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[bruisedboys]

second nature — bob reynolds

bob tells you he’s never been kissed. you decide to change that. (post thunderbolts, spoiler free!)

bob reynolds x fem!reader, fluff, friends in love, kissing, thunderbolt!reader (or at least she is implied to live in avengers tower), 1.7k words

“You’re telling me you’ve never been kissed?”

Bob’s face is already hot, but now it burns like a furnace. You’re staring at him like he’s grown two heads.

“No,” Bob shakes his head, embarrassed under your gaze. He looks at his hands instead. “I mean… not properly.”

You must be able to tell he’s embarrassed about it, because you soften.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” you say gently. Bob didn't think you meant it like that, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. You twist towards him. “I just meant … I don’t know, you’re cute. How come no one’s ever kissed you before?”

Bob goes a bit blind. He’s already nervous enough, having you in his room like this. You’re meant to be playing his new video game together, but you’d gotten talking about an old high school fling who used to play video games and was, incidentally, a terrible kisser. You’d asked Bob if he’d ever had a kiss so bad it made him want to brush his teeth five times over, and he’d blurted his secret before he’d even considered lying.

“I don’t know,” Bob mumbles. The tips of his ears burn. He wonders if he imagined you calling him cute. “Nobody’s ever liked me that much, I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence. Bob realises he’s made a pretty pathetic image of himself (as if he wasn’t enough of a loser already), and he goes to amend, but you beat him to it.

“I find that hard to believe,” you say. You put your controller down on the duvet by your hip and twist to face him. You’re sitting side by side on the end of his bed, legs dangling over the edge. It’s a big bed — it’s a big tower. Bob’s still not used to living in the Avengers old headquarters, and he doesn’t think he ever will be.

Bob swallows and finally looks up at you. You’ve got this look on your face that he can’t put a name to. The forgotten video game glowing on the TV reflects back, colouring your features different shades of blue and orange. You’re really pretty. He’s really nervous.

An awkward chuckle tumbles from his mouth, “Why’s that?” He asks.

You shrug one shoulder. “‘Cos you’re really nice. And funny. You’re handsome too, if that helps,” you say, grinning a bit now.

Bob just blinks at you, flummoxed. Is he dreaming? He doesn’t remember falling asleep.

“Are you making fun of me?” He asks eventually. He doesn’t think you ever would, but he can’t fathom that fact that maybe, you’re telling the truth.

You shake your head vehemently. “No. No, what? I’m serious, Bob, you’re a great guy,” you say earnestly. Then, like an afterthought, “I’d kiss you,” you add quietly.

Bob short circuits. He truly can’t figure out if he’s dreaming or not. Surely, he is. Surely you, the loveliest, prettiest girl he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing, doesn’t want to kiss him. He searches for something to say but all that comes out is,

“Oh.”

You grin, not teasing but getting close. “You don’t believe me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Bob flounders, “I—no. I mean, yes? I… I don’t know.”

Smooth, he thinks sarcastically, then promptly shuts his mouth before he can say anything else stupid. Meanwhile, you’re leaning closer, your thigh pressing into his.

”I can prove it, if you like,” you say in a quiet voice.

Bob’s heart hammers. “Prove … what?”

It’s a stupid question, but you’ve never made him feel stupid and he doesn’t think you ever will. You just smile softly.

”Prove that I want to kiss you,” you say simply. “Can I?”

Bob doesn’t know how to respond to that. He’s not sure if he’s lightheaded from your proximity, your sweet perfume, your words, or a mix of all three. He finds himself nodding.

“Okay,” he says.

He watches in a sort of trance as your eyes flicker to his mouth and back up again.

“You sure?” You ask.

Bob’s never been more sure of anything in his life. He tries not to breathe too fast. “Yeah,” he nods.

You grin. Now Bob’s looking at your lips, the curve of your Cupid’s bow, your plump bottom lip. The tip of your tongue as it darts out to wet your top lip.

His heart thuds in his chest.

“Alright,” you say. “Shut your eyes, handsome.”

Bob slams his eyes shut and stays very still. He’s so nervous he can feel it in his bones, a warm sort of buzzing deep in his limbs. It’s unfamiliar and strange, but not uncomfortable. He feels you moving closer, and then feels your hand on his shoulder. Jolts of electricity go down his arm.

“You ready?” You ask in a whisper.

You’re so close now Bob can feel your breath on his lips when you speak. Meanwhile, he can’t speak, so he just tilts his chin up in response.

You take the hint. You press your lips to his and kiss him. Bob forgets how to think — your lips are warm, your kiss achingly soft. He doesn’t know what to do with himself but let himself be kissed, his heart pounding so hard now he’s sure you can hear it. You kiss him for longer than he’s expecting, your thumb pressing into the fleshy part of his shoulder. When you pull away, he wants more.

“How was that?” You whisper. You’re very, very close, so close Bob could count your eyelashes if he wanted to. The glow of the TV reflects warm orange in your eyes.

“Not a real kiss,” Bob murmurs. Your kissing has left him feeling braver than usual.

Your eyes glint and you grin, all Cheshire Cat-like. “I was just warming you up,” you say a little defensively. “You want to go again?”

Bob nods. His nose bumps yours. “Please.”

You kiss him again. You’re more sure this time, warmer, like you were waiting for him to ask for more. Your hand migrates to the very top of his back, your arm caging his shoulder as you push up into the kiss. Bob finds himself kissing back, though he doesn’t really know how, he’s just following your lead. Your thigh starts to squash his and he doesn’t care, ‘cos you taste like butter popcorn and something sweet, and you’re kissing him like you’ve wanted to do this about as long as he has.

You move closer, your kisses getting surer, and Bob’s hand starts to move of its own accord, an invisible thread tugging it towards your waist. His thumb skips over your sweater, and his hand aches with want, but he hesitates.

You break away from the kiss.

“You can touch me,” you murmur with a lopsided grin. “Go on.”

You reach down and take his hand in yours, pressing it to your waist. Bob swallows. You’re so warm, and his hand fits perfectly to the dip of your waist, his pinky finger sliding over the bump of your hip. If he’d known touching you would be like this, he’d have done it much earlier.

“S’that okay?” He asks you.

You nod. “Yeah. You can touch my face, too, if you want. Do you wanna try kissing me now?”

Bob does want to, very badly, but he’s afraid he’ll mess it up. “I don't know how,” he says honestly, past caring how pathetic he sounds.

You shrug. “That’s okay,” you say gently. Your hand returns to his shoulder and you push your palm up towards his neck. You lean close until your noses almost touch. “Just do what I did, okay? I’ll help you.”

You let your eyes fall shut. Bob, his heart rampant with nerves all over again, takes that as his sign and moves forward to slot his mouth with yours. It’s messy — his nose squashes into yours, and he’s not sure whether to part his lips or not. His decision gets made for him when your lips part very slightly under the pressure of his kiss.

“That’s good,” you murmur against his lips, nodding encouragingly. “Good job.”

You grab his neck and tug yourself closer. Your mouth is hot, your hand greedy at the nape of his neck. Bob remembers what you said before, and raises his free hand to very gently cup your jaw. You’re abnormally warm under his touch, and when he presses his palm to your neck, he can feel your pulse going almost as fast as his.

He pulls away from you an inch, suddenly concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning. “Your pulse is a riot.”

He must sound as clueless as he feels, because you give a breathless laugh.

“You’re making me nervous,” you say shyly.

Bob blinks. “Oh,” he says. He didn't know he had the capability to make you nervous.

You giggle breathlessly, lips all swollen and dark pink, and Bob decides he’s in love with you right then and there.

”Yeah, oh,” you echo, smiling like a fool. “Kiss me again, will you?”

Bob doesn’t need to be asked twice. His hand roves around to the small of your back and he kisses you again, and sure, it’s not perfect, but you make up for it by kissing him back so ardently that it’s a wonder Bob doesn’t pass out. Your hand pushes up into his hair, greedy as anything, and now he’s sure he’s gonna pass out. You tug at the strands of hair at the very nape of his neck and Bob makes a sound he can’t help. He whimpers.

He’s about to die of embarrassment when he feels you smile against his lips.

“Feels nice?” You ask, pulling back, but not before giving him a few short kisses.

”Sorry,” Bob says back. He’s almost certain he’s steaming at the ears right now.

You shake your head. “Nothing to be sorry for, handsome,” you kiss the side of his mouth, your fingers curling into his hair like it’s second nature. “You want me to keep going?”

Bob’s not sure he could handle it, but he nods anyway. If the others find him passed out or dead in his own bedroom in the morning, he’s blaming it on you.

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[cheol-e-kat]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

the unknown sender one

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

summary: seungcheol keeps getting nudes and he hasn't a clue from who, but maybe you do

genre: rivals to lovers, college au

word count: 1.8k

He loved that you pretended to hate him. Every time you had given him side eye in class or avoided him at a party - all fake. Every time he watched you pointedly flirt with someone else in front of him - it was just an act.

He wasn’t jealous, though. Because no matter what you did, no matter what the little performance was for the day, he knew exactly who you really wanted.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

It had started with dirty messages. 

At first he had no idea who was texting him, but they were fun. 

How could he be mad at someone who told him in detail all the ways they wanted him to fuck them - all the random moments in a day when they would rather be sucking his cock than doing whatever they were doing. 

He didn’t think it would last very long, maybe a few days or a week at most. 

But he was surprised when they continued. There were the normal dirty texts, but then there was a photo early one morning. First one photo and then a second one. 

The first was of panties, blue mesh with little white polka dots. 

He had chewed his lip lightly before messaging back. 

[seungcheol]

v cute

Then there was the second photo that had made his cock stiffen. 

He didn’t know what to say because this time whoever it was sending the texts and photos was sitting, wearing the cute panties. Her gorgeous thighs open, and her fingers dipping down between her legs, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side to reveal her very wet pussy lips. 

[unknown]

just for you

His mouth was like cotton. His brain was mush. He could barely think of his own name, much less a message to respond. 

He had jammed his phone in his pocket and left for class. In all reality, he had no idea how he even made it to the right class. 

He barely took notes. You were sitting next to him, thanks to assigned seating and no other reason. 

He was surprised when you even glanced his way during break. 

“No notes today?“ You quipped. 

He shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know.”

You watched him for a moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” he mumbled, still thinking about whoever was wearing those blue panties. 

You bit your lip gently. “Do you want to borrow my notes later?”

It was the second unexpected thing to happen to him. You - his rival in almost every class who made no secret of how you couldn’t stand him. You were offering to share your precious notes. 

He glanced at you then. “What?” He asked softly in surprise. 

You sighed. “Do you want to borrow my notes?” You repeated yourself slowly, dragging out every syllable. 

He didn’t care - he just nodded. 

“Okay, but it’s only because you look like someone broke your brain or something,” you muttered with a small smile. 

He nodded because that was accurate. Someone had broken his brain. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

And they seemed to enjoy it because it became like a morning ritual. Two photos. 

Until one Saturday morning it changed. 

There was just one photo. 

No panties for him to imagine. 

Just her naked pussy. And her fingers shoved inside herself. 

He replied almost immediately. 

[seungcheol]

that’s not fair

He watched the little dots on his screen. 

[unknown]

what’s unfair is that u never show me anything in return 

He scoffed. “What the fuck?” He muttered. It wasn’t that his dick wasn’t hard - it definitely was. 

[seungcheol]

ur asking to see my dick??

He waited again. 

[unknown]

yae cheol show me ur gorgeous cock i know it’s better irl than anything i can imagine

She sent another photo, her breasts, her pussy, everything, like she was waiting to be fucked. 

He bit his lip gently, reading the message over again and staring at the photo. 

[seungcheol]

fuck ur beautiful […]

how do you imagine it?

[unknown]

srsly

[seungcheol]

ya srsly […]

tell me

[unknown]

big and thick […]

perfect pink head that i want to lick and suck and tease 

He groaned as he slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear, pumping his cock roughly.

He was used to a few messages here and there, but not an actual conversation. 

[seungcheol]

i want you swallowing me

[unknown]

mhm i’d love you to fuck my mouth […]

nice and rough

He bit his lip, knowing he was on the edge. 

[seungcheol]

want to fuck your pussy too […]

cum inside you […]

fill you up

[unknown]

knew you were nasty […]

so fuckin perf

He was so close to coming. He shoved his underwear off and sat up to snap a photo of himself. Whoever it was, she wasn’t wrong about him. The only thing she missed was the way precum was dripping down his shaft. 

He hit ‘send’ and finished himself off. He took a photo of that too - his still hard cock standing stiff and his cum covered stomach. 

He sent it. 

[unknown]

fuck ur still hard […]

i want u inside me […]

want you fucking me full bby

He grinned as he used his tshirt to wipe his clean up his cum. 

[seungcheol]

i’d have to know who u are first

[unknown]

u do kno me tho

He chewed his lip lightly. 

[seungcheol]

yea but not really

[unknown]

you’ve seen my pussy 

He grinned. 

[seungcheol]

so i should go around looking for the pussy that matches the photos??

[unknown]

no. you should not 

He had never asked who it was. He kind of liked not knowing, or at least knowing it could be almost anyone. 

[unknown]

maybe we could meet

It had been going on for weeks. 

[seungcheol]

you really want to meet?

He waited for an answer, wondering if she was serious. 

[unknown]

maybe […]

see you later cheollie 

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what that meant. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He met you later that day. For whatever reason you’d decided that working together was smarter than competing, so you’d been meeting for the last few weeks to share notes and practice exams. 

He sat in the normal spot where you met, north campus library, fifth floor, near the windows. 

You were a few minutes late, apologizing as you sat down. He smiled, wondering why you cared about being a few minutes late on a Saturday. 

“Good morning?” You asked as you opened your laptop. 

He nodded. “Yeah, you?”

You nodded, smiling. “Really good,” you murmured. 

He blushed slightly - there was something about the way you said it was a really good morning that made his dick twitch. It felt familiar somehow. 

You sighed softly, typing away. He yawned, waiting for you to tell him which exam you wanted to review. 

You glanced at him. “Cute.”

“I was up late.” He shrugged. 

“Oh yeah? What’s her name?”

He snorted. “Her name is beer pong.”

You glanced up, smirking. “So you’re good?”

He nodded. “Pretty good, yeah.”

You smiled. “Hmm, just pretty good or actually good?”

“Actually good.”

You nodded. “Would you maybe want to come to a party with me then?”

You continued to surprise him. Since when had you ever wanted to be seen anywhere with him. 

“Why?”

“Because there’s someone more annoying than you who I really want to beat,” you said with a smile. 

He rolled his eyes. 

You sighed and looked at him. “Okay, look, please, Seungcheol? I just need a partner for like a few rounds, and if we win, I’ll owe you,” you said, your voice was just the tiniest bit whiny. 

It was cute.

He chewed his lip lightly. “Owe me how?”

“One social favor of equal or lesser value,” you said sweetly. 

It was bizarre, but so was everything else. So he agreed.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He had seen you out before, and he had maybe been stupid enough when he first met you to try to talk to you, thinking that being competitive over grades didn’t extend to social things. And you shot him down blindingly fast.

But tonight was different. 

You invited him over to pre-game before the party. He had stopped questioning anything you did by then.

After a few shots, of course, he followed you into your bedroom. And when you were straddling his lap, kissing him, your hands tangling in his hair, all he could think was that you were on the cusp of fucking.

Until you leaned back, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your thighs, pushing up your skirt. He swallowed hard when he saw.

No underwear. He looked up at you, biting his lip. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

You smiled, leaning close, lips brushing his cheek. “You wanted to meet, right?”

He squeezed your thighs gently. “You?”

“Mmmh, me,” you whispered.

He hummed. “And I thought you hated me.” He fell back on your bed. 

You traced your hands down his chest. “No, you’re just annoying - smart and so annoying.”

He grinned softly, his hands tracing high on your hip and down lower, his fingers skimming just above your pussy. “How’d you even get my number?”

You sighed softly. “You gave it to me first year.” Your hands covered his, pulling them up to your breasts.

He moaned. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling your hips towards him, wanting to eat you from below. He’d been thinking about your pussy all day, not even knowing it was yours, now he wanted to drown in you. 

He licked up into you, tasting you. 

You moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined.

He grinned, adding his fingers, like he had any plans to stop what he was doing to you. 

He loved the sounds you made, all the soft whines and the way you whispered his name. Every word was needy and sweet.

And then you came - you leaned forward, bracing yourself against the wall, mewling his name. “Oh fuck, please - please don’t stop.” You were gasping. 

He grabbed your thighs harder, holding you in place, wanting to taste every drop. And when he let you go, he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling off his shirt and yours. He kissed and licked your tits, sucking them roughly, wanting to leave marks.

When he leaned up, he kissed you and felt the way your legs went around his waist. It was the most perfect feeling. 

He leaned up, looking at you, tracing his fingers along your cheek and jaw. “So perfect,” he whispered. 

You smiled. “You too.” He felt the way your hands traced along his pecs and down his stomach. 

He ducked back down, kissing you more, loving how sloppy and messy it was. 

And when you were both finally naked and his cock was buried in your pussy, he couldn’t help the way he snapped his hips. Or the rough contact his pelvis made with yours. You sounded so wet, he couldn’t help himself. The way you came was so good. So fucking good. 

And when he was finally spent, he felt like he melted against you, pulling you close. He needed to feel your skin against his, even while he slept. 

You were definitely his now.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

a/n: because cheol is always on my mind ^^

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[witchslove]

Study Sessions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda have been best friends since your first semester of college. When you have to take a physics class, Wanda is more than happy to help you study, but your late night study sessions blur the lines between friendship and romance.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda maximoff, top!reader, fingering (w receiving), oral (w receiving), wanda’s first time with a woman, slight angst, jealousy

A/N: Save me college Wanda, college Wanda save me…

——————————

The sun beamed down on you as you walked across campus, sweat forming on the back of your neck from the heat.

You had just finished your first day of classes for the semester and you were feeling confident about all of them, except for one. Even as an English major, you were stuck taking a physics class to complete some general requirements for graduation.

You could handle the most complex forms of literature on a bad day, but when it came to math and science, you found yourself feeling a little lost.

The good news was that your roommate and best friend, Wanda Maximoff, was a physics major. Wanda was everything you wanted to be - naturally smart, driven, focused, and incredibly organized.

She was also the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on, long brown hair that was somehow even softer than it looked, stunning green eyes that sometimes made you nervous under her gaze, and the perfect body - since you shared a room, you’d seen her undress before, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to look like her or fuck her brains out.

You constantly pushed down any desires you felt towards Wanda since she was your best friend, telling yourself your friendship was far too valuable to risk just because you occasionally had confusing feelings towards her.

The two of you had known each other since you both started college. You were roommates your first semester and instantly became close, despite your contrasting personalities. Where you were more relaxed and laid back when it came to your studies, Wanda was very serious. It made sense though, her major was far more demanding than yours was and she always worked hard to maintain her perfect GPA.

You’d always admired Wanda and found that you could no longer envision your life without her by your side. She was easily the best friend you’d ever had; she was supportive when you needed it and stayed on top of you when you felt like slacking. Wanda was extremely likable and you felt honored that she considered you her closest friend as well.

When you finally made it back to your dorm, you sighed as you felt the cool air inside. You headed to your room and unlocked the door, stepping through the threshold to the familiar sight of Wanda studying. You smiled to yourself; it was only the first day of classes and she was already trying to learn as much as she could.

“Hey,” you greeted, setting your things down and plopping into your bed, taking a moment to relax.

“Hi,” Wanda said back, turning in her chair to face you. “How was your first day?”

“It was good,” you responded, looking over at her from your bed. “My professors seem cool, most of my classes don’t seem too hard. What about you?”

“Not too bad, although my nuclear and particle physics class might kick my ass this semester,” Wanda chuckled.

“Is that what you’re over there studying already?” You teased her, gesturing to the open books on her desk.

“Yeah, it’s actually pretty interesting. I want to get ahead this semester so I have more time to hang out with you and do fun stuff,” she explained.

“That’s good. I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you’re trying not to go to a party with me,” you joked, bringing a smile to her face. “Or maybe you could use some of that extra time to help me out, I’m stuck taking a physics class this semester and I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Oh, which one?” Wanda asked, her interest piqued.

“Classical mechanics I think,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed at needing help with one of the most basic physics courses.

“That’s a fun one,” she commented. “I’d be glad to help detka.”

That was another thing about Wanda. She often called you pet names, in a friendly way of course, but it made your heart flutter every time she did it.

“Okay cool, thank you. Maybe we can have a study session at the library tomorrow if you’re not too busy with classes?” you asked, knowing you only had one class to worry about in the morning.

Wanda turned towards her desk to flip through a binder, checking her schedule. “I have a morning class and one in the afternoon, could we do 7pm?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, biting back a smile at the thought of Wanda tutoring you.

“Perfect! I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” She turned back to face you again, her expression becoming serious as she pointed a finger at you. “Ten minutes of bed-rotting time and then I want to see you reading or writing something,” she demanded, trying to motivate you to get ahead like she was.

“Okay mom,” you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully.

She went back to studying, taking notes as she flipped the pages of her nuclear physics textbook. You laid in bed for a few more moments, scrolling through Instagram reels, before getting up to join her in studying.

The next day, you attended your morning class and then grabbed a latte at the coffee shop on campus, deciding to review your notes as you sipped your drink, knowing it’s what Wanda would want you to do.

The rest of the day went by slowly but you managed to get some work done. You were eager for your study session with Wanda, excited to spend some time with her after the two of you had gone home for the summer and had barely seen each other.

You arrived at the library early, finding it to be relatively empty at this time of night. A few students were at the computers, but overall the library was quite vacant. You picked a spot in the corner, away from others, where you felt you’d have the most privacy and the least distractions.

You waited for Wanda, who came in a few minutes later, looking around the shelves before she spotted you.

“Hey,” she greeted as she sat down beside you, her thigh touching yours. She reached into her bag to pull out different colored pens, highlighters, sticky notes, and some of her old physics notes from when she took classical mechanics.

“Hi,” you breathed out, forcing yourself to ignore the feeling of her so close. “Someone came prepared,” you jested, making her laugh softly as she finished setting up.

“I’m here to help you, aren’t I? I have to make sure you have everything you need,” she quipped with a smile and the most adorable nose scrunch.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight; you didn’t remember it being this hard to be around Wanda, but everything she was doing was driving you crazy in the best way. You watched her for a moment as she placed everything on the table in an organized fashion, biting her lip with a focused expression on her face. You wanted nothing more than to pull her bottom lip from between her teeth and capture it with your own.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” She broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You blushed at what you were just thinking about, nodding in response.

“Sounds good,” you managed, opening your textbook to the first chapter.

Wanda reached over to move the textbook so it was centered between the two of you and as she did so, your fingers brushed against each other. You almost shivered at the act, the soft touch feeling like too much but not enough at the same time. Wanda didn’t seem affected as she began to dig into the material, asking you what the professor had already gone over.

She somehow kept finding ways to touch you, whether it was a hand on your shoulder or her fingers grazing your own over the textbook as she pointed to pictures and paragraphs. You could barely answer her questions, the close proximity and subtle touches making you yearn for her.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda was just as affected; she was just better at hiding it. She couldn’t understand why but she kept intentionally finding ways to be closer to you. She didn’t notice the effect it was having on you, too preoccupied with steadying her own heart rate every time she felt your skin against hers.

She’d always thought you were beautiful, but this was something else. She didn’t know why she was struggling to keep her composure around you now. She’d always found comfort in your presence - you often studied together, came home drunk from parties and cuddled in the same bed, or watched movies together laying side by side, the computer across both of your laps.

Something about this study session felt weirdly intimate. She was enjoying teaching you about her passion, physics and science, and maybe that was part of it. She chalked it down to that and tried to push her feelings aside, focusing on helping you with your studies and being a good friend.

A friend - that’s what she was to you and that’s how it would stay. She couldn’t complicate something so perfect with these conflicting feelings of wanting more from you.

Despite both of you trying hard to ignore how you felt, the air was still charged, the tension still there. It wasn’t just this time either - it became a regular occurrence.

Wanda helped you with physics at least once a week and her eager guidance actually helped you grasp the subject more. You found yourself falling in love with the way her eyes would light up when you brought up a subject she knew a lot about. She was so excited every time you understood it too, feeling both accomplished that she could help and proud that you were getting it.

She found it adorable when you didn’t understand something and she loved the way your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think harder about it. The two of you became closer than ever, which you didn’t think was possible. You and Wanda were already attached at the hip when she wasn’t deep in her studies and you never expected to feel like you were getting to know her better just from a few study sessions, but you loved it.

You found yourself wanting her, despite trying to repress those feelings. Sometimes when you got an answer right and Wanda beamed with excitement, you only wanted to break the distance and kiss her, to feel her lips against your own and wrap your arms around her neck as she kissed you back. You couldn’t help but look at her lips as she spoke, imagining how soft they’d be against your own. Whenever she bit her lip, you wished she was biting yours.

The thoughts weren’t always so innocent though. Yes, you wondered how she would taste as you kissed her, but you also wondered how she would taste with your head between her legs. You wanted to thank her for her help by making her cum on your fingers right there in the library, where anyone could see.

You tried to shake those kinds of thoughts, feeling guilty for thinking of your best friend that way, especially when she was being so kind as to tutor you on the subject you struggled with. She didn’t have a lot of free time to begin with, her workload keeping her fairly busy, and here she was making sure you could pass your physics class with flying colors.

And here you were, too distracted by thoughts of fucking her to pay attention to Newton’s law of attraction. The only law of attraction you could think about was how you felt about Wanda.

Wanda was in the same boat, cursing herself for threatening to ruin your friendship with this newfound attraction towards you. She wondered if her seemingly innocent thoughts about you in the past were actually just the seeds of this desire for you, only now flourishing the more time you spent alone with her.

Whenever she felt your gaze on her, it made her feel hot all over. She tried to ignore it and focus on the material, reminding herself that you just needed help with physics. That’s what she was there for, nothing else.

But sometimes, she wished it was more. When you weren’t looking, she’d rake her eyes over you, taking in the sight of you beside her, feeling her heart stop in her chest when you’d catch her staring. You convinced yourself she was just watching you to make sure you were immersed in the subject, when in reality she was most definitely checking you out.

Still, her eyes on you made you nervous and you brought your attention back to the textbook in front of you solely to rid your cheeks of the blush she caused.

One particular night in the library nearly changed everything.

You read Wanda’s notes about motion and energy, scanning the pages to better understand the concepts. While you admired her neat handwriting and the cute ways she annotated her own notes, Wanda admired the concentrated look on your face.

She was so lost in watching you that she barely noticed when you spoke.

“So special relativity is the exception to Newton’s laws when objects move at high speeds and general relativity is when objects are too massive, right?” You asked, looking up at her for confirmation as she stared at you intently, a slight smirk coming across your features when you caught her.

“Yes,” she choked out, looking away for a second to regain her composure. “And quantum mechanics?”

“That’s the exception when objects are very small,” you responded, feeling confident in your answer.

“Good job,” Wanda praised, making your heart flutter. “You’re really getting it.” She looked at you with nothing but pride and approval, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling hot under her gaze. Despite how nervous she was making you, you didn’t break eye contact.

The two of you sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other, until Wanda’s eyes flicked down to your lips for a brief second. You almost thought you imagined it at first, but then she did it again. You mimicked her actions, looking down at those lips you wanted so desperately to capture with your own.

You swore Wanda was leaning in and you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same. Your faces were mere inches apart now and you could feel Wanda’s warm breath against your lips.

Before you could close the gap, the door to the library opened and startled both of you. You turned to look at who came in, silently cursing them for ruining the moment as Wanda pulled back to look too.

There was an awkward silence before Wanda cleared her throat. “So now that you know what quantum mechanics is, let’s move on to the definitions of atomic and subatomic,” she said, her voice nearly trembling as she tried to recover from the heated moment you shared.

“Right,” you responded, turning your attention back to her notes, trying to calm your racing heart.

You and Wanda had almost kissed, everything suddenly felt very real. But instead of addressing what just happened, Wanda moved on, bringing the conversation back to the task at hand.

You played along, focusing on looking for the definitions she mentioned, finding it difficult to learn anything new when you had just come so close to kissing the brunette.

The rest of the study session felt tense and slightly awkward, but you made it through the last of the material without any hitches - or almost-kisses. Eventually, the two of you packed up your things and headed out, discussing projects and exams on the way back to your dorm.

A few days later, you were watching a movie in bed when Wanda came in, smiling brightly with a skip in her step.

“What’s got you so giddy today?” You asked, pausing your movie.

“Do you remember Vision, from my data analysis class?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding.

“He just asked me out,” she said excitedly. “I said yes of course. We’re going out on Friday, he’s taking me to dinner.”

Her words felt like a punch to the gut. You forced a smile, trying to be happy for her when all you could focus on was the feeling of your heart breaking.

“That’s great, Wands,” you muttered. “I’m happy for you.” The words felt fake coming out of your mouth but you kept up the act and tried to ignore the jealousy bubbling within you.

“He’s so sweet, he even used a silly joke about data to ask me out,” she went on, continuing to tell you about her day as you listened, your mind elsewhere the entire time.

All you could think about was the kiss you almost shared, how it meant everything to you and nothing to Wanda. Obviously she wasn’t interested in you like that and you wondered if you merely imagined the intimacy of the library study sessions. You had to come to terms with the fact that the tension you felt in the air when you were with Wanda lately was all in your head.

You thought when you almost kissed that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way. Now, you realized you were horribly wrong, the harsh reality hitting you like a truck. Wanda was just being nice helping you study and you let yourself believe that it was more. You felt incredibly stupid, wishing the ground would swallow you whole so you didn’t have to hear any more about the date Vision was taking Wanda on.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda only said yes to Vision out of pure denial. She was having a hard time coping with her feelings for you and this seemed like a good way to move on, to try to save your friendship from her own selfish desires. She was excited for her date, hoping that it would take her mind off of you.

Maybe Vision would be the perfect guy for her and she could fall for him instead. He was handsome, slightly dorky, and very chivalrous, always holding the door open for her when they showed up to class at the same time. He was planning on taking her to a lovely restaurant near campus and Wanda was trying her best to look forward to it.

Friday rolled around and Wanda went on her date, which couldn’t have gone better. Vision greeted her at her dorm with flowers, walking her to his car and taking them to the restaurant. He listened intently while Wanda talked about herself and her passions, seeming genuinely interested. He paid at the end of dinner, leaving a generous tip for their server which Wanda found attractive. He asked politely to kiss her when he dropped her back off and didn’t pressure her for more.

Despite how wonderful the date was, Wanda was frustrated. She didn’t feel a spark with him like she did with you. She didn’t feel anything when they kissed, not even when he cupped her cheek in his hand as he moved his lips softly against her own.

Wanda felt more butterflies in her stomach from your hand brushing against hers during a study session than she did from kissing Vision at the end of their date and she hated it.

She figured it would take some time to get over you and continued to see Vision, going on a couple dates a week with him when she had the free time. She tried to continue your study sessions as well, but you told her you didn’t need the extra help and to just have fun with Vision. She felt slightly hurt - she didn’t like the idea of you not needing her anymore - but she was also proud of you for taking on the subject on your own.

You, on the other hand, were avoiding Wanda at all costs. You only came back to the dorm when she was in class or when she was already asleep, staying out late hanging around college parties that weren’t nearly as fun without your best friend.

You were in far too deep and came to the conclusion that you needed to move on in order to stay friends with Wanda. So you kept your distance, hoping that not seeing her or hearing from her would help you lose feelings for her.

You also couldn’t bear to see her with Vision; the sight of them together on campus made you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to hear about their dates either, knowing it would destroy you. You couldn’t possibly listen to Wanda describe how he got to take her out and kiss her and hold her when it should’ve been you, not without revealing your true feelings to her.

While you spent your days hiding from the brunette, Wanda was confused as to why you were avoiding her, not understanding that it was an act of self-preservation.

She had so many things she was excited to tell you about - being the top student in her relativity class, getting a perfect score on her nuclear and particle physics exam, and of course, her budding relationship with Vision. The opportunity to tell you never came, as you were gone until she went to sleep and out of the dorm before she woke up.

She missed your study sessions, even if not having those intimate moments with you was for the best. She missed your movie nights, your conversations, your presence in general - she missed everything about you. It frustrated her to no end that she could never seem to see you anymore and she wondered how you could possibly become so busy all of a sudden.

She only realized you were actively avoiding her one night when she stayed up late, waiting to see if you’d come back to the dorm.

When you entered, you were surprised to see her still awake.

“Hey,” she said, happy to see you for the first time in weeks. “Where were you?”

“At a party,” you said back coldly. You internally cursed yourself for not staying out later, unaware that Wanda would still be up when you came back. You looked around before grabbing some things from your dresser. “I need to shower,” you announced, leaving the room before Wanda could ask any more questions.

The brunette waited up for you, but you never came back. She waited hours before she finally succumbed to sleep, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she drifted away.

When she woke up the next morning and you were still gone, she knew you were actually making an effort not to see her and she could only wonder what she had done wrong. She mulled over it for a while but came up with nothing. She thought back to the almost-kiss and wondered if maybe she had made you uncomfortable that night.

Days went by and you continued to avoid her. Not knowing why you were staying away from her was driving her crazy. Her grades even began to suffer from how distracted she was in class, her mind consumed with thoughts of you.

She finally decided to confront you about it, but first she’d have to actually find you. She vaguely knew your class schedule but didn’t want to corner you in a public place, so she went to the one place she thought you might be late in the evening.

As soon as she entered the library after hours, she saw you in the corner at the same table the two of you used to sit at for your study sessions.

You were nose deep in your physics textbook, focusing intently as you tried to understand the topics without Wanda’s help. She walked over to you, mentally hyping herself up for the conversation she was both anticipating and dreading.

When you set the book down to take notes, you looked up and your eyes widened at the sight of Wanda approaching you.

Before you could say anything, she was taking a seat across from you. “Why are you avoiding me?” she demanded, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, her tilting to the side.

“I- I’m not, I-” you stuttered out.

“Don’t,” she interrupted. “Don’t lie to me. You’re never back at the dorm anymore, you stopped spending any time with me, you literally said you were going to shower and just never came back. So don’t you dare lie to me right now.”

“I’ve just been busy,” you said nonchalantly, not wanting to tell her the truth. “I have a life outside of you, you know.” You regretted the words as soon as you said them.

“Bullshit,” she responded, getting angry. “You’re avoiding me and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. What did I do to you?”

“Nothing, Wands,” you reassured her. “You didn’t do anything. I just- I need to be alone.”

“Why?” She didn’t let up. She came here to get answers and she would get them one way or another.

“It’s personal,” you tried, hoping she wouldn’t press any further.

She scoffed. “What’s so personal you can’t share it with your best friend?”

You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t tell her the truth and risk ruining your friendship, but at this point there was barely anything left to ruin. You hadn’t seen Wanda properly in weeks, your friendship with her was practically nonexistent at the moment.

When you didn’t respond, she spoke again, softer this time. “What’s going on? You can tell me anything,” she uttered, reaching out to place a hand over yours.

“I can’t tell you this,” you mumbled, feeling your resolve weakening.

“What could possibly be so bad you can’t tell me?” She asked, her heart falling at the sight of you looking so small under her gaze.

“I- I can’t stand to see you with him,” you whispered, your voice so low she almost didn’t hear you.

“With who? Vision?” she asked and you nodded, looking down at your lap. “I still have time for you too, I’m not choosing him over you,” she tried to dispel your worries, not yet understanding what you were implying with your confession.

“No, Wanda, I can’t stand to see him with you,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “You don’t get it, you are choosing him and it hurts too much to be around you.”

“What are you saying?” She questioned, feeling both confused and hurt.

“I’m saying that I like you, Wanda,” you started. “As more than a friend.”

Wanda was silent for a moment, processing what you were telling her. Could she really have been so oblivious that she didn’t notice you wanted her too? It all made sense now. You’d stopped hanging out with her right around the time Vision came into the picture and she couldn’t figure out why, but now she understood.

“Please say something,” you said, feeling nervous and vulnerable as you looked up at her, unable to read her expression.

“I- I didn’t know,” she managed to get out.

“That was kind of the point,” you retorted, half-smiling to alleviate some of the tension.

Wanda let out a suppressed laugh. “I only started seeing Vision because I like you too,” she began. “I thought if I could be with him, I wouldn’t have to worry about complicating things with my feelings.”

Your mouth fell open at her words; you weren’t expecting her to ever reciprocate how you felt about her. “You do?”

She nodded. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” she said.

“Me neither,” you mumbled, looking down at her lips for a moment before making eye contact with her again.

She smirked when she noticed where your eyes went, making you blush. “I don’t think that’s a problem anymore,” she said, her eyes flicking down to your lips and back up.

“I think you may be right,” was all you could say before you stood up and walked around the table. Wanda stood up too, meeting you halfway as you pulled her in for a kiss that was long overdue.

You sighed against her lips, kissing her deeply the way you’d wanted to for so long. Your mouths moved together perfectly and it felt so right, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop.

This was what Wanda was waiting for.

The kiss she shared with you was everything her kiss with Vision wasn’t. It was electrifying in the best way, butterflies erupting in her stomach with every movement of your lips against hers.

When her tongue traced your bottom lip, you nearly moaned into the kiss, immediately granting her entry. Your tongue collided with hers and she whimpered, the sound going straight to your core. You brought a hand up to caress her cheek, your other hand going to the back of her head to play with her hair, causing her to let out a soft moan. This was everything you could’ve imagined and more.

Wanda’s hands came up to your face, cradling it as she deepened the kiss. Your lips and tongues moved in tandem, neither of you wanting to stop any time soon.

When you finally did detach from her, it was to catch your breath. You stayed close, your noses still touching as the two of you breathed against each other. You felt every breath from the brunette against your skin, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you finally opened your eyes.

You pulled back slightly to look at her, her eyes opening to meet your stare. Her pupils were dilated and you were sure yours looked similar. She looked so beautiful looking at you longingly, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breaths coming out labored, green eyes sparkling with lust and adoration.

“Wow,” you breathed out.

“Wow indeed,” she agreed, chuckling as she pulled you in for another kiss, this one much shorter than the first.

A comfortable silence fell over you, the two of you taking in the moment.

“So what now?” you asked, looking at her tenderly.

“I don’t know,” she answered, biting her lip. “It’s safe to say the friendship is ruined at this point, because I don’t want this to be the only time we do that.”

You nodded your agreement. “Me too,” you replied, your eyes falling to her lips once again. “I want you, Wanda. I have for so long.”

“I want you too,” she said without hesitation. “I’ll tell Vision it’s not working out. I want to see where this goes.”

You made a face at the mention of his name and Wanda chuckled. “Oh, you really don’t like him, huh?” She teased.

“Not one bit,” you murmured. “Not when he got to have what I wanted so badly.”

“Charmer.” She smiled at you, her cheeks turning red at your words.

“Can I kiss you again?” You blurted out, feeling your own cheeks redden at your neediness.

She responded by pressing her lips to yours once more and letting her tongue slide into your mouth, humming into the kiss contentedly.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, languidly kissing in the library after hours, catching up on lost time.

When you went back to your shared dorm for the night, you picked back up where you left off, this time with Wanda in your lap as you laid in your bed. Every once in a while, she’d grind her hips down against your lap just to hear you grunt in arousal against her lips.

You fell asleep together in your bed, Wanda’s head on your shoulder as her breathing evened out.

The following week, Wanda ended things with Vision and you took Wanda out on a proper date. Vision’s date paled in comparison to the one you took her on. This date was better simply because it was you and not him, but on top of that, you took her somewhere nice and treated her like a princess the whole night. She practically swooned every time you held the door for her, complimented her, or pulled out her chair for her.

By the end of the night, you were on cloud nine. It was just like spending time with your best friend, but this was infinitely better because you could kiss her whenever you wanted and tell her how beautiful she looked at any given moment.

You walked back to your dorm together, fingers interlocked as you listened to her talk about her dreams after college. When you made it back to the dorm, you opened the door to let her in first.

“Such a gentleman,” she joked, stepping in, and you followed.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I wanted to do to you right now,” you said, pushing her against the door softly and looking at her for permission to kiss her.

A pang of arousal shot through her at your words. She wasn’t expecting you to be so bold, but she also wasn’t complaining. “Oh yeah?” she asked, playing along. “How about you show me?”

You didn’t hesitate as you kissed her hungrily, the feeling of her lips on yours making you feel dizzy with lust. You slipped your tongue into her mouth and she gasped at how eager you were, kissing you back with just as much fervor.

You trailed your kisses down to her neck, making her moan as you licked and sucked at the soft skin there. Her perfume invaded your senses and you groaned against her neck, her scent making your knees weak.

Her moans spurred you on as you sucked at her pulse point. She gripped your shoulders, her head thrown back against the door, eyes fluttering closed as you continued your assault on her neck.

She pulled you back up for another kiss, moaning into your mouth when you sunk your teeth into her bottom lip. When you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, you ran your thumb along her bottom lip, gazing into her lustful eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” You checked in with her, wanting to make sure she was really okay with what was about to happen.

“I’ve never been with a woman before,” she admitted, suddenly feeling shy. “But I want it to be you, please.”

You nearly groaned out loud hearing her beg for you, nodding as you lifted her up and carried her to your bed. You placed her down gently, crawling on top of her and kissing her again.

You once again began your descent, kissing her neck and sucking on her soft spots. She squirmed beneath you, feeling herself becoming wet under your touch.

Your fingers found the bottom of her shirt, playing with the fabric as you silently asked for permission to remove it. “Take it off,” Wanda whispered, starting to feel desperate from your slow teasing.

She sat up so you could pull the shirt off of her and reached back to unclasp her bra, letting the material fall from her shoulders. Your mouth fell open at the sight of her bare chest, nipples already hard. You’d seen her topless before while she was changing, but never like this. You’d never been allowed to look as much as you wanted, to admire her before you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” you said, bringing your hands up to her chest as she leaned back again. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to let out a whimper that sent heat coursing through your body.

You leaned in to take one of her nipples in your mouth, licking it gently before sucking on the hardened bud. Wanda moaned at that, the sound making you even more aroused. She sounded so pretty moaning under your touch and you couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like when she came undone for you.

You gave her other nipple the same attention before moving down, one hand finding its way under her skirt. Your fingers reached her center, feeling a wet spot on the front of her underwear.

“You’re so wet for me,” you mumbled, in awe of how turned on she was. It almost made you feel a bit cocky, knowing it was you who made her so wet she was soaking through her panties.

“Please,” the brunette gasped out, bucking her hips up against your fingers. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need me, pretty girl?” You cooed, rubbing your fingers along her slit over her underwear.

She nodded frantically, her hips desperately trying to meet your hand for any sort of friction against her aching pussy. You pushed aside her panties to touch her without any barriers and you let out a moan of your own at the soft, slick feeling of her folds against your fingertips. She was dripping, her wetness clinging to your skin and the lace of her panties as you dragged your fingers through her folds teasingly.

All of a sudden, you pulled your hand back and she whined, already missing the contact. “Shh, I’m just gonna take these off, okay?” You asked, subtly making sure she was comfortable with you removing the last of her clothes.

“Yeah,” she responded, lifting her hips so you could pull her skirt and panties off in one motion.

Once she was rid of her clothes, you took a moment to appreciate the view before you. Wanda was gorgeous all over, you thought to yourself, admiring her underneath you. You raked your eyes over her, committing the sight to memory as she blushed against the covers of your bed, feeling hot under your gaze.

“You can stare all you want later, right now I need you,” she said breathily, grabbing your hand and bringing it to where she needed you most. Your fingers met her wet center once more and you immediately started rubbing her clit, making her moan and buck her hips.

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as you picked up your pace, making tight circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, just like that,” she whimpered, her face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, heavy breaths escaping her as you brought her pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you mumbled, watching her throw her head back and close her eyes as she got lost in the feeling of your fingers against her.

You stopped your movements just long enough to tease her entrance and upon hearing another “please,” you slid a finger inside. You fucked her with one finger for a few moments before sliding another one in, causing her to let out a guttural moan at the feeling of you stretching her out.

You kissed down her body again, making your way down to where you desperately wanted to taste her. When your hot mouth met her clit, she let out another delicious sound, her hips starting to grind against you, chasing her pleasure. Her movements caused her clit to rub against your tongue while your fingers pumped inside of her and she felt herself becoming close already.

“You taste so good,” you praised, barely moving your mouth from her pussy to speak, before reattaching your lips to her clit and sucking hard. She moaned at your words and at the pressure building in her lower stomach, continuing to rut her hips against you.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m so close,” she moaned, one hand coming to the back of your head to keep you there, as if you would ever deny her anything.

With a few more thrusts of your fingers, she came undone, loud moans filling the room as she reached her peak. Her hips stuttered against your face, her clit pulsing under your tongue while her pussy clenched around your fingers.

You slowed your movements, helping her ride out the aftershocks, small whimpers and moans leaving her as she came down from her high. She sighed, all of the tension having left her body, before pulling you up for a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“I could get used that,” she hummed, smiling up at you tiredly.

“Me too,” you panted out, still incredibly turned on from seeing her cum for you. “I kinda can’t wait to do it again.”

“You want me that bad?” She teased, smirking.

“Absolutely,” you replied genuinely, staring at her with so much love and lust in your eyes it made her heart flutter and her pussy throb.

“Go ahead baby, fuck me again,” she said, your own cunt clenching around nothing at her words. You returned to your new favorite spot between her legs and did exactly what she told you, her hand in your hair guiding you the whole time.

After three more rounds, Wanda was spent, and you joined her at the head of the bed, letting her turn towards you and rest her head on your shoulder. You held her close as she traced patterns on your arm, catching her breath after falling apart for you so many times.

“Do you still need help with physics?” She asked, breaking the silence.

You chuckled at that. “Yes, desperately,” you responded, letting a hand come up to play with her hair. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

She laughed, finding it amusing that you’d needed her help the past few weeks but were too stubborn to ask for it. “Study session this week?” she suggested, her eyes falling closed at the feeling of your fingers on her scalp.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you said, smiling happily, feeling at peace in the arms of the girl you loved.

You never would’ve thought you would be so grateful for having to take a physics course, but now you were certain it was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

[rainbows-caught-on-film]

Actually....yes.

I lost like six years of my life because a traumatic event sent my already dissociated ass right out of my own body, and only my alters fronted for that ENTIRE time period.

And then all of the sudden, I was living again. And I had no idea who I was; how had I changed? Had I changed? I couldn't even tell what basic likes and dislikes were mine, what my opinions on stuff or thoughts on religion were, anything. I actually have some posts somewhere alluding to this.

I wished there was a guide on how to become myself and couldn't find one; but now I can give everyone else one, instead.

Alright, step one is understanding what a "real person" is.

You need to know what makes someone a person in order to develop a feeling of actually being one. Think about what you say when describing the kind of person someone is, and write those CATEGORIES down. Examples can be:

Likes/Dislikes

Hobbies

Principles (core beliefs)

Hopes

Fears

Goals

Political affiliation

Favorite things

Now, this is important;

I'M NOT EXPECTING YOU TO KNOW WHAT THESE ARE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW.

I personally couldn't name a single like or dislike in the beginning, or even a hobby, and those are some of the "easiest" options. A lot of people I asked for advice when I said I had no sense of self just told me "well what are your hobbies?", so I understand that people generally expect you to just know this shit off the dome, but I'm not expecting or wanting that.

The reason we are writing these down isn't because we will know what these are, it's because we're going to make a checklist and run EXPERIMENTS to FIND those things, and these categories will influence what checkboxes we come up with.

Our goal with these general ideas is to figure out what our answers in those categories are- it's just a way to focus our efforts into what'll make us feel most "whole" and like a person again.

Now, step two: time to make it "specific, measurable, and actionable"

That "specific, measurable, and actionable" slogan is advice people give for basically any vague goal, and it works here too. You need to break goals down into specific plans, and be able to take an action towards your goal, and be able to know when it's complete so you can feel/see the progress your making and so you know when to switch tasks. "know what my likes or dislikes are" is a vague goal. But:

"Try a new food every day and write down my thoughts"

"Watch five YouTube videos on new things and test how I react"

"list three likes and dislikes" (then up the number as you go until satisfied)

Are all specific actions you can take, and easily be able to tell when you've completed them.

Basically anything you can think of can be boiled down to specific things you can check off as you goal, but most "self discovery" things will require:

Step 2.5: Explore

Go to a store and try on lots of different styles of clothing, even if you can't afford to buy anything. Listen to as many music genres as you can. Watch movies and podcasts and TV shows in as much variety as you can. Talk to lots of different people, and experiment with different amounts of social interaction on different days.

You are collecting information about yourself by being an active, attentive scholar in how your brain and body respond to different things. The more stimuli you give yourself, the more data you have to work with. People respond differently to different situations, and the more angles you see yourself in, the better you'll understand yourself.

Think of it like you're a scientist, studying an animal and running tests (see, there's a reason I phrased this whole thing as "running tests" earlier!!). You want to learn as much about this creature as possible, and you're poking and prodding it in all sorts of ways to see what makes it tick.

You're going to study yourself like a zooologist encountering a "you" creature for the first time; because really, that's what's happening. When you go from having no sense of identity or self to being a "real person", you're discovering yourself and meeting yourself for the first time.

Let's use an example, talking about this journey in terms of experiments.

The Jenneca creature- that's me!- has constantly picked up many tasks and busy work, even WHILE doing the self-study, and I've lost sleep or put of dinner in pursuit of a goal. I avoid doing nothing for long periods of time, or leaving something unfinished. This data leads to the conclusion that this creature is highly goal oriented and driven, and I'll stop at nothing to do what I decide I want to do, even when that backfires. I respond well to Mac and Cheese in food testing, and not well to Mustard. I've shown a positive reaction to various kinds of music, starting with 2000s and 2010s pop hits and then also having a spike of endorphins with emo music (both Midwest emo and pop punk), scene music, rap, musical theatere, and artists like Regina Spektor and Mindy Gledhill (what IS that genre even called, anyway?). Negative reactions to music are rare and usually confined to specific individual songs, so there is either insufficient data for music dislikes, or I'm just very adaptive.

Step Three: Activate Annoying Toddler "why?" Mode

Question EVERYTHING, because it can lead you to way bigger discoveries; and maybe even help your mental health in general.

I realized I was getting really uncomfortable and anxious whenever a sex related song came on, even if it was an artist I liked or even a song I was nostalgic for. I decided to ask WHY and really sit with that feeling. It wasn't disgust, I realized, but fear. A nauseating dread. I thought long and hard about why I was feeling this way, what thoughts were linked to this reaction- and eventually I realized that it wasn't asexuality like it seemed like at first glance, but a truama response: I have sexual trauma from a young age, and now sex being generally around me makes me anxious and uncomfortable. But I know that it isn't directed at me, and also that even if someone DID like me it wouldn't be an attack, so I asked WHY again, and discovered I had deep rooted internalized misogyny about being born in a female body. Somewhere along the way I had absorbed the idea that my body meant I was "for" sex, the same way scissors and knives are "for" cutting; that I was a tool to be used and that my biology was a cage trapping me in that role forever. Sexual interest or even mentions of sex, then, became a trigger of cosmic dread about fate/being locked into a role as an object, and a feeling of being un-personed.

YIKES.

But now that I knew the problem, I could FIX IT. And I started trauma journaling and researching, making logical arguments against every doubtful thought and belief that I caught festering so I could tear them down and rip those hurtful ideas out of my heart.

In the end, I knew myself better for it; WAY better. And I also finally was able to break one of the chains my childhood trauma had placed on me.

Look for roots in your data. When you notice you respond a certain way to something, ask why. Even if you don't find some serious issues that need fixing or something, you could still learn even MORE information:

"I don't like Mustard" when I apply "why" to it, becomes "it hurts my mouth with how sour/bitter/spicy (? What IS that flavor) it is", which becomes "I'm really sensitive to flavours, and strong sour, bitter or spicy foods feel like they hurt because of my sensory issues." So now instead of having the knowledge:

I don't like Mustard

I have the knowledge:

I don't like mustard

I have sensory issues with taste

Really spicy food is probably not going to be my thing

Really sour food is probably ALSO not going to be my thing

Very Bitter food? Probably not gonna be my thing.

My response to sensory issues is the same one I have for actual pain

Repeat all these steps, tracking your progress as you go, and paying attention. Eventually, as you keep at it, you'll feel like a person again.

has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet

[dollyfiles]

bf!rafe is obsessed with your stretch marks

cw: fluff, sweet intimacy, insecure reader, kissing, comfort, praise

the low warm light of rafe’s bedroom lamp casted a golden hue across your bare skin. the sheets were a mess around your legs—twisted, wrinkled, forgotten in the heat of the moment. the air was thick, and every breath shared between you two grew slower, deeper, heavier.

rafe hovered just above you, his knees framing your hips, the space between you. his lips were slightly parted, his breath warm as it ghosted over your collarbone. one of his hands rested lazily on your waist, his fingertips tracing the curve of it like he was learning it all over again. the other moved with slow purpose, exploring the ridges of your ribs and the softness of your stomach.

his gaze was intense—slow, appreciative, burning in that way that made you usually melt under him. you’d always loved how he looked at you, but tonight, something in your chest twisted beneath that gaze. you didn’t feel beautiful. you didn’t feel wanted. you felt exposed.

you two had been together for a little while now. at least long enough to know each other’s quirks, likes, and tells. long enough to fall into moments like these with a comfortable rhythm. but in this particular moment everything felt like too much.

you knew how he liked to press kisses into your neck when he was sleepy, how he always traced circles on your lower back without even realizing. but sometimes, no matter how safe you were with someone, your own thoughts could still sneak up on you.

when his hands slid over your ribs and his eyes roamed toward your chest, you moved quickly, cupping his face in both hands and gently pulling it away from your naked body, guiding his focus back to yours.

rafe paused, confused. a small flicker of irritation crossed his face as he caught your wrists and pulled them from his jaw, holding them in place. “let me admire you, baby,” he murmured, a little rough, as if denying him the view of you was almost offensive.

but your reaction was immediate—you let your hands fall to your boobs, covering them completely. that’s when something in rafe shifted. the fire in his eyes softened, replaced by concern and he let go of your wrists.

“hey…” his voice dropped to something barely audible, like he was scared of startling you. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you said too fast, too practiced. you turned your head slightly, eyes fixed on the ceiling, hoping he’d just move past it. but rafe never let things slide—not when it came to you.

he knew you. knew that look. knew that tone. he didn’t buy it for a second. “y/n,” he said, slower this time. “talk to me.”

your chest rose and fell, and for a moment you wanted to brush it off again, to laugh and say it was dumb, that you were just tired or something. but his voice had that edge to it—the one he used when he really saw you. the one that made it impossible to pretend.

“i just…” you swallowed hard. your voice was barely a whisper when it came out. “i don’t like how i look right now.”

that got his full attention. he didn’t interrupt, didn’t move—just watched you, waiting. you hesitated, then finally nodded downward, your hands still covering your boobs. “the stretch marks. i hate them.”

rafe blinked once, then actually let out a small, breathy laugh—not mean, just surprised, disbelieving. “you’re kidding, right?” he asked, eyebrows raised. but when you didn’t respond, he sobered fast. “wait. you’re actually serious.”

you gave him a hesitant glance and nodded again, and just like that his expression melted completely. “oh, baby…” he said, voice thick with affection now. “c’mere.”

he reached for your hands, gently coaxing them away from your chest. you resisted, instinctively, but he didn’t push. he just held them loosely, waiting until you let him.

“look at me,” he said softly. “i love your body. every part of it. and those stretch marks? i adore them. i swear to god. you have no idea how sexy i think they are.”

your eyes searched his, looking for even a sliver of insincerity. but all you saw was that honest, almost boyish admiration he always had for you. “they’re like… i don’t know. proof that you’re real. womanly as hell. and they’re yours, so they’re beautiful.”

you didn’t know what to say. your throat tightened again, but this time it wasn’t shame—it was something gentler. something close to relief.

and then rafe leaned in and began kissing every line you had tried to hide—each soft stripe that had once felt like a flaw. his lips brushed them gently, slowly, one after another.

“fucking gorgeous,” he whispered against your soft skin.

another kiss.

“perfect.”

and another.

“don’t ever hide from me again.”

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. the tension in your shoulders released as your hands slid up to rest on his back, your fingers curling against him, not to hide anymore—but to pull him closer. the vulnerability was still there, but the shame was gone, replaced by something warmer.

in that quiet moment, between soft sighs and the warmth of his mouth against your skin, rafe made sure you remembered every inch of you was loved.

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bullet graze | michael robinavitch x reader

summary: reader gets caught up in an armed robbery and ends up in the ER

warnings: mention of bullets and robbery

It was a miracle you were only grazed by the bullet. 

You were at the gas station on your way home from work when a gunman came in to rob the register. The gunman panicked when he heard the sirens, not realizing the owner had pressed the police button on his side of the register. In the chaos of everything going on, his gun misfired in your direction. It was a miracle the bullet only grazed your shoulder, if you had moved even just an inch it would have been life threatening. you were taken to the nearest emergency department even though you insisted you could drive yourself, you weren’t even really bleeding and your vitals were fine, but the cops and paramedics insisted they transport you. 

When you arrived at PTMC, you were placed in one of the rooms and after a few minutes you heard a knock on the door and were seen by Dr. Mkay, “I have a medical student with me if that’s alright with you,” the doctor nodded toward the student who came in with her as she put on gloves. 

“Yeah that’s fine, I don’t mind” you responded and with that Javadi took off the gauze covering your shoulder. 

“Ouch, what happened?” Dr. Mkay asked, reaching for the measuring tape by the computer and passing it to Javadi 

“I was at a gas station and someone came in with a gun to rob the place and he got spooked by the cops and misfired in my direction” you said with a wince as Javadi touched the surrounding area 

“Wow, you got very lucky then” Javadi said 

“Yeah, I did” you laugh slightly under your breath

After Javadi cleans up the wound, they give you instructions on wound care and tell you a nurse will be by in a few minutes with your discharge papers. At least you didn’t need stitches. 

You knew your boyfriend, Michael, was working tonight, but you hadn’t seen him in the few minutes you were being wheeled into the room. You thought about texting him, or asking Dr. Mkay if she could get Robby for you, but you didn’t want to make it a big deal and figured you would tell him what happened when he got home later tonight. 

You didn't even think about the possibility of Robby seeing your last name and first initial on the patient screen above the nurse’s station with a room number next to it. 

You were on your phone when suddenly the door opened. you looked up expecting the nurse with your discharge forms, but were surprised to see Robby, staring at you with his mouth slightly open in surprise 

“Hi babe, what are you doing here?” you try to joke, but it's like he didn't even hear you as his eyes zero in on the bandage on your shoulder. 

“Sweetheart what happened? Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me you were here? You could’ve told whoever treated you to come get me” he stresses, his eyes sweeping over you looking for other injuries 

“I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, the bullet only grazed my shoulder. Very gently, I might add” you say as his eyes widen

“I’m sorry, you were shot!?” he nearly shouts, his thoughts going a mile a minute as he dons on a set of gloves.

“Gently. I was gently shot” you emphasize as he uncovers the bandage 

“Jesus honey, what happened?” he asks as he replaces the bandage and takes a look at your vitals

“Well I stopped by the gas station next to work, like I always do on fridays” you start 

“For your after work sweet treat” robby nods, familiar with your routine

“And a robber came in with a gun. I honestly blacked out everything that happened until I heard the sirens, and then the guy got spooked and his gun misfired in my direction.” you say with a shrug and robby takes the stool seat beside you, grabbing your hands in his. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline of what happened wearing off or being comforted by your boyfriend that allowed all the emotions you were bottling up to come to the surface, but tears started welling up in your eyes. You looked up at michael and saw his eyes soften when he saw a tear slide down your cheek. his palm cups your cheek and he wipes the tear away with his thumb, “its okay to cry about what happened honey” he says, he could tell you had been trying to downplay the whole situation

“I was so scared” you said softly as your bottom lip started to tremble. You felt silly for crying. Yeah you were hurt, but it’s not like you were actually shot. But for a split second after you saw the guy had a gun, you thought you were done for. You didn't know his intentions, didn't know if he was actually gonna use the gun or if it was just for show, you were terrified. Your brain disassociated until you heard the sirens, and even then you were still in fight-or-flight mode.

Robby stands up from the chair and takes you into his arms as your tears come faster and faster, placing a kiss on the top of your head. He holds you tight in his arms, his heart racing with the thought that he could’ve lost you tonight. 

“Will you wait for me to take you home? I don’t want you walking by yourself or taking an uber” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead 

You nod against his chest, “you read my mind, I was gonna park myself in your break room until you were finished” there was only about an hour left in his shift anyway 

“You can sit at the nurse’s station if you want, I know dana will be happy to see you” he says, his arms still wrapped around you, dana was the only one who knew about your relationship along with Jack. “do you want me to bring Kiara? If you want to talk to someone?” he says hesitantly 

You debate for a moment, “no it's okay, thank you though” you give him a small smile, “I’ll sit with dana at the nurse’s station” you nod, you haven’t talked to her in while it’ll be nice to catch up. 

You pull away from robby, but before you get too far he pulls you back in and cups your face, “I love you” he says softly and before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours.

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[ckret2]

Chapter 94 of human Bill Cipher having been the Mystery Shack's prisoner UNTIL NOW:

At long last—Bill's finally been paroled.

Bill sauntered into the living room. "You summoned me?" He looked at Ford and Stan, sitting together on the sofa, and asked, "Are you my parole board?"

Stan said, "Keep mouthing off like that and see if we reduce your sentence."

Bill cracked a grin. He sat in one of the armchairs, laced his hands behind his head and crossed an ankle over his knee, and said, "Finally lightening up a little?"

Ford grimaced. "Well. We had to trust you with the agent, and you didn't blow it, so I suppose we don't have a choice."

"Awww. Don't sound so grateful."

"Can we get this over with before you two start bantering?" Stan asked. "Okay. As of now, you're allowed to go out and do social things with people in town. Or invite 'em over, just—get permission first before you haul someone home."

That immediately threw Bill off his game. His smile dropped, he sat up straight, and he put his hands on the armrest, as if he was already on the verge of jumping out of his seat and bolting for freedom. "Wait. Really?"

"But only if one person from the household is with you at all times," Stan said. "Except for Dipper. Because we both think you'd be willing to kill Dipper to escape."

Bill laughed. "That's fair! That can't be everything, though. There's a catch, what's the catch?"

"Restrictions," Ford said. "No trying to manipulate the townspeople, no trying to turn them against the rest of us, no tricking them into restarting Weirdmageddon—and in case I missed any loopholes, no doing anything you know full well we wouldn't want you to do. If we even get a hint that you're trying any of the above, the game's over and we tell the town who you really are."

"Oh, really." Bill slowly sat back, eyeing the twins calculatingly. "People in this town love me! If you try to lock me up again, I have friends in town hall who will get worried and come looking. Try to tell them I'm Bill Cipher, and I'll tell them you're crazy and they'll believe me." He propped his cheek in a hand. "In fact, this whole week I've been behaving myself for your benefit. As far as I'm concerned, I can do just about anything I want now—so the real point of this little meeting is deciding whether you'll give me what I want the east way, or the hard way. So maybe cool it with the threats you can't back up! You can't prove I'm anything but what I look like."

He said, "Why are you two grinning like that. Stop grinning."

Ford stood to push a video tape into the VCR. Stan turned on the TV and hit play.

The screen opened on a shot of the living room sofa, where Bill sat cross-legged and grinning next to a large easel pad. The first page of the pad was covered in drawings of cute animal faces, birds, fish, and (closer to Bill’s side) skulls, lightning, and triangles.

From behind the camera, Mabel said, "Welcome to Mabel’s Guide to Local Animals—"

"I’m helping."

"—featuring Bill Cipher as my cohost!"

Stan paused the video. He and Ford grinned at Bill.

Bill gaped at the screen. "Well—I—that doesn't prove anything. It's just a wild accusation by a child! It's not like I confirmed—"

Stan hit play.

On screen, Bill said, "That’s me!”

“Yes it is. Lots o—"

Stan paused the video.

Bill buried his face in his hands. Why. "Mabel's not even on screen! I could have been responding to something else and you dubbed her lines in later! You don't have any footage that directly connects that human on screen to Bill Cipher!"

Stan fast-forwarded the tape.

"Oh boy."

Stan hit play. Mabel smiled at the screen. "Welcome back! My co-host has been banned from the rest of this episode so he can reflect on his behavior."

Behind her, Bill, one hand bandaged and face covered by a paper bag that read "PLAYED WITH FIRE," said, "It was worth it!" He’d persuaded Mabel to draw his triangle face over the text.

"WHAT!" Bill jumped to his feet, didn't know what to do next, and turned around to kick the cushion off his seat. His cheeks burned at the Stans' laughter. "Unbelievable! This is ridiculous! This is all—" He couldn't admit it was his fault. He wasn't about to blame it on Mabel. He whirled around to point at Ford. "Your fault."

"Wh—" Ford flung his hands into the air, "What did I have to do with it?!"

"I don't know yet! I'm still figuring that part out!" Bill dropped back into his seat, then had to half stand again to straighten out the cushion.

"Think the cops'll buy that?" Stan asked.

Bill slouched back in his seat, elbow on the armrests, hands laced in front of his mouth. He mumbled, "I'll behave."

"Good."

"And... we'll make a deal with you," Ford said.

Bill shot him a burning glare. "I'm listening."

"Kitchen access. We're still figuring out if there's anything we can do about the fridge and the microwave—for now, at least you have the freezer chest Soos provided—but we'll give you access to the cabinets and everything in them, the cans, the can openers, the glass jars, and the stove, if you can identify five parts of the house we can't remove that you could kill somebody with."

Bill narrowed his exposed eye. "Why."

Stan said, "Because we're only making this offer cuz we figure you've already thought of plenty of ways to kill us, so it doesn't make a difference if you can slit our throats with an aluminum can lid. You want the goods, we want a warning about what else you could be planning."

Bill's eye narrowed further. "Throw in the knives."

"We'll get you plastic knives," Ford said.

"Deal. Garroting you with my clothing. Breaking the banister and stabbing you with the splintered wood. Snapping off a metal chair leg and stabbing you with that. Punching through a windowpane and using the broken glass as a knife. Unplugging an appliance, chewing halfway through the wire, plugging it back in, pouring water on the floor around the exposed wiring, and waiting for someone to use it. Pulling threads out of the upholstery to make tripwires across the stairs. Doing something to encourage Dolores to try to poison me again, then switching my plate with someone else's when she's not looking. Not to mention all the objects I can use for blunt force trauma: chairs, Questiony's piano, the lid on the toilet tanks, the coat rack, the metal trash can in the kitchen, the..."

Unnerved, Stan said, "That's a lot more than five." Ford elbowed him.

"And you owe me for the rest. We'll work out the details later."

"Did you say punching through a windowpane?" Ford asked.

"Sure, it's glass, it's not that hard. I just need to wrap a shirt around my fist so I don't bleed out before you idiots do."

"Has it occurred to you that punching out the glass could... yield any other results...?"

Bill looked at him blankly. "Like what. Creating a walking hazard?"

"Never mind."

"Okay," Stan said, "I'm convinced that the only thing stopping you from murdering us is the fact that you can't murder allof us. You can have kitchen access. Anything else?"

"Daily sunlight," Bill said. "Not sunlight filtered through a window—actual sunlight. Open a window for me, let me sit in the yard, whatever, I don't care! I just want sunshine. I feel like a starving sunflower."

Stan snorted. "What's a starving sunflower feel like?"

"Like it's only photosynthesized for a combined ten hours over the last month and a half, is that a trick question?"

Ford asked, "You photosynthesize?" He slowly reached for his coat pocket pen. Stan pushed Ford's hand back down.

"Course I do, how did you think I eat?"

"I didn't think you eat. You've claimed to be a being of pure energy enough times."

"I am a being of pure energy. Did you think that means I violate the laws of thermodynamics? I've got to get more energy from somewhere, don't I?"

"I suppose that makes sense..." Ford slowly reached for his coat pocket pen. Stan decided to just hold his hand.

"I'd be happy to explain how it works sometime! Maaaybe over a game of chess?"

Ford scowled at him.

"That's what I thought." Bill rolled his eye. "Fine. Then you can ask Mabel. She knows all about it."

Sensing a brewing argument, Stan cut in, "Okay, daily sunlight, we'll figure that out. Is that everything?"

"Phone rights. The Rainbow Club gang wants to know how to reach me, I can't keep telling 'em I broke my phone and haven't replaced it."

"Is the phone you stole not enough?" Ford asked wryly.

Bill grinned. "Oh, Mabel mentioned that, huh?"

"Where is that phone, anyway?"

"Threw it away." At Ford's glare, he said, "What, don't believe me?! Fine! Search my cell, officer! You won't find squat!"

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A squirrel, returning to its hole in a tree with an armful of nuts, stared in dismay at the brick of plastic and metal that had been hidden in its home.

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"Fine, phone access," Stan said. "But under supervision only."

"Fine. And I want TV voting rights."

"What?"

"You—" Bill turned his gaze back to Ford "—told me that everyone else in the house gets priority over me when we choosing what we watch. I want an equal TV vote. You know—like a person who has opinions that matter!"

Stan and Ford exchanged a look. They wanted to say no, because Bill was Bill, and it didn't feel like he deserved that.

But. By this point—after multiple rescues thanks to Bill—that was almost starting to feel petty.

Sweetly, Bill said, "Come on, Stanford, don't you want someone else in the shack who's willing to vote for the parascience documentaries? You need every vote you can get! You and your little clone are already outnumbered!"

"Stop," Ford said. "Fine. Equal TV rights. Not because you tried to bribe me."

"You're making the right decision," said Bill, who was fully planning to throw his vote behind whatever Mabel wanted to watch at every opportunity possible.

"Is that it?" Stan asked tiredly. "We're debating TV rights now, you can't want anything else."

"Just one last tiny minor little detail," Bill said. "When are you setting me free?"

Stan opened his mouth, held up a finger, lowered his finger, and looked at Ford. "Uhh..."

"Because you are going to set me free," Bill said, "right? You're not planning on keeping me here forever. If you've agreed you aren't executing me, then there's no way you could think you have the right to keep me locked up!" He favored them with a threatening fake smile. "I could call my lawyer. Do you want me to call my lawyer?"

"What are you talking about," Stan said, "who the heck is your lawyer."

"Do you want to find out."

Stan paused. "No."

Carefully, Ford said, "We haven't... discussed... our long-term plans for you."

Bill's smile faded. "Well. Discuss them. And let me know." He stood up. "Are we done here?"

"I suppose so," Ford said tiredly.

"And uh," Stan said, almost inaudibly, "thanks. I guess. For getting those agents off our tail."

"Suuure, any time." Bill gave them a wry grin. "It figures I'd have to sleep with a federal agent to get my sentence reduced."

Stan cracked up. "Hey, you know what? You're almost all right, Cipher." Ford didn't want to think it was funny, but a snort and a crooked grin escaped him anyway.

And Bill's gaze immediately latched onto Ford's face. Look at that. Bill almost got a smile. He was getting better at that lately. Heck, they'd nearly had fun at the museum, hadn't they? They'd had some banter. And Ford had actually acknowledged Bill as a teacher! In a way. Bill might be making some progress with him. Maybe...

May his name be erased.

No. He reminded himself not to get his hopes up. Ford had made very clear that he didn't respect Bill, he never respected Bill, and the only reason he suffered Bill to live was because Mabel liked him.

And, because Bill had potential. Because part of him was already what Ford wanted him to be.

Bill mentally kicked over the seesawing scale in his mind on which he was weighing Ford's worth. Don't pour your water in a leaky bucket, Cipher; if Ford's gonna come to you, he'll come to you. Don't chase him.

"You know, Stanley, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" Bill swept out of the room. "Now, if you mortals will excuse me, I have some supervised calls to make. I'm going out."

"Oh yeah? Already?" Stan asked. "And doing what?"

"Don't worry about it, you're not coming. Neither of you would be able to keep up with the wild time I've got planned." He took a deep breath and shouted up the stairs, "Hey, star girl! Call up Candy and Grendo! We're hitting the town!"

####

"It's just as beautiful as I remember," Bill said, surveying the mall with a beaming smile. "And this time I'm allowed to talk to people." He poked Mabel, "Promise not to kung fu flip me this time?"

"Pshh. Only if you promise not to shoplift anything."

Bill considered that, considered what kind of budget three 12-to-13-year-olds had at their disposal, and said, "If you break my neck when you flip me, call Ford instead of 911. I'll take his interdimensional MacGyvered first aid over a trip to the doc any day." Mabel socked his arm.

Candy said, "No shopping or shoplifting! We have more important business!" She hefted her backpack up in one hand and jogged past the rest of the group. "To the food court! I brought a special present for your first day of freedom. Mabel said you might like it."

Bill glanced at Mabel. She just gave him a secretive smile.

####

With all four crowded around a table in the food court, Candy pulled a Magic Vision book out of her backpack.

"Here." She lay the book of autostereogram pictures open in front of Bill. "This is my favorite page ever. The best to start on."

Bill stared at the page, eyepatch flipped up, both eyes wide open and slightly crossed.

"Well?" Mabel asked. "What do you think?"

He didn't answer. He was staring at the book as though he was looking at a brand new color.

A single tear slid down his cheek.

Candy patted his back. "It's like that the first time."

####

"Hey there!" The makeup saleswoman smiled as Grenda approached, flanked by Candy and Mabel. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Hi! Are you the one who gives out the makeup samples?"

"Um..." She gestured at the mirror next to her station. "Yes, you can try out our products here, but if you're under sixteen, you can only try on the makeup samples with an adult's authorization."

All three girls turned to Bill.

He was ignoring them, focused intently on a display of eyeliners.

"A-HEM!" Grenda said.

"What? Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure." Bill made a gesture like a benediction toward the group. "I grant my authorization."

"Great," the saleswoman said. "Then if there's anything you want to try out, I can help you apply it."

"Awesome!" Grenda dropped a couple dozen different lipsticks (half of them loaded with glitter) onto the counter under the mirror. "I want to try all of these!"

The saleswoman's smile faltered. "Oh—sorry, but there's a three product limit for free samples. To try on any more, you'd have to schedule an hour-long makeover session."

"Aw, man! I can't pay for that."

Bill looked at Grenda and the saleswoman, looked at the display of eyeliners, and leaned toward the saleswoman. "Hey, everyone gets three freebies, right?"

"Um—yes! That's right." She nodded.

"Great! Then I'm donating my three to the kid."

Grenda's face lit up.

The saleswoman grimaced. "I'm... not sure I'm allowed to—"

"I'm donating mine too!" Mabel said.

"Me three!" Candy said.

The saleswoman looked at them helplessly.

"Hey." Bill grabbed a passing customer's arm. "Wanna make a donation to a good cause?"

While the saleswoman tried to carefully draw two dozen separate strips of color on Grenda's lips and Mabel and Candy shouted their opinions, Bill surreptitiously slipped several eye products in his hood.

####

"Hey!" Bill shouted, leaning over the balcony around the mall's mezzanine level. "Everybody! Spontaneous dance party! Right here, right now, let's go!" And then he started dancing to the mall's faint background music.

A security guard shouted up from the ground level, "Ma'am? Ma'am! This isn't the appropriate place to— I have to insist you don't—"

It was too late. Whooping and cheering, Mabel, Grenda, and Candy had joined him to start dancing.

When they saw the security guard coming up one escalator, they hustled down the other and escaped.

####

"Not many people take Psynosaur's backstory seriously," Candy said, flipping through a 200-page notebook with densely-packed handwriting. "But when you think about the implications, it's really tragic. His species went extinct 70 million years ago and Professor Kagakusha cloned him from a fossil—he was not meant to live with modern Monster-Mon! Everyone thinks he destroyed the lab because he's inherently bad, but if you think about it, the last thing he knew was the primitive jungle and then he wakes up without his family in a cold, metal room. It's like he was abducted by aliens! He was not mad, he was scared."

"Okay," Bill said uncertainly, watching over her shoulder. He looked around for Mabel and Grenda, but they were off in the another section of the book store, vandalizing books on unicorns with the real facts.

Candy flipped another chunk of pages to an illustration she'd sticky note bookmarked with two dragon-like and dinosaur-like monsters attacking each other, one roaring a stream of 0's and 1's and the other with wavy circles radiating from its forehead. They were both crying. The pencil lines had smeared from opening and closing the pages so many times. "And when you think about it that way, it completely reframes his rivalry with DigiZard! They are not just enemies because Psychic elementals and Digital elementals are mutually mega-effective against each other and they are both Hyper Ultra Rare Monster-Mon. They also represent different eras. DigiZard represents the future, and fears the world that came before his creation, which is why he tries to upload everyone's brains onto the MonsterNet. Psynosaur represents the past and wants to destroy the scary new world he has been forced into."

"Sure," Bill said, perfectly lost.

"And yet, he and DigiZard share a common enemy: they are both the product of human science. DigiZard is coded from the DNA of a dozen Monster-Mon and Psynosaur was mutated when he was cloned. They were never meant to exist. And I think, deep down inside, feeling like they should not be alive is what drives their cruelty. Like they need to do something big to earn the right to exist, because they are such—"

"Freaks," Bill said.

"Yes! Exactly! But even though they have so much in common, they cannot see it. They just fight instead. They need to be put in a situation that forces them to see their shared trauma. Only then can they heal." Candy flipped to the front of the notebook, where she had an illustration of the two monsters wearing aprons. "Which is why I'm writing an AU about them running a coffee shop/cupcake bakery."

"Right," Bill said, lost again.

####

Glaring at the children climbing all over the Kidz Zone rides, Bill said, "I'm never gonna get a turn on that coin-operated helicopter. It's been taken every time we've gone by!" He shot a dirty look at the giggling child currently occupying the helicopter.

"Fight him," Candy said solemnly. "He is the enemy. You must destroy him completely and take what you want."

"You're right, but I'm a foot taller than him and twice his weight. Everyone's gonna assume I'm the bad guy."

"What use is there in being the good guy when goodness doesn't bring you glory."

Bill gave Candy a surprised, impressed look.

"It doesn't get us kicked out," Grenda pointed out.

"Hmm..." Candy's eyes narrowed. "Then perhapssss... there's another way."

####

As they hid in an out-of-order restroom waiting for the mall to close, Grenda experimented in the mirror with her new lipsticks, Mabel edited the drawings in a coloring book she'd picked up at the book store, and Bill sighed in boredom.

He looked at Candy, engrossed in a new notebook and flipping through her deck of Monster-Mon cards looking for reference art. 

"Hey. Sooo," he said. "This joint business venture DigiZard and Psynosaur start—how's that shake out? Do they telekinetically burn it down for the insurance money? Do their friends stage an intervention and insist they need real therapy? Tell me they don't, I hate stories that end like that."

"Oh! They win a prize from the local newspaper for best new small business in the neighborhood," Candy said. "And then, they kiss."

Bill's brows went up in surprise. "Oh. Huh," he said. "Good for them."

Candy slowly pulled the notebook out of her backpack again. "Do you... want to read it?"

He squinted at her like he knew he'd just walked into a trap; then accepted the notebook. "Okay, fine—but only because I want to know how they get around DigiZard being a hologram."

####

Half an hour after the mall closed, Mabel stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked around in the dim nighttime lights for any sign of other people. "Okay, coast is clear." Candy, Grenda, and Bill crept out after her, giggling quietly.

Mabel consulted a mall map. "Okay, to get back to the Kidz Zone we just need to make a left, and..."

Bill glanced down the main hall, and sucked in a gasp that made the girls look over.

Just in time to see a slender humanoid being—super smooth and so pure white it stood out even in the dim light—walk in stiff, jerky steps out of one of the dark stores.

The girls let out quiet gasps, grabbing onto Bill's hoodie for protection; and then Grenda loudly said, "Phew! It's not a security guard!"

With a sickening crack, the bare clothing mannequin snapped its featureless face toward them and went perfectly still, like a predator trying to fool its prey into thinking it was part of the scenery. A couple other mannequin heads curiously peeked out of another store.

Mabel hissed, "What are those—"

"Shhh! Let me do the talking." Bill pushed the girls behind himself, smiled disarmingly at the mannequins, and said, "Heeey! Sorry for the intrusion—Saturday, right? Arcade game night? Our bad, totally forgot!"

The first mannequin tilted its head quizzically. It signed a question at Bill.

"Yeah, no, not us, we're going the other direction from Hoo-Ha's," Bill said, gesturing behind them. Another few mannequins had emerged farther ahead; the tap of plastic feet on tile came from the stores behind them. He swallowed nervously. "We won't get in your way!"

Grenda whispered, "But the coin rides aren't—"

"Shhh." He signed another apology to the mannequin and said, "We'll just see ourselves out! Have fun, tell Slim I'm sorry I missed him, byyye!"

He turned around, scooping his arms around the girls to take them with him. "Walk toward the fire exit," he hissed, "don't run, and do not make eye contact." 

Candy glanced back over her shoulder. "How can we? They don't have eyes."

Bill wrapped an arm around her shoulders to block her view, power-walked a little faster, and said through a gritted-teeth smile, "By the time you find out, it's too late."

Once they were past the mannequins, Mabel asked, "But where'll we go now? The mall's closed, what else is open this late?"

Grenda's eyes lit up. "Hey! I know where!"

####

"It's okay, Mabel," Candy said, "Just concentrate. You nearly got your second dart in the double point ring. Third time's the charm!"

"You got this, girl!" Grenda said.

Bill squinted at the dart board to check how Mabel would do in the future, and lied, "You'll do great."

"Thanks, gang. Here we go." Mabel squinted an eye shut, carefully aimed her third dart, and flung it at the board.

Just as she did, one of the bikers sitting at Skull Fracture's front bar smashed a glass bottle over another's head and the second biker tumbled off his stool. 

The dart went wild. It hit dead in the middle of a section in the double point ring. Unfortunately, it was in the 2 point area of the ring. "Aw, nuts!"

From the table where the Discount Auto Mart Warriors were waiting for their turn, Ghost-Eyes said, "It's all right! You're already playing better than you were just a few darts ago!"

"Thanks, Ghost-Eyes." Mabel pulled her pins off the electronic dart board, plopped down at her table, and drowned her sorrows in cherry limeade.

Ghost-Eyes got up, took his darts, threw them at the board in rapid succession—bullseye, bullseye, double bullseye—and sat down. His teammates hooted and hollered in congratulations as they clapped him on the back: "Three in a row, again!" "Way to go, man!"

(Sitting at the bar, splitting his attention between the brawl breaking out nearby and the dart game, Mayor Tyler Cutebiker cheered, "Get it! Get it!" He turned beet red when Ghost-Eyes subtly flexed in his direction.)

"All right," Bill said, "everyone move aside for a bar game pro." He finished off his drink—the only one at their table that wasn't a soda—cracked his knuckles, grabbed three darts, and stepped in front of the board. He saw several very strong, very clear futures where his darts hit the lower point zones around the edge of the board or didn't hit it at all, and an extremely faint implausible future where his first dart gracefully sailed straight into the double bullseye. He focused his complete attention on that future, ignored all the possibilities around it, and...

Threw a dart into the 1 point area.

"No!" He chucked his second dart at the board, stepping over the faded duct tape throw line on the floor in the process. Nobody called him out for it because his second dart missed the board completely. "No!"

He chucked his third dart at the ground. "I want a do over! It wasn't supposed to go that direction! The air conditioning must be blowing them off course or something, this isn't fair—!" He flopped into his seat, hands covering his face. "Ugggh!" And then slid off his seat to lay on the floor. "Uuuuugh!"

Mabel turned to Candy and Grenda and whispered, "Maybe we should strike darts off the list of stuff to do with Goldie." They nodded.

"So what else can we do?" Candy asked. "The creepy pool guy is still staring at the pool table. I'm not sure he understands it's a different kind of pool."

Mabel gasped. "I've got an idea."

####

In the dark backroom of a closed store, a door clicked open. "Okay, I got the lock," Mabel whispered, pocketing Dipper's president's key. "Everybody inside." Candy and Grenda tiptoed in after her, eyes wide and nervous; Bill came in last, walking backwards so he could keep an eye outside as long as possible, checking for any future signs of pursuit.

"Are you sure about this?" Candy whispered.

"Yeah!" Grenda said. "We do illegal things sometimes, but I think this is more illegal than usual."

"It's fiiine, don't worry about it," Bill said. "Nobody's coming."

"Even staying at the mall after closing was a victimless crime," Candy added. "I'm not sure this is."

Mabel said, "Trust me, this'll be great." She tiptoed into the front store and flipped on a light, revealing row after row of snoozing pets in cages. A couple of animals blinked sleepily at her. Mabel set her backpack down in the middle of the pet shop and started rummaging through it. "Okay, round up all the puppies with light fur. And anything else you can find. Kittens, hamsters, bunnies..."

Within a few minutes, they were seated on the floor in a circle with a small collection of wiggly, mostly white-furred animals. A kitten tried to climb onto Candy's shoulder. Bill had two bunnies in his arms and was rubbing one's head in utter fascination.

Mabel was in the back room filling several spray bottles in a sink. "This is gonna look so cool." She carried the bottles into the store, set them down in the middle of the group, and pulled out a pack of food coloring bottles. She dripped several drops of purple dye into one bottle, fastened on the sprayer, and held out a hand. "Okay! Now hand me a puppy!"

####

"I'm just worried Bill will talk them into doing something criminal," Ford said as he paced. "His only supervision is a handful of kids. What if he's up to something?" He reversed direction and paced the other way. "But no, he's been remarkably well-behaved and helpful recently." He turned around again. "But what if that was all just a ruse to lower our guards?" Turn. "No, no—he's already had opportunities to stir up trouble when we weren't watching, and he hasn't taken them. " Turn. "But what if he's just been waiting for this specific opportunity—"

"Dude," Soos said. "I'm getting kinda dizzy watching you."

"Sorry." Ford stopped pacing and compensated by bouncing a foot. "I just wish they'd get back before anime night." They'd had to reschedule their last anime night due to dealing with a government investigation. Fiddleford had asked if Soos and Ford could come over a bit early, he wanted to talk to Ford before the show; and they'd put off leaving just about as long as they could.

"I'm not worried about them," Dipper said. He was watching TV sprawl out on the living room sofa—which was cushioned for the first time all summer, now that Bill was no longer sleeping on the floor. "I thought letting Bill outside would be stressful. But actually? It's a huge relief, knowing he's out of the house for a bit—"

The door banged open. "We're back!" Candy and Grenda were wielding sleeping bags and backpacks.

"Nevermind," Dipper sighed.

####

(I don't think any of this chapter was influenced by TBOB. Bill seeing an autostereogram picture the first time was written before TBOB came out; in TBOB Bill says he thinks people who claim to see magic eye pictures are lying, and I think that's sour grapes. I wanted to make a comic of Bill seeing a magic eye picture for the first time and weeping at the beauty, but it turns out that autostereogram images that don't look crappy are hard to make. Crappy ones are easy though.

Anyway!! hope y'all enjoyed Bill's 😎✨first taste of freedom✨🌻, I've basically spent the ENTIRE fic waiting to get to the point where Bill can go outside and do stuff.

As well as waiting to make chapter 18 come back to bite him in the butt lmao.)

[valleydolli]

౨ৎ Older Husband Nanami breeding you ౨ৎ

a/n: err this is like practice for me! i’ll try write different smut one shots for each jjk guys :P

You've been married to your husband Kento for a year now, while dating for 2. Before tying the knot, you’ve brought up having children in the past, but you never actually tried. Granted, you’ve been using condoms. Everytime you make love and he cums in your sweet pussy (which is blocked by said condom) he just hopes and prays the condom somehow splits and you fall pregnant. He hasn't mentioned that he’s dying to breed you because you’re young. You started dating while he was 32 and you were 22. You’re now 25 and 35, and he doesn't want to pressure you into motherhood. You still have time, so what's the rush? Even if you eventually say you never want kids, he’ll be okay with that, your body is your own. But tonight his world turned upside down.

“Mmm, take it off, Ken,” you murmur. He’s just slipped into you, ready to make love to you, and you said what? He stills, surely you didn't say that, right? “W-what did you say?” You run your hands up his stomach and smile. “Take the condom off, Kento, I’m ready.”

Oh, you said it, he’s not crazy.

He stares at you for a good minute, praying you'll make it out of this bedroom because he is going to devour you. “Honey, you have no idea what you’re asking of me.”

“Wha- Oh my god!”

His eyes darken, and instantly, your husband pulls you in by your thighs closing the gap between the two of you. He’s tucked into your neck, breathing heavily and mumbling to you.

“I’m going… to ruin you.”

“Huh? What’re you saying?”

He lifts his head from the warmth of your neck and places his forehead against yours.

“I said, I’m going to ruin you.”

Your husband quickly locks his lips onto yours while holding you tight, so tight, almost as if you’ll slip away from him.

And trust, you’re not going anywhere.

You reach your hand down to his cock fumbling to take off the condom. Not even a second after it’s off he slides smoothly into your cunt, moaning loudly against your lips.

“I’ll fill you up baby I promise. I promise I’ll give you a baby.”

Your shared bedroom echoed with the sweet sounds of Kento pounding his dick into your sweet, soaking cunt. A key to its lock. He fits perfectly inside of you. He can’t stop whining against your lips, reminding you about how much he loves you. How much he wants— no needs a family with you. How you’d be the best mother known to man.

“I can’t- can’t stop thinking about it.” He tries to tell you.

You can respond. You’re incoherent. His swollen tip has been prodding at your cervix continuously.

“You swollen with my seed, n-no one else’s but mine, urgh.”

He’s close but he can’t cum yet he needs to saviour this. The first time he’s filling up his wife. He can’t let this last five minutes.

“Come here.” He slips out of you, causing you to whine. He places you on top of him, telling you to rid him.

“I can’t Ken, please,” you slur.

“Yeah you can honey, you’re a good girl aren’t you?”

You audibly moan, you love when he calls you a good girl and he knows it. It gets him a lot of things, so this is the perfect time to take advantage of it.

“Mhm, I’m a good girl Ken.”

“For who?” He moans. You’ve lifted your hips slowly sliding down his thick cock.

“Ughh, you… only you.”

He brings his hands down your body, tightly squeezing your hips.Your hands on top of his chest to steady your balance. You move at your own pace; slowly lifting your hips up and down and up and down. The beautiful sounds of your schlick bouncing through both sets of ears. His eyes fixated on the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.

God, you’re going so damn slow.

“Baby, please, hurry.” He pleads.

“I can’t. I need—.”

Kento doesn’t let you finish, he’ll apologise for his bad manners later, but you can’t do this to him.

He drives his cock into you, roughly holding onto your already sore hips. Your body gives out falling onto his chest.

He hugs you tightly, pounding into you hard digging his feet deeper into the duvet. He’s going to cum and it’s gonna be a lot. You tighten around him, loudly moaning into his chest. “I’m cumming Kento please, please fill me up. I need it. Need it so b-had, baby.” You sob. “I want your cum, please.”

“It’s all yours honey, all yours— I’m cumming, take it, fucking take it.” He groans.

Your mouth drops wide open, letting out a silent scream, squirting all over your husband’s torso. You can feel Kentos cum spurting into your cervix.

“You did so good for me honey,” he’s stroking your cheeks with the back of his hand. “But you need more, we need to make sure it sticks. Can’t take any chances.”

[literaryslapshot]

OHHHHHMG a first look with jack 🥹🥹🥹

now y'all i normally don't write fluff but this was too cute!!

"i dunno if i can do this, i think i'll pass out up there," jack rambled on and on to robby, his best man. he had been a ball of nerves all day long. from the moment he woke up, started to get ready for the day he felt anxiety creep into his veins. he tried everything his therapist gave him, but nothing seemed to work.

he came to the conclusion that it was because he hadn't seen you yet.

it's because he hasn't seen you all day, the one thing that keeps him breathing and moving. what helps calm the chaotic storm that is his world, you. he had sent you a paragraph the minute he woke up, how he couldn't wait to see you walk down the aisle and marry you officially. the text alone was so sweet, you couldn't imagine what his vows were going to be like.

"well c'mon, you gotta go see your bride now." jack took a few deep breaths before walking outside the venue with just the photographer.

you were waiting for the cue, holding your bouquet with your maid of honor walking behind you. you were also a bundle of nerves, hands shaking as you walked up behind him.

it was decided early on that the two of you in private would exchange your personal vows to each other, only wanting them to stay between the two of you. you could tell he was just as nervous as you were; his shoulders were up high and he kept moving his head to the right and left, trying to crack the bones he's already cracked.

he heard the click of your heels and he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his lips. he chuckled and lowered his head, taking a couple more deep breaths. as you stepped closer you saw him trying to cheat a little by turning his head, but you quickly scolded him for it.

you rested your hand on his shoulder, and he immediately relaxed under your touch. "hey," you spoke, "you ready?" he mumbled his response, taking another breath before turning around.

he took a step forward before turning around to see you. he busted out in laughter from pure joy, bringing his hands up to his face. tears began to form in his eyes as he saw you- he finally saw you- standing in the most gorgeous white wedding dress he could have imagined. you had given him hints of what it would look like, but he could have never thought of this.

"baby," he stepped closer to you, putting his hands on your hips and smiling, "you look like a dream." he then cupped your face, slowly leaning in to give you a soft kiss. "i think i am dreaming, actually."

"no, this is real," you responded through a smile. he stepped back, hands on your hips still, taking in the wonderful sight before him. he grinned, shaking his head. he never could have imagined any of this. the beautiful woman standing before him, in just a few moments about to become his wife.

"you ready for vows?" you asked, he shook his head. you handed your bouquet off to your bridesmaid as she gave you both the vow books for you and jack. he agreed to go first, taking the pressure off of you a little bit.

"my love," he held onto your hand while he read out loud, "i never thought i would get this lucky to love again. i thought i already had my chance, that my story was written, but then you came along. you changed my entire life for the better- you gave me a reason to keep living again, and for that i am grateful."

you squeezed his hand as he spoke every word, tears starting to fall but you never once took away your gaze from him.

"i vow to always, be your husband. i give myself completely to you. i vow to always love you, protect you, put you first, and stand by your side. i will never go to places where you are not welcome, i will never sit at a table where you can't sit next to me. i vow to love you on the bad days, love you even better on the good days. i vow to be yours."

he looks up at you from the book, putting a hand on your cheek and wiping a couple tears away, "you are the best thing that has ever been mine, and i vow to protect it until my dying breaths."

you cannot wait to marry this man.

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 4, Part 1

masterpost am still sick. no editing or concrit please. *sad coughing*

Wally had already known that Danny was smart, but watching Danny work with Barry, Victor, and the others put Danny’s intelligence in a whole other category. Danny was science smart.

The swift progress from everyone working together making a way to communicate with Wally using readings from Danny was encouraging. What wasn’t encouraging is how Danny seemed to fade a little more every day.

“—take a break, Danny,” Dick said. He’d taken his role of mother hen seriously, as he always did.

“Yeah, one sec,” Danny mumbled around the screwdriver in his mouth. “Just let me finish these wires. We’re almost ready for another test.”

Dick hummed before agreed, “Okay—after the test—eating and taking a nap.”

“N,” Danny whined.

“Don’t N—,” Dick replied. “Flash wouldn’t—killing yourself to save him.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t!” Wally agreed, even if no one would hear him. Everyone else might still be a little static sounding, but he knew Dick well enough to know what he was saying.

“Already died,” Danny grumbled to himself as he kept working on the wiring.

Dick chose not to respond to the aside, which was probably for the best, and settled back against a wall of the converted bio lab instead. Wally leaned next to him.

“I know that we both know that letting someone stay involved is important for mental health, but you have to be willing to ground Danny when the time comes,” Wally said, just to be able to say it. “I can feel him getting weaker. I’m worried that it’s an exponential thing too, and who knows how much it will worse when the sensors are working.”

Dick sighed next to him. Wally nodded along as if Dick had been agreeing. In the background, Danny, Barry, and Raven were talking.

“I know, he’ll be suborn about it. But you could always point out how he’s the only way to get me back,” Wall shivered as a sudden wave of cold passed over him. “We’ll know that’s not why, but if it works, it works, right?”

“Wally?” Dick asked his name in such an absolutely wrecked way that Wally spun and was reaching out before he remembered that Dick couldn’t see him.

Except that Dick was looking right at him.

Wally could tell, even with the lenses.

“Can—can you see me?”

Dick nodded slowly.

“And—and you can hear me?! You can hear me!” Wally reached for Dick.

His hand went right through him.

Oh.

Small steps.

“It’s hard to hear you,” Barry said, over to Wally’s side in a rush. “It’s like Danny has said, you’re all static. Visually too. It’s like the channel isn’t turned right. But! We can work on refining that until we’ve locked onto the right frequency and then we can work on pulling you out of there! Your aunt is going to strangle you as soon as she can touch you, so be ready for that.”

Wally barked out a teary laugh. “Yeah, she would. I’ll take that. I’ll take being touched just about in any way right now. I mean, just talking to you all! I didn’t know if…”

“Never,” Dick said admittedly. “We’ll always come to get you. And luckily you were smart enough to find Danny.”

“I think that was all luck, nothing smart about it. I’m just glad that—Danny?” Wally looked over to Danny, who was leaning against the equipment, and just knew that things were about to go badly. “Barry! Catch him!”

[dramatic-dolphin]

there's something to be said for your preconceptions when you see me respond to "you can't understand our situation" with "i'm hungarian" and think it means "so i have it worse" instead of "so i can in fact understand". i think it is less about what i said than what you think i said, as is the repeated assertion that you hurt my feelings, which you did not.

none of the rest of my post is about how americans do not have it as bad. i didn't ask you tell me that i have it worse, because i don't. you are imagining a subtext that is not there. this post is exactly what it is: me stating that the censorship in your country does not work in a way that would stop the citizens from learning about other countries.

(there IS one part of this post that is missed without context though; the text in the screenshot wasn't said to me. it was in the notes of another post that i reblogged before writing this one, which started with an american saying "i didn't know mexico had cities because of our education system". hence why i keep bringing up "mexico has cities" as the example.)

"you don't get it, the usa is a fascist country full of government propaganda, and our rights as women and queer people are constantly attacked!! you have no idea what that's like!!" i'm hungarian 👍

[puppysuh]

POSITIONS 4 U .ᐟ ( nct 127 )

synopsis. different positions 127 guys would love to see you in. (featuring. johnny, yuta, jaehyun, mark, haechan)

rating. mature (minors + ageless blogs dni)

warnings. multiple positions, dirty talk (all), semi-choking (johnny), mentions of anal (haechan), religious imagery(?) (mark), oral sex, overstimulation (jaehyun), dubcon, rough sex (yuta)

author’s note. my first proper… thing (?) on tumblr. sorry if the formatting’s a little off, i’ve only ever been on freaky anime tumblr and they layouts are… very different. enjoy, and my ask box is always open if anyone wants to talk! also, thanks for the love on my first post 😓😓 that was my first time posting and i was #MegaNervous so i’m glad it was well liked! :)

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ JOHNNY ☆ #PRONEBONE

it just makes him feel so… powerful. he likes giving, so what better way to give to you than let you lay there on your tummy, completely helpless whilst he cages you in between his massive arms, keeping you trapped whilst he has his fun with your oh so needy pussy? 

“i know you like it, sweet girl,” he’d whisper in your ear, hips pistoning in and out of you at pace which can be described as nothing short of ruthless. “you like it when i rail you like this, princess?”

you can barely respond, not with the way his bicep is wrapped around your neck, cutting off your airflow and rendering you utterly helpless to him. “‘s good,” you gurgle, eyes flickering into the back of your head as you feel that all too familiar coil start to wind in your belly.

another thing johnny likes about this position is that he can feel all of you, including the way your gummy walls begin to spasm around his cock as you rapidly approach your orgasm. and because he’s the one in control, he won’t give it to you just yet, instead deciding to slow his harsh thrusts down into sensual grinds against the flesh of your ass. 

“not yet,” he whispers in your ear before leaving a fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. “‘m not done with this pussy just yet, princess.” 

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ YUTA ☆ #MATINGPRESS

yuta doesn’t have the highest sex drive. well, you don’t think he does; he rarely initiates, and whilst you don’t mind that, you just wished he’d be a little less reserved.

he has his moments, sure. a kiss that lingers a little too long, a hand creeping up your back whilst you’re pottering about in the kitchen, the sharp feeling of his chin on your shoulder and a warm kiss on your neck. it’s loving, but it’s not sexual, and you feel stuck. 

stuck, that is, until you change your approach. 

all yuta needed was a little push, a little bit of motivation to finally let his true feelings show. all you had to do was act like he didn’t exist, and suddenly, he’s all over you, trapping you so you can’t escape his undivided attention. 

“ignoring me was a bad idea.” his voice is level, but is actions are anything but. he has your ankles propped up onto his shoulders, arms braced on either side of your head as he ruthlessly thrusts into you. “is this what you wanted?”

you smile weakly, but as quickly as it appears, it’s immediately wiped off your face by yuta bending you even further. “‘m sorry, yuta-” 

“you’re not,” he grunts, eyes glued to the way your pussy swallows his agitated length. “you’re enjoying this.” 

you can’t reply to him, because the burn in your pelvis is damn near excruciating, and you can only whine out in jumbled pain and pleasure, your eyes crossing as you feel your brain begin to go fuzzy.

“yuta…” 

“don’t do it again.” you feel a small relief as he takes one ankle off of his shoulder and kisses it, a harsh juxtaposition to the way he relentlessly drills your pussy. “got it?” 

you sniff pathetically. “got it.”

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ JAEHYUN ☆ #69

jaehyun is the best eater he knows. his source? well, you of course. 

the man has nothing short of an oral fixation. you remember him telling you that he had a penchant for all things sweet, and whilst you thought he meant desserts, he was really talking about his sexual preferences. 

a good day for jaehyun is a day spent in between your legs, fingers and tongue glued to your pussy as they pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. it’s the epitome of everything he loves and believes in, and when you suggest a new way to rouse his oral fixation through a video you find on twitter one day, he’s totally down. 

he might not be able to breathe, but he likes it that way. the fact that you’re sucking him off at the same time makes it even better; every time his tip touches the back of your throat, he can feel you tighten up around his tongue, and it drives him crazy. 

“sit on me,” jaehyun groans, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as if they were his lifeline. “c’mon baby, do it.” 

jaehyun truly believes he could die right here, with your thighs cutting off his airflow whilst your tongue teases his cock, brain too muddled to focus on getting him off. it’s cute, honestly. 

it’s even cuter when he relentlessly forces your orgasm onto you, pulling your hips down harshly and sucking on your clit like a lollipop. you gag on his cock when you feel the orgasm crash onto you like a wave, and he’s painting your throat white, eyes flickering as your thighs squeeze his cheeks. 

jaehyun smiles to himself. he really is the best eater.

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ HAECHAN ☆ #DOGGYSTYLE

haechan is an ass man. it’s an indisputable fact; he’d rather you wear a pair of jeans or sports leggings than a skirt any day of the week. it’s not a style preference but more of an ass preference, because in sports leggings and jeans, he can walk behind you and abuse the blessing of sight all he god-damn wants. 

his alarming love of the plump flesh of your cheeks is what leads him to taking you from behind, on all fours, hands clasped around your hips as he pistons in and out of your cunt like a man on a mission. 

“fuck,” he groans, head tipping back and chocolate brown hair falling into his face as his hands slide down and grip the meat of your ass with a force rivaled by none. “fucking hell, baby. this ass is driving me crazy.” 

“why don’t you- hah- why don’t you fuck it then?” with what little strength you have, you turn your head to face him, drool pooling in your mouth as you take in the sight of your spent boyfriend, thrusting in and out of your heat like a man possessed. “‘s yours for the taking.” 

“ah- for real?” his mouth hangs open as he spreads your cheeks apart, eyes locking on the clenched ring of muscle winking back at him. “but we’ve never-” 

“i don’t care,” you whisper, groaning when one of his hands travels in between your legs to tease your clit. “don’t care when it’s you.”

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ MARK ☆ #COWGIRL

much like his best friend, mark just loves looking at you. unlike haechan, however, he tries his best not to look at you sexually; no, he looks at you purely because you’re beautiful. to him, it’s like your face was sculpted by the gods themselves, and he feels borderline blessed to have a girlfriend as pretty as you. 

so, when you suggest getting on top, mark can’t think of anything more perfect. 

sex is messy. it’s loud and vulgar, but when you’re riding him, mark thinks sex is the most angelic thing to have ever been created. you look almost ethereal as you grind your hips down onto his cock, hair in your face and a perky tits bouncing as you press your hands down onto his chest. 

“enjoying the view?” your chest heaves, breathless as you smile at your boyfriend, who seems to be cemented in a state of complete awe and bliss. 

“y-yeah,” he gasps, trembling hands resting on your thighs. “you look so pretty up there.” 

“thank you.” you smile down at him, and he swears he can feel the sun’s rays kiss his sweat cast skin. “you look so hot down there.” 

“m’not doin’ anything though.” 

“you don’t have to.” you grind your hips particularly harshly, and mark is as good as gone. “just sit there and let me make you feel good.” 

and he will. he’ll sit there as long as you damn well please, as long as you’re happy, and as long as he can keep watching your beautiful body use the living hell out of him.

© PUPPYSUH 2025 — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[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.”

[futfemfantasies]

The soft side of grumpy ~ Alessia Russo x grumpy!reader

It’s one of the biggest transfers of the summer. Lyon made a huge mistake letting you go on a free, so Arsenal scooped you up in one of Renée’s first moves as manager. You’re known for your bluntness, gritty, no-nonsense defending, and steely personality. That’s what makes you one of the most feared defenders in Europe.

You walk into breakfast with Renée when you see her. Alessia Russo. You’ve heard about her bubbly smile and her loyalty to her teammates. Renée introduces you to the squad before cutting breakfast short to start training.

To see how you’ll fit in with the team, Renée sets up a small 5v5 game. You and Alessia are on opposite teams, and you make it your personal mission not to let her past you. She tries one of her trademark fancy footwork moves, but you know better — you take her down with a heavy tackle.

Alessia bounces back to her feet, laughing. “Bit early for murder, isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes and jog back to restart.

Over the next few weeks, Alessia keeps trying to talk to you — about your time at Lyon, complimenting your tackles, asking about your tattoos. You deflect her questions every time, with short and sometimes not-so-sweet answers. The team watches as Alessia tries to figure you out.

“She’s the only one Alessia hasn’t cracked yet.”

On an away trip to Manchester, your usual roommate, Frida, is out injured. You get paired with Alessia. You groan when Renée reads the room assignments. Alessia grins.

She bumps your shoulder in the elevator. “We’ll make it work. I don’t snore… much.”

From then on, it’s just pure awkwardness. You're scrolling silently on your phone while she hums while brushing her teeth. Who does that? you think. You put your headphones in and turn your back to her bed, craving quiet before the game. At some point, Alessia asks you something — you're not a total monster, so you take out an earbud and answer shortly. A few hours later, neither of you can sleep. You flick the lamp on. Alessia looks over.

“Y/N, are you always this guarded… or do you just not like me?”

You take a deep breath and respond, reluctantly. “I just don’t trust people that easily.”

“That’s alright,” she says gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The next morning, you wake to the sound of the shower running and no Alessia in sight. But there’s coffee and a croissant by your phone. You smile — just a little — and eat in silence.

The following week is open training with a local primary school. A bunch of first and second graders show up. You pretend to be indifferent, but it kind of gets to you — in a good way. After training, the team signs shirts for the kids. You notice a little girl in the front starting to cry. You kneel down to talk to her, and she calms down. You take off your bracelet and give it to her. She hugs you tight and you hand her a signed training top. Alessia watches from down the line, and it makes her smile. On the way back to the locker room, she jogs up beside you, gently nudging your shoulder.

“You’re good with people. Even if you pretend you’re not.”

It’s team karaoke night. You haven’t been to one before, so it’s mandatory. You sit with national teammates Steph and Kyra, nursing your drink like it’s the only thing getting you through the night. Alessia’s up next — she picks a sappy song and dedicates it “to grumpy teammates who pretend they don’t like me.” Steph and Kyra both nudge you. You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts.

Later, you’re on your way to the bar for another drink when you spot Alessia talking to a drunk guy. You can tell by her face she’d rather be anywhere else. You walk up, flash a smile, and kiss her cheek.

“You good over here, babe? You were taking a while.”

Alessia’s stunned for a second, but plays along. You wrap your arm around her. The guy gets the message and backs off. Alessia hugs you.

“Thank you for that. He didn’t get the hint I’m not into guys,” she says with a nervous laugh. “Let me buy you a drink to say thanks.”

You nod and give her your order. When she hands you the glass, she leans in and whispers, “You’re such a softie when you care about someone.”

You nudge her shoulder gently. The two of you stick together for the rest of the night.

It’s a cold, rainy night at the Emirates. You missed a crucial tackle on Sam Kerr that led to the winning goal. You’re furious with yourself, and you don’t even know how long you’ve been sitting alone at the center circle. The stands are empty. The team’s gone. A few drops hit your knee, then more. Rain pours. Alessia looks everywhere, until she remembers one place she hasn’t checked. She grabs an umbrella and runs to the pitch.

Her heart sinks when she spots you, head on your knees.

“I’m not leaving without you,” she says, crouching beside you. “So you better come with me before they give us a tent to sleep in.”

You chuckle. Get up. Walk close to her to stay under the umbrella. When you reach the tunnel, she pulls you into a hug — whether you like it or not. You let it happen. You even smile, thinking no one’s watching.

Back in the locker room, a few teammates linger. Alessia insists on driving you home and won’t take no for an answer. You shower quickly, then walk through the rain to her Mercedes. She hands you the AUX cord. You put on a soft playlist, just in case either of you wants to talk.

Halfway back, you break the silence.

“I’m not good at losing. Feels like I let the team down,” you admit. “I feel like I always have to be perfect to be valued.”

Alessia frowns, then reaches over and takes your hand.

“You don’t have to earn love. You already deserve it.”

That makes your eyes sting — but in a good way.

The rain comes down harder as you reach your building. Alessia finds a spot and you invite her to stay the night. She agrees. Grabs a bag from the back and follows you in. You show her the spare room and bathroom, then settle beside her on the couch.

You order pizza — the responsible way to drown your sorrows. She moves closer, scrolling through the menu, and your heart kicks up a beat. Once dinner’s ordered, you hand her the remote. As you both get comfortable, she rests her head on your shoulder. You intertwine your fingers without thinking. She blushes, but says nothing. Neither of you lets go.

“You’re gorgeous,” she whispers, barely audible.

You turn to her. Don’t say anything. Just lean in. Lips millimetres away—

A knock.

Alessia jumps back, you clear your throat and get up. You bring the pizza in and eat in comfortable silence. Later, she looks at you. You open your arms and she climbs in like she belongs there.

“I’m falling for you,” she says, looking up at you. “I didn’t know if you feel the same, because you never say anything.”

“I’ve felt everything since day one. I just didn’t know how to show it… until now.”

You both lean in. The kiss starts soft. Then it deepens, filled with everything you’ve held back. You tremble slightly. Alessia pulls back.

She looks at you like she’s waited a season for this.

Your foreheads rest together, quiet.

“You don’t have to hide anymore,” she whispers.

And for the first time, you smile — a real one.

“I think you’ve ruined me, Russo.”

Turns out, even the grumpy ones need someone to hold them through the dark.

[bochowssinner]

in love with the way you write remmick like hello??? the dark mysterious vibe, yeah. i also love the fact it’s black reader coded being black myself i love seeing it from the perspective of someone the same race as me. wondering if you’d mind typing an x reader with remmick showing up to readers house seeking shelter and she kind of figures out what he is, but he doesn’t turn her valuing her humanity? kinda sappy but i wanna see a more soft approach to remmick idk

🪽THANK YOU.

summary: a random white man appears on your porch one day, covered in blisters, and while your father is skeptical, your heart tells you to help him.

warnings: none i think.

a/n: worked on this for hours nonstop. got messy at the end. hope y'all like it.

the missisipi sun was at his back 'n he was burning up. the arid, limitless field of dirt extended for miles in all directions, scorched and crumbling in the sunlight. his weathered boots kicked up clouds of dirt heated by the sun as they shuffled through the sand. he was thirsty, dehydrated, longing for a small drop of water to coat his cotton mouth. and above all, he needed food—bones, flesh, and blood.

the sun. that ball of fire, that damned piece of light. remmick had previously been hunted by that blazing light. he tried his hardest to stay away from it, even spending days at a time hiding in a hole in the ground to allow his skin to heal. he was powerful, sure. but every creature had its weakness, and remmick? the sun damn near killed him.

he staggered with each excruciating stride, the sun soaking through his shoes and burning the raw blisters on his feet. as he ran, a wet plap filled the air, with the sounds of his own blood and sweat sloshing in his shoes and between his toes, exacerbating his blisters. remmick wasn't religious at all, but he found himself praying in his head that he could get out of this scorching heat. despite the fact that he was a sinner and a horrible man, God appeared to answer his prayer quickly as a house came into his view.

after helping your ma in making breakfast—scrambled eggs, cheesy grits, crispy bacon, and buttery pancakes—you were in the kitchen cleaning up. an unfamiliar male voice caught your attention, and you wiped your hands on the floral kitchen towel before making your way to the front door, the wooden floor groaning under your steps. standing with a double barrel shotgun in his hands, your father—a well known farmer in the neighborhood—was aiming it straight at the stranger kneeling at the door.

you stood behind him, looking up down the white man with worry etched on your face. he didn’t look like one of the men from the neighboring farms—he was too beat up, his clothes too raggedy. he also smelled. it was a hot day, but even from where she stood, the man reeked of something sour. a little bit like alcohol, a little bit like sweat.

your father questioned him relentlessly, his expression hard. this was strange; a random white man on your porch, covered from head to toe in blisters and looking like he had been beaten with hot barbed wire; something wasn't adding up.

remmick didn’t respond at first, licking his chapped lips and looking between the double barrel shotgun gun and your pa, taking in the little woman poking her head from behind the porch door. “i don’t mean trouble,” he said at last, voice rough and sandpaper low. his eyes found you, studying the confusion on your face. “i jus' need water.”

the air was tense, your pa's grip tight on the gun. the man on his porch looked like he’d walked through hell, red faced and staggering. he was also white, which was suspicious enough. the farmers around here stuck to their own, the lines of color were drawn deep. remmick held up both palms empty, but still, your pa didn’t lower the gun. “i’m dyin' o' thirst, i swear.” he swayed a bit on his feet, and both your and your pa noticed. he was exhausted, dehydrated. his eyes locked with yours, and something passed between them. pleading.

"pa, he's burnin' up.." you spoke softly, cringing at the blisters that covered him from head to foot.

your pa's gaze flicked over to you, softening for the smallest moment when he saw your big eyes looking at him. you were always a soft-hearted girl, seeing something in people that he didn’t. he huffed.

“you from here? who’s land you trespassing on?”

“i ain’t trespassing. i’m just lost, is all. i was headin' east, and then the sun got to me.” remmick ran a dry hand over his face, groaning. “i need a few hours. to cool off, get my bearings. i'll be on my way as soon as the sun goes down.”

"he can sit at the table. i'll get him some water.." you spoke firmly but softly to your pa, walking to the kitchen before he could say anything else. you've always been stubborn, anyway.

that night, you persuaded your father to let remmick stay in the guest bedroom for the night. and he agreed after some pleading, promises, and tears of empathy from you. and he hated seeing his baby girl cry. you provided him with clothes from your pa's closet, a washcloth and soap bar for bathing, food, and other necessities. you were a little nosy and looked into the guest room before going to bed to see how remmick was doing, and then you saw them. his teeth were as sharp as your brother's hunting knife, and you almost gasped before forcing yourself to stay silent. putting the pieces together didn't take long; you were a smart girl who had heard tales from your cousins who lived in new orleans about the kinds of things they saw. in the hopes that you would forget what you saw, you said nothing to your pa about it. if he even caught a glimpse of those razor sharp teeth, he would shoot remmick dead.

but remmick knew you saw, and he knew you would keep quiet.

that night, you awoke to the sound of the front door creakily closing, but a shimmer on your nightstand drew your attention. a piece of gold with a note next to it with only two words scribbled on it with a nearly empty ink pen.

thank you.

— R.M

the gold gleamed in the low light from outside, glimmering like the stars on a clear night. that was more money than you had ever seen, more money than your family made in a week. you’d never even touched gold before, the metal was cool beneath your fingers, the ridges of the coin imprinted in your palm. your jaw dropped. where had this come from? you looked at the note, confusion making your head spin. where had he gotten this from? you sat up, studying the note again. the handwriting was messy, the letters sharp pointed and uneven. the words were simple, but the coin was worth a weeks worth of their harvest. you'd never forget him.

remmick.

[chiibabie]

dacryphillia & degrading w kaiser? thanks! i love ur works btw

curious as to what your boyfriend, kaiser, was doing, you made your way into the living room, only to be met with the sight of him shirtless as he was doing pushups. so, you decided it would be fun to climb onto his back, giggling as your thighs touched his waist; his muscles flexing with every slow dip towards the floor and back up as he lets out small arrogant laughs. "ha, hope you're comfortable back there, princess."

even now, kaiser was as smug as ever. "you think this is going to slow me down? hm, you're much lighter than you think."

with a quick roll of your eyes, you respond with "sure, tough guy."

he eventually slowed down his pace as you started squirming around a little, letting out innocent hums and shifting your hips. but then, he stopped altogether, telling you to "get off."

"huh?" you blinked.

he dips back down one last time, rolling you onto the floor as your back hits the ground. he pushes himself up and over you, trapping you within his arms and looking down straight at you with piercing eyes and an amused expression.

kaiser's hand trails down to tug at your shorts, pulling them down your thighs as he touches your cunt through your panties, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. he lets out a low chuckle when he feels that you’re already soaked, knowing that you won't need much prep. slowly, he tugs his own sweats down, pulling out his cock as he pushes the flimsy material of your panties aside, not making the effort to take them off. his cock is thick and heavy as he rubs his erection all over your entrance, allowing your slick to smear across his tip.

“micha…” you whine softly, jerking your hips up to get a little friction. “put it in, please..”

“ah ah,” he taunts, “naughty fucking girl doesn’t deserve it.”

you squirm around underneath him. “pleaseee, micha, need it so bad..”

“be patient.”

he inserts only the tip in, and even though that's all it takes to make your mouth part a little and your eyes all hazy and half lidded, it’s not enough! you want the whole thing inside you— him stretching you out around his massive size and have him pounding your body onto the floor, leaving you with no choice but to lay there and take it. so naturally, you start getting a bit too whiny for his taste, tears already forming as you complain, upset that you’re not getting what you want as quickly as you like.

your pout, eyes watery, and kaiser can't help but lean down and coo against your ear, practically mocking you. "crying already? aren't you cute."

it's cruel, and he's so smug about it. he brushes a strand of your hair aside and uses his thumb to caress your face and wipe away the small drops of tears that fall onto your cheeks. "look at you, so desperate. hm, you were acting all cute, sitting on my back earlier, and now y're crying?"

as soon as he pushes his cock all the way in, you can't help but let out a loud sob, tears streaming down your face as your pussy gets stretched and brutally split open by his size. sniffling and whimpering as he bottoms out with a harsh thrust, your entire body is trembling beneath him as you cry out, words slurring together, "s' big—hurts..mmmhmm.."

"pathetic thing," he spits. "crying cus' you can't take my cock properly. anything going on inside that stupid little brain of yours besides having your hole filled? hm?”

he starts pumping his cock in and out of you, mean strokes that have you throwing your head back, whining so loudly as the feeling of him fucking you makes you so dizzy. you can't even stop the flow of tears that are spilling down your cheeks, and kaiser would be lying if he said the sight of you crying as you got pounded by him didn't turn him on. in fact, he probably liked it a little too much.

"tell me," he mutters. "d'you even remember what you were whining about a second ago? or did you forget as soon as i gave you what you wanted, dumb girl?

he leans down a bit to lick a tear off your face, watching you intensely as your face contorts in pleasure. he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he analyzes you— there's drooling seeping out from the side of your mouth and you're all teary eyed, sweat dripping down your forehead, looking at him with the most fucked out expression.

he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. you're trembling, small sobs coming out of you in hiccuping gasps. he smiles a little down at you, but you can't really tell what he's thinking inside.

kaiser watches you writhe as his cock is buried deep inside you. but when your legs start to tense, as your moans become more high pitched and breathy, and your pussy clamps down on him like a vice, your walls clinging around him, he instantly knows you're about to cum. so, what does he do? he pulls out.

you immediately gasp as he leaves you empty, your orgasm taken away from you so easily.

"mmichaaa, why.. didn't want you t' stop, wanted to cum...was s' close.." your hips instinctively try to thrust upwards, desperate for him to fill you up again. the feeling of your hole being empty leaves you aching for him to go back inside.

but kaiser merely laughs as his eyes narrow and he leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he taunts you."you're lucky i'm even fucking you at all,"

"should've just left you here on the floor to cry by yourself like the spoiled brat you are, hah."

thank you for requesting !! this was also based on this request and this request <3 sorry if hes ooc i genuinely struggled writing this bc i’m not a manga reader..