#so this came off as a (big) shocker to me

[lowkeyren]

HELP is this a reward from aventurine for writing (yapping) so much abt him... was i suddenly possessed by him cus this luck??? UNREAL.

tell me im not dreaming rn PLEASE.

[etiolatedmutant]

logan seeing a picture of wade pre-mutation

he has a weird moment of “why tf is there a picture of that nicepool douche in my house” before he Realizes

and wade is like “oh great now That’s gonna be in his mind forever, what i used to look like before the ground beefing of it all, just what i fuckin needed” and he makes a joke (shocker) to stave off how insecure he is

“i was trying to make lepers fashionable, jokes on me i guess”

and logan just eyes the photo and says, “you look weird.”

wade’s Shocked. he was a fucking Looker back then, thank you very much. “there’s just no winning with you, is there?” he asks.

and logan turns the photo over and over in his hands, dis-fucking-pleased, before he flicks it back from whence it came. and he looks at wade, all green-eyed disarming honesty, and says, “i like my version better.”

and if wade didn’t Know logan, didn’t know the shine in his eye and the sincere timbre of his voice, he’d call bullshit. no one in their right mind would prefer him Now to the Him of 2016, right? nessa only put up with it because he was kinda grandfathered into that relationship and she liked his insides as well as his outsides (hey-o)

but he does know logan, and he knows that logan doesn’t mince words or sugarcoat Anything in the name of “sparing feelings,” so he sits there, digesting the compliment like gas station sushi — which is to say, not fucking well at all.

to make matters worse (or, well, better, he guesses) he finds a picture of Him Now and logan from nessa’s new year’s eve party magnetized to the fridge the next day.

it’s poorly lit, illuminated only by shattering fireworks overhead and a few yellow streetlights, and they’re both clearly smashed — wade’s eyes are glassy and red, logan’s cheeks are flushed, and the finer details of their faces have been smudged away thanks to shaky camerawork.

but they’re happy. wade looks happy — he’s smiling, a big, fat, candid grin, like he’d been laughing, and logan’s kissing his cheek, unashamed. he’d been wade’s first new year’s kiss in a long fucking time.

he buys a frame for that picture - a sparkly pink monstrosity from goodwill - and gives it a home on the nightstand next to their bed. and yeah, whatever, on bad days he looks at it and thinks eugh, still, because goddamn francis really did a number on him —

but most days, he’s just happy he gets to be that guy in the picture at all. the guy logan howlett stayed for. the guy logan kissed in front of dozens of people.

logan’s version.

[hon3y-y]

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! maybe satoru got a little ahead of himself when he told you to throw away all of your vibrators…

cw : smut (surprised?), sex toys(again, is anyone surprised?), sub-ish!reader, dom-ish!satoru he’s more cheeky than anything, overstim & edging, etc etc…

*not edited*

when satoru was young and immature two weeks ago, he hated vibrators. maybe it was jealousy but when he found your little collection, he became a pouty mess. am i not good enough? do those make you feel better than i do? he even went as far as giving you the silent treatment, stating it was a ‘betrayal’.

you just rolled your eyes, taking his overreaction as immaturity and allowing him to throw his tantrum by himself. it didn’t last long, coming to its end one late saturday night where he climbed into the bed with a cheeky smile on his face.

“show me..” he mumbled, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your neck. his eyes were wide, pleading almost, lip tucked behind his teeth, his hands caressing your exposed skin and slowly unbuttoning the sleep shirt you wore.

“oh but i thought you wanted me to ‘throw all of them out’?” your words made him scoff.

“that wasn’t exactly what i said—“

“toru, i saw the tears in your eyes—“ before you could continue, his lips were on yours. it was rough, trying to shut you up which only made you smile. “you done being a big baby?”

satoru nods before moving to pull off your sleep shorts, “c’mon, i just wanna see”

so of course, that’s what got you into this predicament. you laying down with your head on the pillow while satoru lays on his stomach between your thighs, eyes glistening with mischief as he stares at your panty clad mound. Throughout the past couple of days, toru has made you use a couple toys to help get off, realizing extremely fast how it was becoming his new favorite hobby.

he took in how quick you were to cum, thighs clenching around the toy while you creamed, sticky substance leaving strings on your panties when he became impatient and pulled them off. it was almost addicting. you became so sensitive, eyes welling up when he began to fuck your swollen pussy, “s’too much!”

he just pounded into you harder, mockingly cooing at you. “oh, it’s too much? fine, i’ll stop.” satoru would pull out mid thrust, teasingly rubbing his fat tip against your clenching hole. he would do it until your legs wrapped around his waist to try and push him in, he smiled at the annoyance that came over you, still feisty even when being fucked dumb. “you’re so greedy—can’t ever make up your mind” shaking his head, toru would shove it back in while rubbing your clit making you squeal, an unusual reaction that he was growing accustomed to.

Those toys became his best friends and it was only a matter of time before he wanted to be in control of them. satoru personally loved your wand vibrator, pulling an orgasm out of you quick while also being used in so many different methods and positions. so it wasn’t a shocker that it was that one he picked.

you were comfortable, something he had been checking the whole time. He felt giddy, dick hard just from thinking about it. He made sure to start off slow and ease you into it, putting it on a low setting before teasingly dragging it up and down the crease of your panties, biting his lips after hearing your breath hitch whenever the tiny vibrations passed your aching clit.

“how does that feel, pretty girl?” he kissed your thigh softly, turning up the vibration to hear the gasp as you opened your mouth to speak.

“g-good!”

your words got choked up in your throat, hips bucking as he pushed it down on your bud. meanwhile, satoru watched in fascination as the damp spot on your panties grew bigger and bigger, mouth watering as he gently pressed his nose against it before his tongue lolled out to take a swipe. “satoru!” you gasped, hands moving to tug on his hair and pull it back, a heat climbing up your body in embarrassment.

he smiled sheepishly, turning up the vibrations another level which quickly made your hands loosen as your jaw fell open to let out a moan. “now's not the time to scold, dear~”

he pulls away, shutting off the vibrator while sitting on his knees. you felt a little light headed, eyebrows furrowing, “you're done?”

he shook his head, instead, pulling your panties down and flinging them across the room, fingers moving to play in your wetness before slowly dragging his soaked appendage to your clit to swirl around, “just lay back and relax your pretty little head. i know what i’m doing.”

he picked the vibrator back up, once again on its lowest setting and began using it to dip into your messy hole and spread the juices to the rest of your pussy. he felt like he was painting a pretty picture, eyes zeroing into his muse while his other hand wrapped around your thick thigh to pull it open.

he did this for a while, secretly watching and enjoying the way you were growing frustrated, pussy clamping around nothing as a frown overtook your lips. “toru—enough!”

he smiled, biting back a laugh at the whining. “fine..” you huffed, leaning back on the pillow.

you heard it before you felt it, the vibrations sounding stronger. you sat up, confused before the feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, causing your jaw to loosen and your eyes to cross and roll back. you felt like you couldn’t breathe, the stimulation almost too much, your hands moving to push it away, “too much! please—i can’t!”

but satoru just clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, “first it’s not enough, now it’s too much… this stupid thing can’t satisfy you, huh?” he pushes your hands away, positioning himself between your legs in a way that made it hard to shut them. “what do you think baby?”

finishing his sentence he began to move it up and down, the feeling making your stomach lurch and shedding some of the tears that gathered in your eyes. it felt too good, borderline brutal against your sensitive pussy.

you couldn’t even acknowledge his question, whimpers and pants filled the room along with mindless babbles of his name. “i’m—s’close! oh fuck—satoru! d-dont sto—p”

your hands claw at the sheets as you begin to tremble, your vision going blurry and the pressure in your stomach is released in pleasurable waves. you didn’t realize you had passed out until you feel a light tapping on your cheek causing your eyes to open slowly. At first, you’re too disoriented to focus. your vision is splotchy and your ears have a small ringing in them.

it takes a couple of seconds for you to register where you are and what just happened, finally taking in your surroundings. the first thing you see once your eyes adjust is satoru staring at you with a shocked grin. “babe..” he leaned down to kiss you, “–that was so hot” his hand reached between you two to pet at your cunt, cooing at the sharp intake of breath you had.

“let’s try again… i’ll leave it on a low setting, i promise” liar

safe to say toys became a frequent tool after that, even going as far as him ordering new ones to “try” including a cock-ring that leaves you both overstimulated, whiny, messes...

the end

a/n; two releases in one day??? who tf am i?? ik, it’s been soooo long but i didn’t have any inspiration</3 i honestly wanna right more sub!jjk characters so if anyone has any ideas they would like to present to the class PLEASEEE🙏 (especially nanami, cause i loveeee him)

[theliving-radio]

The Meaning of “Big Brother”

Part: 1

Warnings: none, just fluff and sillies. Gender Neutral Reader. Platonic relationship. Malleus is now your big brother.

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Malleus is an only child. Until he dubbed you as his Baby Sibling, making him a Big Brother.

But what is a “Big Brother”? That’s been on his mind lately. What does it mean to be a “Big Brother”?

Malleus wishes to ask Lilia on the matter, but goes against it as it felt like the old fae would tease him. Silver is also an only child, and Sebek is the youngest of his siblings. So he couldn’t ask them either.

And so, Malleus sets off to ask some of the students that are Older Brothers too.

“What it’s like to be the older brother in the family?” Trey was surprised when the First Years came running to him, saying that Malleus Draconia wanted to see him. Trey was in the middle of making pie crust for a new recipe he wanted to try out when both Ace and Deuce showed up with Malleus in tow. But the question was more of a shocker than seeing Malleus Draconia in the Heartstabyul kitchen

“Yes. I’ve heard from Trappola and Spade that you are an Older Brother to many younger siblings. And that even students have claimed you as “The Older brother of Heartstabyul.”

Trey glances over at Ace and Deuce who were a bit embarrassed by it, but Trey only lets out an amused chuckle.

“Yeah, I have a few younger brothers and a little sister. We all live together with our parents who run a Bakery.”

“Interesting… and what are your ‘duties’ as an older brother?” Malleus questioned as he watched the Vice dorm leader go back to mixing.

“‘Duties’, huh? That’s one way of putting it. But I just do my best to make sure they don’t cause any trouble and aren’t fighting each other. One time, one of my brothers was teasing our sister to the point of crying… then proceeded to punch him. When I found them, they were both tussling in the middle of the Bakery. I had to scold them both.”

“Fascinating…”

After the mixing, Trey takes the dough out of bowl and places it on the kitchen counter where it can be kneaded. He looks over at Malleus who was writing down in a small notepad.

Did he have that the whole time?

“So when it comes to your younger siblings, you have to protect them from each other. Along with correcting their behavior towards one another.

“I mean, I guess? Yeah. Most of the time that responsibility would fall under our parents. But since I was the one to see it happen, I had to set things straight.”

“I see… Have they ever done anything to make you upset?”

Trey was in the middle of kneading the dough, but pulls away from it and places his hand on his chin, trying to think of something. Meanwhile Ace was trying to sneak towards the fridge to see if there were any tarts in there, Deuce wasn’t trying to signal him to not do it.

Without looking away from the dough, Trey picked up small metal spoon and threw it in the direction Ace was at. Causing him to yelp and curse under his breath at getting hit in the head with said spoon, and for getting caught.

Malleus was intrigued by the small exchange.

“There was a time where one of my brothers wanted to go to a Spelldrive game. He really wanted to go. I couldn’t say no to him, and so I got my entire allowance to buy a ticket for him. All the money I saved up for myself, just gone. Of course I was upset about it… but when he came home from the game he had the biggest smile on his face, and went straight to me to tell me everything that happened during the game. And I knew from that moment, I didn’t regret giving him all my money. And I would do it all over again, given the chance.” Trey smiled at the memory, Malleus took noticed and smiles as well.

“Maaan~ what a lucky kid. Wish you were my older brother, Trey-senpai!” Ace interrupted the heartfelt moment.

“Don’t you already have an older brother, Trappola?”

“Yeah, but he’s a dick!” Ace loudly declares as he crosses his arms. “To prove my point, one time while I was laying in bed, he walked into my room without saying anything, approached me, turned around and farted in my a face! He ran out laughing and I had to chase him to give him a what for!”

Malleus looked at Ace in pure horror. His older brother did that?! Is that normal???

He does not wish to lay his flatulence upon you!

Not his Baby Sibling!

“Ah yeah. I’m an only child. But I’ve heard siblings doing that to each other.” Deuce mention, which causes Malleus to turn to him in shock.

“So that is normal behavior among siblings?”

“Well…. Not really, every family is different, and every sibling bond can be different too. Some love each other, and there are some who hate each other.” Trey answered the Dragon Fae’s question as he set up placing the dough in the pan.

Malleus thought about Trey’s words. He does love you very much, he is your Big Brother after all! But even relationships and bonds can change over time. And he hopes his Baby Sibling does not turn to hate him one day.

“I see… Well I must thank you for this insightful information, Clover. I will have to leave now to get more information.”

“If you have any more question, just try to find me.”

Malleus nods as he makes his way out of the Heartstabyul’s dorm kitchen. As he leaves, he hears the sound of a smack and Ace yelling ‘What did I do?!’ While Trey’s response being ‘Do you want to be collared?’

“You came all the way here… to ask me how I treat my younger siblings?”

“Yes. That is exactly why I’m here.”

Out of all the places, Jack never once thought that Malleus’s Draconia would come over to Savanaclaw dorm… to ask about family…

“… why?”

“Recently I have become an Older Brother, and I am asking for advice from others who are one as well.”

“Ah.” Jack… was still not expecting that answer.

It’s no secret from the school that Malleus Draconia, future king of Briar Valley, one of the top powerful mages in all of Twisted Wonderland…

Has dubbed you as his “Baby Sibling” and has taken the role “Big Brother” seriously.

How did this arrangement came to be? Nobody knows.

Jacks ear twitches as he crosses his arms. Before Malleus came by, Jack was actually going to be headed to the botanical gardens to help Ruggie find Leona. Unfortunately the dragon fae stopped him before he was able to walk out of the dorms lounge room.

“I heard from Schoenheit that you have a younger brother and sister,” Malleus took notice that Jack’s tail swayed a bit when Vil was brought up.

“… you heard correctly. Both are in elementary school.”

Jack isn’t gonna lie.

This is kinda awkward, and weird.

“Jack, you’re still here? I thought you were gonna help me-“ Ruggie entered the lounge and stopped in his tracks as he saw Malleus. The Hyena Beastmen looks over at Jack, his eyes saying ‘Help me’. Ruggie doesn’t know what he walked in on.

“Good Afternoon,Bucchi. Sorry to come here unannounced, but I just wanted to ask Howl on his relation to his younger siblings are like.” Malleus answered earnestly.

Ruggie blinks once. Then twice.

What?

“What? Why?”

“Since I am a Big Brother now, I wish to know the responsibilities of taking care of a younger siblings. So I am asking other students advice and experiences they’ve had,” Malleus looked pleased with himself at his own reasoning. Ruggie on the other hand, was confused by the Fae’s reasoning. Really?

“And you’re asking Jack because…?”

“He too, is also a Big Brother.”

Ruggie turns to Jack who just gave him a curt nod. “Ok, but like can’t you just look it up?”

“Ah, I’m not really good with technology…”

Is this guy for real?!

“… both of my siblings are very energetic. They can play hide and seek for six hours straight without getting tired.” Jack goes back to the topic at hand.

“Six hours?!”

“Oh my, how do you get them to calm down?” Malleus asked as he gets out his notepad and pen. Ruggie and Jack just blink at him as the Dragon Fae waited patiently for an answer.

Jack coughs in his fist to clear his throat, “Well, mom sometimes has issues when it’s time for bed. Lately though, she has been sneaking in sleeping medication into their drinks. Just small doses to help them calm down when it’s time to sleep.” The Wolf Beastmen explained as he recounts the events.

Malleus writes down in the notepad, wanting to get it all down. Ruggie leans over and tries to get a small glimpse of what the Fae wrote down, curious on what he has so far.

“So, you and your mom would go to extreme measures to make sure your siblings would have a healthy life style?”

“I wouldn’t say extreme… just, some actions we have to take.”

“Understood…” Malleus shuts his notepad, making Ruggie tense up from the force of it.

“Well, thank you very much Jack Howl for answering my questions. I am going to take my leave now, the sun is still out, and I still have many questions and learning to do. It was nice to see you too Bucchi.” Malleus bows to both Beastmen and begins to make his way to the Mirror Chamber.

“…dude, what just happened?”

“I dont know… giving out family advice?” Jack scratched the back oh his neck, perplexed by the exchange.

Malleus flipped through his notes as he walks out the Savanclaw dorm. He still had a lot of questions that need to be answered. He wanted to be prepared.

Malleus wanted to be the best Big Brother you’ve ever had, after all!

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I legit just wanted to write like a small prompt, but then brain kept going “MORE!!!”

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed part 1! I’ll be preparing for part 2 hopefully soon! So enjoy my idea of Big Brother Malleus!

[jyoongim]

~Blood & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

chapter two

Synopsis: Marrying New Orleans famous radio host had been a shocker to everyone. You, a southern belle from an esteemed family, had somehow managed to catch the attention of the mysterious bachelor. 

Your wedding was all in the papers and talk of the town, even though the ceremony was rather private.

You quickly settled in as the homemaker as Alastor brought home the dough and took care of you. 

It was a dream come true.

But Alastor was strange, even to you and you were his wife, but you brushed it off as him just being a man.  You had nothing to complain about. You lived in a nice big house, had the finest luxuries, and Alastor would dote on you. What wasn’t to love?

Well… all those things were nice, but you were starting to crave a family with your husband.

You knew of Alastor’s upbringing and had an inkling that children might not be an option…but Alastor wouldn’t deny you what you desired most would he? Of course not ma belle.

Alastor prided himself on how people often wondered about him. The renowned radio host, who the public rarely saw. He was a mystery to many. He frequented jazz lounges and often could be found drinking whiskey as he listened to the Mimzy gossip about the latest news.

He,  himself was shocked when he met you, the prettiest thing in the city. He had to have you. He knew you were the one.

Like the gentleman he was, he sent you flowers and love letters to begin courting you. He never tired of how shy you were around him. 

It wasn’t long before he asked your father for your hand and the two of you got hitched.

And what a wedding it was! he spared no expense to your disapproval.

Alastor was the epitome of what every husband inspired to be! 

Doting, providing, and attentive.

But he had a secret he kept from his little wife…

Can he maintain control over his domestic affairs and his sinister ones?

Soft jazz played in the background as you busied around the kitchen preparing dinner. The sizzling of the oil carried the scent of fried chicken as you chopped collards and added them to another pan to fry.

You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you cooked.

You took the chicken out of the grease, poured some of it in a can for later and used the rest to make cornbread. You stirred the collards a bit, adding pepper and a little salt before turning the stove off. You glanced at the clock; 6pm, Alastor should be coming home soon.

After putting everything in pretty dishes and wrapping it in foil you sighed tiredly as you finally got off your feet, plopping down on a couch.

You almost wanted to go back into the kitchen and clean up, but thought to just wait after dinner to do so. 

You perked as your radio made a noise, static as if the channel had changed, before the voice of your husband came through.

”Well folks that is all. I have for you tonight! I hope you enjoyed today’s broadcast and I will see you tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner nonono haha. Until next time!”

You smiled, feeling happy he wasn’t going to stay at the studio all night.

With that in mind, you quickly ran upstairs to freshen up, wanting to greet your husband without the smell of grease clinging to you.

“I’m home!” A voice called as the sound of the front door closing had you rushing downstairs.

Alastor was taking off his coat, when you greeted him “Oh let me take that” you smiled, grabbing his coat to put it away. He let out a relieved sigh as he removed his shoes and put them by the door. Once comfortable, his long arms were around your waist, pulling you into a kiss “And how was my beautiful wife today hmm?” He asked bringing a dainty hand to his lips. You giggled “Oh nothing worth mentioning. How was work today? I heard you signing off. I hate that I missed tonight’s broadcast” you mused, untying his bow tie. Alastor hummed “oh you know same ole same ole, through I will say I got a lot of fan mail today” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes. He took a whiff of the air and grinned “Hmm looks like I actually made it in time for dinner”

You both made your way to the kitchen and you immediately went to fix his plate, while he got glasses out of the cabinet and some red wine.

Alastor practically had drool coming out of his mouth as the smell of food wafted into his nose. You took a seat across from him and smiled. “My my my dear what a meal youve prepared tonight!” He commented as he took a bite out of the cornbread, moaning in delight.

It always filled your heart with happiness seeing Alastor eat your food. When you first got married, you didn’t have a clue on how to cook. It was rather embarrassing, but you had grown up with personal cooks.

But Alastor didn’t mind teaching you, and soon enough you were whipping up delicious meals that filled his stomach, rather than upset it.

Dinner was quiet as the two of you enjoyed each others company, Alastor making comments about the lastest gossip he had heard and you catching him on the neighborhood gossip. “Oh before I forget,  Mimzy wants to know if you wanted to swing by the lounge this weekend. Something about I keep you to myself too much” Alastor laughed, swiping at his mouth. You laughed, that sounded like Mimzy. Always hoping to get a chance at you singing on stage so she could make a few extra bucks. “Well tell ‘er not this weekend, I have plans to host a few of the ladies for book club. Rosie is sure to have some gossip I’ve missed.” 

Alastor quirked a brow “You sure dear? I fear Mimzy will chew me a new one if she don’t get to see ou” You mulled it over “Well book club usually don’t take that long and its during tea time so I guess I don’t mind gracing the lounge with my presence” you giggled, getting up and taking your empty dishes to the sink. Alastor followed you and quickly swatted your hands as you reached to turn the sink on. 

“Now now my dear, you spent all evening cooking the least I can do is wash the dishes. The chef shouldn’t cook and clean” he nudged you away from the sink as you pouted.

It never ceased to amazed you that Alastor took on household chores. Most husbands had their wives cook and clean, but not your Alastor.

He didn’t like you to tire out from maintaining the home all day.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks and told him you’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed.

You had just finished rolling your hair when Alastor came up to your bedroom. You sighed as you sunk into the cool cotton sheets, finally relaxing for the day. You didn’t realized you had quickly fell asleep until feeling Alastor slide into bed beside you, arm pulling you to tuck you into his side and rest your head on his chest.

You happily cuddled into him, breathing in his scent as the sound of his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep.

A yawn passed your lips as began to fall asleep

”Goodnight” 

”Sleep tight dear”

”Don’t let the bedbugs bite”

”haha see you in the morning light love” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sighed, chest heaving in deep breaths.

Alastor smiled at your sleeping face; how lucky was he to have a sweet wife who worked so hard while he was gone. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to your soft snores.

What bliss. He wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.

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NOTE: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh why and how did my mind conjure this when I have other things to write eeeeeeehhhh!!!!!!!

Anyway….this is gonna be ANOTHER short story hehehe. Since I wrote it on a whim it might take some time for me to post the next part but I hope y’all enjoy it nevertheless!

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[mainstreamangel]

Hii pretty!

I seen you write for Paige and I was just wondering if you could write a fic based off “love looks pretty on you” by Nessa Barrett, just wondering, it’s totally okay if not!

Thank you pretty

Lots of love

-Nessa🌊

LOVE LOOKS PRETTY ON YOU

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Grammys run late and Paige takes care of you.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): Suggestive

A/N: You got it pretty girl x

WC: 1.4k

The winner of the 2024 album of the year Grammy award goes to...

Everyone is quiet in anticipation. Many good albums were nominated from Taylor Swift's Midnights to Olivia Rodrigo's Guts. Your album, Aftercare, had gotten nominated and you were never more thankful towards your suppporters.

"Aftercare, [(Artist) Name]"

You freeze. You did it, you won your first Grammy and it was album of the year. Cheers erupted, people congratulating you left and right. You had a few drinks in and you felt ecstatic.

"You did it, ma." Paige breathed.

Tears welled up in your eyes as it all came crashing down. You stood up and Paige did too. She pulls you into her arms and you cry. Your tears fall onto her suit and you just stay in her arms for a minute.

Finally you let go and make your way to the stage. Celine Dion awaits at the very top. You give her a big hug and apologise for any fallen tears of joy. She hands you the glimmery gold award with a bright smile.

"Thank you so much. This means so much." You tell her.

"You deserve it. Your album is amazing." She replies.

You turn to the crowd and lean your face into the microphone.

"For me, the award is just a display of my hard work. All I want to do is keep being able to do this, making music, sharing my emotions. I love it so much. It makes me so happy. Sometimes it baffles me how my music can help people or just entertain them. So this award goes to not only me but to my fans, to the people who support me."

You look at Paige and give her a warm smile. Paige retaliates and gives you a thumbs up. She's so happy for you and she's so proud of how far you've come.

"I want to thank my family and I want to thank my girlfriend, Paige. She helped me so much to create this album that you all love, I wouldn't be here without her support. Love you baby. Finally, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do what I love so much. Mind blown. Thank you so much."

You head off the stage with your award in hand and descend the stairs until you make your way back to your seat.

"So proud of you baby. A Grammy is such a big milestone." Paige beams.

"My first Grammy." You say in awe.

"One of many." Paige assures.

You're in the car with Paige after the award show. Your head is rested on her shoulder as your eyes flutter open and close.

"You can sleep, ma. I'll wake you up when we get there." Paige rubs your shoulder.

"No its..." Your eyes flutter close for good and the rest of the drive is silent.

"I never thought I would be taking home a Grammy award winner. Thought you guys would have had like private driver or something." Your Uber driver says.

"Opted for a more casual way. Apologies if the press was in the way of getting here." Paige looks out the window.

"All good, I had a feeling when I saw the name but then I was like no way, THE Paige Bueckers? By the way I'm a huge fan of you. Then, I saw you bring her with you to the car and I was like oh my goodness, THE [(Artist) Name]? Total shocker." The driver rambles.

Paige laughs. "Thanks for your support. From both of us."

The rest of the drive is silent. Eventually you guys get back to Paige's place.

"You uh need help getting her in?" The driver asks.

"That's alright I got her. Here." Paige gives the driver a tip and her signature on the back of an old receipt.

Then, Paige carefully lifts you out of the car, trying to not wake you up.

"Thanks, man." Paige shuts the door with her foot and walks to the gate entrance.

Paige headed up stairs and into your shared bedroom.

You see more than my naked body. Close the door and lay me down gently.

"P?" You mumbled sleepily.

"I'm here, we're home but I gotta get you changed and we gotta take off your makeup so you don't get an infection, yeah?" Paige smiles.

You groan and go to sit up.

"Don't worry about it I'll take care of you, yeah?"

You nodded and laid back down. Paige worked to gently remove your outfit and left you in your undergarments.

She went and lit your favourite candle and spun your favourite record. She moved swiftly and gracefully in and out of the bathroom to clean up your face and body.

Kiss me sweet and light a candle. Oh, my darlin', take me now.

"You look good P."

"You look better, ma."

Paige knew she shouldn't have taken you there while you were intoxicated but she was equally as intoxicated and knew you trusted her.

"Is this okay?" Paige whispered against your lips.

You nodded and sat up a bit to give her a wet, needy kiss.

For the first time, this isn't painful. I feel like an angel in white sheets.

"You're so perfect, my girl is an award winning artist." Paige said between kisses.

She teasingly made her way down your body, drinking your body in like it's a gift she was graced with. Truth is, to her your presence was her salvation, her reward for all the things she's endured.

Love looks pretty on you, look pretty on me. If Heaven's for lovers, that's where we'll be.

That night Paige took you softly, a reward for you and a reward for her. She ravished your body and left her mark- rather several marks, as a reminder and a promise of your guys' love.

Love looks pretty on you, my pretty baby. I love how you love me so delicately, so delicately.

You're the one, the one and only. To stay and hold me like a lady.

Paige laid awake as she held your glistening body close to hers. Your skin against hers brought a new connection, a new feeling that only could be achieved by those actions.

Dainty muse, I must be dreamin'. Keep me safe, love me to death, I know it's more than sex.

You shifted and slowly opened your eyes.

"Hi."

You groaned and hid your face in her neck.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" You asked.

"Too busy staring at my picture perfect girl."

"You know considering you just fucked me because of my award winning album, aftercare, you sure don't do a good job at it since I'm still laying in bed."

"I literally cleaned you up, you're just sweaty from the covers."

"Oh yeah."

You laughed softly and Paige pinched your side. You yelped and tried to get away from her.

"Sorry, ma." Paige pouted and pulled you close again.

For the first time, this isn't painful. I feel like an angel in white sheets.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" You mumbled.

"Oh? What version?" Paige asked, smirking.

You lightly hit her.

"I'm the Grammy award winner, you're the WNBA all star." You slurred.

Paige kissed your forehead and stroked your hair, soothing you back to sleep.

Love looks pretty on you, look pretty on me. If Heaven's for lovers, that's where we'll be.

The next morning, you wake up alone. Your head hurts. You turn your head and see a pill bottle with a glass of water.

Mentally thanking your girl, you take the painkillers and get up.

Your feet padded across wooden floors, as you approach Paige's back. You wrap your arms around her middle and slam your head into her back.

"Mornin', ma."

Your response was muffled and Paige laughed.

"Makin' your favourite."

"Smells good." Again, muffled.

Love looks pretty on you, my pretty baby. I love how you love me so delicately, So delicately.

"I don't ever want to leave this moment."

"Me neither." Paige turns around after turning the stove off before grabbing your hand and placing her other on your waist.

She slowly sways the both of you, a fresh song off the record in the background.

"This my album?" You muttered.

"Of course, I'll always listen to you and your perfect voice."

"Hardly perfectly."

"Perfect in my eyes."

You're the one, the one and only. To stay and hold, to stay and hold me.

You stay there for a while until the song ends and you lean up to place your hands on your girl's face. Her blonde hair flows nicely around her face and you meet her halfway, softly placing her lips on yours.

Love looks pretty on you, look pretty on me. If Heaven's for lovers, that's where we'll be. Love looks pretty on you, my pretty baby, I love how you love me so delicately. So delicately.

@janessabaker

[chaeesu]

: ꒰𝒹reamy꒱ lips ... ﹙ドリーミー﹚

.　夢のような 　─── 　𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

　˖ wc ??? , mingi x fem!reader

. 　𓎟𓎡　 ᵎᵎ 　oral fixation mingi (drools all over), overstimulating reader, mingi fingers reader kinda, clit play, p in v. lmk if i forgot anything..

you and mingi were in a relationship for about a good year now, and recently. you figured out about mingis oral fixation, shocker that you JUST found out about this.. there was always hints, like how he was a nail biter, or how he always was chewing on something. but you passed these off as just a sign of stress, but you were wrong. he had known about this, and for awhile he just didn't feel it was a big problem for you to know, which it wasn't, it wasn't at all. until he couldn't get his mouth off your pussy, all he could do was just sit there and suck. all he wanted was to make his baby feel good, but he couldn't stop himself.

“m-mnhh.. mingi!~” you whined out as mingi had sucked and licked the orgasm out of you for the 4th time tonight, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. all he wanted to do was latch his lips onto your clit and suck forever, but he knew he couldnt, his lips moved from your clit and up to your mouth, kissing you roughly. yet he kept a pace between you two. “m’ sorry baby, your pussy is just perfect for keeping my mouth on.” he whispered out between kisses, his lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of your spit and his. his lips made his way down to your exposed chest, teasing your nipples as he circled his tongue around them, sucking on one as he pinched the other lightly. groaning at all the noises coming out of you.

his lips never left you once in this moment, all his focus was keeping you two connected somehow, before he could slide in you, he made sure to rip another orgasm out of you by stimulating you more while sucking away on your pussy, he slowly moved his hand that rested on your upper thigh to your entrance, rubbing his finger down your slit, moving them back up to slide into you slowly, forcing you to let a loud moan slip from you. his fingers perfectly hitting your g-spot as he sucked and licked at your clit for what seemed like forever, yet he still had his goal to make you cum one last time before getting to his pleasure, but this already feels like his to you. as another orgasm flew through you and felt like you got hit in the head with a rock as you shut your eyes and saw stars, mingi already made his way up to your neck.

he sucked and kissed your neck, leaving multiple hickeys as he lined up his very hard, dripping pre-cum cock up to your entrance that was still dripping with arousal. sliding himself in with ease, he kept his pace slow, making sure you were fully adjusted with him before speed up, his lips never once leaving you. he groaned lowly against your lips, pounding into you. “god baby.. m’ so close.. your pussy is so good to me..” he groaned against your lips, his hands roaming your body as his mouth moved down to your neck again, letting your noises free. he kept moaning lowly as he felt you grip around him one last time as you came, his release chasing after yours. after coming back from your high, your greeted with a big greedy smile shimmering from above you, feeling him pull out slowly. “m’ sorry baby. i needed you so badly and you feel so amazing..” he apologized, playing with your hair as he gently kissed your neck, putting his full weight ontop of you. “its okay mingi, atleast i know now why your so good with your mouth..” you joked, reaching a hand up to his hair.

well, now that you knew your boyfriend had a weird trait, it didn’t seem as weird as you thought it was, his perfect lips and mouth have never felt better, especially anywhere on you.

a/n ; this is so bad.. i got this idea like last night and i wrote it with writers block and like no sleep from the night before .. pls dont hate

[just1cefor4ll]

— Healing

Aiden Clark x touch starved!reader

genre: sligh angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of a slightly emotionally unavailable family, not proof read

You didn’t exactly grow up in a very affectionate family. Yes, you grew up in a very caring family but they weren’t really present when it came to comfort or the already said affection. You got hugged as a kid, but it was more on birthdays than on normal days where you had to ask to get that bit of warmth you so longed for. But even then it wasn’t enough to fill that hole that you thought would never ever be full.

Maybe it was fate that you met with the most amazing boy who always had his hands on you—in a non sexual way of course. But it all felt so foreign that you didn’t have a clue of how to reciprocate those actions.

Aiden was a very.. energetic boy to put it lightly. It really was a shocker to all of your friends that you— a very isolated and awkward person got together with the social butterfly that never kept his hands to himself when it came to you. Whether it was him having a hand around your waist, shoulder or holding hands, having a hand on your thigh.. he gave you his all. It overwhelmed you and you had no idea why since you did get affection as a kid but if you ever described that affection to someone they’d probably give you a big reality check. You couldn’t blame your parents though. They grew up with little to no affection at all just like you, their parents or your grandparents being very busy people during their younger years and weren’t so present like they were in your life, so you had to be grateful for the effort they put in when raising you.

You were going over to Aidens house, walking to the front door of the large looking house when the blonde boy swung the door open and pulled you into a hug. You kind of just stood there, your body stiff. You patted him awkwardly on the back and Aiden pulled away. “Come on let’s go upstairs, yeah?” Before you could reply you were off the ground and holding onto Aiden for dear life, your legs wrapped around his face while your hands were around his neck. He sat down on his bed with you now sitting in his lap with an uncomfortable expression. His smile dimmed at this, cupping your cheek and looked into your eyes. “Whats wrong baby, you feeling okay?” He asked in a worrisome tone and traced circles on your lower back.

He was left with only a simple shrug as an answer, your tongue frozen and your voice unable to be heard. You squirmed at his touch, the touch foreign and confusing which was nothing you haven’t thought before but you couldn’t help to always have that single statement lingering in your mind.

He pulled you off his lap and sat in front of you on the floor, his warm hands holding your own. “Is this okay?” He asked hesitantly. He wasn’t sure how to comfort people in situations like these— his usual humorous solutions to things unable to come out when it came to you being upset. He wanted to take all of this seriously, he tried his hardest to be there for you and understand what you were feeling when he couldn’t understand his own feelings most of the time. You nodded, tracing circles on his hands like he would; were you allowed to do this?

“We don’t have to talk, you know? We can just sit here in silence until you feel like doing something else, hm?” He asks with a soft smile. “Yeah that would- that would be great.” You say; barely above a whisper. “Thank you. And I’m sorry for being so difficult.” Aiden furrowed his brows, looking at you with a sympathetic look; “No, no you don’t need to apologise, especially for being uncomfortable. We can always talk about this.. you know, boundaries?” He suggests and you nod with a more truthful smile.

“You don’t ever need to earn my affection, nor do you ever need to ask for it. Whenever you feel like wanting a hug just come up to me and hug me. I’d be more then happy to have you in my arms.” Your cheeks felt hotter then usual, the words hitting a certain spot in your heart that has never been touched before in your life. It felt so amazing to have a boy so caring and understanding as him, but you just didn’t know how you deserved someone like him. “I.. could use a hug right now.” He smirked, his playful personality switching on again as if someome pressed a button in his brain that automatically alterered the way he was. “You’re blushing? How adorable.” He whispered and pulled you close, burying his face into your neck and held you by the waist.

Never have you felt so loved and heard before then at that moment— in his arms, safe and forever warm with the gentle sound of TWO SOULS COMBINED.

© URFAVLARRY

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

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12 Fics of Christmas Day 4 - Kai Anderson

"Safe"

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Winter had one request from Kai, which was to keep their cheerful neighbor, reader, safe and out of all the cult business. Kai agrees, though he can't stand reader and her holiday cheer.

WARNINGS: language, brief violence

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Of course, he was a grinch.

Is it really that much of a shocker to realize Kai Anderson absolutely hated holidays? Especially Christmas. 

No, don’t be shocked. 

Kai Anderson hated Christmas with a burning passion, but there was one thing he hated more than Christmas. Well, one person. 

Y/N L/N. 

She was his neighbor across the street, and unlike him, she loved Christmas. Every year, she and her parents took the time to make their home into a little winter wonderland, something Kai was convinced had to be a fire hazard. An epileptic seizure waiting to happen. He had hoped when her parents struck gold (a lottery ticket win) and moved out, she would leave too, but of course, those assholes had to leave the house to her. 

He fucking hated her. 

Kai hated her, but his sister, Winter, for some reason, loved Y/N, thinking she was oh so cool and oh so sweet for whatever dumb reason. Winter liked her so much that one day she asked Kai a big question. 

“Hey, Kai?”

“Yeah?” he replied gruffly, glaring out the window. He held a steaming mug of coffee in hand, watching as Y/N began putting up Christmas lights. 

“I have a request,”

“And that is?” he scoffed, bringing the mug to his lips and blowing before taking a small sip of the bitter substance. 

Winter idly stepped next to him, “I believe, since you’re my big brother, you should grant immunity to a person of my choosing,” she began slowly, glancing at him to see his reaction. 

“What?” he laughed, though there was no humor. No smile, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Like, keep them safe. From all of this,” she gestured around the home, in reference to the bustling cult members walking around. 

He shrugged in response, “Fine. Whatever. What harm can one person do? Who’ll it be?” 

And so Winter pointed out the window, and Kai grimaced. Y/N. Winter was pointing at Y/N. “Seeing her happy makes me happy. She’s contagious. Keep her alive. Please?” 

God fucking dammit. 

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Winter had gone off on her own business, Kai doing the same, however, a few hours later, he found himself looking out the window, eyes widening when he noticed Y/N, who he observed to be incredibly clumsy, on the roof of her house. 

Shit!

He came scuttering down the street, stopping when he was in her yard, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!”

She looked down at him with that million dollar smile she always had,”Oh! Hey, Kai! I’m just decorating for the holiday season!”

“It’s not even December!” he groaned, “Get the fuck down before you fall!” 

“I’m fine,” she replied, waving him off, “Don’t you worry about me! You can go right back to what you were- eek!” she lost her footing, Kai immediately holding his arms out in efforts to catch her.

“Shit shit shit I told you-!” he sighed in relief as she found her balance, “Get the fuck down!”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, “Besides, someone’s gotta put up these inflatables!” 

“Don’t make me climb that ladder and bring you down here myself,” he threatened. 

She pouted, “The decorations need to go up!”

“Get your ass down here. I’ll fucking do it,” he found himself saying. 

And so he found himself securing an inflatable sleigh with inflatable reindeer and inflatable elves and an inflatable Santa, cursing to himself the whole time.

Why the fuck was he doing this? For Winter of course!

Why the fuck was he putting up fucking Christmas decorations? For Winter of course!

Why the hell didn’t he leave once he made sure Y/N was safe? For Winter of course!

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The next incident was a week later. 

A lengthy meeting had just ended in the basement, Kai scowling like usual when the doorbell rang. He was going to have one of his disciples answer, but something, he wasn’t sure what told him to. 

So he opened the door, scowl deepening when he noticed who it was. Y/N.

“Hey, Kai!” she exclaimed, wearing that same stupid bright smile, “I’m sorry to intrude in your home, but I was really wondering if I could use your oven? Something is wrong with mine and there’s no one available to look at it till tomorrow, but I have an event tomorrow I need to bake cookies for-” she babbled, stopping when he raised a hand to silence her. 

“No,” there was no fucking way he was going to let Little Miss Sunshine over here into his house with all of his disciples around. It then occurred to him she might try to use her own oven anyway and cause an accident that could harm her, or ask a different neighbor to use their oven and they turn out to be terrible people, doing something terrible to her.

Yes, he would have to do something about this. For Winter, of course. 

“I’ll look at your oven,” he said simply. 

“Really?” her eyes lit up, “Thank you, Kai! That would be great!”

And so he found himself grabbing his (his dad’s) toolbox, marching into her home and fixing her oven (with the help of a YouTube tutorial, he didn’t know what he was doing). He had planned to leave after that, but once he saw her trying to cut a stick of butter and almost knicking her finger, he then found himself taking the knife from her and cutting the appropriate amount for her. 

And then he found himself sitting at the island, watching her work the recipe as they talked. He was just making sure she was safe. For Winter. Yes. That’s what it was. 

That was all it was.

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Two weeks after that incident, around the middle of December, he was walking down a street, gloved hands shoved into his pockets, when he heard arguing. 

In curiosity, he made his way over, eyes narrowing when he noticed these two shrimpy looking guys all up in a girl’s business, tugging at her coat. Not just any girl, Y/N. Those fucking assholes. 

“Can you please leave me alone?” she asked quietly, letting out a squeak as one gripped her waist roughly. 

What the shit?

He didn’t even realize his feet were moving until he was grabbing at the guy and shoving him down, hands fisting the other’s shirt. He saw red. He didn’t know why he was so pissed, but he was pissed, punching the shit out of those two losers till he felt the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Y/N, sniffling, looking as vulnerable as ever. 

And he found himself putting his hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes, “Are you okay?” 

She softly nodded, looking away, “Y-Yeah, just a bit shaken up, I guess? Thank you for helping me,”

“Of course, of course,” What the fuck was he doing? He was only this nice to people when he wanted something, that was it. “I’ll walk you home, c’mon,” 

And so he found himself walking down to their block, arm protectively around her shoulder and keeping her close. And when she nervously asked if he could stay with her for a bit, he found himself agreeing right away. 

What the fuck was he doing now? Why the fuck was he sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels on the TV while she made hot cocoa? Why the fuck was he accepting it with a little half-smile, allowing her to pick the movie? Why the fuck was he watchimg some stupid Christmas movie? 

Because he needed to make sure she was safe. Because Winter said so. Yes, of course. Of course that’s all it was. 

That was all it was. 

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When Christmas Eve rolled around, Kai was lounging by himself in the living room, Winter doing who knows what in her bedroom. 

He scrolled through the channels tiredly, trying to find a good fucking movie that wasn’t fucking Christmas movie, and of course, the doorbell had to ring.

Why wasn’t he surprised when he opened the door, finding Y/N L/N staring up at him with those gorgeous fucking eyes? 

“What is it?” he asked, already tapping his foot impatiently. 

“Hey, Kai!” she began, as cheerful as usual, “I’m hosting a Christmas dinner, and I noticed you and Winter are alone?” 

He chuckled quietly. This happened every single year. And every single year he slammed the door in her face and went back to the TV.

But this time, his thoughts began to whirl. 

Who was even at her house right now? What if there were some bad people in there willing to hurt her? Or what if something got caught on fire? 

He had to be there, to make sure Y/N was safe. For Winter, of course. 

And so he found himself getting his sister, allowing Y/N to lead them to her home. And he found himself seated next to her during the dinner. Fuck, he even laughed at one point. What the fuck was wrong wrong with him?

And then he found himself reaching under the table, taking her hand from her lap and lacing their fingers.

For Winter, of course.

Fucking bullshit.

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The next morning, the doorbell fucking rang again, and Kai let out a growl, stomping down the stairs and to the door. Swinging it open, already expecting some group of religious people trying to convert him to whatever, he was ready to snap.

Until he saw who it was. Y/N L/N. Fuck.

“Merry Christmas!” she chirped, holding out two carefully wrapped presents. One for him and one for Winter. 

This isn’t the first time this happened. She has gotten him and Winter Christmas presents before, and he of course got pissed and shooed her off. 

But not this time. 

Instead, he took the presents from her hands, lips curling ever so slightly into the ghost of a smile, “Thank you,” he felt like shit. Like every year, he didn’t get her a present. He never did. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!” Winter exclaimed from behind, clamping a hand on Kai’s shoulder, “We got presents for you too. Why don’t you get them, Kai?” she said, batting her eyelashes at her brother in a very obvious way. 

Presents?

Hesitantly, Kai placed down the gifts Y/N had got them, making his way to where Winter was pointing at. Right on the counter, two wrapped gifts. Both addressed to Y/N, however, one was neatly wrapped with Winter’s name on it. The other was rather messy, stating it was from him. He smirked softly, Winter really made sure it looked like he had gotten the present for Y/N, getting his handwriting down and everything. 

And so he found himself handing Y/N the gifts, watching the way her eyes lit up. She looked so fucking cute.

So maybe he didn’t just keep her safe for Winter’s sake.

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART2

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, physical altercation, mentions of blood, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed, lmk if I missed something

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The rest of the dinner was just as awkward as you'd thought it'd be. You can't really come back from your father implying you and your boyfriend just fucked in the bathroom of your childhood home, at the first family 'reunion' in 2 years.

So there you sat, eating your food in silence, waiting -no- begging, that someone cut the tension.

And finally someone does. And as they say, careful what you wish for.

"How many plates have you had, dear?" Your mom asked, looking up from her plate. You look back at her, before glancing at your plate and back to at her again.

"This is my second." You say, mouth full of food. You were thankful that people took your mother's talking as an invitation to also continue their conversations.

"Maybe we should slow down, you know? Save room for dessert, which you clearly don't need." She smiles, as if what she said was the best piece of advice she'd ever given anyone.

Her comments always bothered you, no matter how much you were told to ignore them. But when it came to your weight, it hurt the most. The comments were the worst in high school, as you were a little heavier than the average petite high schooler. But it was never as serious as your mom made it. So when you were a sophomore in high school, you developed an eating disorder, where you couldn't eat even if you tried, where you spent hours crying in front of the mirror, wishing you were skinnier to fit your mother's impossible expectations.

You fought that battle for years, 3 years to be exact. Your mom couldn't help because she saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. She would say, 'It's worth it.' And when you're young, you tend to believe everything your parents say because they'd 'never hurt you.' So after you moved out, Chris helped you get help, and you won your long and cruel battle. Obviously, you still have your days and your moments, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Not with your new family. People who actually cared.

"S'cuse me?" You say, your voice laced with agitation.

"Well, honey, you don't want to get fat again, do you?" She said, shoveling broccoli into her mouth.

You had stopped chewing completely, making sure you heard her correctly. You looked over at Chris, who was looking at your mom with his jaw clenched. You look back at your mom and out your hand on Chris's thigh as to tell him to relax.

You felt him put his hand over yours and squeeze, a symbol of reassurance.

You sit back in your seat, looking at your plate in defeat. Guess you were done for the night. But your dad wasn't. In fact, your dad was drunk.

"Oh, honey, leave her alone. She's not nearly as huge as she used to be." He slurred, taking another sip from his beer.

"Okay, this isn't neces-" you start, only to be cut off by your parents. Shocker.

"What do you mean? I mean, look at her, David. She's just as big as she was in high school." You mom says gesturing to you.

Your heart dropped, anger and embarrassment filling your veins. "What the fuck, mom?!" You cry out. "Not only is that something you shouldn't say about people, especially your fucking kid, but I'm also right in front of you. At least have some decency to shit-talk me in private." You remove your hand from your boyfriends lap.

Your mom looks at you in shock, and your dad squints at you. "Woah, woah, relax dear. It's not only your fault. You can't help it." She said, reaching for your hand.

You pull your hand away, a look of disgust covering your face. "I don't want to hear that, mom, why's my weight always been a big fucking obsession of yours?" You snap. You feel Chris's hand on your thigh, which you push off quickly. Usually, when you're angry, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.

"It's not my fault. You were huge. I was trying to help you. Nobody wants a pig as their bride, y/n." She spits. Her words feel like daggers, stabbing into your heart.

"You weren't trying to help. You were doing this for yourself. You never cared about it. You only did it because it made you look good to have skinny, petite children. I'm not you or any of them." You gesture to you siblings. The conversations had stopped by now, all of them watching as you and your parents bickered. Embarrassing. "You're a selfish bitch, who never cared about anybody else but herself a-"

"Hey! You watch how you speak to your mother!" Your dad stands up, and instinctively, so did you and your siblings. James and Peter were the first up, while Julia walked over and made sure Maya wasn't in the room.

Nick, Matt, and Chris all stood up too, but they weren't sure what to do, which you would've found funny, but considering the circumstances...

"Let's all relax, okay." Peter attempts to butt in. He's always been so soft-spoken, but if he needs to, he'll beat the shit outta someone. You knew what he was capable of. You'd seen it when your first boyfriend cheated on you.

Your dad directed his attention to Peter. "You shut the fuck up. You have no room to speak because you're a sorry excuse for a son." He drunkenly pointed at Peter.

"You're talking. You can't even see straight half the time, let alone be eligible to give advice." James, your younger brother spits.

Ah, you'd taught him well.

"You watch your mouth before I knock you the fuck out." Your dad spits, and that seems to shut James up. It breaks your heart knowing your father hadn't changed, and when you left, probably laid hands on your younger siblings. And it appears as though Peter's heart broke, too.

Peter stepped closer to your dad, with the same face of anger you'd seem many times before. "You hit them too, Dad? After what you promised!?" He said, his voice raised.

It was all too much. There are too many memories, too many flashbacks. There are too many similarities of past events.

"O-okay, Peter, relax." You attempt, knowing how fast this could escalate. You hold Chris's hand and squeeze tightly.

"Yeah, listen to the pig, Peter." Your father gritted his teeth.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm gonna need you to stop calling your daughter a pig." You hear an unexpected voice. Chris.

Your dad whips his head, staring at Chris with his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. Little did he know, Chris played hockey, and his brothers, who wouldn't hesitate to jump in, also played hockey.

"Chri-" You start.

"No, no, I'd like to hear what he has to say." Your father mocks.

"No! No, please let's just sto-" you get cut off again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N." Your dad yells, taking very quick steps to you.

Chris stood in front of you, Peter and James behind your father.

"Move." He growled at Chris.

Chris sucked his teeth, with fake disappointment on his face. "Sorry, can't do that one, sir."

Your dad huffed, allowing Chris to smell every sip of alcohol he'd drunk. "Move." He stated again.

Chris shook his head. "That's my daughter! Get the fuck out of the way, tough guy."

Chris cocked his head. "Really, because based off what I've seen, you sure don't talk to her like it." He spoke, his voice calm, but stern.

That was it. Your dad snapped. He swung his fist, hitting Chris in the nose. "Dad! What the fuck!" You say.

You watch as Chris doubles over, holding his nose, followed by yelling from everyone in the room. You can't understand anything, but you do know that your dad's got his hands around your collar and is holding you close to his face.

You feel the tears start to fall as the scent of alcohol burns your nose. "You're a little bitch, letting this puny excuse of a man speak to me like that."

"Let her go, dad!" James screamed, followed by Peter's yelling.

You look over and make eye contact with your mom. She stood there, arms crossed, not a single expression on her face. She just let it happen.

Your dad shook you. "LOOK AT ME." He shouted in your face. You closed your eyes, as tears began to fall.

"CHRIS NO!" Nick yells. That's all you hear before you dropped. You didn't realize he was choking you until he let go. You look up and see Chris on top of your dad, landing blows like he if were in a hockey game. Your dad got a few heavy punches in, too, as you expected.

Chris had a bloody nose, a bloody lip, and crimson knuckles. Blood stained his big hands, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your father's.

Matt and Nick finally managed to push Chris out of the house, leaving you and your family. Your dad was still screaming drunk profanities, while James made sure you were okay. Peter and your mom held your dad back from chasing your boyfriend.

You had walked out of the dining room and went to sit on the stairs. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself slip into a familiar but unfamiliar trance. You were completely unaware of your surroundings at this point, so lost in your brain that the rest of your body was just frozen.

You don't know how long you are disassociating for, but you heard muffled shouting until you didn't. The yelling was replaced with ringing, something your brain did as a coping mechanism, mostly when you were young and hiding with your siblings in the bathroom while your dad trashed your home.

"-aby, can you take a deep breath from me?" You look up, but your vision is blurred, and you can't make out who's speaking - or anything for that matter.

You blink slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It usually took you a while to come back to reality during these moments.

"Can someone get her a cup of water?" You hear the voice again, and despite your yearning to speak, you can't get any words out. Your mouth opens, and you try to speak, but it comes out more of a choked whine.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart, it's okay." Chris wipes the tears coming for your cheeks. Your pupils were enlarged, and your eyes were open, but you couldn't see.

"Thank you." Chris muttered as Matt handed him a cup of ice water. "Here, baby." He put his hands in the icy water, shaking them, so his hands are damp. He took your hands, which had a death grip on your hoodie, and rubbed his cold fingers over your knuckles.

You focused on the feeling of his frigid fingers and you felt yourself coming back to reality.

You blink quickly as more tears fall. "Aw ma, don't cry, it's okay, sweetheart." Chris coos, placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs on the bone.

His attempts to ground you are successful, as your eyes finally focus on his eyes. "Hey, hey, you coming back to me, baby?" Chris asks, his voice soothingly attempting to comfort you.

You nod absent-mindedly, relief flooding your body as you come back to reality.

You take in your surroundings for the first time in what felt like forever. You're sat on the stairs, your hands shaking from the adrenaline flowing through your veins.

You finally make eye contact with Chris, his eyes full of love and worry. He's got a bruise on the side of his face, a busted lip, and blood falling from his nose, smeared on his upper lip.

"Chris..." you say, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks down to his lip, frowning when he winced. "Baby..."

He pulls away, chuckling lightly. "It's fine, baby, I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He squeezed your hips in reassurance.

"I'm okay." You say. But then your mind screams at you. "Fuck, where's Maya... an-and, James. Oh, fuck, what about Julia and Pet-" your cut off by Chris's lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, your hands trailing down his neck.

He pulls away and smiles sadly. "Thank you." You whisper, looking down. "Anytime, baby. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning his forehead on yours.

You shake your head. "It's okay, he's a fucking asshole." Chris kisses your cheek. "Let's get outta here? I made a little bit of a mess."

You raise your eyebrows. "A little?" Chris kisses his teeth and scoffs.

You smile and kiss his cheek. "Anybody would've done it, Chris. It's okay, really." You speak softly.

Chris smiles and helps you up. "Let's go home." He leads you down the stairs and reaches for the door.

But it opens before he can open it.

"Oh my god."

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(Man, I wonder who that is)

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[21sbaby]

Shocker| m.celebrini

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!OC

warnings: swearing, cringey, violence (sorta?), not proofread

A/n: I’m finally writing about this absolute cutie!! Also I need more hockey moots bro. 😔

Briar loved soccer, she grew up playing, and she believed it would be her one true love. She was absolutely over the moon when she got an offer from UCLA to play soccer, a year early.

UCLA was only known for their football team and basketball teams so the media team decided to begin to do interviews to bring more attention to the team.

Ayla, fhe media coordinator stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting for the girls to walk out. Ayo was the first to walk out, “Ayo, who on the team would you not let date your daughter?” Ayla asked with a smile from behind the camera, “oh..Boone? Is this one of those mini mic interviews?” she asked as she smiled widely, only earning a nod from Ayla.

Sofia walked out next, “Sofia, can I ask you a quick question?” Ayla asked, “Yeah of course!” Sofia replied as she took her air pod out, “Who would you not want to ride next to on the bus?” “Uh, I was going to say Ayo or Boone because I live with them and they are loud but I'm gonna say..Kara Croone.” Sofia said as she walked off.

Briar stuck her head out to get a view at the tunnel, she had heard that girls were being interviewed and she wanted no part of it.

“Boone, I see you.” Ayla laughs, “Ok fine.” she huffs as she walked towards Ayla and her tripod. “Who's you're celebrity crush?” Ayla asked, “Yeah no.” Briar said bluntly as she began to walk off, “MACKLIN CELEBRINI!” Taylor yelled as she ran out of the tunnel, causing Briar to run back to the tripod, “Lies!” she yelled before running off again.

Later that day, Ayla went through the footage and posted it, as a joke she tagged the San Jose sharks in the comments, just to tease Briar. Ayla woke up to an abundance of text messages from Briar.

Briar: YOU’RE SO DEAD WHEN I SEE YOU.

Briar: I'm telling Ayo you ate her yogurt.

Briar: I'm on my way.

Ayla: What did I do??

Briar: You tagged the sharks and THEY COMMENTED.

Ayla: What??

Ayla bolted to Tiktok, and there it was. A comment from the San Jose Sharks. ‘Boone in a 71 Jersey this year?’ read the comment, Ayla laughed loudly as she read the comment, she knew Briar was going to be pissed.

Briar laid in her head, dreading to get out of bed. She was upset at Ayla for tagging them but it wasn't some big secret? *ding* Briar picked up the phone, it was from Instagram.

She clicked on it, it immediately brought her to a dm. “HOLY SHIT,” she yelled out as she realized who it was from.

Ayo came running into the room with an apron on, “What?!?” she said in a panicked voice, “first off, what are you wearing?? Secondly, HE DMMED ME!” she yelled, “firstly, I was baking cookies,” she started as she rolled her eyes at Briar, “Secondly, OH EM GEE!!” she yelled as she jumped onto Briar’s bed and jumped around happily.

Ayo retreated to the kitchen to finish the cookies, or in other words, burn them to a crisp. Briar smiled at her phone before the realized she had left Macklin on seen while they were jumping around like idiots, “Aw fuck” she cursed as she opened the dm and began to type.

Macklin: 🐕

Macklin: Rocky, leave the pretty girl alone! Sorry, he tends to run towards gorgeous women.

Briar: Smooth.

Macklin: Why thank you.

Briar: Of course, of course. To what do I owe the pleasure of you blessing my screen?

Macklin: You come to San Jose often?

Briar: Only when I go to see my sister, she lives in Santa Clara.

Macklin: Oh alright. And how often is that?

Briar: Every other weekend or so?

Macklin: Damn, you should come to a game. I'd love to look up into the stands and see you.

Briar: might have to take you up on that offer.

Macklin: Bet. I’ll buy tickets if you wanna bring a friend?

Briar: Thats sweet. I'd probably bring my sister, but she has a son..

Macklin: I could do 3 tickets.

Briar: Tell me when and ill be there.

Macklin: This weekend?

Briar: Bet.

Briar waited and waited for Friday to come so she could drive to Santa Clara, she told her sister about it and she was over the moon!

Once Friday approached, Briar packed her things and began the 5-hour drive. She sang loudly to music and had conversations with herself the entire drive.

After 5 long hours, she pulled into the driveway of her sister’s house, it was only about 2 pm.

“Sissy!” Her nephew screamed as he ran out the front door to her car to greet her. “Hi, Bubba!” She exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.

“I missed you.” She said as she hugged her sister tightly, “I missed you too.” Madden responded in the crook of her neck, “Griffin, help sissy bring her things inside.” Madden said softly.

Griffin of course tried to grab the heaviest bag he could find. “No no no, I’ve got this one. Why don’t you grab that one?” Briar said as she pointed to a different bag, which was much lighter.

Griffin giggled as he ran in and out of the house, taking her things into the guest room. “He enjoys this too much” Madden giggled at her son.

“You’re telling me.” Briar laughed. Every other weekend Briar came to Santa Clara to help her sister, when griffin was born, his father decided to up and leave, leaving Madden and Griffin all alone. After that day Briar swore she’d do anything to help her sister, so she began going up there during the weekends to take care of him so she could relax.

After 10 minutes they finally got all her bags into the guest room, she didn’t even bother unpacking. She plopped down on the couch and watched Bluey with Griffin.

“I gotta go to work, I’ll see you later,” Madden said softly, trying not to sleep the now-sleeping child on the couch. Briar nodded as her sister left.

She was nervous, what if he decided he didn’t want her to come to the game? That’d be so embarrassing.. she thought to herself.

She scrolled on Instagram when she got a notification that someone followed her, she did as she usually does and checked out their account.

He was a hockey player, but the one thing that stuck out to her was his name. “Will Smith? Who the hell names their kid Will Smith?” She asked herself before realizing that Macklin and the Will Smith kid were teammates.

Before she knew it, she was knocked out asleep on the couch. When she woke up it was 3 am, Madden’s door was shut and so was Griffin's. The hum of the fan rang in her ears as she stared at the ceiling.

“what am I doing here..” she mumbled to herself as she thought about her current situation, later that day she’d be seeing the guy she had the biggest crush on, play hockey. It was insane.

The hum of the fan slowly lulled her back to sleep, she woke up again at 3:45 pm. “Bri?” Madden asked softly as she shook her, “hm..?” she murmured, still half asleep.

“The game starts at 7 and it’s almost 4, and you still need to shower..also you take forever to get ready.” Madden said softly, “mhm.” Briar murmured again before sliding off the couch and waking herself up.

She tumbled into the guest room to grab her things before heading to the shower, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower.

The steaming hot water felt amazing on her skin, it quite literally melted away all her nerves. She stayed in the shower for 30 minutes before finally getting out to finish getting ready, what was she even meant to wear to a hockey game?

She stumbled out of the bathroom and tore through her bag, attempting to find something cute.

She settled on a denim mini skirt, a red going-out top, and her black oversized leather jacket, seeing as it was a hockey rink made of ice.

After finally getting dressed she waltzed into the bathroom to finish her makeup and hair. She hummed to Chappell Roan as she curled her hair. It was crazy to her that in less than an hour now, she’d be seeing Macklin.

Part of her was excited, but the other part of her was terrified. She was so insanely scared he wouldn’t like her after he saw her tonight.

Madden, Griffin, and Briar all got in Briar’s car and drove to the area. Griffin blabbed about how it was called the shark tank, “Sissy did you know that SJ Sharkie has a 4-wheeler?” Griffin asked as he watched out the window. “No, I did not! That’s so cool Bubba.” She said softly, Madden smiled at her sweetly.

The truth was, Briar hated kids, always has, and probably always will. Griffin however was a different story, maybe it was just because he was Madden’s but she loved that little boy more than life itself.

She’d do anything for him, in a sense she was like his second mom, she’d grown to be more of an active figure in his life than his father ever had been.

They pulled into the parking lot of the arena, Briar helped Griffin out of his car seat while Madden grabbed her purse.

“Will you take him to go watch warm-ups while I get food?” Madden asked, “Yeah, no problem. Let’s go!” Briar exclaimed as she and griffin skipped off, hand in hand.

Damn, he got us good seats..she thought to herself as she walked down the aisle with Griffin on her hip, he’d given up on walking as soon as they got in the doors.

She watched as the guys skated around, shooting pucks under each other’s legs, goofing off with fans and so much more. Griffin stood right at the glass as he watched people skate by.

A guy skated up to the glass, waved at Griffin, then threw a puck over for him. Once he turned around, she realized who it was. “Celebrini” was pasted on the back of his jersey.

He glanced up and made direct eye contact with Briar, he nervously looked at the ground and then back up, sending her a small smile, which she returned.

Madden walked down the aisle and admired the puck in Griffin’s hand, “where did he get that?” She asked. “Macklin.” Briar responded with a smile, “I hope he doesn’t think you have a son now.” Madden smiled, “No he knows Griff is yours.” Briar laughed.

The game started well, by the end of the first quarter Philadelphia had scored 2, but they could always come back. By the end of the 2nd quarter, it wasn’t looking good.

Philadelphia had scored again and the sharks just couldn’t pull it together. Macklin looked for Briar in the stands every time Philadelphia scored like she was his last hope. She’d just give him a reassuring smile.

It was obvious that the sharks weren’t going to win unless they pulled it together, quickly. Philadelphia scored once more. There were only a few seconds on the clock when one of the Philadelphia rookies dropped his stick and shoved Macklin.

Of course, Macklin shoved him back, then the rookie shoved him again then followed up with a punch. Macklin was in shock, he tumbled backward and quickly turned to the refs, as to say “What the hell?”

It was a rough game, most definitely. Macklin walked out of the tunnel and made a B-line for Briar. “Hey..” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey.” She said softly, “He got you good.” She laughed softly as she looked at his bottom lip. “yeah. I know.” He chuckled softly at her words.

“You look pretty.” Macklin said softly as he looked her up and down, “Thank you.” She smiled at him. “How long are you staying for?” He asked, “Probably till Tuesday.” She replied.

“We should hang out.” He smirked, “I agree. Get lunch or something?” She asked, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Monday?” Macklin asked with a small smile.

“It’s a date!” she smiled, “I’m looking forward to it.” He replied, “damn. It’s late, and Bud is slumped..you two should probably get going. I don’t wanna keep you.” He continued as he looked at Griffin who had fallen asleep sometime during the 2nd quarter.

Madden nodded softly in agreement, “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.” She smiled as they walked off. Will walked up behind Macklin, “You’re so whipped.” He teased as he patted his shoulder before walking off, leaving Macklin to just think about the last few minutes.

© TOOOSTER & TOOOSTERDUOS. all works are made by me, I only post on tumblr. If i see any of my works else where or on another persons account, I will block and report you.

[ella8rikii]

And she cried, over nothing

Synopsis- Heeseung came home from work eager to see you, as you came over. But things turn out differently when you start crying.

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Usually you were loud and a generally happy, cheerful person but today you had been “off”. And when Heeseung asked you what was bothering you, you broke, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed. As soon as you started crying he immediately jumped into action. Arms grabbing you and pulling you on his lap, as he cradled you. “Just let it out baby, I’m right here” he reassured you, he wasn’t going anywhere.

He hated seeing you like this, so vulnerable body shaking and sobs filling the room. You had never cried in front of Heeseung or anyone, you liked to play tough dealing with your problems quietly, so seeing you cry was a shocker, a big one. Even his members were shocked to hear the sobs, while they stood outisde the door. You were just so happy no one would have guessed you were feeling the slightest bit sad.

Your whole body was shaking grabbing onto Heeseung a hoodie, like you were scared he would disappear. He held you tight making sure you knew he got you. Your breath was hitching and you could barley breath do to your sobbing. “Shh baby, follow my breath” he said taking slow deep breath, you tried but the sobs just took over. “It okay, it’s okay to cry” he drew soft circles on your lower back.

A while later your sobbing had slowed down, just slight cry’s coming from your mouth. “There we go, my good girl” his voice was soft, like he was afraid you’d break again. “You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, I hate to see you like this. Bottling up your emotions, I want you to be able to talk to me about what your feeling not just the good but the bad aswell” the tone in his voice showed he really meant what he said.

“I- I just” your head was buried in the crook of his neck so your voice was muffled. “I can’t understand you pretty?” He said rubbing your back “I don’t want you to worry about me when I know you have your own stuff to deal with” he frowned as you said that “baby all I care about is you, I want you to tell me stuff” he still held you tight making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m sorry” you voiced cracked as you said that. “Oh pretty, there’s nothing to be sorry for” his hand held your waist as the other one caressed your hair.

“Let me get you some water?” He said rubbing your back. “Don’t leave.” You said scared, as if he would never come back. “Angel, I’ll be 30 seconds tops, okay?” He said as he put you down from his lap. As he walked into the kitchen he sees Sunoo. “Is she okay?” He asked concern in his voice. “Yeah just bottled up some stuff and needed to cry, she’s okay now though” he says as he gets a glass from the cupboard. “I just feel so bad, like I’m not there enough for her y’know. I hate having to see her like this.” Sunoo’s heart breaks as he here’s him say that “hey, your not a bad boyfriend, in fact your one of the best ones I’ve ever seen. You always put her needs first, take care of her, deal with her when she’s cranky and give her all your attention. Don’t pull yourself down because of this” Heeseung’s eyes meet Sunoo’s as he says that. “Thanks bro, that means a lot”

As he walked back into the room, he meets your figure laying in his sheets eyes closed. He thought you were asleep but then your puffy red eyes meet his. “Hey angel, you should take a nap.” He smiled at you. “Will you stay with me?” You asked, he chuckles “of course, angel”

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sorry for being inactive, been a bit busy with school :(

[akirathedramaqueen]

Only one person has the power to make Stolas cry

And I'll keep the intrigue just a little bit longer so you can try to guess for yourself and experience the kind of satisfaction I had once I pieced it all together. And, oh boy, did it click!

Okay, so today, after a rather passionate conversation with @tealvenetianmask about how fandom seems to perceive Stolas as overly emotional and soft demon, we started rummaging through all the scenes where Stolas actually cried. We were blown off by some revelations.

First note: it's actually not much. Our owl appears to be very sturdy and often bites back when attacked, rather than shutting down as one might expect.

Second note... Better let me show you. Let's walk through all the 'Stolas cries' scenes and see what is happening there, and answer the question, "What, or rather who, sets him off the rails?"

This is your last chance to place your bets and educated guesses. Because below are big clues, and, eventually, answer.

Circus

We follow up on Stolas shortly after the disastrous date at Ozzie's - arguably, a couple of hours later. He looks absolutely miserable. He has boozed himself to unconsciousness. His eyeliner is ruined from earlier tears. He groans, either from headache or emotional turmoil, grabs three Happy pills, and shoves them down his throat.

Whatever happened at this club ruined our bird, to the point he's looking for anything to avoid being alone with his thoughts.

Western Energy

One shed tear. That's all Stolas allows himself. That's what I am talking about when I claim he is actually very tough. He is being tortured, mutilated, and by this point, he has a pretty good understanding that his demise is likely inevitable.

And you know what he does in response? He talks back. He cuts through Striker's bullshit about royals taking everything from him and points out that his killer took a contract from a royal. He literally humiliates Striker with sex jokes and mocks his oversized dick on the statue ego. Figuratively, he spits death in its face.

The Full Moon

Stolas is destroyed.

This meeting was nerve-wracking even before it happened - all the preparation, insecurities, misunderstandings of the past, and lingering, terrifying questions (He loves me? He loves me not?).

It takes weeks to set everything in motion. He planned it meticulously. He scripted every word, every movement of his body, every subtle tone in his voice.

But he forgot that there was another party in this play. The party who was not given the script and is burdened with his own trauma. One shitty assumption, one poorly-thought-out action, and here it is - mockery, avoidance, a fight... and tears. His first meltdown he wasn't able to conceal.

His worst nighmares came true, or so he convinced himself. He loves me not.

Apology Tour

Our last stop on our 'we-love-being-tortured-by-crying-Stolas' tour is here.

The wound is still fresh, bleeding even, and here he comes, rubbing salt into it. Someone Stolas still desperately wants. Someone who was infinitely brash, rude, and aggressive just this morning. Someone who doubled down on statements that made Stolas believe this particular someone hates him.

That someone tries to talk. To explain. To apologize. Wonders how Stolas could actually care about him. Says the prince is better off without him.

Fuck... The prince came here to forget, to wipe that someone (okay, it's getting increasingly hard to pretend it's not obvious yet) from his memory, at least for the night, and he still won't let Stolas go.

He breaks into tears, crushed, reassured he can't have anyone who would hold him, who would say he is the only one, but recuperates shortly after - he was taught better than this.

Okay, are we ready for the shocker of the year?

It's Blitzø.

It was his date with Blitzø at Ozzie's, where he was ignored, humiliated, and was told that their relatioship was only about sex, and that he was the one who made it clear.

It was Blitzø turning down (or so he thought) his distress call, leading him to believe he was left alone to die.

It was Blitzø mocking his confession and assuming it was just a fucking roleplay.

Finally, it was Blitzø haunting him since that very morning and, albeit with better intentions, still hurting him beyond his abilities to recover.

The only person who tore his soul apart enough to break his inpenetrable mask - built up by decades of gritted teeth, restraint, and bravery - was the one he probably cares about the most.

It was not Octavia, whom he holds close to his heart but couldn’t allow to see him depressed. He had to be strong for her; he needed to raise and support her.

It was not Stella, whom he endured for years, yet did not satisfy her wish to see him whimper. He talked back, argued, ignored, and seethed. But he never gave in.

It was him. An imp who stole his grimoire and gave him the best time of his life, however sad that may sound.

Now, thanks for joining this drama in four acts. You may pull out your handkerchiefs and ugly cry right here, in your places. Don't hold it in.

Because I don't.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Sonic x male reader that is Sonic’s bisexual awakening, I just wanna see him in denial over his first boycrush <33

“Woah, I’m Bisexual! I Didn’t Know That!”

Pairing: Sonic x Male Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Sonic always thought he was straight. I mean, he’d never been in a romantic relationship before, but to him, that was besides the point. Until you came along.

Notes: Ahhh, LGBTQ+ stuff, my beloved. I will always take Sonic being a bisexual disaster on my bingo card. Hope you enjoy!

(Reader will use He/Him pronouns.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Sonic never once thought he wasn’t straight.

…He had never been in a romantic relationship before, but that didn’t matter, did it?

Surely not!

Boy oh boy, was he wrong.

It was a typical day for Sonic; he was taking a stroll through the forest (not running, I know, what a shocker), when a shadow loomed above him, catching him out of his thoughts.

Turns out a giant, flying Egg-Robot was above him, about to ambush him, but before it could, it was knocked away by a large…mallet?

The robot staggers, shaking its head before looking towards its attacker.

You.

You called your mallet back to you, holding it in a fighting position.

“Hey, ya big bully! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” you ask it.

The Egg-Robot flies towards you, trying to attack, but you jump out of the way, landing on a tree branch above the robot.

The robot looks around, confused, only for you to jump down and smash it with your mallet, scrap flying everywhere.

You let out a whistle, looking at the destruction, before going over to Sonic, swinging your mallet over your shoulder.

“You good, blue?” you ask him.

“O-Oh, uh, yeah! Thanks for the save!” Sonic says, giving a thumbs-up, really hoping his face isn't red. Why is his heart beating so fast?!

“Heh, no problem. Always happy to help someone in need,” you tell him.

You pull out a piece of paper and a pen from your bag, writing down something before giving it to Sonic. “Call me if you need help again. See you around, cutie.”

You give Sonic a wink before heading off, leaving a red-faced Sonic to figure out what just happened.

“C…Cutie?” Sonic questions.

Looking down at the paper, it seems to have two things written on it; your name, and your phone number.

Oh, he has got to call that when he has the time.

(I’ll write a part two if someone requests it!)

[vhyunjinverse]

What they don’t know won’t hurt them

f!reader x aaron “hotch” hotchner (18+)

Imagine being literal Enemies to Lovers with Hotch..

The way you absolutely aggravate him in so many ways- he can’t stand it. The way he nearly treats you as if you yourself is an unsub is insane. You piss him off.

The feeling’s mutual. You couldn’t stand him much either. You always seemed to compete in a way. The team would expect that of Morgan- but Hotch? It’s a shocker that even Rossi brought to attention.

He never paired you together with him even on cases. You never worked together it seemed. You never sat close on the jet- hell even when you all went to Rossi’s on the weekends you were on opposite ends of the marble counter.

It made the team wonder just what was wrong. It made Garcia upset when she brought up the issue between you two, Hotch telling her quickly to “drop it, Penelope.” They had no idea why you two just hated each other so much.

They had no idea…

“That’s a good girl..take it like I know you can.” A soft groan fell from Aaron’s lips. You moan, hands gripping his shoulders while you bounced on his cock. His hands held onto your hips, his tongue darting out to lick your nipple. Your perfect breast bouncing to the rhythm you came down to. “Hotch-“ You whimpered out. One of his hands moved to rub over your sensitive clit. Your pussy was so wet from his big cock fucking so deeply into you.

He hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over. How you wanted him to lay you over his desk and take you there like he had done the first time. Or how he held your head against the polished wood while your hands were behind your back, his cock deep inside of you. The door was shut and locked, the blinds closed. Everyone was outside- it was a normal work day. They’d never know you were riding Hotch, him filling your cunt like he promised he would. They’d never know. They didn’t have to know.

They didn’t understand all of that hate was sexual frustration the two of you quickly fixed when it became too much.

“I’m-I’m cumming..” Your thighs shook. There’s a small smile in his face, his lips moving over to kiss yours, “Cum for me.. my good girl..”

“Oh fuck-“ Your eyes rolled as that wave washed over you. You mentally couldn’t take another ‘good girl’ out of him.

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KEN DATING YOU IN THE REAL WORLD!! <3

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Here are some Kenons of Ryan!Ken dating reader that is from the real world!

Contains of — How you and Ken met, How Ken is during a relationship, Love languages, And just basic “ girlfriend and boyfriend “ things

Pairing — Ryan!Gosling Ken X Fem!Reader

Note — bro I love this movie so much and I thought I would write for him!! After some Ken appreciation I’ll go back to writing for Wednesday and Rocky also guys REQUEST STUFF please keep me busy I’ll be updating my master list as well <3

Might be long sorry pookie

— MEETING

— let’s start off how you two met. You recently have moved to LA from Nevada to pursue your career of modeling, and of course you had no idea where anything is, you needed directions on where the nearest gas station is.

— the closest person near you was this attention-grabbing guy wearing a rather bold statement of an outfit, a black cowboy outfit with a pink bandanna tied around his neck, and oh before I forget a white cowboy hat 💀.

— people definitely don’t dress like that in Nevada but this is LA so this is probably normal you thought ( why?Idk ) so you asked the man

“ hi! Excuse me, do you know where the nearest gas station is, I just moved here so I’m not very familiar with the area! “

— Ken of course was very surprised, shocked,confused,happy and people might even say honored to be asked for DIRECTIONS by a women, it was a culture shock moment for him but was extremely happy to fulfill your question.

— big shocker, as handsome Ken was, he was no help, so you stop by the local police station for directions just to find him there again do you know why?no, but it worked out in your favor because I can say you two starting seeing each other more after that incident.

- you guys started seeing each other for a good month before he asked you out, I’m convinced he falls in love easily so it wasn’t long till he asked you if he can be your boyfriend and you best believe he was the happiest man on earth when you said yes

He was so hoping you weren’t like Barbie and just gonna friend zone him 😪

- ACTIONS

— now let’s get into how he behaves in a relationship, technically he was in one before you ( with Barbie ) but they never did girlfriend and boyfriend things and he didn’t felt or was treated like a boyfriend so to him, your guys relationship was his very first and was excited to make it your best one yet

- he is very new to this so excuse him if he is extremely clingy and overly affectionate with and towards you, you can say it’s just in his nature ( bro is literally a accessory Mattel’s words not mine )

- as for love languages he doesn’t really know much about them, he considers those love languages as just normal girlfriend and boyfriend things but when you tell him about it then he’ll understand it’s just a preferred way of showing love

- personally I think he will be big on public display of affection, he would love holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and would have no shame in doing so, he will be slighty disappiointed ( more like insecure) if YOU aren’t big on PDA as he is

- but if you are he will just be off the roof just excited that your as happy to touch him and he is to touch you. But it wasn’t always this easy, he was honestly kinda nervous to even touch you, being rejected so many times he didn’t want to expect the same treatment or make you uncomfortable

- how you two starting showing more physical intimacy it was during your first “ sleepover “ you guys were having a wonderful time but it finally came down to you guys sleeping, and of course the sleeping arrangements were you two in the same bed

- when you two laid down you guys were just sticks not moving or anything it was intensely awkward, it took you to make a move and hold his hand, obviously his cheeks turned into a light pink tint and looked at you instantly with love in his eyes

— it was an amazing feeling for him but he wanted more, he wanted to have you against his chest holding onto him, like hugging but he didn’t know the term in the real world it was just hugging to him

“ can I hug you? while laying down? “

— you obviously smile at the hugging part but you wanted nothing more than the same thing so you move much closer to him and hug him very tightly and say

“ this is what cuddling is “

— every since that day you guys were physically affectionate with each other and enjoyed every single minute of it, now Ken tries to hug, kiss and touch you everywhere now that you guys started getting more intimate ( wholesomely )

- while he is looking for a job he probably is a house husband for awhile, so before you go to work ken will probably write you sweet notes and put it in your lunch box or on the fridge, wherever he knows you’ll be able to read it

— LOVE LANGUAGES

physical touch

— as we establish he adores physical touch and he will always try to be in contact with you physically, he just loves the way your guys skin feel with each other and the emotional connection between you guys, it is something he will never ever get over

— Especially kisses. Wether it’s pecks on the lips or full blown passionate making out it makes him feel like on another world and extremely happy. While cuddling makes him feel soft, and comfortable and Just really relaxed within your vibe and touch

— one thing he does ( I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic ) is once you’ve fallen asleep he will just stare at you and move strands of hair out of your face just admiring you and wondering how lucky he is to be your Ken

Words of affirmations

— other than physical touch, I think words of affirmations is the way he likes being shown love, being shown praise is something that makes him feel delighted ( horny ) and overall important towards you, wether it’s a compliment or a genuine message you tell him, he will love and hold it dearly to his heart

— he would definitely verbally express his love for you, a lots of “i love you“ “you are so gorgeous“ “you are amazing“ “ you are doing a wonderful job “ and so much more, i believe he just wants you to know you are amazing and that he will always appreciate you

“ i love you y/n you are the best thing that has every happened to me and you’ve made me feel enough and important and I love you for that and you are like so cool “

— the first time you said I love you or something along the lines of that, bro literally gasps and is in shock because he never expected a you to say that to someone like him and it definitely has made his day ( more like his life )

Gift giving

— i think these would be the last on this list, when he does get a job, he would probably just buy anything horse related but knowing how obsessive he is, he is definitely a good listener and would know whenever you want or need something and definitely buy it in a heart beat

— but on rare occasions when you guys are out somewhere he will see small things like a leaf or a coin and literally give it to you because it either represents a feature of yours or just reminds you of him in some weird romantic way

— on the other hand he would love JUST LOVE and deeply cherish every single gift or thing you give him, no matter if you bought it, stole it, made it, found it he will love it, honestly he will love anything you even touch

— probably after your work or his work, he will buy you a little something and some flowers just to see a smile on your face, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him and will keeping doing anything to make or see you smile

Quality time

— i dont think he will view this as an act of love but just something you do on a daily, just being next to each other or just being in the same house makes him comfortable knowing you are just there with him

— however anytime you guys are doing something like sleepover activities he will love it, and make him feel appreciated knowing you want to do these things with him instead of your friends

— but if it’s simpler things like getting food,walking around,going to the mall he wouldn’t necessarily think to much on it during the moment but at night he will definitely look back at those wonderful times between you two and truly value the time you guys spend together

— DATES

— dates will definitely be something special between you guys even thought they are probably the average dates you see in the movies it is still cute and memorable for Ken since he hasn’t been able to experience something like that in Barbieland

- the dates with include some movie dates, getting ice cream or frozen yogurt, walking together to go get lunch, beach dates he will absolutely die seeing you in a bathing suit, going to the park to feed ducks, or just cuddling in bed watching movies

- as obviously as this is i probably still have to state this, his favorite date will definitely be anything beach related he loves the sun, playing volleyball, surfing, building sand castles seeing how the beach world is in the real world he does get slightly obsessed with it for awhile and is the only place he wants to be at for the summer

- but he will definitely listen to you and what dates YOU enjoy, he wants to make you happy and would want to do anything to maintain that happiness so he will go do activities that interest you or make you excited even if it isn’t his cup of tea, just as long he can go surfing after hehehe his rules not mine

— LAST ONE. PET NAMES

— for the first ones it is plain and simple, the obvious babe and baby, he will use both but I think he will use babe the most, it’s simple it’s casual just an everyday thing he can use but when he wakes up all tired and sleepy he will use

“ hmm good morning baby “

— when he discovers any pet names in any other languages that sound remotely cool and romantic to him be will throw them at you 24/7, like Mi Amor or Hermosa, it will take awhile for him to go back to babe and baby

— when you use pet names on him it will drive him absolutely insane, just hearing those words come out of your mouth makes him all giggly and excited but he will want to remind chill and cool about it but most of the time doesn’t succeed

— he loves the nicknames handsome, baby, and my love but when he hears how you refer him to other people he just goes into a state of shock he will fall face first when he hears you refer him as “ my man “ towards other people he just goes like “ AAAAAAA”

- he loves calling you pet names and he loves hearing you call him pet names it is and will always be the highlight of his morning,evening and night and he still gets giggly about it no Mather how many times you call him that

I Hope you guys enjoy this!!! I hope this wasn’t as cringe or bad grammar I really tried my best to get this Ken character down to a T so I really pray this suits him as a character and that it reminds you of Ken and that you enjoy! Let me know if i should make a part two or any other new topics or prompts for Ken, put it in my request box 🫶