#so it was really nice to finally beat the writer’s block

[nyxxxatnite]

Part 2 for poison??? Where he goes back to reader for another hook up but this time he needs to be close to her. Like legs wrapped around him and her hands in his hair while he practically latches himself onto you. Smut smut smut. He secretly really likes her but doesn’t want anyone to know yk keeping up with his asshole facade

antidote (poison pt2)

Plot: last time should have been the last time, just like he said. But when he comes crawling back, needier than ever you can’t help but come back pt.1

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): the obvious SMUT!, fluffy end, wally actually ends up being nice and in love? Characters are 18!!! Unprotected sex (WRAP IT), public sex!! Creampie!! Fucking POORLY written. NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: HI GUYS. okay so ik its been a minute 💀 im sorry i usually pump these out and get serious writers block but im TRYING. okay i also know you said to keep him an asshole but i NEEDED fluff!! Enjoy!

Finding yourself at the schools Friday night football game was NOT on your agenda, but you couldn’t help it. You felt drawn in and one of your newer friends BEGGED you to go with her so you did, reluctantly. The stands were PACKED with parents, siblings and other family members along with almost ALL of your classmates. Had football really been THIS popular?

you gave a low groan as you ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying not to get hit or bumped into. It wasn’t working out very well. Small sorry’s left your mouth as you finally wormed your way into your seat next to Julie, who was already teeming with energy.

“ i’m so excited. Monrovia has ALWAYS been a tougher team to beat, hopefully this year with Wally we can beat them. ”

At the mention of his name you tensed, you hadn’t seen or talked to him in what seemed like months (more so a week or two). A part of you, deep down ached for him, while the other part tried to keep you reasoned that he was the one that ended everything, he wanted nothing to do with you. And yet…somehow it felt like he still wanted you. None of the athletics (cheerleaders and football players) even stopped to say anything to you, or tease you about something so small. They just went on their merry way. Had he said something to them?

“ uh hello? Did you hear me? Wally’s looking at you! "

a small shake to your shoulders finally snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes moved to finally make eye contact with said football player. He was finally on the field after their introduction and was staring right at you from his huddle with his team. Once the both of you made eye contact he quickly looked away and popped his helmet on.

you shook your head, blinking yourself back to reality. What was his deal? The buzzers from the score board sounded, commencing the start of the first quarter of the game. The crowd around you buzzed to life in cheers as the boys got into formation after the coin toss, cementing that Monrovia would be starting with the ball. The first kick off was a strong one, sending the ball soaring to the back of the split river formation.

and like that the game set off into a very close, neck to neck game. One team would score and then the other would quickly swoop in and tie with their own touchdown. Everyone around you was on edge, Julie was screaming chants with the student section, making fun of the team and the other student section. You just sat quiet and cheered quietly when your team would score, trying not to burn in embarrassment. But slowly got into the energy of it all, starting to cheer in the last quarter of the game.

within the last few seconds of the game you shot up from your seat, cupping your hands around your mouth as you shouted.

“ GET THAT BALL TO THE END ZONE, WALLY! ”

His attention turned to you for only a second before something inside him amped up, making him sprint and dodge around the other team a bit faster. within the last second his feet finally landed in the end zone, signifying that they had scored the winning points and FINALLY got their hands on the win over Monrovia after years of losing. Loud screams and cheers erupted from the stands around you, the band immediately kicked in with their anthem as the team on the field flocked the quarter back in the end zone.

loud whoops and chants sounded from the boys as they hopped and shook with Wally in their arms, the other team standing dejectedly to the side, feeling the stab of loss from years of winning. You cheered loudly with your classmates, laughing happily as your friend latched onto you.

“ its like he HEARD you! You’re a fucking lucky charm! ”

she squealed happily and shook you, excitement bubbling from her as she darted off to some of her other friends to talk to them. Your attention finally turned back to the football team, seeing the ever happy Wally grinning and congratulating his teammates. His eyes then turned to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sent you a wink. Butterflies seemed to spring from nowhere in your stomach at the motion, turning to look and see if he was sending it to anyone else, but no one else was paying any attention to the team. You looked back at him again and watched him mouth “stay after”, seeming to mean after the stadium cleared out.

After about an hour of waiting, almost everyone was cleared out of the stadium, lights beginning to shut off. You slowly started to lose hope he’d actually come talk to you, or even if he was still there. You carefully tossed your hood up as it started to drizzle, then pour. You sighed and turned, starting to walk toward the gates when a loud whistle echoed from the dressing rooms. Your head snapped to the source, seeing Wally walk out of the building. He was in his after game attire, hair in messy curls atop his head from the sweat and rain finally hitting his head.

you paused and crossed your arms, trying to keep up your “i hate you” mindset. But seeing him there after weeks made your knees feel like jello. What the fuck was going on in your head?! You tilted your head and watched as he got closer, making you step back

“ didn’t think you’d come to a game. But then i saw you in the stands, dressed in the schools colors with MY number of all numbers painted on your cheek. ”

you scoffed as he finally stopped before you, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. She painted his number on your cheek? Did she know about you two hooking up or was this one of her dumb “he’s cute” things.

“ yeah, i didn’t paint this on, Julie did. Like hell id risk getting made fun of just to wear your number, Clark. "

He hissed in fake pain as you snapped at him, scrunching his face a bit to add to it. He chuckled and without a word tugged you close but your waist. You gasped in surprise as your chest collided with his, feeling the clothing start to get soaked from the heavy rain. What the hell was he doing?

“ you should wear it more often. Fuck all the time actually. Look..i was a fucking dumbass for pushing you away. Not being able to be near you drove me mad and made me realize some shit that i didn’t want to face. ”

your eyes widened as you realized he was about to confess his feelings. Were you even ready for that? Before he could even say another word you pushed yourself up and kissed him roughly, cupping the back of his head as you tried to keep him from saying anything. A small grunt sounded from the other as he immediately held onto your waist, keeping you close to his body.

the kiss started heated and just continued to stay that way, tongues meshing together in the middle as hands wondered each others bodys. And with hands wandering, came clothes starting to be removed. Were you about to fuck on the football field? You couldn’t really care less, you just needed him now. Moving yourself down onto the soaking grass, you felt him moved between your legs and carefully slip a hand between the two of you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as he rubs at your clit for a moment, letting you get adjusted and wet enough for him to slip his fingers into your soaking center. Your eyes rolled back a bit from the stretch of his long fingers. Thank fuck for this lanky man, being blessed EVERYWHERE. small moans slipped from your lips as he pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you. Getting you nice and stretched was something he’s never done so it was a nice little change, it made your heart flutter in an odd way?

after a few minutes of prepping you he pulled his fingers out and used whatever wetness he had to lube himself just enough to carefully slip into your awaiting cunt, his eyes rolling back at the hug of your walls. Another gasp came from your throat as he slid inside of you, your hands clambering to grip onto his back to have some sort of tether to earth. He grunted and held still for a second, kissing along your neck and throat, arms winding around your middle to keep you close to him.

As much as your mind was SCREAMING at you to get the hell off the ground, you felt like you were in heaven. Especially when he started to finally fuck his cock in and out of your hot cunt. Moans and groans intertwined from the two of you as you fucked on the football field, rain poured around the two of you, drowning out your sounds so only the two of you could hear. You made an attempt to open your eyes, only to be met with Wally already looking at you. You whimpered softly and drew your eyebrows together, keeping eye contact as you moaned louder. Watching his face morph with pleasure at your sounds, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

He carefully reached between the two of you, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten, feeling it start to verge on snapping. Your eyes rolled back a bit as it all began to be too much for you to even handle.

“ thats it baby, cum for me. Fuck, please cum. ”

he groaned out and placed his forehead to yours, feeling himself near his end as well. With a few final snaps into you, he was releasing everything he had into your awaiting cunt. And once you felt his load fill you, you threw your head back into the ground and cried out as you came not to far behind him. He kept his hips rocking, just to ride out your highs before slowly pulling out of you. He pushed himself up a bit and panted, looking at the absolute mess you were below him making him give a breathy chuckle.

“ we should probably hit the showers, babe. Were an absolute mess. ”

you slowly nodded your head, the after sex high still buzzing in your brain. You let him do what he needed, meaning letting him carry your naked form into the locker rooms to wash the both of you off. It was absolute silence as you stood under the water, somehow more awkward than the times before. Was it because of what he was going to say?

after washing off, you held the towel you were offered tight to your body. Finally registering that your clothes were out on the field still, ruined by the rain and the mud. But it was like Wally read your mind, carefully pulling out some extra clothes he had stuff away in his locker. You tugged on the sweat pants and the hoodie he offered you, humming softly at the warmth of them. He tugged on his own pair of sweats and a tank top, slowly turning to you as he shrugged on his letterman.

“ look…i..fuck. Okay so..i really like you. And i know saying that doesn’t really make up for how i treated you, but it just happened. I realized it when we fucked in the supply closet. And i understand if you don’t feel the same, i just really wanted to tell you. ”

you threw your hand up and covered his mouth to keep him from sputtering on anymore than he was, watching his cheeks and ears go red from embarrassment. You gave a soft giggle as you stared up at him, tilting your head a bit.

“ i like you too dumbass. As much as i hate that i fell for you, i did. ”

he visibly relaxed and moved your hand, tugging you closer as he carefully kissed you. This time keeping it gentle, full of passion. You could really get used to this sweet side Wally had hid away.

[loveesiren]

𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾)

Rafe Cameron x Reader | Pt. 2

a/n: hi my lovelies! I wrote this based on one of my favorite songs! Emergency Contact by Pierce The Veil. It ended up being really long so I decided to chop it up into three parts! Not sure if I'll write more for it but I'm just happy to get out of my writer's block and post something new. I hope you enjoy! Feedback welcome and encouraged :)

synopsis: Y/N has always been close to the Cameron family, practically a part of it after years of friendship. Beneath the surface, unspoken feelings simmer between her and Rafe, but neither of them can muster the courage to admit it. When Y/N finally decides to move on, setting her sights on a new man, he’s forced to confront the truth: losing her might cost him more than he ever realized.

warnings: slight angst

wc: 3.1k+

Rafe wasn’t used to girls like you. Sweet, kind, and angelic. His experience with women had mostly consisted of those who were after his money or his drugs, their intentions shallow and self-serving. But you were different. You didn’t want anything from him—not his wealth, not his reputation, not his vices. Your every interaction with him felt genuine, and it threw him off balance. You made him feel things he couldn’t quite name, emotions foreign and unsettling in their depth.

The first time Sarah brought you home was about three years ago. You had recently moved to the Outer Banks and met Sarah at a party at the Boneyard. You hit it off immediately, your laughter and warmth cutting through the chaos of the night. Sarah had invited you to dinner with her family, and you accepted, not knowing how much that evening would change everything.

You wore a white sundress that night, the fabric brushing against your sun-kissed skin. Your hair fell in soft waves past your shoulders, and you carried yourself with effortless grace. You looked like the picture-perfect Kook, someone destined to fit seamlessly into their world. Sarah had assured you her family would love you—and they did. But no one was more captivated than her brother, Rafe.

“Rafe, this is Y/n,” Sarah introduced as you stepped into the dining room.

“So nice to meet you!” you said warmly, your smile lighting up the space.

Sarah had expected Rafe to scoff or brush you off like he usually did with her friends. Instead, he stood there, visibly flustered. His blue eyes darted from you to the floor as he scratched the back of his head, his hair falling slightly into his face.

“I-uh-you too,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Sarah smirked, barely holding back a laugh. It was rare to see Rafe like this, vulnerable and unsure. Throughout dinner, he was unrecognizable—quiet, attentive, and completely entranced by you. He didn’t crack a single sarcastic remark or roll his eyes like he usually did. Instead, he listened intently as you chatted with Rose and Ward about your background, your studies, and your dreams. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed, the sound stirring something deep inside him.

Later that night, as you and Sarah changed into pajamas in her room, she couldn’t help but tease you.

“Rafe likes you,” she said, a sly grin spreading across her face.

You blinked in surprise. “Really? He seems… shy.”

Sarah snorted. “Oh, he’s far from shy. At least, not with most people. I’ve never seen him clam up like that before.”

You bit your lip, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The thought of Rafe Cameron—the same Rafe who intimidated just about everyone—getting nervous around you sent a flutter through your chest.

Over the months, you became a fixture in the Camerons’ lives. You grew close to Sarah, sharing secrets and adventures like lifelong friends. But it was your bond with Rafe that surprised everyone—including yourself. Around you, he was different. The sharp edges of his personality softened, his temper cooled. He was kinder, calmer, and, for the first time in years, genuinely happy.

Sarah noticed the change immediately. She even started to enjoy spending time with her brother—something she’d never thought possible. Whenever you were around, Rafe seemed lighter, his dark moods kept at bay by your presence.

And while you’d never admit it out loud, you’d started to feel something too. The way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke your name—it all made your heart race in a way you couldn’t ignore. You knew it was risky, falling for your best friend’s brother. But with Rafe, it felt inevitable.

Today was an exciting day. You and Sarah were helping Rafe move into his new house, a milestone he’d worked tirelessly to achieve. It wasn’t as grand as Tanneyhill, lacking the opulence and legacy of the Cameron estate, but it was something entirely his. A charming seaside home, bathed in sunlight and kissed by the ocean breeze, a place where he could finally carve out a life of his own. With Sarah already living with John B, you knew Rafe had felt out of place staying at home at 24. Now, this house was his fresh start.

“This is gorgeous!” you called out, your voice carrying across the open space as you stepped onto the balcony off the living room. The view was breathtaking: the endless stretch of ocean meeting the horizon, waves rolling in with rhythmic grace. The sun warmed your skin, and the salty air filled your lungs, making your heart feel light and free.

Rafe followed you outside, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, his voice tinged with pride. But while the sea and sky formed a masterpiece before him, his gaze lingered on you instead, captivated by the way the sunlight danced in your hair and the way your eyes sparkled with joy.

“I mean, look at this view!” you exclaimed, leaning against the railing and spreading your arms wide as if to embrace the entire ocean. “I could look at this forever!”

Rafe’s eyes never left you. “Me too,” he murmured, so softly it was almost a whisper. His words weren’t meant for the horizon or the waves, but for you—the only view that truly mattered to him in that moment.

You turned to look at him, a grin lighting up your face. “I brought champagne! To celebrate!” you announced, practically bouncing on your feet before darting back through the house and out to your car to grab the bottles you’d picked up. Returning triumphantly, you popped one open, the cork flying with a soft “pop” and a few fizzy streams spilling onto the hardwood floor. You laughed it off, quickly pouring everyone a glass.

“To new beginnings!” you declared, raising your glass high, your eyes sparkling as they met Rafe’s.

“To new beginnings,” Rafe echoed, his voice soft but steady as he clinked his glass against yours, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than necessary.

The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity. John B and Rafe tackled the heavy lifting, moving boxes and furniture, while you and Sarah set to work unpacking and arranging. The kitchen was priority number one, ensuring Rafe would at least have a functional space to cook while settling in. Between trips to Tanneyhill and the furniture store, laughter filled the air, making the hard work feel less like a chore and more like an adventure.

By the time evening rolled around, the four of you collapsed onto the couch, surrounded by a sea of half-opened boxes. You leaned back, exhaustion mingling with the lingering buzz of champagne.

“How do you have so much stuff?” Sarah groaned, shooting Rafe an incredulous look.

Rafe smirked, leaning back against the couch. “Please, I seem to remember a few boatloads of crap when we moved you to Poguelandia.”

“He’s not wrong,” John B chimed in, raising an eyebrow at Sarah. “Our room is mostly your stuff. I have, like, one drawer.”

“Oh, shut up!” Sarah laughed, playfully slapping her boyfriend on the shoulder. She yawned, stretching her arms over her head. “Speaking of our room,” she said through another yawn, “I’m ready for bed.”

You giggled as John B helped her up from the couch, the champagne’s bubbly warmth making you feel light and carefree.

“Thanks for the help,” Rafe said, walking them to the door. You listened as the Twinkie’s engine roared to life, fading into the distance as Rafe closed the door and returned to the couch.

“Rafeyyyy,” you whined playfully, stretching out the nickname as you leaned into the cushions. “I think I might’ve had a little too much champagne.”

Rafe chuckled, his lips curving into an easy smile as he settled beside you. He loved the way your nickname for him rolled off your tongue, soft and endearing. “That’s okay. You can stay here tonight. Take the bed; I’ll crash out here.”

“What? No!” you protested, sitting up a little straighter. “It’s your first night in your new home! I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and warm, “you’re not ruining anything.”

“I don’t even have a change of clothes,” you pouted, crossing your arms for dramatic effect.

Rafe’s laugh was soft, a sound that made your chest feel lighter. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Go shower. I’ll make the bed and find you something to wear.”

Your cheeks warmed under his touch, but you nodded, a cheeky smile spreading across your face. “Okay,” you said, hopping up and darting toward the bathroom.

You were grateful you and Sarah had spent time unpacking the essentials in the master suite. Grabbing a towel, you locked the door behind you and turned on the shower. Steam quickly filled the space, cocooning you in its warmth. As the water cascaded over your skin, washing away the day’s sweat and exhaustion, you let yourself relax, the events of the day swirling in your mind. Rafe’s soft smiles and gentle touches lingered in your thoughts, leaving your heart fluttering in a way you couldn’t quite shake.

You tried to push the thoughts from your mind. You and Rafe were close friends—nothing more. You couldn’t justify having feelings for your best friend’s older brother. Besides, Sarah had set you up on a date with JJ Maybank for tomorrow. The blonde Pogue was someone you’d grown to know well. He was carefree and fun, always ready to brighten everyone’s day with his infectious energy.

You were genuinely excited for your date with JJ. Rafe, on the other hand, didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. Sure, he’d had a small crush on you when you first met, but that had been ages ago. He’d never made a move, so you assumed those feelings had long since faded. You shook off the intrusive thoughts and focused on finishing your shower, letting the warm water wash away any lingering doubts.

Meanwhile, Rafe moved with quiet purpose. He carefully made the bed, choosing the softest sheets he could find and fluffing the pillows with meticulous care. On the edge of the bed, he laid out one of his favorite T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants for you. Comfort was his priority. It always was when it came to you. He wanted you to feel at ease, to be happy. Deep down, he was completely and hopelessly in love with you, though he’d never admit it. The thought of saying it out loud felt terrifying—what if it changed everything?

Hearing the shower turn off, Rafe quickly exited the room, retreating to the couch. He pressed play on a random movie, letting the screen light up with familiar scenes as a distraction. Ten minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in his oversized clothes, your damp hair framing your face.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice soft.

You sank onto the couch beside him. “Better. Sleepy,” you admitted with a small smile. “Thank you,” you added, gesturing to the clothes you wore.

“No problem,” he replied, fiddling with his earlobe, his gaze flickering nervously between you and the TV.

“What are you watching?” you asked, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them.

“Uh, just some old movie,” he said with a shrug. “Put it on for background noise.”

You squinted at the screen, quickly recognizing the iconic characters. A playful grin spread across your face. “Rafe Cameron, are you watching Titanic?”

Rafe glanced at the TV, his cheeks flushing. He hadn’t even realized what he’d put on. “Oh, I… I guess so,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You laughed softly, turning to him. There was a shy look in his eyes, but it wasn’t about the movie. It was something else, something deeper. He looked like he wanted to say something, the words hovering on the tip of his tongue. But before he could speak, he clamped his mouth shut, redirecting his attention to the screen.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, leaning back into the couch. The comfort of the moment settled over you like a blanket.

You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, but the champagne and the long day had drained you. Before you knew it, you were slumped against Rafe, your head resting on his lap as soft snores escaped your lips.

Rafe’s heart swelled as he looked down at you, a tender smile spreading across his face. He gently played with the ends of your hair, his fingers brushing against the silky strands. As the movie reached its emotional climax, he found himself tearing up—not just at the tragic ending but at the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him. You looked so peaceful, so angelic, and he felt an ache in his chest he couldn’t ignore.

Carefully, he shifted, lifting your head to slide out from under you. Scooping you up into his strong arms, he carried you to the bedroom, mindful not to disturb your slumber. He pulled back the covers and tucked you in, making sure you were snug before clicking off the light. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, lingering for a moment to take in your serene beauty. With a reluctant sigh, he made his way back to the couch.

Sleep didn’t come easily for Rafe that night. He tossed and turned, his thoughts consumed by you. He’d tried to bury his feelings, tried to convince himself that friendship was enough. But the more he tried, the stronger those feelings grew. In the quiet of the night, he allowed himself to daydream—a cozy little house by the sea, a dog, maybe even kids. A life with you. But reality crept in, reminding him that to you, he was just a friend. Nothing more.

The next morning, the savory aroma of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, stirring you from sleep. You rubbed the remnants of slumber from your eyes and glanced around, the unfamiliar surroundings reminding you where you were. Rafe’s new house. His king-sized bed cradled you in luxurious comfort, but the empty space beside you felt oddly hollow. For a fleeting moment, you’d hoped to find Rafe still asleep there. The thought made you frown, though you quickly reminded yourself that he’d slept on the couch—because of course, Rafe was a gentleman like that.

You padded softly toward the kitchen, following the sound of sizzling. “Smells good,” you said, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Rafe jumped slightly but turned to you with a soft smile. “Oh, hey! You’re up! I made breakfast.”

“Thanks, Rafey,” you replied with a grin, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island. Then guilt crept into your tone. “Sorry I got all drunk and stole your bed.”

He shook his head dismissively, turning back to the stove. “No need to apologize. I’m just glad you got some rest after yesterday.” He plated eggs and bacon, setting it before you. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a baby,” you chuckled, picking up a crisp strip of bacon.

“Good,” he replied, his voice warm as he resumed cooking. “So, any big plans today? Wanna help me unpack more of this mess?”

You paused mid-bite, your mind flickering to the evening ahead. “I can help for a bit, but I have a date tonight, so I’ll need to head home early to get ready.”

The words hung in the air, slicing through the calm. Rafe’s hand stilled, his grip tightening on the spatula. He didn’t turn to look at you, knowing his face might betray the knot tightening in his chest. In all the time he’d known you, he’d never heard you talk about a real date. Sure, you danced with guys at parties or flirted harmlessly, but this—this was different. His heart twisted painfully, the kind of ache he couldn’t ignore.

“A date?” he asked, forcing his tone to sound casual, though the words felt like sandpaper against his throat. “With who?”

You hesitated before answering, as if bracing yourself. “JJ,” you said quietly. “Sarah set it up. I haven’t been on a date in a long time, so I’m not really sure what to expect.”

Rafe’s mind reeled. JJ Maybank. Of all people. Why would Sarah do this—when she knew how he felt about you? He plastered on a tight smile, masking his turmoil as he finally turned to face you. “It’ll be great,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“You think so?” you asked, chewing your lip nervously. “I’m kind of... nervous.”

He swallowed hard, shoving his feelings down where they couldn’t escape. “Yeah,” he said, the words tasting bitter. “You’re a catch. He’d be a total idiot not to like you.”

Your lips curved into a warm smile, and for a moment, your gaze locked with his. Those ocean-blue eyes of his held something unspoken, something tender. “Thanks, Rafe,” you said softly, your voice full of gratitude.

He forced a grin, though it felt hollow. “Of course,” he replied. “Tell you what—don’t worry about the unpacking. Go home and get ready for your big date. Can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You beamed, finishing the last bites of breakfast. “You’re the best,” you said, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. “Thanks for letting me crash! I’ll get your clothes back to you tomorrow!”

Rafe watched as you hurried to the door, his heart aching with every step you took away from him. He raised a hand in a mock salute, a forced smile still glued to his face. “Have fun,” he said, his voice hollow.

The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly the house felt suffocatingly empty. Rafe stood in silence, staring at the spot where you’d just been, your laughter still echoing faintly in his ears. He let out a sharp breath, his chest heaving with suppressed emotion. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the nearest glass off the counter and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, much like the hope he’d been quietly holding onto.

His hands gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white as he tried to steady himself. She’s gone, he thought bitterly. She was never mine to lose, but somehow, I lost her anyway.

For years, he’d found comfort in being the one you turned to—when you were too drunk at a party, overwhelmed by a panic attack, or even just bored on a lazy afternoon. You’d always come to him. But now, you were running toward someone else. JJ fucking Maybank.

And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

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[krak-jj]

Ask: "Hey i was wondering if you could do a Saiki x reader who loves cats, preferably x male or gn!"

(sorry if i didn't get the ask right all the way, first time responding to one 😅)

KITTY KAT!

saiki k. x male reader.

!lowercase intended for the story!

summary: kusuo didn't like cats to begin with, so why would you bring one to him knowing how he feels.

warnings!

jealous saiki

hope you enjoy!-JJ

(author note at end)

A nice spring day as the birds were singing and the bees a buzz, and flowers blooming.

today, kusuo saiki will be hanging out with his boyfriend, alone for once. he wouldn't say it outloud; but he was excited, to say the least. he hasnt had the time to hang out in a good amount of weeks.

so he was waiting patiently for the man. but when he looked at the time, he realized his lover was five minutes late. which was unlike his loving boyfriend.

but before the pink headed man had time to worry, he heard you approaching the gate to his family home.

as your finger went to press on the doorbell, the door flung open with an agitated looking kusuo on the other side. 'what took you so long?'

"kusuo, im like 5 minutes late. and plus, i brought a surprise!" you said excitedly as he walked over to the gate to let you in. 'you're not bringing that thing in. You know my mom is allergic, right?' "come on, kusuo, just for a little!" 'no.'

"then im not coming in." You said as the orange tabby cat peaked out of your shirt. 'y/n. dont be petty.' "at least get to know the fella before you say no?" 'i'm not doing that.'

kusuo couldn't lie. he didn't care for catsorr dogs. but something about this cat annoyed him. the way it kept talking about you in its head. as if he'd let a stupid cat take you away. how idiotic.

"comon kusuo, look at it!" your voice rang through the psychics' ears as you brought the cats face up next to yours.

'no, and that's my final answer.' his voice rang through your mind. your face dropped as so did the cats. "you're an evil man, kusuo. denying your one and only boyfriend the joy of having a feline companion. how could you?" the brows on your face furrowed .

you saw as the pink hairs above your boyfriends eyes furrowed in. you got him. "just make sure you clean up after it, and it leaves with you. understood?"

his voice rang through your ears for once, which made your heart skip a beat, but then you realized. "Oh hell yeah! thank you so much, ku!" you exclamed excitedly as you passed by him with the cat in your hands.

"good grief."

Masterlist

Hey guys, really sorry for the long as hell and random break. I was experiencing major writers block; then i had gotten this request.

after that i was like BOOM: MOTIVATION. But in the middle of writting i was stumpped. so thats why this took such a long time and is so short. so anon please know i am soooo sorry for how long this took! 🙇‍♀️

[vyzoi]

MDNI

Character is aged up!

They told me I don’t need to credit them but this is my bestie. I requested this fic in their inbox back in January or somewhere around that time. I requested a Kaiser jealousy fic where it leads to hatefucking. Then they hit a writers block. I asked if I could pick it up and I got the green light. I told them that they can still write their version whenever they feel like it. Thank you, @inu1gf!

Warnings: rough sex, spanking, spiting in mouth, degradation, pissed off Kaiser that’s a whole warning in itself, slight angst, he’s not a total monster, squirting, unprotected sex, breeding, fem reader

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You’re playing football with Ness for fun. It’s just you and him. Kaiser wasn’t having it with Ness, he’s still salty over that whole situation at Blue Lock.

What you and Ness don’t know is that Kaiser is watching you guys play from the stands. He’s that high up.

Ness passes the ball to you, he knows that you want to copy Kaiser Impact, he knows that you try so hard to perfect it. He wants to see you succeed. You managed to move your body just right and you kicked the ball in the same way Kaiser does. You score. You run up to Ness and you hug him tightly. He returns it of course.

Your ego gets high. “I want to beat my own boyfriend’s ass.” Ness smiles innocently. “I think you could! Kaiser has weakened his skills some.” You smirk. But what you don’t know is that Kaiser is hearing everything.

He walks down the stairs until he gets down to the first row. “SHUT UP NESS!” You both turn around in fear. “My own girlfriend wants to beat me at my own signature move!? Don’t make me go down there.” Ness smirks. “He’s chicken.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Ness.

Kaiser makes his way down to the field. He then runs right in your direction. You freeze up. It’s not like he will actually hurt you. But this is a bit intimidating. He leans down and makes eye contact with you with those crazed eyes of his. “You ready for me to devour you?” You kiss his lips. “Not now darling, I’m pissed off, I love you though.” At least he called you darling and said he loves you. You walk closer to Ness who took a step back from Kaiser. “Ness is on my side.”

He smirks. “That’s fine, I don’t need him anyway.” You look at Ness. “It’s really you who doesn’t need Kaiser.” Ness gently smiles at you. “Let’s kick this guys ego out of him.” You smirk. “Let’s humble him once more.” Kaiser is hearing all of this even though he’s on the other side of the field. “ARE YOU TWO GOING TO MAKE A MOVE OR NOT!?”

You hesitate. “You know Ness, he’s going to play rough with us. I’m not saying that we should back out. I’m just saying that we need to be more strategic about this. Even though he is outnumbered.”

You start the kickoff. You get a good distance and then you pass the ball to Ness. Kaiser runs up to you. “I know what’s going to happen next. You’re so stupid for thinking you know my own move as if I don’t.”

You’re now blocked. But what Kaiser fails to see is that you can turn around or Ness could just score. “Hey Ness, it’s up to you.” Ness just decides to dribble it. Kaiser pushes you out of the way. Which yeah it did hurt, but he tried not to be too rough.

You finally caught up to Kaiser and you block him. “How’s it feel?” You then kiss his cheek. “I said I’m not in the mood. I love you though.” Ness scores. “Nice strategy!” You run up to him and hug him. “That was! It worked out perfectly. Even if I didn’t use Kaiser Impact!”

Kaiser grabs you and takes you by the arm. “You’re in for it when we get home.” You look up at him. “Kaiser, I’m sorry.” He sighs. “You were disloyal to me.” You look at the ground. “I was just playing. It wouldn’t be fair if I let you win.” He looks at you. “You were playing with Ness, you had the option to play against him and side with me. We could’ve made back to back Kaiser Impacts.” He’s so salty.

You finally got home. He lets you in the house first. “Kaiser…” he closes and locks the door. He looks down at the floor. “Go to the bedroom.” You slowly walk to the bedroom. When you get into the room, you just lay face down into the pillows. You really couldn’t help but cry yourself out.

Kaiser stands at the doorway just watching you. He knows you feel helpless. He likes that, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad. He’s still frustrated because of Ness though.

He sighs. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just have me take my anger out on you in some other way?” You lift your head up but you still don’t look at him. “What do you mean by ‘some other way’?” He walks over to you. You bury your face in the pillow again. “Do you want me to take my anger out of you by fucking you roughly?”

You look at him. “Darling, look I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at Ness. I know it looks like I’m mad at you, but I’m not. If I was really mad at you, I wouldn’t have let you kissed me on the field and I would’ve used my entire strength to push you but I held back. I even called you darling and told you that I love you on both attempts of your affection.”

You dry your eyes. “Kaiser, just fuck me, have your way with me. Remind me that I’m yours and only yours. I’m starting to forget my place.” He gets on top of you and flips you over. “What do you mean you’re forgetting your place?” You sigh. “Ness treats me better. I was really happy spending time with him today.”

Kaiser gets angry again. “Why do you always think he’s better than me? It’s fine if you think that you’re better than me. I see you as an equal. But Ness? No, you’re forgetting that I shaped him into what he is today.” You sigh. “This is why I want you to put me back in my place.” He smirks. “I am not holding back.”

He gets off the bed and takes his shirt off. You take yours off too. You’re too lazy to get out of bed so you just strip yourself lying down. You pull your pants and panties down but you kick them off the mattress until they fall to the floor. “Lazy ass. You’re not even going to give me a show.” You take your bra off. “How’s that? It better have been good enough for you, it was my last layer.” He looks at you with a blank stare. “Don’t give me sass, you’re already in enough trouble as it is.”

Kaiser pulls the bed sheets off of you. Then he gets on top of you. “I’m cold now, thanks to you.” He scoffs. “I’m done with the sass. Open your mouth. Let’s put it to better use.” You open your mouth obediently. He builds up saliva in his mouth. He gently holds your throat. He spits in your mouth. “Swallow.” You swallowed. “Good girl.”

He gets off of you and then gets off of the bed. “Roll over on your stomach.” You roll over. He gets back on the bed then gets on top of you. He starts slowly grinding his cock against your folds. “You didn’t even prep me or anything.” He sighs. “I’m not going to put my cock inside you yet. I’m going to get you slick, don’t worry your pretty head.”

He stops grinding on you and kneads your ass. “Kaiser, you’re making me nervous.” He smirks. “Oh yeah? What do think I’m going to do to you?” Before you could answer, he spanked you. “THAT!” He laughs. “It’s best if you don’t try to predict it.”

He spanks you harder. “Would Ness do this to you?” You shook your head. “No..” he digs his finger nails on your ass. “Would you want him to though?” You hiss at the pain. “No.” He asks another question. “Is there anything you would want him to do to you, be honest about this.” You whine. “Kaiser, if anything, I would want him to be gentle with me in bed. But I really don’t like him in that way.” He let’s go of your ass.

He flips you over, manhandling you in the process. Your legs are spread all the way out as they could go. “Hurts.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “You’re just not used to stretching, you didn’t even warm up when you were playing football today. That could cost you, and I’m not trying to scare you.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m being nice to you, for now. You can wrap your legs around me if you’re so uncomfortable.”

You put yourself in a missionary position underneath him. He lines his cock up to your cunt. “Kaiser, can you at least use lube?” He sighs. Darling, just by feeling you down there, I think you’re wet enough. But I guess the extra slick might help me fuck you faster.” You reach for the lube on the nightstand and then you give it to him.

He applies it to his cock. “I’ll give you some too, how about that?” You nodded your head. He spits on your clit and rubs it all over cunt. “That’s not lube..” he smirks. “How about you apply it yourself? I don’t really know how much you think you need.” You sigh. “Nice try, you just want to see me touch myself.” He hands you the lube anyway. You squirt a tiny ounce on your middle and index finger. You then rub them on your hole. Eventually, you stuff your fingers inside of you.

“Ness..” Kaiser gives you a side eye. “I was going to be so fucking good to you! We had a sweet moment for a while! Why did you say his name, when you’ve been saying mine all this time!?” He removes your fingers. “I asked you if there were any thoughts of Ness and you told me there wasn’t. You fucking lied to me!”

You give him the lube. “I don’t know what to do with it.” He throws it across the room. He lines his cock up against your cunt again. Slowly inserting it. “That’s all you’re getting!” When his whole length was inside of you, he started thrusting rough and fast. He starts attacking your ear with his voice. “Say my name, tell me who you belong to.” You whine. “I belong to you Kaiser. I know my place now.” He scoffs in your ear. “I really doubt you know your place.”

He starts moaning in your ear. “Would Ness sound this hot against your ear?” You started to tear up. “No!” He smiles. “You’re correct.” He then does a harder thrust. “Kaiser!” He kisses your neck. “There you go, keep thinking about me.”

He sits up and holds your waist with his hands. You hold onto his arms. He starts roughly pounding into you. “I’m gonna cum, my emperor.” He was not expecting that. “There you go, you know your place now. Yeah, cum for me.”

You didn’t even know you could do this. But you squirted your cum out. That just makes Kaiser go faster. “Got any more left? Come on.” You then squirt a little more of your cum out. “Good girl. I don’t even have to question you if Ness could make you do that.” You shook your head. “He wouldn’t be able to.”

He slows down his pacing and his roughness. He’s being gentle to you now. “I’m going to cum inside of you. I want a fuck a baby into you. Make them a natural born striker, have them go against Ness, you watch him lose.” You blush. “Kaiser, this is a huge responsibility. Think more clearly. I don’t mind if this is what you actually want, I trust you’ll be a good father. But think about it a bit more.”

He takes a pause with his thrusts. He then releases his cum into you. “You’re going to be a good mom.” He smirks.

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This was the most detailed Kaiser smut I’ve ever written

I did tell my bestie that I would do this fic justice. I hope I did just that.

[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chapter 5

Last/Next

fem!reader x kokonoi/bonten

TW: Rape, Victim Blaming, Poor proofreading

A/N: Short and sweet cuz writer's block was kicking my ass :)

Tears roll down your temples. He pecks them away as he works himself into you.

At first, the head nudges at your entrance. Not gentle, not rough. He pulls away. Only to spit on his hand and work it around himself. Then, more easily, but not without struggle, the head pops in. The burn that accompanies it brings more tears. He pushes in only a little, then pulls back and almost all the way out. There’s a brief, stinging halt before he plunges all the way in and stops again.

Electric shocks go straight to your extremities. Your eyes squeeze shut. You ball your hands into fists. There’s only a squeak of pain from your mouth.

“Open your eyes,” Hajime demands.

You do as you’re told and hesitate to let the tension out of your body.

“Kiss me.”

You crane your neck upwards to lock lips with him as he starts moving inside of you.

Every thrust is a punch to the gut. Every time his hips connect with your bare flesh, a sound of agony bleeds into your kiss and down his throat. 

He pushes you down, effectively separating your lips from his. He trails kisses up your neck and onto your jaw. He beats into you more punishingly. All you can do is take it.

“Fuck.” He swears breathlessly. “You’re so beautiful.”

The burn between your legs starts to become unbearable. How can this feel good for him?

His nails dig crescent imprints onto the skin of your hips. He’s grabbing you so tightly you can feel it against your bones. Every plunge carves out a deeper hole in your psyche.

The courtesy oral he offered could never defeat the ache between your legs right now. No amount of his tongue sliding against and prodding at your genitals could have fought this. This is your body rejecting him. 

You reject him. You lay there and let him have his way with no reaction. 

To think this used to bring you pleasure and joy. Now, it’s a painful waiting game. You wait out his release. It doesn’t come fast enough.

He drags your body into multiple positions, every single one more painful than the last. When he’s finally done, when he’s emptied himself inside of you, it’s not over. He lays sweaty, and tired on top of you.

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It’s important that you go to the bathroom afterward. You have to dig him out of you.

Dull acrylic nails drag against your walls as you scoop out his semen. EVen with dull nails, the drag hurts, and when you look at your hands, there’s blood mixed in. You don’t know if it’s your fault or his.

When you’re done. When you’ve done the best you can. When it’s too tender, too sore. You stop. You wash your hands and let your white,cotton dress fall back into place.

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You’re wrapped up in thick, too hot blankets. Silent tears have soaked the cotton duvet that smothers you.

The guest room has blackout curtains, and a bed never slept in. 

Even if you’re not hiding, it feels like you are when you’re alone in the dark.

There’s three knocks at the door before light floods in.

The bed dips under the weight of a body. His hand rests gently in your hair. You exhale through tears and a shiver wracks your frame.

“Please leave me alone.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Please, get out.”

Talking to him makes the lump in your throat unbearable. It makes the patch of light you see against the curtains blur through your watering eyes. Your body won’t rest like this. It can’t.

“It’s our first time in a really long time… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Hajime sounds scarily sincere. “I told you. I really think a baby could fix this. Just bear wi—”

“I don’t want a baby!” You cut him off with a harsh, unsteady voice.

“A baby will take your mind off of things and give you something to do. And since I want to marry you, we could be a nice family.”

“I will never marry you, Hajime.” There’s no sternness. No conviction. Nothing. “I want to leave.”

“I don’t think you’re in a mental space to understand. That’s it.” And he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

There’s nothing but you and the darkness.

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You’re awakened by the force of someone shaking you.

Haru’s voice rings loud and clear. “I’ve been here for an hour. You cannot sleep the whole time.”

It must be nighttime.

You’re sweaty and gross and brutalized. You don’t want to move. The yellow room light forces you to open your eyes. You turn to look at Haru.

He looks like a dissatisfied child. Upset, you won’t come outside and play with him. His arms are crossed, and he’s frowning at you.

“Rin said he wants to see you.”

You turn back over. You don’t want to deal with this.

“Whatever.” He says before turning the light off and leaving.

Not long after, Rindou comes. He’s not supposed to be here, but you’ve never told Hajime that Haru has the Haitians as covert guests. They’ve been really good at hiding it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him. The last time being…

You don’t turn to face him.

“He raped me.”

“Like… for the first time?”

“Yes.” The lump in your throat is back. Not that you hadn’t been disgusted at the thought of having let him inside you in the past before. But at least then, there was consent.

“Oh.” You can hear him suppressing something between shock and amusement in his voice. It’s clear he doesn’t actually care, but it’s nice to pretend you have someone. There’s a beat of silence.

“Well, I think, if you drink with us, you can feel a little better.” 

You take more convincing than that. He talks to you like a good friend, but you know in your heart he’s not. He’s just like the rest of them. It’s twisted. You’re starting to separate him from his actions. That’s why you’re convinced to drink with them.

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Everything is a little blurry and still, the soreness between your legs doesn’t quite go away even when you’re drunk. Maybe the drinking is making it worse? Or perhaps it’s sitting on the floor? You can’t even remember what card game you’re playing or if you’re still playing.

Rindou refills your glass. 

“You’re going to kill her,” Ran remarks. His cold eyes flicker over Rin, who’s sitting next to you.

He might be right. It’s getting hard to hold yourself up.

“Who cares? You know, he raped her. I’ve heard women say they’d rather be killed.” It’s almost sarcastic sounding.

It takes a moment for you to process what he said and when your head turns to look at him, slack-jawed with hurt, hazy eyes, you see he’s already looking at you. 

Why would he tell them?

He stares at you with unnerving blankness, but maybe you’re crazy. It shouldn’t be unnerving. He hasn’t been a full person in a very long time and you know this. His hand comes to your chin and his thumb glides over the bottom lip of your open mouth. Then, with his palm under your chin, he shuts your mouth, “Right?”

You nod.

“Bullshit. Can you even rape someone you’re with?” Ran asks, then shakes his head. He sounds disappointed.

Haruchiyo bursts out in laughter.

“We’re not together.” You mumble.

“Yeah, Ran.” Rins statement comes up off the back of a giggle.You can tell he finds amusement in his brother’s careless words. He pulls your body into his. You’re both so warm. This is making you sweaty.

“You can rape people you’re in a relationship with.” You add meekly. Your nose tingles, and your throat hurts. Rindou nods.

“Sure. Whatever. I guess it’s a new feminist thing.” Ran dismisses with a flick of his wrist.

“You’ve definitely raped me before.” Haruchiyo chimes in.

“You’re a grown man.” Ran looks confused.

Before you know it, the conversation is drowned out by Rindou bringing the glass he poured for you to your lips. He all but pours it down your throat until it’s empty.

“No more. Please.” You practically beg when he grabs the bottle to refill it. He chuckles and nods while rubbing your back.

“Get a room.” Haruchiyo scoffs.

“Did it feel good, though?” Ran asks. At your confused look, he clarifies, “When he raped you?”

You were burning up before, but now there’s three spotlights shining down on you. Rans eyes bore into yours as he waits for your answer.

You look down at your lap. Rin’s arm is its own unique weight on your shoulders. “No. It really hurt.” You can barely hear the last part of the sentence coming from your own mouth.

“Does it still hurt?” He prods even further.

“Yes. A little.” You play with your fingers. Even without looking up at him, you know he’s looking at you.

“Did he hit you? Or like choke you or something?” Ran sounds amused.

“No.”

“He wasn’t violent?”

“No.”

“Then how is that rape? Doesn’t sound like you were forced?”

“Ran…” A single tear hits your finger tips.

“Stop acting like that.” Haruchiyo pipes up and slaps Ran’s arm.

“I’m just looking for clarification. Sorry.” He chuckles.

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There’s a sharp, throbbing pain at the left side of your head. Your eyelids are heavier than they’ve ever been, and it’s a fight to open them. When you do, Haruchiyo is looming over you with a look of concern.

“I told you she wasn’t dead.”

“Concussed maybe?” Haruchiyos’ words come well after his mouth starts moving. He’s talking to a distorted voice behind you. Deeper than anything you’ve ever heard.

You look up. It’s Ran. Your head is in his lap.

You touch your head where it hurts and groan loudly at the ache as it worsens. It reverberates, bounces off of your bones, and makes you cry. You bring your hand in front of your face only to find it coated in blood.

“Ah…” You turn over. “No. I’m blee-ding.” It comes out slurred through hiccups. 

“No, you’re not.” It’s the same weird, nasty voice coming from Ran. He turns you back over.

“Yes, I am!” You wipe the side of your face and slick your hand with more blood. “Look.” You show him your open palm.

“You’re just sweaty.” He pushes your hand away. Ran makes a confused face and looks up at someone. You follow his gaze. Rindou. You show him your bloody hand too, but he doesn’t react.

Why doesn’t he care?

You push yourself up and off of Ran’s lap. He doesn’t stop you. 

“Help.” You mutter, attempting to stand. Your legs don’t seem to work right. They shake violently as you push yourself up from the ground. You can only stand for a brief moment before you collapse.

[tialiea]

I haven’t forgotten about my choso fanfic. I just got over a nasty cold and writers block is beating my ass. BUTTTT here’s a preview 😁

You're a junior in college trying to make ends meet while working at the university café. A socially inept guy with messy hair and bloodshot eyes has caught your interest, especially with his daily order of a large black brew. Could one night at a Halloween party turn this blossoming friendship into something more?

“Okay, that'll be 13.68 ma’am,” you said as you rang up the last customer of the day. After they leave, you let out a weary sigh as your manager starts to take the registers to count.

“ Since we have leftover muffins you're free to take one. I know walking that long way to your apartment makes you famished. “ She says with a knowing look.

Just then the door chimes. “ I'm sorry, we're closed. Your manager begins to say.

As you look up, you see a boy who looks to be your age. His eyes are droopy, his hair disheveled, and looking like he has quite literally woken up out of bed. “Um, I’m sorry. I just wanted to order a black coffee.” He says, his voice is surprisingly deep but soft.

You glance at your manager before replying, “We haven't even started cleaning up yet. I could whip up that coffee for you real quick “ Your manager glares at you but then sighs giving silent approval as she goes to the back.

“ Thank you, you're a lifesaver,” said the boy.

So, what’s your name?” you replied while getting a coffee cup. “Choso, and you?” he said, getting out his wallet.

“ it's y/n,” you said with a slight smile, returning your attention to the coffee machine.

As you began to fix his drink, Choso couldn't help but admire you.

Long black boho locs cascading down your back, pretty green frames covering your eyes, acrylics with intricate designs on your fingers, and the cafe lighting hitting your face just right displaying the pretty brown lipstick you decided to put on for the day.

“ Choso.” You said, raising your voice slightly, to pull him out of his daydream. “ Here’s your coffee,” you said softly side-eyeing him. “ Sorry,” just got distracted a bit, how much do I owe you?” Choso asked. “It’s on me, “ you replied already ringing his order up.

Choso couldn’t help but notice the radiant expression on your face before he shook his head in disagreement . “ I can’t possibly let you pay for it since I kept you guys in here over time.” He said bringing his card to the reader.

It was hard not to notice his painted digits as they moved toward the counter.

“It’s fine, my treat to you. I couldn’t help but notice you looked a little distraught. Is exam season getting to you? “ You said with a worried expression.

Choso bashfully scratched his neck before finally agreeing and putting away his wallet into his black cargo jeans. “ Yes and no. I spent all night editing a gaming video. And I have a night class in like an hour or so. “

“ Oh so you’re a gamer,” you said raising your eyebrows.

“ Yes, is that a problem? “ he asked earnestly

“Oh, none at all! I play games myself - when I’m not busy with internships, work, and studying that is”

“Wait really, what’s your favorite at the moment?” Choso asked, sipping his coffee.

“I would say Resident Evil 8 to be specific,” you said with a grin and a tilt of your head.

Before Choso could respond, your manager came back out front. “I’m sure you two can finish your conversation another day. We have to close up shop." She stated with a tight-lipped smile, finally attempting to take registers into the break room again.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” you said untying your apron and grabbing your muffin from the display.

“Likewise, y/n. See you around sometime.”

Choso uttered making his way out of the cafe, and boldly smiling back at you with a twinkle in his tired eyes.

[drea-ms]

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. (罪と罰.) DENJI.

synopsis. tragic lovers who were never meant to be tragic at all. What a tragic story.

warnings. reader dies. no description of gender. heavy angst. hurt no comfort. blood. death. read the first word of each paragraph. typos & not proof read.

— "I love you." three words, three simple words for one to say, three letters that meant every feeling meant to be beautiful, sweet, kind. But, in this case, those three smiple words were used as a lie of sorts. Sure you did love the the messy blonde haired boy, but you knew better than to love love him. You were never capable to do so. Three words so true, yet not.

Will those three words change a thing? Probably not. What a shame. "You don't mean it, I know you don't. So stop lying to me and yourself, [name]." he says, looking at you with a displeasure look on his face, blood stained in his white dress shirt and his oh so beautiful face. A face that could melt you for sure, but it doesn't right now. If love was a crime, then your punishment was this moment you were living in.

"Always—" you cough, blood coming out from your mouth, "I always mean it when it comes to you. Nothing will change that." you say, a small smile shows up on your face, a true honest smile, one that only he can get. He looks at you with a frown, he pouts. How cute, was...he always this blurry? Why is he blurry? Why can't you see him?

"Love, Lets get you up, okay? You're losing blood." He says, an unknown look is shown on his face. you can't tell what it is, you don't know who he is. What is going on? Nonetheless, you nod, after all, you were losing a lot of blood. What a pain.

You get told that love is a nice feeling, one that can make your heart beat fast for the other, a feeling no one wants to get rid of, even if it does hurt you in the process. Love is like a nice warm summer breeze, where you're standing with your beloved enjoying the sunshine and the flowers around you. Love is also a cruel, cruel feeling. Killing others like a deadly disease, harming others like it's nothing and ending stories that were never meant to ended.

"I won't make it." you state, it was obvious. The amount of blood that you have lost is high, by the time he takes you to help you'll be dead. Maybe it was a good thing, you'll finally have your peace. Living in a constant state of fear and pain gets to you sometimes. "You will. I know you will because I'm telling you to. So please, stay alive for me." He says, "Promise me." he whispers this time, holding his pinky up, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"Promise." You say, lying to him, holding your pinky up against his and interlocking them together, both pinkies fitting together like a puzzle, smiling at him with a bright smile. You knew you were doomed from the start, He knew too but he had hope. Too much hope.

"I'm sorry, Denji."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you—"

"I always have."

"Hey Denji,"

"Yes?"

"I will always love you. I Promise."

Darkness enveloped your vision.

This time when you open your eyes, you're in your room.

The loop repeats once again.

notes. sorry for the long ass break guys.... i have a life and got writers block.....but!!! im writing now!!! and will probably finish some works!!! this work is based of my new fanfic in wattpad!!! it's an oc x denji but i'll probably change it to an x reader...but so sorry for the delay of works!!! really busy throughout the whole time :(

[sqgeism]

Hi hi! Im new here so its nice to meet you (─ ▽ ─)ゞ could I request Yanqing x fem reader (or gen neutral) who became the left hand woman (or person) to Jing Yuan? How would Yanqing treat it at first? And how did reader n Yanqings relationship grow from then on? <3

* pairing(s) : yanqing x gender neutral reader

* prompt : "i was here first." "and clearly you aren't doing your job well, which is why i'm here." "hey..!-"

* authors note : cute little prompt, i rlly like this ♡ nice to meet you! sorry this took a while, clearing out requests is a chore during writers block T_T

* brief warning : Yanqing is 14-16. As someone his age, I am severely uncomfortable with the idea of people 18 and above reading this. However I cannot control people on the internet, so this is all I can say.

When JING YUAN explained to YANQING that he now had a left hand in command, he was confused. Was he not enough? It wasn't in a self depricating way, no, he was just somewhat excited to now have some sort of rivalry where he worked.

You were just about his age, very vigilant and excelled with a sword just like him. However, you didn't seem to like him either. Some sort of childish rivalry sparked between the both of you.

It started with constantly trying to one up each other during training, laughing in each others faces as one outshines the other. Then it got to how much work they do in a day, and finally the amount of praise Jing Yuan would give to both of you at the end of the day.

Eventually, you two began to open up about things outside the work setting. I mean, it was inevitable, wasn't it? You were his age, had the same interests and you both unintentionally spent so much time together.

Then there was the realization that he really wasn't the infuriating brat you thought he was, he had a certain charm and charisma when you got to know him properly. And despite his youth, he was a gentleman compared to the men you'd see around sometimes.

"You two seem to be getting along well." Jing Yuan would chuckle, arms crossed as he watched you and Yanqing bicker on who had a better quality sword.

"No, we aren't!" "No, we aren't!"

You shoot each other a glare, before bursting into a fit of laughter. A part of you didn't realize it, but Yanqing was almost like your other half. He fits with you perfectly, his soul mirrored yours and made it complete.

There was a day where you both were hanging out together out of work hours, and you and him bought ice cream of your preferred flavor and Yanqing just smiled at you.

It wasn't anything new or different about it, he was just smiling, but it wasn't just smiling to you. The way he looked, how the sun illuminated his features, and how it made your heart skip a beat.. it couldn't have been mistaken.

You had fallen inlove with him, and you fell hard.

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and of course my mind eventually went to bday party girlie helping matty write his memoir/essay collection/poem/whatever it is 🥹 some encouragement through the tough bits (like feeling disorganized/overwhelmed/writers block) and editing and whatnot and posting that with probably a :,) instead of a ;) bc he surprised you with this first fully bound copy & you open it to see your name on the dedication and you’re just so proud of him you cry abt at the table <333333

this is soooooooooo my shit. yes

i feel like you and matty have been talking about him writing something longer-form for ages, and i mean like years and years, long before you got together; he'd be noodling ideas around like "kinda wanna do this... but idk", and you'd be like "you should do it! you're a great writer! people want to read your work!", and he'd be like "even you?", and you'd be like "especially me. you know i think you're amazing", and he'd be like "no YOU" and fire so many compliments at you that you'd get overwhelmed and forget you were trying to convince him lol. and you know he has stuff already written, but he doesn't actually show you it until you get together and you catch him writing more when you wake up in the middle of the night - it's almost like he's so contented and in love and relaxed that he forgets to be nervous (even if he does bury his face into your chest shyly while you're reading) about letting you read it, but it's so good that you've no idea why he was ever nervous. matty smiles into you when you tell him that, and jokes like "you're only saying all these nice things cos you're shagging me", but you're dead serious; you literally hold his face so he pays attention and say "no, the shagging's just a really fucking good bonus - i think you should consider publishing that, babe. seriously", and matty smiles sweetly and says "alright. will you help me edit and stuff, darling?", and you're like "duh" lmfao. anyway, you take some of his work to your agents, who help set him up with the right publisher (he's never beating the nepotism allegations ever lol), and then it's a whole process! drafts, deadlines, edits, redrafts... his head is lowkey fried with all of it, because he's been so used to working to his own deadlines with his music, and it genuinely frustrates him sometimes, but like you said you're there to reassure, to support, to get rid of his writer's block by taking him on walks and days out (and also just. riding him until he practically passes out. it works!), and honestly it fills matty with a new appreciation for you and your work - he knew there was a lot involved, but holy shit it's a process, and he frequently kisses your cheek or head and says "i can't believe you do this multiple times a year. you're a fucking force, baby", bless him. you whisk him away for a weekend after final edits are done, half for celebration and half for relaxation, and then it's the easy bit - well, for matty, the design of the book is easy, because he's always so clear and precise in his visual concepts, but less so for you lol. matty being matty, he announces the project and publication date with minimal warning, and that's when you get to post a sneaky pic of the sample edition to your story with a :') and lots of hearts; as expected, the internet goes into excited uproar (matty's really touched by this, bless him), which only increases tenfold when they actually get to read the book and see his dedication/acknowledgements to you. the former is just addressed to you, "my darling, my love, my everything, always", and the latter reads "finally, to my girlfriend, who's the reason this book exists on both a literal and metaphorical level - literal, because she convinced me to publish it AND edited it (even though she's a literal Pulitzer winner and has multiple better things to be doing), metaphorical because she's been my inspiration for as long as i've been writing this thing. thank you, my darling, for everything you've done and continue to do for me; even just your presence in my life is more than i deserve, more than i could ever dream of, and the fact that i get to wake up beside you and spend my life with you is nothing short of a gift. i love you i love you i love you. i can't say it enough". like you said, you cry at the table when you get to read that, too - like, he loves you SO much, and you're SO proud of him, and it's just the best thing ever. best couple ever i think <3

[cookie-kisses]

Hi! Welcome to the cookie writer community here there are a lot of nice anons and many amazing writers! I noticed your post about taking requests when I was looking at most recent cookie run × reader stuff and saw you and thought I'd send in a request and welcome you! Also it's cool you're a yandere writer too! Not many writers are a fan of writing yandere so it's nice to see another yandere writer to add some spice to the mix! Oh and you do male reader writings? Neat! I like gender neutral since it involves everyone but...despite being a female...seeing so many x females well...it's like only having one meal over and over again. You just end up wanting something different and new, yaknow?

Anyway sorry for that ramble! Just already excited to see some of your more romantic writing!

Now...may I request an affogato x a sweet, cuddly reader hcs? If you wanna do a one shot instead, that would be fine! Like maybe the reader found affogato after he was forced to flee from the dark cacao kingdom and decided to take him under their wing and nurse them back to health and let him live with them? Maybe the reader also treats them sweetly and never falls for their manipulation because they are so sweet, it just flies over their head and they just think affogato is being nice and always offers him hugs and welcomes any hugs! Bonus if the reader secretly knew the whole time about who he was and what he had done...buuut had heard his story about his sad life (the whole asking to sit in a chair with no comfort thing) and wanted to give them a happy life to turn them good...aaaaand possibly hope affogato chooses to stay even after he recovered because the reader loves their cuddles and actually has a crush on them...and affogato finds out by either overhearing a convo where the reader's friend calls them insane because of what they were doing or affogato finds their diary!

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Oh my sweet, sweet anon. My sweet, precious anon, thank you. You don’t understand how infatuated I am with Affogato Cookie. He’s one of the reasons I started writing!

My account is actually about a year old, but due to massive writing block I never posted any content. I also agree on the same repetitive content! It’s quite disappointing reading a piece of content that’s really well written, but Y/N is automatically female. (Especially without any prior notice.) I use my blog to give an opening to male readers but otherwise make it gender neutral to be inclusive.

And yes! I write yandere content (within reason.) The stories tend to be more bitter, but the bitterness and conflict is what makes it interesting. I wish for my content to provide something new!

When I saw Affogato Cookie’s name pop up I nearly jumped out of my seat, I will surely have fun with this.

Warmth&Love

Cw: Minor swearing

The frigid snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom beats down on the land, temperatures reaching below zero. A blizzard hurdles from north, The Black Citadels doors locked up tight, villagers barricading their house windows, cake hounds and cream wolves huddling against each other. Even the beasts of the lands couldn’t stand the cold.

The freezing land of the kingdom was no place for a cookie to stray out alone, yet Affogato cookie found himself trudging away from it. Exiled for treason with no one to turn to, he wandered the frigid hills. Affogato cookie cursed himself. He was close to having everything! He almost had it all, but now he had nothing. Again

Affogato cookie didn’t know where he was going or where he was. His sight was blinded by pure white fluttering around him, the frigid cold clung onto his body. Snow hugging onto his eyelashes and finger tips. Every step took more energy than the last, the cold finally taking its toll.

Unable to support himself any long his knees collapsed with his body. His vision blurred, head filled with cotton. He failed to see the approaching figure before passing out from the cold.

Laid in the corner, Affogato cookie slept unconscious atop of a wooden bed. His body was blanketed with a fluffy, wool cover. It was a humble cabin, limited space, but it was a home nonetheless.

Clinking could be heard from the kitchen. There you were, working in the kitchen before fixing a bowl of soup, your eyes fixating on Affogato cookie.

You found Affogato cookie passed out in the cold while wandering for lumber. It wasn’t the smartest move because of the blizzard, but your idiocy saved a man. You know who he was, your friend warned you about him before you moved away from your home village. They always suspected something wasn’t right, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were head over heals for that man. You knew everything. This was your chance to treat him ever so sweetly and maybe even do something more.

Your mind retraced the events once more, thinking of different scenarios before being interrupted by the squeak of the bed frame. Affogato Cookie sat against the bed, dazed, before gathering his composure and haughty demeanor in an instant when he spotted you. Even when exiled, he couldn’t let his sweet facade slip again, no?

Placing the bowl of broth onto a serving tray you placed the board along his lap with a spoon alongside it.

Affogato Cookie slowly felt a smile curl his lips. What a lovely opportunity this was. Oh, how he thanked you for saving him. Sweet praises slipped from his mouth, putting on a sultry voice.

“What do we have here? Oh how strong and brave you must’ve been to save me from such a strong storm! Aren’t you something?”

He laced his words with the sweetest sugar, complimenting your strength, kindness, generosity, anything he could think of to get you to fall under.

But to his dismay, you stood unfazed by his sweet remarks, instead thanking him before questioning about his condition.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Do you need anymore blankets?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Is there anything else you need?”

His facade wavered slightly, partly irritated his smooth talk didn’t work, partly because he didn’t expect such warmth. He surely didn’t expect you to offer him a place either.

“Stay as long as needed but please, spend the night at least.”

Knowing he had no other option, he accepted. Where else would he go?

Despite his exile, it didn’t stop Affogato cookie’s desire for control and admiration. Often he’d coil around you as he crooned compliments. He spoke with constant sugar coated praises and faux sincerity, grazing your body with gentle touches. He’d cradle your cheek, leaning in, whispering sweet things. All attempts to make you melt, waver, and bend.

“Aren’t you a lovely, thing? Heh heh.”

“What have we here? Oh aren’t you adorable…”

“Hm hm hm- why, aren’t you a dear.”

“Can I ask you a favor? You’re quite the strong one..”

But despite all his efforts, your demeanor never faltered. You’d smile at him with the genuine, sweet smile he always seen you wear. You’d return the affection leaning into his touch, but never quite bending the way he wanted you to. Your demeanor soon started affecting him. (Oh, the sweet irony.) He couldn’t help but find his face flaring up whenever you smiled with such kindness at him.

The more time Affogato Cookie spent around you the more conflicted he was. Constantly you pampered him, always making sure he was comfortable and happy. You were quite physical with your affection too, reciprocating his touches. When Affogato brushed up against you it was empty sweetness, nothing more than a deceitful attempt, but your touches were filled with mesmerizing warmth. He could feel his composure melt bit by bit and he had no idea what to do about it.

Slowly he started to consider the idea of just settling in. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to pull strings for admiration after all. You were so sweet, he might’ve even caught something for you.

His arrogant facade finally slipped off one day when you cuddle alongside him by the fireplace. He melted into your side and basked in the warmth. Yes. This was a life worth living. He finally had someone by his side, a loving companion, maybe something even more. His eyes fluttered closed in content, leaning against you warm body.

You sat still as he slept on your shoulder, a small smile crept on your face. Sighing contently you cradled him in your arms once more and carried him up to your bedroom, tucking him in. You smile gently and pecked his forehead. You couldn’t help but stare at him with adoration, he’s so beautiful to you, and now you finally had him with you. You wish you could get closer.

However, a knock from downstairs pulled you out from your daydream. Gently you treaded down the stairs, reluctant to make any noise.

Opening the door you were met with a familiar face. A former friend from your home village stared at you, a concerned expression on their face.

Your heart sank to your stomach. If you wanted to see their face again you wouldn’t have moved away from the village.

“Hey-”

You interupted.

“What do you want?”

“Erm- have you possibly seen, you know- euhm Affogato Cookie around recently?”

The cookie treaded cautiously with their words, their voice not above a whisper. Your eyes narrowed, you knew what this was about, but you feigned ignorance.

“Why?”

You craned your head sideways.

“Well- I just wouldn’t want you to get hurt or anything. You know what he’s done…”

Your face contorted into one of irritation.

“Don’t start with this again.”

In an instant their tone rose, their anger fluctuating as they spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like you love the man who tried to overthrow the kingdom and start a cult!? I’m so sorry that you’re fucking insane!”

Choking out an irritable laugh the two of you bickered at the front door, spitting out meaningless insults.

Meanwhile, upstairs the string of voices woke up Affogato Cookie, miffed he was woken from his sleep. But Affogato being a nosy man, his interest piqued from the commotion downstairs. Walking half way down he peeked his head over the wall, listening in. Your argument nearly became a screaming match.

“Are you drunk?? You love a fucking psychopath! He’s a power hungry mooch!”

“Oh, I wonder who caused him to be this way? You and the village did! This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t abuse a goddamn child. All he needed was love! And that’s what I’m giving him now. How about you fuck off and let me live my life?!”

“You’re dense! You can’t jus-“

The door slammed in their face.

Your hand rested on the doorknob, barely able process anything. Your other hand shook violently. You turned your head looking behind you, your eyes met Affogato’s. Your face as pale as the snow. Neither of you blinked as you stared at each other, not a word slipping out.

Affogato cookie slowly crept down the stares, standing just a few inches from you.

This was not how you planned things to be! They weren’t supposed to know yet- what if he didn’t even feel the same? You should’ve just closed the door. Thoughts of rejection ran through your head, failing to see a smile spread across his lips and his advances. Finally, you were snapped out of your head when a pair of lips pressed against yours.

“How amusing. I am blessed to be yours.”

Your face flushed as you returned the kiss, a shaky breath of relief leaving your body. You couldn’t be happier, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

💋

~Cookie-Kisses

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cheating a little bit again because I have writers block and I’m trying to remedy that by reworking old writing (and also trying to refresh my love for said old writing) so hopefully ya’ll enjoy my two favorite werewolf siblings

Jayde waited in the rain for as long as she could before the beckoning warmth of the twenty-four hour diner across the street became too tempting to resist. It was worth the risk of getting recognized. All she wanted was to not be soaked to the bone like a sad mutt chained to the doghouse. And some damn coffee.

The dark, clouded sky gradually turned gray with an oncoming sunrise. Jayde sipped on the bitter liquid from the warm mug in her hands and stared out of the window beside her, watching the endless streaks of raindrops as they raced down the lightly fogged glass. Finally, she spotted a familiar pickup truck pull into the parking lot. Something bulky lay strapped in the bed, a blue tarp shielding it from the weather.

Skye stepped out of the truck once she parked. She was a fair bit shorter than her older sister with mossy green eyes instead of dark blue, but besides that, the two were unmistakable as siblings. They shared the same blonde hair and facial structure, though Jayde always thought Skye resembled their mother more. Or perhaps she secretly favored the idea of inheriting their father’s features. While they were similar in base appearance, the sisters differed in personality. Skye walked lightly, almost with a skip in her step, to mirror her bubbly attitude. She almost always had a small, arrogant smirk on her face like she understood a joke that everybody else didn’t. Most of the time she did.

She wore that exact smirk as she slid into the booth across from Jayde. “So, spill.”

“I got my ass beat, alright?” Jayde recalled in annoyance. “Wound up on lockdown in the local hospital, but I got out.”

“On your own…?” Skye clearly sensed that she left out important information.

Jayde sighed. For whatever reason, she didn’t want her to know about Nadya. Maybe because she knew her little sister would mercilessly make fun of her for it. “No, I had help.”

A waitress came by to offer Skye a menu and some coffee, which she eagerly accepted with a sarcastic comment about a bear doing its business in the woods that went over the poor old woman’s head. Once the now slightly perturbed waitress left, a moment of silence lingered between them until Skye held up her hands. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“There was a resident at the hospital,” Jayde complied hesitantly. “I convinced her to help me and she took me in while I recovered.”

“There it is,” Skye said triumphantly with a massive grin. Jayde rolled her eyes. “Is that whose scent is all over you? She smells nice, is she pretty, too?”

“None of your business.” She fixed the younger wolf with a warning glare. “Now, can I have my shit?”

“Geez, you’re no fun,” Skye complained.

“Skye, I have had a long couple of weeks,” Jayde told her in a scolding tone. “All I want is enough supplies to be on my way.”

“And where is that this time?” the younger sibling retorted with a sudden seriousness. “Am I gonna get another call in a month asking for more ammo? Or to bail you out of the slammer? Or how about a mental hospital? You haven’t got yourself fucked in one of those yet.”

“For your information,” Jayde started, a snarl nearly escaping her throat. “I’m gonna linger around here for a little while longer.”

Skye’s mossy eyes went wide with shock. “Really. You? The Lodge isn’t good enough, but this city is?”

Jayde was in no mood to have this argument with her for the tenth time. Nothing she could say would make Skye understand her reasons for staying away as long as she has.

“It’s not like that, I have to.”

“Why?” Skye prodded. “I would think you’d want to put as much distance between yourself and here as soon as you can.”

Jayde grinded her teeth. Skye wouldn’t let her deflect. She would also see right through any excuses and become even more pushy for an explanation. “I have to make sure the girl that helped me won’t be in any danger once I’m gone. She broke me out of the hospital and saved my life when everyone was calling me a terrorist. And she did it to protect people, so it’s not gonna sit well with me if something happens to her.”

“She broke you out?” Skye marveled in bewilderment, clearly impressed.

Jayde nodded. “Yes. I’ve been lying low at her place for the past week.”

“Damn, she’s ballsy,” Skye chuckled. “Or just really stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jayde agreed with a small smile. “Trust me, it’s the former.”

“How are you gonna know if she’s safe or not?”

“I had her get a burner phone to call me if she needs help. That’s why I have to stay in the area until this blows over, I don’t want to be too late. Which reminds me, I need your phone.” Jayde held out her hand.

She scowled at her suspiciously. “Why mine?”

“‘Cause yours is the number I put in hers.” She motioned for her to surrender it. “You haven’t gotten any other calls besides me, right?”

“Why’d you give her my number?” Skye asked incredulously.

“Because mine’s gone, genius.”

“Then buy a new one, dumbass.”

Jayde sighed in exasperation. “It was easier to give her your number, now cough it up.”

Skye groaned dramatically and fished her phone out of one of her pockets. “Here.”

Jayde deftly caught the bright pink cellphone as her menace of a sister suddenly tossed it at her head and snickered at her disappointment. Supernatural reflexes had very little to do with the save, she had years of practice anticipating Skye’s antics. When Jayde looked down and saw the cheap Hello Kitty sticker stuck on the back, she glanced back up quizzically. “Really?”

She shrugged. “I went to a couple hospitals looking for you. They don’t exactly keep the kid stickers locked up.”

Jayde made a noise of displeasure. “I would’ve preferred a Finding Nemo one.”

“Then get your own damn burner and steal whatever sticker you want the next time you inevitably end up in a hospital again,” Skye bit back.

“I owe you. Happy?”

“My favorite words to hear,” she replied with a bright smile and took a sip of coffee. “So what did you tell her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, with everything the nurse did for you, she must’ve been curious. What did you come up with as a cover?”

That brought up another explanation Jayde dreaded. Might as well get this over with, she thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before shrugging. “I told her the truth.”

Another charged moment of silence fell over the two siblings as Skye completely froze with the mug to her lips. She blinked a couple of times, then shook her head like she came out of a trance. “I’m sorry, you told her the truth about what?”

“About me. What I am.” The admission made Jayde cringe.

Skye’s expression turned blank, and she slowly set the mug down. “I know you mean you told her you’re bisexual and not that you’re a werewolf, right? Because admitting that you’d be down to clown with a hot nurse is way more believable. Telling a random human that you’re a werewolf is a new level of crazy that you wouldn’t even dream of. Right? ”

“First, she’s not a nurse. Secondly, she deserved to know,” was all Jayde could think to say as a defense.

“So it is the mental hospital for you next.”

“Skye –”

“You are the last person I expected to be that stupid, Jayde.”

The older wolf leaned forward in her seat and poked the surface of the table. “I did not make that choice lightly. Nadya put her entire life on the line for me without any thought for repayment. It was only natural that she had questions, and she was too smart for my shitty excuses. She would’ve figured it out herself if I hadn’t told her.”

Skye didn’t look convinced. “And how do you know she won’t tell anyone?”

“She’s not like that,” Jayde insisted.

“You’re willing to bet everything on that. On a human you’ve known for a few days,” her sister stated more than asked.

Jayde patted a couple of her jacket pockets before she remembered which one she put the small polaroid in. She pulled it out and dropped it on the table in front of Skye. The younger wolf picked it up and studied it with disinterest until she flipped it around and saw the note Nadya wrote on the back. She glanced up at her sister curiously.

“She’s a photographer,” Jayde explained. “When I told her I liked that picture, she gave it to me.”

Skye sat in silent contemplation for about a minute as she stared at the photo in her hands with pursed lips. Eventually, she gave a nod, and Jayde felt relieved that her sister finally accepted what she was certain of. Her eyes met Jayde’s and brightened with that mischievous smirk again. “It’s not just the picture you like, is it?”

Jayde raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Hot nurse saves your life, offers you a roof, gives you a gift before you go,” she held up the polaroid, flipping it between her fingers like a coin, “and you tell her the truth, give her a phone to call you, and stay in the city you almost got gunned down in to make sure she’s safe. Sounds like you have a crush.”

At first, Jayde felt offended by her assumption, but then her face quickly flushed with embarrassment. Is it that obvious? she thought before anything else, which threw her for a loop. Jayde knew she felt attraction towards the human, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that what she experienced might be a crush. Children get crushes for fuck’s sake, but apparently so do full grown werewolves who have to fight for their lives every single day.

Just like always, her sister knew her too well.

“Even if you were right, it doesn’t matter.” Jayde shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant. “I’ll never see her again.”

Skye wagged an eyebrow. “Or maybe she’ll call you.”

Jayde rolled her eyes at her for the millionth time that morning. “I didn’t give her the phone to keep in touch. It’s for an emergency only, and she knows that.”

“Maybe an ‘emergency’ will happen.” Jayde’s whole body tensed as she sensed one of her little sister’s bits coming. Skye continued, using a high-pitched voice as she dramatically fanned herself. “Oh, Jayde, some trenchcoated goons have been lurking outside my house trying to sell me a new vacuum cleaner! Please, save me! You’re my only hope!”

Jayde scowled at her. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Come on!” Skye urged. “There’s gotta be some small part of you that’s hoping she’ll call.”

“No,” she said firmly, though Skye was partially right. A huge part of Jayde hoped that she would see Nadya again one day, just not under dire circumstances. But another part of her knew that was the only way she’d get to see her again.

“Fine,” Skye said, clearly not convinced, and handed the polaroid back.

Jayde took a few moments to stare at the photo fondly. She flipped it over to look at the note on the back and ran her fingertips over the letters Nadya wrote. Then she carefully returned it to the pocket it came from.

“You want some breakfast?” she asked Skye, ignoring the knowing grin on her face.

[thewillardman]

I really vibed with the last guys ask for a Tartaglia x reader. If you could.... could hook a sister up with a Tartaglia x Fem!reader? I'd really appreciate hun <3

Sure!! And you dont gotta be shy abt it anon!! I'll write whenever I have time and (knock on wood) I am currently free of writer's block!!!

(Also go check out my best friend kimasworks because they write fanfics too)

(Tartaglia (childe) x Fem!Reader)

Where to begin...

Tartaglia, or Childe as you had come to know him, was always someone who was flirty with everyone (and I mean EVERYONE)

So whenever he flirted with you, you never took it genuinely as flirting to entice romance. You always laughed and shrugged it off, even when he made you as red as the mask he wore on his head. You never understood why he seemed so... disappointed when you told him he was "funny", and it seemed to get on his nerves when you laughed his flirting off as just him trying to get attention.

Childe had always loved you, ever since he laid eyes on you. He would stare from the sidelines, watching how you moved, how you talked, how you fought. It made him all the more attracted to you.

When you had finally (albeit reluctantly) became friends with him, he was overjoyed that he could be your friend. He was highly aware that you mistrusted him, but that didn't deter him from his goal: Make her MINE.

He would admit any day that you had gotten after him more than a few times for being possessive. After all, he wanted you desperately to be his. Still, he never had the balls to even consider asking you out. Every time he tried, his mouth would feel dry, his palms would sweat furiously under his gloves, his knees would tremble, and he would fully clam up.

You yourself had always found him a little endearing, once you got past the part of him that was indeed a Fatui harbinger. Sadly though, you always thought he was just a playboy, as he flirted with almost every woman he saw (whether to get a deal or just get a reaction you may never know). You fully believed (by paimon's words) that he was just trying to fluster you to satisfy his lust for attention.

But one day, he had had enough beating around the bush. He asked you to meet him in Wanmin Restaurant, as he wanted to "talk". You, believing you were in trouble, prepared for a fight, but Childe got in a nice, formal outfit, and even bought you Rainbow Roses all the way from Fontaine.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Child was outside waiting for you, bouquet of roses in hand. You looked surprised, as you had been expecting a fight, not a date. Childe smiled sheepishly, and you realized that you were a total idiot.

"Is this- Is this not a fight-? I thought we were going to have to battle again-" You asked, looking up at the tall boy as you stood before him.

Tartaglia burst into laughter, his tension easing. "Would I have brought roses to fight you??"

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed for your behavior. Even at that moment, the dots all connected. The flirting, the possessiveness, the staring and grinning like an idiot, the absolute adoration he showed you. It was all genuine.

"B-but- When you flirted with the other girls I thought-" "I was practicing.. I wanted to make sure I knew what to say to you so I didn't make a fool of myself!"

Childe laughed, his laugh easing all tension. He took your hand, gently giving you the flowers and looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.

"I could never NOT be genuine about how I feel for you, Traveler."

After that night, you both planned weekly dates, whether it was going out and just having fun or getting each other out of trouble, you both enjoyed it. On your 3rd date, Childe finally gained the courage to ask an important question. You had just defeated your 17th whopperflower of the day, and as you collected the nectar, he held you from behind. When you stood, he smiled and held you closely, his hands on your waist. He never imagined how wonderful it would feel to feel your hips under his fingers.

"Traveler..? May I... May I kiss you?"

(i think yall can imagine your own answer! Thats all, folks, and please send in an ask to request a story!!)

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #28

Batgirl (2000) #12 writer: Chuck Dixon pencils: Dale Eaglesham

Batgirl (2000) takes a break from the usual creative team for a tie in to the Batman Crossover of the month, Officer Down. We've seen Eaglesham draw Cass a few times now & he's always solid. Dixon wrote for Cass back in Robin 73, which wasn't the best showing for her. Better this time, if more reliant on narration blocks than I'd like. Kind of odd that this is a 'tie in' rather than part of the story proper. Like they didn't want people to feel they had to buy this issue? I'd say it was a slight against Cass, except it's not like she was kept out of the rest of the crossover, she's in like half the issues.

But the fact that this issue is partially segregated from the rest of the crossover is convenient for me anyway, as it gives me an excuse to just look at this issue on its own this week, while next week we can bundle together the rest of Cass's appearances in the cross over.

Off the top, I have to say I really like the art in this issue. Eaglesham's fast cementing his place as my second favorite Cass artist. And not just because I like the way he draws Cass as Batgirl, but just, I mean, look at this page here, with all the details and personality packed into the scene. Kudos also to Jason Wright, the colorist for this issue, for really capturing this warm cozy homely interior, almost nostalgia-sepia-toned, while everything outside is cold and wet and blue. A single page that really captures Cassandra's isolation. At this point in her story she's basically living as Batgirl 24/7. No alter ego, no normal life, no friends. Not even really any connections apart from her somewhat fraught relationship with Barbara and her extra fraught relationship with Bruce. To see Cass on the outside looking in at the sort of connections that seem so impossibly distant, especially after the run in with her father last issue, it really works.

I also love these panels of Cass navigating Gotham, moving around like a shadow, often in the background or in silhouette. Bits like that convey the spookiness of this Batgirl a lot more than other artists who give her an angry face or emphasize the stitching on her mask or the like.

Love that panel of her rubbing her chin, thinky face clearly visible through the mask. Batman's out, so Cass decides to start investigating on her own. It's nice to see her doing the detective part of the bat-person vigilante job, rather than just leaving that part to Barbara, and Dixon does a good job of walking the reader through her thought process.

He is relying on narration blocks a bit more than I'd like, but he keeps them short and terse. Cass can talk now, but English is still a second language, and that comes across pretty well, imo. I was very critical of Dixons last showing with Cass, but he's honestly doing a solid job with her here, and as much as I don't care for them in general, I think the thought bubbles are helping. Some writers just have a hard time wrapping their heads around a non-verbal character. I'd imagine even just a little bit of language makes thing a world easier.

That said, not to beat a dead horse here, but with Cass speaking a few words here and there like this, they could have believably gotten her to this point through her own effort by studying with Barbara, no psychics required. Just saying.

I guess it hadn't really been decided how much Cass's new speaking ability had translated to reading yet? It seems from these panels that she can read at least a little, at least enough to recognize names and dates as such, which is more than she can do later on. But clearly she's not comfortable or adept enough at reading to get much out of the police files beyond Catwoman maybe being involved, and you can feel her frustration here when she abandons the papers to finally just go ask Babs for help.

Good stuff.

Of course, Babs isn't home either.

Again, I really like the way Eaglesham draws Cass. I like it more each time he shows up in this retrospective. Love little head tilt in the first panel, love the cape in the second panel there, very dracula-esque. Love that we can kind of see her face through the mask, makes her feel like a person.

Oh, you poor random doofus goons.

There's an ok fight scene at one of Selina's safehouse, albeit against no-name mooks. The panels are well drawn, the fight's perfectly readable, but it still feels pretty arbitrary, like hitting a minimum action quota for the issue.

Regardless, Selina isn't there, and the issue ends with Cass abandoning her solo efforts to go find the others.

As an event tie in the overall issue feels... pretty unnecessary. Nothing is really discovered, the story isn't advanced at all, nothing much happens. Makes sense that it wasn't an official part of the crossover, though you're left kind of wondering what the point was at all.

Even so, I kind of like the issue regardless. Eaglesham does a spectacular job with the art all the way through, and Dixon seems to have a much firmer handle on the character this time around. We get some solid panels of Cass trying to do some detective work on her own, something we rarely see, and the excellent bit early on of her flittering around through the city like a shadow. That sense of isolation from the first page really permeates the entire issue even if if the plot never touches on it, with Cass seeking out the only two people she really knows only for both of them to be out.

So yeah, even if nothing that happens in the issue really matters much, even if it doesn't really tell a stand alone story per se, I still like this one a lot.

[skywalking-through-life]

🌿🥐🪐

Hello hello my friend! I'm gonna do my best with these! 💙

🌿 - give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Okay, so I wanna start by saying that I really don't feel qualified to give advice on this, as a person who swings WILDLY between bursts of creative energy and, laying on the floor in a haze of chronic illness and executive dysfunction. 💀 Honestly, the best advice I can give is to not let your brain beat you up too badly when you're in the pits of creativity - talk back to it when it's being unrealistic and mean. I was sick from November-Aprilish this past year/months, and it was really, really hard some days to convince myself that feeling sick and tired and brain dead wasn't going to last forever. It's such an insidious feeling, lack of motivation, and once its there it feels permanent. So even when it doesn't feel like it, try to remind yourself that this is only a season of life, and that your worth is not measured by your creative output - 'this too shall pass, and I will remain' was something I told myself constantly. The other thing I might add is to let creativity come to you from wherever within you/within the world it springs. Tbh, writing smut really helped keep me going when I felt like shit, because that's the only place the creativity was, lol. If you find inspo from *anything*, take it and see where it leads you! Sometimes just creating *something* can break down the wall around whatever you're stuck on. 💙

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Mr. Sky can attest that I literally always lose my mind whenever this bad boy shows up literally anywhere:

His scream kills me every time, and yes, I know how much this dates me. 😂

🪐 - name 3 good things going on in your life right now

1. I got to go to the spa and get a facial this past Friday! It's such an indulgence, but I like to treat myself once or twice a year, and it's so heavenly that I sort of understand why people with a lot more money than me are obsessed with skincare. Nice creams make your skin feel so amazing. 🥹

2. Mr. Sky and I are going on a vacation with family in about a month, and I am SO excited for it. I love the beach we're going to, and I haven't been to it in...5ish years? I can't wait to lay on a blanket and write, and float in the ocean and plot, and then get out to write some more!

3. We finally found someone to watch our baby puppy while we're gone, which is huge relief! She's a therapy dog for the hospital I work at, and she has specific hygiene and behavior rules that make it a little hard to find someone to watch her. And boarding around here is more than we can afford! Super excited for her to have a vacation of her own with some of my colleagues, who are equally excited to have her. 🥹

There are always more than 3, but that's three that come to the top of my head. 💙

[dream-trail-rpg]

Genuine questions, what are some struggles you guys have had with making a game? What are things you’ve enjoyed? And what are some advice you would give for someone trying to make their own game?

I hope to make a game of my own one day, and I’ve been meaning to ask! It was you guys that gave me hope to try and achieve that goal again, so I felt asking you guys may be a good idea!

(Also, I hope things are going well! Have a nice day!)

Howdy! Sock here!

This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so I'll hide it under the cut:

It means so much to hear that we helped as some sort of motivation towards working on your own game,,, My advice in that department is to just GO FOR IT! See what happens! See what you can manage! That's how Dream Trail got started. If you have an idea that you really want to make, just take the plunge. Push yourself and rip off that bandaid! If you don't make the choice, you may miss out on a really interesting, exciting, and life-changing future path. Just don't take on more than you can chew. Try and stay around your skill level, but if you have bigger dreams then it's not a bad idea to start learning some new skills. Be ambitious, just not too much! Sometimes, ambition can outweigh your capabilities. Try not to overfill your game and include what's NECESSARY. Sometimes you have to make unfortunate cuts, but it's important to do what benefits your game best.

As a team, we've definitely had our fair share of struggles. There will be disagreements and road-blocks that take awhile to climb over. Coding has definitely been our worst enemy, haha. But it's important to keep going. Don't let anything stop you!

Here's a message from Chip/Mod Fay, I think they've got a better way of putting this all on one plate, similarly to what I explained:

"Don't bite off more than you can chew- especially if you're a solo dev, make sure what you're making is manageable. Try to make something that focuses more on your skillset! If you're an artist, make something focused on visuals. Writer, make a story-based game. Etc etc. Of course branching out and learning new things is good! But for a first game, try and cater to your skills, unless you wanna get burnt out- Take it from someone who Didn't Do That, starting slow is the way to go. Make sure to keep things organized, otherwise things can get complicated and messy fast. It's okay to ask for help from others in areas you're less experienced in. And if you're ever realizing you're not having fun- it's always okay to take breaks! Don't overwork yourself, it ain't healthy. Trust me- The most important thing is having fun! And if that requires a few breaks, whether they be days, weeks, months, or even years long, if that what's best for you, don't feel bad about it!"

No matter the struggles, it's always worth it. We all enjoy working on Dream Trail so much, we've shared so many laughs this past year. And nothing will ever beat the satisfaction and excitement of finally releasing our demo a couple months ago. Coming up with ideas and writing dialogue and thinking about character designs, it's an amazing process that I couldn't be happier to share with my friends.

I hope that you can make the game you want to make! I'm so honoured that our game has given you a little bit of hope for your own projects! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! No matter who you are, if you make something, there will ALWAYS be someone who loves your content. Show the world what you've got!

We're still slowly getting off of our break from after the demo's release. We've starting up again, but we're not fully back on track yet, so we have nothing to write in any dev-logs. We hope to have something new for all of you soon! Thanks again for your support, and I'd honestly love some more genuine asks like this. I love answering questions!

[duckduckhjonk]

Omg look I am posting my writing again(shock)

Sorry this took so long, writers block is a bitch

Mystery of the Cyclone Chapter 5

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Penny Lamb kind of liked being forgotten. It definitely beat how it used to be. Staring eyes stabbing into her back as she walked by, snickerings that only halted when she grew near, ceaseless name calling and slurs the author isn't allowed to say. It all faded eventually as everyone forgot who she was.

Of course there were still a few who did remember her. Mainly and rather strangely was this boy in choir who would greet her by name every single day. Then again, he'd greet everyone by name every single day. There were also the bullies who remembered to pick on her but that too had died down by Senior Year.

All of this to say, senior year was great for the most forgettable girl in town. At least until the Cyclone happened. All that attention had gone straight back to being on her. People would stop her and ask her about it, how it felt, if she was scared. Rumors swirled that someone saw her lose her head.

She could only laugh at that and awkwardly move to her next class, trying not to give anything away about what happened with Karnak or the warehouse or the fact she actually did lose her head. While the choir made light of the situation, there was still grieving Penny did for Jane Doe and nearly losing her entire sense of self that night.

~~

Penny was the last to leave the choir room at the end of the day usually. She lived in the boarding house attached to the school so she never had far to walk. She spent most of that time doing mostly homework or reading so she didn't have to worry about it when she got back to the boarding house.

Penny valued her free time, so she tried to have as much of it as possible. Not that there was much to do at the boarding house other than sneak out and cause trouble around the neighborhood or find something for her and Ezra to do.

As the final bell tolled, Penny shut her book and finally started heading towards the boarding house. As quickly as her walk began, just as she expected it to, it ended. She pushed the door open, walking past most of the other boarding house kids and staff and into her shared room with her brother.

"Honey, I'm home!" She called jokingly.

"Ah, I've been expecting you..." Came a low, faux gravely voice from a dark corner. The figure swiveled around in the rolley chair and revealed himself to be Penny's brother, Ezra. He motioned a dramatic petting of a cat upon a tiger plush Penny had kept since she was a toddler.

The two soon bursted out into a fit of laughter. It lasted for several minutes only starting to fade after a staff member came through the door to check up on them. Once it did, though, the siblings found themselves comfortable spots within their shared room and began to discuss their mostly uneventful day.

"Some kids asked me about you today," Ezra said.

"What'd they ask?" Penny asked, growing concerned that what happened to her might cause Ezra to be effected.

Ezra shrugged, seemingly not caring much about it, "they were talking about watching you dying or something ridiculous like that. I don't get it really. You're not dead so why would they be saying stuff like that."

Penny shrugged as well.

"Anyways, I made like fifty bucks today, you wanna grab something to eat?" Ezra offered, shaking a bag of obviously criminally obtained money.

"I thought we weren't allowed to sell anymore?" Penny asked, visibly concerned about this more pressing matter.

"I got myself a dealer," Ezra explained, "c'mon, were in good hands, I'll treat us to a nice dinner then we could bribe the guard to loan us the game cube for the night."

Penny felt unsure about this. She, for one, very much wanted to give up all that drug selling stuff. She had friends, right? The kids in the choir! They were her friends. She worried Ezra wasn't doing so great. He was put into band, a much more... How do you put it? Concerning environment as compared to choir.

"Are you sure you want to keep doing all of that?" Penny asked bluntly, her eyebrows raising.

Ezra just nodded, silently, awkwardly. His gaze flicked away from Penny's for a few moments. The air between the two felt stiff. In fact, everything did. It was a familiar stiffness for Penny. One she could only associate with Jane Doe. A tingling, near burning sensation bubbled up within her neck.

By then, Ezra had already gone off to figure out some place to eat. He was always good at that. For some reason, Penny found herself still unable to move. The ticking of a faint and distant clock loomed ever in the background. Everything was dim. Everything felt wrong. Like she wasn't supposed to be there. Like something was coming to right the apparent wrong of her own existence.

"Penny? You alright?" Ezra snapped his fingers in front of her face, quickly breaking this trance.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Penny replied monotonely, "I'm fine."

"Weird, you got in that trance and it looked like you were some kinda zombie," Ezra elongated the last words of the sentence as he shook Penny by her shoulders. It was a moment of jest and Penny went along with it, flailing her head back and forth with his motions.

Although, as she went to fling her head back, she felt the world around her start to spin and the wind around her pick up. It was a falling feeling. It was only after the thump of hitting the ground did she realise what had happened. As she turned to look up at her now headless body, she nearly let out a gut wretching scream.

Ezra was frozen in fear as well. His hands had yet to be removed from Penny's now headless body. Despite this, she was fine. Everything felt relatively as normal as being headless could be. Nothing hurt aside from the place where she hit her head upon falling. There wasn't blood spraying everywhere. It was silent. It was still.

Penny could move her body while like that. Although it was much more difficult. She fumbled it around, attempting to grab her head and reattach it. Ezra was of no help in this endeavor. He was still completely frozen and tears had begun to spill down his cheeks. She felt bad for causing all of this. She never meant to. Does anyone intentionally lose their head?

Eventually she managed to get to a position where she could actually grab her head and get it onto her neck. It reattached with a slight click sound, like the sound your joints make when you crack your knuckles. Penny tapped gently on Ezra's shoulder, eliciting him to flinch.

He moved his lips, stumbling breathy sounds came out as he attempted to form words. He waved his arms around frantically, mimicking what he just saw. It only stopped when Penny went in to embrace him. His arms resting firmly around his sister.

"Are you okay?" Penny asked.

"Your head just fell off... How are you okay?" Ezra replied.

"I... I have no idea."

~~

After that, the two siblings managed to sneak off to get some dinner and actually managed to have a good time. The place they chose was a local spot, not too far from the school. Everyone in town knew it as the place with the best burgers, but the Lamb siblings knew it as their special dinner spot for those special occasions.

The servers there knew them by name, and the Lamb siblings knew the servers by name. The two kids were the most regular of the regulars. Even when they lacked any money, the duo were always there, finding some way to order their favourite food. Often it would result in them working behind the counter just for a meal or even to the point of stealing from other customers.

This night was different, though. No stealing or working. They had money to pay. Although neither sibling was particularly jovial, both were thankful.

"The usual for you two?" The server asked.

"Yes please," Penny replied.

The server nodded and within moments she was gone. This left the two kids alone at their table.

"Are you going to tell the choir kids about what happened?" Ezra asked.

Penny nodded slowly, "most likely. They were involved, they deserve to know."

Penny ran a finger across her neck. A large gap had formed where a scar had originally been. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel like anything. It just felt normal. Something had to be done about it. Clearly it wasn't normal. But why? Why so sudden? Why after all this time since the Cyclone?

"Here you are," the server said, interrupting Penny's thoughts, "you alright? That scar bothering you?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, it is," Penny replied rather bluntly.

"Here." The server took the scarf she had on and wrapped it around Penny, "It won't do much, but if you're worried about covering it, that scarf should work. You can keep it."

"Oh..." Penny wasn't sure how to respond, "thanks."