, bad things somehow always happened. Trusting everything to him, she decided to nod and mumbled a short I prefer that way too, before letting Xavier drag her aching limb. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt her consciousness come and go. It took everything inside of her to fight the dizziness, she didn’t want to add the trouble to Xavier, who had to drag her—bring her—to the hospital.

“I wanted to use my evol, but moving too fast would be bad for your wound.” Xavier’s explanation didn’t make everything better, but she also knows that it was his way to keep her grounded.

He already knew she was trying so hard to keep her consciousness.

Although there were a lot of doubts, feeling a bit scared, Xavier was finally able to bring her to the nearest hospital. Shouts and calls of urgency can be heard through her hazy state. And in no time, the treatment has started and she already able to rest. Xavier was taking care of the needed things, wanting her to have a short rest after all the fighting and the blood loss.

“You’re really dedicated to being able to drag her all the way here. It would be hard for her to stay awake, so whatever you’re doing, it’s really great,” one of the nurses said, receiving the paper Xavier had just finished signing off. “She should be okay now, and since you’re her partner, you can go and meet her. We didn’t sign her to a room since she already registered at Akso, and she also said she wanted to go there as soon as possible, let her doctor check her up thoroughly.”

Xavier said nothing and nodded his head silently. It took a few seconds for him to say thanks and ask where she was. The nurse asked him if he wanted her to tell the way, yet he only said he didn’t need that, knowing he would probably be hindered with their work. Smiling with the understanding given, the nurse finally told him where to go, seeing Xavier off to where she told him.

“I have met a lot of Hunters, and you’re not even the first one that goes to this hospital. But, I still couldn’t believe what you did!” It was silent for a moment before it continued with another shout. “You got the blood all over the hospital, do you know how hard it was for us to clean it?”

“Ah … I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Of course, you didn’t know. Once you are all good and patched up, all of you Hunters always go to a higher and renowned hospital such as Akso. And then, all the credits for those who help the Hunter would go to them, not us. While we are here, helping the Hunters in need, using all of our power to save them, we are always looked over!”

“That was ….”

It was a sudden shout, too sudden for anyone to react properly. She’s not the only Hunter the hospital helps, she’s also not the only Hunter to taint the hospital with their blood. It was also not like she was the one to leave the hospital just because they could go to a bigger one. She knows her personal physician would want to examine her thoroughly, making she didn’t want to add the burden to the hospital where she only got patched.

“Ah, you, Hunter, wouldn’t even think about us or be concerned about us, right? What an annoying bunch. Always promoting yourselves as the good people who protect the world, when in fact you just abusing any power you guys have.”

“I think that’s enough of how you talk to her,” Xavier cut off before any more hurtful words could be heard.

“Who are …?!” The doctor, who has been rambling to her, stares at the person coming, only to find the Hunter uniform, along with some blood still attached. “Ah, another Hunter. You too, are the same, just as annoying as her! If you only want to get a patch, do not go here and ….”

The shout only gets louder, earning a few glances from the other patients treated there. What kind of commotion that the doctor have to get involved in? Xavier could be careless with what others said about him, or the way they talk to him—such as shouting and throwing curse words—but what concerned him was the fact that this doctor had been talking in the same way to her, even throwing hate about the job she was proud of.

Not to her, nor the job she has been working hard for.

“Don’t you know what enough was? I thought that you were a doctor, but I guess a doctor can also be so mannerless. And what? You’re throwing your hatred and this nonsense at her? if she’s not working here, maybe this hospital would blow up by the Wanderer, are you happier that way?”

“That … that was ….” Xavier’s words made the doctor slightly tremble.

To others, Xavier must have sounded only mad, almost shouting, throwing hurtful words, and just trying to defend her. But for her who was always with Xavier, listening to his voice and his words, there was a slight change to his tone. The way he usually talks and the way he speaks it were all different. He always speaks softly, he always uses a calm voice, not ever raising his voice even a bit.

His calm nature was long gone.

“Did you have anything else to say?” Xavier asked, this time his voice was lower, nothing like his usual soft tone, yet not raised.

“Just because you’re a Hunter, and most probably in a higher rank than her, you can stomp on me, on us doctors! Have you ever seen yourself? Killing Wanderer and then acting like a hero, after killing something.”

Xavier takes a look at her, trying to see if there was an uncomfortable look given. When he sees one, he knows that it was his job to finish it all. There was no other reason for him to hold back when he made his dearest feel small with what she did. She only wanted to protect the world. And Xavier knows how much she thinks highly of it.

“Stop your prattling mouth before I make you.” Xavier’s voice once again rose, shocking everyone, including her, who had never heard him using that tone.

Sensing that it might get worse, she decided to stand up, holding back a grunt, and put her hand to the wound, standing beside Xavier and intertwining their fingers. A whisper came from her, telling him to stop and not to raise his voice anymore. Her eyes darted everywhere, trying to make sure that the attention wasn’t too much.

She’s not ready for Jenna to send a letter telling her she’s suspended for making a ruckus at a hospital.

“Let’s go home, Xavier,” she whispered once again. “Your energy isn’t worth spending with this kind of doctor, and looking at it, it feels like he is only a resident.”

A tighter hold can be felt by Xavier, and he decided to see her in the eyes, finding she was half begging him. Seeing how she was trying so hard to get his attention, Xavier’s eyes softened. Once he found hers, everything inside of him melted. She was right, there’s no need for him to make this complicated, he needs to bring her back to Akso Hospital soon.

“Let’s go back,” Xavier finally said, his voice calm, and a slight smile could be seen. The moment he started to walk away, with them still intertwining their fingers, Xavier finally looked back, looking at the doctor, who trembled. “And I warn you, if you ever dare to make fun of other Hunters, I will come back to finish you myself.”