#sometimes it's sad sometimes it's happy but they just make me suck my breath in and tears just come out

[mercymaker]

almost 2am here so rambling time but gah

i miss my literary analysis classes. i miss that writing group i was invited to years ago. i miss just going absolutely nuts over a text. i miss discussing writing, characters. i miss the feedback. i miss getting excited hearing an older lady's memoirs on soviet-era nuclear plants. i miss the exciting stories of an irish immigrant. i miss the beautifully written, soul-touching tales full of mythos from a hawaiian woman. i miss having someone listening to me reading my stories, patiently waiting for me to go through the motions, only to tell me things that they found exciting or enjoyable in my text.

above all, i just miss the sense of community. the connection. finding beauty in all sorts of art forms. being alone in a foreign country, with relatively niche interests is just.. a lot sometimes

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[katsu28]

snowfall

pairing: lando norris x best friend!reader

summary: when plans with your family fall through at the last minute, lando invites you to come home with him for the holidays. (3.8k)

a/n: the big finale!!! lando is so best friends to lovers coded, i couldn’t resist. does it snow in the uk in december, probably not but it’s for the plot so bear with me pls <3 happy holidays everyone!!

“Yeah, of course. Yes, mum, I understand. No, I’ll be fine, I promise. Okay. Okay, I love you too. Cheers, see you when you get back.” 

You end the call with a heavy sigh, tossing your phone away from you on the sofa.

That was your mum on the phone, telling you that her and your father wouldn’t be home for Christmas this year. You’d planned on going home to celebrate with them like you always do, but for the first time ever in your life, it looked like you were going to be spending Christmas alone. 

It was bound to happen sometime in your life, really. You’re an adult now, still trying to find your place and your people in this world. 

Speaking of your people, Lando has just made his way into McLaren hospitality, head on a swivel until his eyes land on you. He takes notice of your downtrodden demeanor immediately, marches his way over to where you are with gusto and plops down next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks bluntly, dark brows furrowed in concern. 

You inhale a deep breath, forcing a smile onto your face to respond. “Nothing. How was testing?” 

“Fine. Seriously, what’s going on? Why do you look so sad?” He demands, but not unkindly or rudely. Just simply how Lando is with you, direct and to the point. It’s one of many ways he is around those he cares for. 

“I was planning on going home to spend Christmas with my family, but my parents aren’t going to make it home in time,” You confess. Your finger picks at the loose thread of your sweater sleeve, a welcome distraction from the lump threatening to form in your throat. 

Lando frowns. “Oh. M’sorry to hear that. That sucks.” 

“Yeah. Looks like I’ll be spending the holidays on my own this year.”

“What? No, you can’t spend Christmas alone. That sounds so sad.” 

“I’ll be fine, Lando,” You chuckle, patting his knee. It does indeed sound sad, but you won’t have Lando all worried about you when he should be celebrating with his loved ones. He’s got a lot to celebrate this year, and you don’t want your situation to take away from any of it. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Come spend Christmas with me.” 

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. Lando is one of your best friends, sure, but joining him for something like this seems too imposing of you. Despite being close with his family, you can’t do this to them so last minute. After a long year, this is their time with Lando. 

You shake your head immediately, wrinkling your nose. “No way. I wouldn’t want to barge in on your family time.”

“C’mon, you wouldn’t be! My family loves you.” He shrugs. “I mean, you’re basically an honorary Norris already at this point, and I think my sisters might love you more than they love me.” 

That makes you laugh. “Shut up, no they don’t!” 

“Uh, yeah they do.” 

“Okay, maybe they do. I’m just that easy to love.” 

“Yeah, you are,” He says, smiling softly. Your head cocks to the side at the pure warmth in his tone, and it seems to make him snap out of whatever trance he’s in, because he gives his head a subtle shake. “Seriously, come home with me. It’ll be fun. Way more fun than just sitting around at home watching those boring home improvement shows you seem to like so much.” 

“Hey! Those shows are fun!” You huff, swatting him on the thigh. 

“Sure they are,” He says, still unbelieving. “So what do you say? Christmas with the Norrises, how ‘bout it?” 

You let out a breathy chuckle, nodding. “Okay. Yeah, that sounds lovely.” 

“Mint! I’ll go let my mum know.” He beams, bouncing to his feet. “Better let Flo and Cisca know too, they’d kill me if I brought you round and didn't tell them ahead of time.” 

“Lando?” You call after him. He whirls around with an arched brow, phone already in hand. “Thank you.” 

“Of course. I’d never let you spend the holidays alone.”  

Looks like this Christmas might not be so bad after all. 

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The first thing you hear when you climb out of the car at Lando’s family’s house is a shout of your name. 

Before you can even register who might be calling you, a little body crashes into your legs, arms wrapping around your knees tightly. Now you know who it is, and you grin. 

“Why hello, miss Mila!” You chirp, kneeling down to be at her level. She giggles loudly at the finger you boop against her nose, throwing her arms around your neck as best she can, and you lift her up onto your hip. “Are you excited for Christmas?” 

“Christmas!” She cheers. Lando wanders over to the two of you from the boot of the car at that moment, and the second Mila spots him, she grins even wider than you’d thought was possible. “Lala!!!” She squeals, reaching out for him. 

Lando takes her into his arms, swings her around a little bit, beaming brightly at the peals of laughter that escape her with every swing. “My goodness, you’ve grown! You might be almost as big as me now!” 

Lando’s brother, Oliver, emerges from around the house now with his other daughter nestled in his arms, raising his free hand in greeting as he makes his way over. 

“Guess my brother finally gathered the nerve,” He says cheerfully, clapping Lando on the back. Lando not-so-subtly steps on Oliver’s foot, garnering a hiss of pain from the older Norris. “To…make it home when it’s still bright out! Yeah, he usually doesn’t come around til the girls have gone off to bed.” 

“It’s nice to see you too, Oliver,” You chuckle, pushing aside your confusion as you give a small wave to the toddler in her father’s arms. She waves back shyly. “Thanks for letting me join you guys this year.” 

“Please, you’re welcome here anytime,” Oliver replies, sounding more than sincere. “C’mon, let’s head inside. Mum and everyone’ll be stoked to see you.” 

Mila wriggles out of Lando’s arms to come hold your hand, dragging you towards the house excitedly. You don't notice Lando and Oliver dropping back, nor the hushed conversation they have that is definitely about you. 

Much like both boys have said, the rest of their family welcomes you with open arms.

His parents tell you how good it is to see you again, and that they’re happy you’d decided to come home with Lando, Flo and Cisca glue themselves to your side immediately to catch up with you, even little Athena starts to warm up to you the longer she watches her older sister play with you. 

You feel right at home with all of them like you always do, and it makes you start to forget about spending your first Christmas without your own family. Though, in a way, Lando’s family is starting to feel like yours too. 

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It’s Christmas Eve and you can’t sleep. You’ve been at Lando’s house a few days now and everything’s been great—the food, the company. Lando. 

You’re used to him being a little forward with his affections towards others, because that’s just the way he is. So when he pulls your legs over his lap while you’re watching a holiday film with the whole family, or rests his head on your shoulder during Monopoly, you don’t think anything of it at first. He likes cozying up to friends and being close to them. But as the days go on, it starts to feel different this time. 

At first you just assume it’s because he doesn’t want you to feel awkward, but then you catch him staring at you a few times in a way you can only describe as pure fondness. While you're on the sofa cuddled up with Mila and Athena watching one of their shows. As you're helping Cisca figure out what to wear for her next date with her boyfriend, or helping his mum in the kitchen. 

It could be platonic, but it feels a little too intimate to be so. 

You don’t want to think too much into it, though. It wouldn’t do you any good to get your hopes up about the possibility of something more with Lando when it could just be all in your head. 

Sitting up in bed, you scrub your hands over your face. Too many thoughts run their way through your brain for you to fall back asleep, no matter how tired you may be. You glance out the window beside you, and suddenly your attention is captured at the scene outside. 

It’s snowing. 

Sure, it’s an ungodly late hour, but seeing snow makes you want to go outside. Doing your absolute best not to wake anyone up as you swing yourself out of bed and creep down the hallway, you make your way down the corridor to Lando’s bedroom. 

You knock on his door quietly, listening for anything that could give away whether or not Lando was up. For a few seconds, there isn’t a sound. Then you hear the clacking of a keyboard and the faint sound of him talking, and you know he’s awake. He probably didn’t hear you knock. 

Pushing open the door slowly, you pad into the room to see him slouched over in his gaming chair with his back towards you.

“Yeah, mate, I’m gonna tell her—no, I’m not! Fuck off,” He says. There’s a lengthy pause—whoever he’s on call with is talking, you assume. “I’m just—I’m waiting for the right time. Like, I’ll know when it comes, won’t I?” 

Your heart gives an involuntary pang in your chest and you sigh, having already had enough eavesdropping on this conversation. 

You pad towards Lando, going for a gentle tap on the shoulder. Your hand just barely touches his arm, but he jumps about a foot in the air, flinching so hard you think the poor boy might’ve given himself whiplash.

“Jesus! What the—don’t sneak up on me like that!” He yelps, pushing one side of his headphones above his ear. On the screen, you can see he’s playing Tarkov again. Alway playing Tarkov instead of sleeping, that boy. 

This time, it works out for you. Now you can drag out into the snow with you. Not that you weren’t going to do it anyways even if he was asleep.

“You couldn’t hear me! What was I supposed to do?” You huff. Squinting at the other username on screen, you smile, pushing into Lando’s space to reach his microphone. “Is that Max? Hi, Max!” 

Lando’s voice sounds a bit strangled when he relays Max’s response a few moments later. “He says hi.” 

“What else did he say?” 

“What? Nothing,” He replies quickly, swallowing hard. “Why?” 

“That was such a long pause, there’s no way he just said hi.” 

“Well, he did, so…it’s whatever. What’s, uh, what’s up? Everything okay?” 

Now you remember what you came here for. Grinning, you bounce on the balls of your feet. “There’s snow outside!” 

“No way!” He says earnestly, cocking his head to the side. He abandons his game in favor of shuffling over to the window and peering outside, letting out a pleased little noise when he sees that it is indeed snowing out in the garden. “That’s wicked.”  

“Will you come outside with me?” 

He exhales sharply, giving an amused chuckle. “Yeah, right. I’m not going outside.” 

“It’ll be fun!” 

“Don’t see what’s so fun about freezing my ass off in the cold,” He grumbles, but you can tell he just needs a little more convincing. You jut out your lower lip, giving him the pout of yours that he can never seem to withstand, and his resolve starts to crumble. “No, don’t do that. Stop that right now. I’m not going outside with you at this time of night.” 

“Please, Lan?” You plead, taking his face into your palms so he can’t look away. For a split second, his gaze seems to flicker down to your lips, but before you can process the tiny movement, he’s squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Oh my god, fine,” He groans, shoulders sagging. You beam, wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug. “Let me go tell Max I’m being held against my will and then we can go.” He crosses back over to his desk and mutters something into the microphone that you can’t quite make out. 

As you’re pulling on layers to guard yourselves from the cold, he pauses, turning to you with one shoe on. “You didn’t, erm, happen to hear anything when you came in to get me, did you?” 

“No, why?” 

You’re not sure why you choose to lie about what you’d overheard, something about Lando telling some girl something at the right time. He hadn’t told you anything about having a crush on anyone, but then again, these past few weeks have been hectic. 

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering.” He pulls the front door open right then, suddenly seeming so eager to get outside despite his previous grievances. Something in his tone hints that it might not be as nothing as he says it is, but you won’t push. 

You traipse out into the garden after him, making careful sure to close the door behind you so the cold doesn’t seep in. Fresh powder crunches underfoot as you make your way further out. 

The falling snow has already begun to coat everything out here in layers, and you drag your finger through it, smiling to yourself at the clean cut line it makes.

It feels like another world out here. In a life that is so often always hustle and bustle all the time, the quiet of this time of night in the countryside seems deafening, but in the best way. Peaceful can only begin to describe how you feel right now. 

“Why is it so fucking cold out here?” Lando grumbles, burrowing deeper into his three scarves. Along with the two jumpers and thick coat he’d shoved himself into before even stepping foot outside, he looks well freezing.

“Don’t be such a grinch, Lan. It’s snowing!” 

He scowls. “It’s freezing.” 

“C’mon, at least try to have some fun! You’re killing my vibe, mate,” You huff, bending down to scoop up a loose handful of snow to chuck in his direction. It scatters into the air before it even makes it to him, but hey, at least he’s laughing now. You turn to say something else, but you’re immediately stopped in your tracks. 

A snowball explodes against your forehead before you can say a thing, spraying bits of icy snow everywhere. 

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” Lando yelps, nearly tripping on his own feet in his scramble towards you. You’re too stunned by the snow dripping its way down your face to even register his words. “I wasn’t aiming for your face, I swear! Are you okay?” 

You blink owlishly at him, at the concern and horror mixing in his expression as he takes you by the shoulders to check you out. He uses his teeth to pull off one glove, tossing it off to the side as he reaches to brush the snow from anywhere he can reach.

“For a professional athlete, you really do have shit aim,” You huff, playful annoyance in your tone. 

Lando’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, eyes crinkling happily at the corners as he giggles quietly. “I know. S’terrible, innit? Good thing my job doesn’t require me to do any throwing.” 

“Good thing,” You echo. 

His palms cup the expanse of your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs brushing across your cold skin delicately, and he’s looking at you in that way again, the way that makes you feel like you’re the only other one in the world. Blue-green eyes like sea glass flit around your face, thick brows furrowing ever so slightly as he inches forward. Slowly, like he’s giving you a way out if what he’s about to do isn’t what you want. 

You’re holding your breath as he gets closer, closer, closer, until—

Fireworks. 

As if kissing your best friend isn’t cliche enough, all you can describe of the feeling of his lips against yours is fireworks, bursting in your chest like little explosions. 

“Wait—” You breathe, splaying a hand across Lando’s chest to push him back a bit before the kiss can go on any longer. Despite how much you want it to continue. He makes some sort of displeased noise out the back of his throat, pink lips turning down into a pout. “What about the other girl?” 

That gets him to pull back a little more, head cocking and nose scrunching in genuine confusion. “What other girl?” 

“I lied. I did hear you talking when I came into your room, you said something about waiting for the right time to tell her something. You can’t be kissing me if you like someone else, Lando!” You exclaim incredulously. 

He regards you blankly for a few seconds. Then he starts to laugh. You’re trying to save his ass and he’s laughing at you. You scowl at him. “Why the fuck are you laughing?” 

“Oh! Oh, that was so good! That was gold, really,” He splutters, tears in his eyes. You swat indignantly at him and he holds up his hands in surrender, doing his best to catch his breath. “There is no other girl, you muppet! I was talking about you.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh. Guess this is the right time then, huh?” He says, chuckling nervously as he rubs at his reddened nose. “So, here goes it. I think I’m in love with you.” 

“Why?” You ask, disbelieving. It’s a blunt response, you’re fully aware, but you want to know. 

“What d’you mean, why? Have you met you?” He scoffs, like he’s astonished you even have the nerve to question him. “You’re amazing. You’re kind and funny and so smart, and you make people happy—you make me happy, even when I’ve had the absolute shittiest day, I know everything’ll be fine as soon as you find me. You know what I need, even when I don’t know what I need.” 

You’re at a loss for words hearing all this now. How has Lando been in love with you all this time, with you none the wiser? 

“Why’ve you never said anything?” You ask softly.

Lando smiles almost sadly, letting his hands drop back down to his sides. “You’re one of my best friends. I’d rather keep my mouth shut if telling you meant losing you. Losing what we have because you didn’t feel the same way.” 

That, you understand. The fear of ruining your friendship with Lando is one of the reasons why you’d kept your feelings for him secret as well. So to both of you, it was better to ignore your feelings and stay this close than to let the other know and possibly lose one of the best things in your lives. 

“We’re idiots,” You sigh, closing your eyes. 

“You’re not an idiot,” He says immediately. Then he frowns. “Wait, why would you be an idiot? I know I am, but why you?” 

You grab Lando by the collar of his puffy jacket, pulling him into a firm kiss. If he’s surprised, it only shows for a split second before he’s kissing you back fervently, drawing you flush against him by the hips. His nose against your cheek is much colder than before, but the warmth that spreads from your chest down to your toes is more than enough to remedy it. 

“Please tell me that means you do feel the same way,” He pants, looking entirely dazed when you pull away. 

You raise an amused brow at him. “No, I just kissed the living daylights out of you because I don’t feel the same way—what do you think?” 

“Best Christmas gift ever, is what I think.” He smiles warmly. Then he shivers, blowing out a sharp breath. “Now can we please go back inside? I can’t feel my face anymore.” 

Once you’re inside and have shed your coats and shoes and anything else wet with snow, Lando nudges you towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us some hot cocoa.” He murmurs, quiet so as to not wake anyone in the house. You pause, causing him to look back at you. “What?” 

“The package kind or the real kind?” 

“What sort of question is that? The real kind, of course,” He snorts. “With milk and everything.” 

“Oh, you do love me!” You say gleefully.

Lando rolls his eyes playfully, giving your hand a firmer tug that has you sliding right in under his arm on your socked feet.

Despite all his moaning and groaning about being cold, he’s pleasantly warm, and you sigh, nuzzling in closer. He welcomes your closeness, dropping a kiss to the side of your head as he shuffles his way towards the pots and pans cupboard with you latched onto him, not even trying to wriggle out of your grasp.

It feels natural because you’ve always been close. Though now, things have changed. Now, you can kiss him if you want to, instead of wondering what Lando would do if you did it. You’re not just friends to each other anymore. 

You press your lips against his quickly as he’s piling marshmallows on top of two mugs of hot cocoa, pulling back right after just to see his reaction to the impromptu kiss.

As expected, his mouth curves into a grin, dimples on full display. He flicks a marshmallow at you, and you reciprocate, tilting your chin up at him in challenge.

Soon enough, now you’re both chucking the tiny white sweets at each other, trying and failing to catch them into your mouths. The first of you to catch one of them is you, and you cheer, flinging your hands in the air. 

“Oh my god, shush, you! People are sleeping!” He breathes, lunging forward to press a hand over your mouth as you’re mid-shout.

Your eyes widen in comical realization and it makes him laugh, which makes you laugh. His hand falls from your face as you both fall apart in quiet giggles. 

You’re laughing because he’s laughing, he’s laughing because you’re laughing, and neither of you can stop until your sides hurt. 

“C’mere,” He murmurs, stepping in close and sliding a hand around the back of your neck. His gaze flits all around your face, taking in the sight of you with eyes that twinkle with happiness even in the darkness of the kitchen. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Lan." You smile.

He kisses you then, long and sweet and with such gentleness that it makes your stomach do somersaults. 

In the morning, you’ll need to figure out how you’ll play things with Lando’s family, and then everything after. But not now.

For now, you’ll watch the snow fall outside while you snuggle up on the sofa with the boy you love and a mug of not so hot cocoa. 

So maybe this Christmas hadn’t gone exactly as you’d planned, but really, you aren’t too sad about it anymore. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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[escelia]

New Sibling Just Dropped

Or Danny gets willingly isekai'd into the DCU and gets a twin out of it.

I know I disappeared from the face of the earth for a bit there, and there's stuff I should probably be updating, but I come baring different stuff this time :D

Just started this for fun, and I have at least one other chapter of it done, but idk how long this bout of inspiration will last, so I'm just rolling with it for now.

@flamingpudding look! i pulled a jason todd and rose from the grave!

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Danny was tired. The kind of tired you felt behind your eyes and in your bones, and weighed heavy with achievement. He was perched on the edge of a building in his ghost form looking over Amity Park with a soft smile as he watched Youngblood run through the park with human children, Cujo playfully on their heels. His galaxy cloak (which had been a coronation gift) billowed around his lap like a gas with stars twinkling inside. 

It had been a few years now since he took up the Crown of Fire and became High King of the Infinite Realms, and while he had accomplished many things since then, graduating from high school wasn't something on that list. It sucked that he wouldn't get to walk across the stage with Sam and Tucker, but in the face of all he'd been able to do for both Amity and the Infinite Realms, it was worth it. They coexisted now. There was still trouble every now and then, but Danny had helped the ghosts who insisted on staying in Amity Park find a place in their city where they could thrive.

Youngblood watched over the children of the city, Box Ghost started a box recycling center, Lunch Lady started a program to get food to families that couldn't afford it, and Pointdexter started reporting bullying at the school since he was already there. 

On the Realms' side, Danny shut down Walker's prison. Since it was his lair, he couldn't take it away from him completely, but it no longer housed the many ghosts the warden had considered "rule breakers." He'd given Walker a new set of rules to enforce and essentially took him under his wing as a royal soldier, kept under the close watch of Fight Knight, who'd defected from Pariah Dark so fast after his defeat that it was laughable. 

He'd done something similar with Skulker, though he was a harder case to crack. Unlike Walker, who was happy as long as he had a set of rules to enforce, Skulker wanted to keep hunting. He'd been recruited forcefully by Walker and Fright Knight after they caught him on his way to fight Danny again.

All in all, everything had begun to run smoothly now. The fatigue weighing on him reminded him that it had been hard to accomplish, and continuing to lead his double life hadn't made it any less exhausting. A cold breath rushed through his chest as he felt a familiar presence slide up next to him. 

"You didn't time out," Danny pointed out without looking to face the ghost beside him. Clockwork hummed in acknowledgment.

"Sometimes it's pleasant to watch time flow in person." It was Danny's turn to hum at him. 

"How are you feeling?" The Ancient asked thoughtfully. The younger ghost tilted his head pensively. 

"It's hard to say. I'm tired, but I'm happy. And also sad..." he paused to gather his thoughts. "I feel like I've done everything I needed to."

But not everything he wanted to do. 

"Go on," Clockwork pressed. The teenager did turn his head now to make a face at his mentor. If the guy knew how he felt and what he was going to say, why would he say it out loud? But the other just arched a brow at him and waited.

"Fine," he pouted. "I've spent so much time and energy finding places for everyone here. The GIW are gone, my parents stopped hunting ghosts, Jazz got into the psychology program at Stanford, Sam and Tucker are graduating today... I helped make that happen, I know I did! But they're moving on without me. They're growing up and I don't feel like I am."  

'I don't feel like I'm ready.'

Danny stopped to take a breath and wipe away the icy tears gathering in his eyes. He felt stupid for crying over it. He was 17 for Ancients' sake! Jazz would have told him he grew up too fast, but he still felt like a child. He had no idea what he was doing! And yet! And yet... he felt...

"But you also feel ancient, right? Like you've been around too long and seen too much?" Clockwork said as though he were reading from a script. Danny sulked. Stupid time ghost with his dumb Time Stream TV or whatever. 

"Yeah..."

"All Ancients feel that way. Though you may be feeling unbalanced in more ways than one because of how young you died and the fact you are half human."

"What do you mean?" Danny turned his whole body to face him now, tucking his knees under his chin and circling his arms around them. His cloak moved with him in inky black wisps and settled around him again like clouds of galaxies. 

Clockworks form shifted to that of a child.

"You feel young because you died young. However, it is the nature of humans to grow and change. While you may have died at 14, your childhood died before that. You yearn to grow and learn, while also being an incredibly powerful Ancient."

He supposed that made sense. He recalled all the years cleaning the lab before the portal had even been built, and the fighting and neglect (Jazz's words, not his) that spawned his disdain of Christmas even longer before. He wanted to go back to school. He wanted a reason to love Christmas. He wanted pets and family dinners that didn't come alive. He wanted to grow up properly.

"But you still want to help people," the ghost said as though Danny had been talking out loud or having his mind read. 

"I hate it when you do that," Danny complained. Clockwork just smiled smugly.

"I know." He laughed at the glare Danny threw him. 

"I have a proposition for you," the older ghost began. Danny perked up in intrigue. "I know of another earth dimension with some problems that need to be addressed. Your role as High King puts you in a position to be helpful."

"Their problem has to do with the Realms?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Ectoplasm from the Realms is pooling into what are referred to on their planet as Lazarus Pits. They are both helpful and harmful as they do not dissipate into the air so they continually collect and concentrate emotion, but they do sometimes revive the dead."

Danny grimaced in disgust at the thought of dunking a person into a stagnant pool of contaminated ectoplasm. "That sounds disgusting."

"Quite," Clockwork agreed. 

"So what's your proposition?"

"Well, if it is agreeable to you, I would like to de-age your physical form and place you with a family that's had dealings with the Pits firsthand. I've found them to be quite charming." 

"Ah, so you want me to go in undercover?" Danny couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. It wasn't a half bad idea. He could try his hand at childhood again and still get to handle his duties as King Phantom. Leading a double life again would be easy enough, it was just stepping from one role into another. 

"Not at all." Clockwork smiled knowingly. Danny was officially suspicious of his ghost guardian. "This planet has had all kinds of dealings with the occult, and even humans with superpowers isn't that unusual. While I would advise against telling anyone you are a king right away, you are in fact just that: a king. You may do what you wish." 

For an ancient and wise time ghost, Danny thought Clockwork was really shit at hiding his expressions. Though he tried to keep the grin off his face, Danny could clearly see the twitching of his lips and gleam in his eyes that promised the old man was scheming. 

But to get his childhood back. Or, at least a semblance of one... it deserved consideration. Danny looked back out at the cityscape again. Sam and Tucker... they were down there graduating from high school without him. He'd been the one to encourage them to pull away from Team Phantom activities to zero in on their studies, but he didn't regret it. Sam wanted to major in environmental science and Tucker wanted to go to MIT and he just didn't fit into those plans. After Jazz left for Stanford, his parents often forgot he was still there. He'd managed to convince them to study ghosts properly instead of hunting them, and with a little help from the "friendly ghost King Phantom" they were given a place to start. They dove into their research with the same excitement and fervor they'd had all their lives. Which of course meant he went days, sometimes weeks, without seeing them emerge from the lab. It was easy enough to slip past them to the portal while they were distracted. 

The point was that he'd started to feel his anchor to this city, to this realm, start to dissipate as the people who kept him there started to break away from him. He still loved them, wanted to protect them, but they were safe and happy now. He felt fulfilled in his task of protecting them, but there was a buzzing beneath his skin to do more. 

Danny took a deep and controlled breath. He didn't need it in his ghost form, but it felt good to feel his lungs stretch to fullness. 

"When would I start?" He asked finally. The straight face Clockwork had been trying to keep, and he really was so bad at it, finally broke into a wide grin. 

"Right now. Everything is already in place and your duties in the Realms will be taken care of in your absence." 

Danny smiled softly at his guardian. Clockwork sure had a funny way of showing it, but he cared so deeply for the boy next to him that when Danny responded with a bad pun, he couldn't even be annoyed. 

"Well, no time like the present!" He winked.

Clockwork chuckled, and with a flash of light, he sent Danny on his way. 

The more time the older ghost spent with his young ward, the more he appreciated him. The Danny he’d come to know was nothing like the Danny’s from other worlds he’d encountered while trying to prevent Dan from existing. His Danny was now truly one of a kind. None of the others, not even the ones that eventually turned into Dan, had been Ancients. There would never be another Danny like him, and every universe was adjusting to include him should he ever decide to visit them. He had a place in any world, should he choose, but Clockwork knew he was needed most in the one he’d sent him to. It would be truly entertaining to watch the young Ancient settle into his role there, and Clockwork was actually finding himself looking forward to it.

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It was dark and quiet a long while before Danny opened his eyes. And when he did open them it got really loud and really bright really fast. It belatedly occurred to him that he should have asked like a billion more questions before agreeing to be iseaki’d into a different dimension to join a family he knew literally nothing about. 

There was shouting before someone in what looked like a ninja cult uniform shoved a knife into his hand and pushed him in the path of a person in a different uniform. The man in front of him was dressed in blue and black and wearing a mask that covered his eyes, but Danny could see the surprised shape of his mouth before it morphed into something like anger. And then he was being lunged at.

He shrieked as he dodged out of the way. Not his most graceful save, but whatever. His voice was a bit shrill and his center of gravity felt way off. He must have actually been de-aged! He wondered how old he was now. He still felt light on his feet thanks to his ghost half which felt blessedly intact. But the other guy was fast and he ducked into a roll just in time to dodge whatever weapon he was holding. This guy meant business, but he had no idea why he was trying to kill him. 

‘Great, thanks Grandfather Clock for throwing me right back into the good ol’ days,’ he thought sarcastically. Nobody had attacked him for no good reason like that since Walker and Fright caught Skulker mid hunt for the very last time. 

What he now saw was a baton swung down from overhead and Danny knew he wouldn't dodge it in time, so he caught it with the flat of the blade that had been shoved into his hands.

“Wait! Why are we fighting?” Danny yelled, panicked as the guy pushed more force into it. The man's face twisted into something like confusion for a moment and he backed off just the tiniest bit before the scuffing of shoes to his right had him looking over just in time to see another guy in a mask, this time in red, rushing at him. He threw his hands up in surrender. 

“Wait!” He shrieked before he was absolutely bodied sideways into the ground. 

Why was he doing this? He was half ghost, he could have just gone intangible and disappeared. He didn't have to be body slammed into the ground. Wasn't he a child now? Did that guy in red actually just slam a whole child into the ground? 

“Red, hold on! This one's different!” 

“What do you mean?” The guy Red asked. He was still pinning Danny to the ground.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Danny asked breathlessly, then whimpered, “Someone please tell me what's going on!” 

The one hovering over him must have seen something on his face that convinced him to not try and kill him anymore, because he grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him along. 

“We'll take him in for questioning. Don't let Robin see him.”

“Who's Robin?!”

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It had been a long, arduous, and confusing journey from wherever they were to… well, wherever they were now. They'd blindfolded him for the transport so he still had no idea what was going on. He had learned that the guy with batons was Nightwing, and Red was actually Red Robin. The one they called Robin was a feral looking thing with swords, he was very small and stabby. Then there was Batman, and he totally threw off the whole bird theme but was easily the most intimidating. And that was all he knew so far. He'd been restrained at an interrogation table. 

Danny groaned and knocked his forehead onto the table. He really, really wished he'd asked Clockwork more questions. He'd at least been able to catch a glimpse of himself in the glass behind Batman. He looked like he was eleven or twelve again, which was not as young as he'd been expecting, but much more preferable than being a literal toddler. The group of people he’d been brought in by seemed to be heroes. They were all incredibly weary of him, but hadn’t gone out of their way to harm him since his capture. Though it was hard to call it a capture when there wasn’t a chase involved. 

“How old are you?” Batman asked suddenly. His voice was low and rough and somehow Danny could tell it didn't sound like that naturally. 

“Um, maybe eleven or twelve?” Danny replied carefully, picking up his head from the table and having the decency to look a little embarrassed. 

“And what's your name?” He looked like he was expecting something.

“My name is Danny, sir.” 

“Hmm…” 

It was quiet and awkward for a long moment.

“Why are you different from the other clones?” 

“Yeeeaaah, I'm not a clone.” Danny absolutely did not jump when the brute slammed the file folder shut in front of him. 

“We'll see what your DNA results have to say about that,” he said confidently before turning to leave, his cape dramatically flaring out behind him.

Sheesh, and he thought he’d had a flair for the dramatics.

‘Okay, time for some assessment,’ Danny thought to himself as he looked around the small closed room. It was soundproofed incredibly well. While he didn’t have super crazy hearing, it was enhanced by his ghost half, and combined with his other sharp senses, it tended to help him gather more information than others could. The most he could hear outside the room was a quiet hum of activity and nothing discernible. Still, he needed to decide how much he would say to these people. How much truth did he want to weave into his tale? These people clearly already had their own assumptions about him in mind, and while there was absolutely nothing wrong with being a clone, he knew he didn’t have what it took to keep up an act like that for long, which would just end up being awkward for everyone. 

He also would not be telling them about his status as Ghost King, per Clockwork’s suggestion. His captors seemed like the uptight sort, and revealing that he was a big, scary ghost monarch didn’t seem like it’d go over well. Telling them he was a halfa would probably get them off his back over the clone thing, at least. He went over the list in his head.

He was a halfa from another dimension, so he couldn’t be a clone.

He had no plans of fighting with anyone unless absolutely necessary. 

He did not have a way back to his other dimension. 

His name was Danny, and he didn’t have a family anymore.

He did not know why he was in the middle of whatever fight he woke up in. 

No, he didn’t know those people.

Danny must’ve been lost in thought for quite a while because his thoughts were interrupted by Batman bursting back through the door. The man’s demeanor had changed completely and he whipped off his cowl to reveal disheveled dark hair, blue eyes, and an expression of absolute heartbreak that accompanied his shuddering breaths. With the mask off, he reminded Danny a lot of his father. 

Batman searched his face and, much like Red Robin had before, seemed to notice something there. 

“She did it twice,” he muttered to himself. “Two of them this whole time and she didn’t tell me about either of them,” he said through gritted teeth. His frown deepened. Danny copied his frown. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

He still had no idea what was going on.

[luveline]

also didn’t realise that amanda was their little baby but here’s an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencer’s smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencer’s overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy

“Shoes?” Amanda asks. 

“Yeah, babe.” 

“No thanks.” 

You hold Amanda’s socked feet in your hands. “You need shoes to keep your feet warm.” 

“I’ll have socks.” 

You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though he’s dressed sharply. You’d spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and he’s brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Amy,” he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, “you know why you have to wear shoes?” 

“Why?” 

“Because growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they can’t do that if you don’t wear shoes when you’re walking a lot.” He gives her shoulder a rub. “Don’t you wanna match me and mommy?” 

“You wear shoes… different. Mom has heels,” she insists. 

“What if I wear flats?” you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon. 

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout. 

Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. You’re both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, it’s also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. “I’m not want to wear them. It’s good for my skin to breathe.” All her r’s sound soft, like w’s.

You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. “Yes! Skin can’t really breathe, but it’s good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.” 

“‘Xactly,” Amy says. 

“And, you know, shoes that don’t fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.” 

“No shoes,” Amy says. 

“But…” Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. “If you don’t wear your shoes, we can’t go out to the store for groceries and we can’t go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you won’t get your sugar donuts, mommy won’t get her slice of cake, and that’s gonna make me so sad.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when she’s happy. She doesn’t look very happy now, does she?” 

In all honesty, you’re much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the ‘mom’ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but you’ve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. It’s gorgeous, colourful, and doesn’t even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck. 

You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. “Please, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or I’m gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.” 

“Don’t fw-own, mommy,” she says, listing into Spencer’s side, “you’ll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, ‘cos your muscles remember.” 

And again, all her r’s are w’s, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing “Wow, smarty pants,” into her crown. “You’re so smart! I can’t believe it!” 

You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, she’s a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. You’ll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencer’s never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now he’s started working out every now and then. 

“Better role your sleeves up, Spence,” you say, standing up off of your knees. “I’m keeping my heels on. Daddy’s gonna carry you, and you’re gonna get wonky feet.” 

“That’s fine,” Spencer says to her in a whisper, “I’ll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.”  

Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing. 

“Isn’t she amazing?” he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it. 

“She’s gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?” you ask. You aren’t half as concerned as you’re pretending to be. Amy’s a baby. She’ll learn how important shoes are soon enough. 

“I’m gonna hold her in my coat, like this,” he says, pulling his coat over her legs. 

“Like that,” you say to yourself, grinning. “Okay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.” 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Catching Dean Off Guard

Pairing: Dean x reader

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You were used to Dean being cocky and defensive. You were used to the sarcasm and gruffness. You were used to occasionally seeing him angry and downright terrifying. When you walked past his open bedroom and glanced inside though, you weren’t expecting to see him, head in his hands, knees in his chest.

“Dean?” you asked, his body jumping a little at the sudden intrusion. He quickly unfolded his legs, and moved his hands away, putting up a strong face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just have a headache,” he said, shrugging his shoulder.

“No you don’t,” you said, Dean’s eyes flashing with betrayal.

“How would you know? It’s my head,” he said, putting his walls back up. You took a step inside and saw him puff out his chest. “I’d like some peace and quiet if you don’t mind.”

“You’re lying,” you said, tilting your head. “I won’t make you talk-”

“Good. Now leave before I make you,” said Dean, standing and getting in your face. You had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze but you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay,” you said, Dean hardening his face to try to get you to look away first. “I get sad too sometimes ya know.” 

Dean looked a little surprised at your omission as you sucked in a big breath.

“I think about all the ways I screwed up in the past, all the ways I continue to screw up,” you said, forcing yourself to keep eye contact. “I don’t like myself very much sometimes. But I know I’ve got my guys to like me when I don’t. I know I’ve got my best friend there for me if I need him. I can think a million bad things about myself but he can look at me and I know he doesn’t believe any of those. I hope he knows the same goes for him.”

Dean cleared his throat as he looked away, vulnerability too close to the surface for him to hide.

“I do,” said Dean, looking down at his feet. “I’m like that every once in a while too. But that’s not what this is right now.”

“I told you I wouldn’t make you talk, Dean,” you said, running your hand up and down his arm. His lips parted as he found your face again and you looked up gently. 

He leaned in slow, slow enough for you to realize what was happening. You let him come most of the way before going the last inch and connecting his lips with yours. You understood his behavior perfectly well now. It was you he was worried about. 

Dean pulled away after a short moment, your hand finding the back of his neck as he opened his eyes back up to see yours staring at his lips.

“Like I said, not going anywhere,” you said, standing up on your tip toes, tilting your head back as Dean leaned down again, more confidence this time. When he pulled away you were breathless, a grin on your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” said Dean, cupping your cheek, his breath fanning over your face. “I don’t feel so screwed up around you, like I’m okay.”

“I get that more than you know,” you said, threading your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his head, tickling his skin. He blushed and you felt heat rush to your face at the sight. This was the side of Dean you wanted to know more of. The one that loved himself as much as you did.

“Thanks for checking on me,” said Dean, brushing his lips against yours.

“My pleasure,” you said, moving his lips with yours. You stayed like that for a beat, feeling each other’s heat before Dean’s hand on your cheek tilted your head up and you were kissing again. This was a side of Dean Winchester you were sure not many had ever seen.

But you were lucky enough to be one of them. Soon enough, Sam and Cas got to see that side of Dean too, the younger Winchester stopping you in the hall one day and wrapping you in a hug.

“Thank you for everything you do for him,” said Sam. “I’ve never seen him so happy, content. How’d you convince him the world doesn’t rest on his shoulders?”

“He knows he isn’t trying to carry it alone anymore,” you said. 

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[star-suh]

Cream Pies

Choi Yeonjun x Male Reader

cw: top yeonjun, public sex, bareback, creampie, ass to mouth, messy rimjob, snowballing, yn was in a bad relationship, jockstrap kink, fantasizing, sex toys, angst, fluff, post-break up sex(?), cumming hands free, pet names, some praising, lame jokes.

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“good morning, what do you want today?” the happy, always smiley yeonjun said, he was the barista at the coffee shop near the area. it was a not so small cozy place filled with the delicious aromas of differentes pastries and types of coffee.

“please can you give me an iced americano, please” yn said.

“of course, one minute please” yeonjun said with his pretty smile.

although they never spoke about it, it was obvious that there was some tension between the two boys like the continuous stares or when they touched their hands when delivering/receiving the coffee. the coffee shop was like a second home to yn, he always spends his free days there. in fact a friendship started to grow between him and yeonjun. the latter developing deeper feelings but he knew it was wrong, yn has a boyfriend.

yeonjun couldn't help thinking about yn, sometimes when he was horny he would use a pocket pussy and think it's yn the one who's riding him.

“yes yn just like that” he moans while playing with his perky nipples, cumming inside the toy and feeling embarrassed right after that “post-nut clarity sucks” he says. sometimes he felt embarrassed having to attend to yn knowing how in his mind he was fucking him in the most perverted way possible, “this sucks” he murmurs…

some days later he welcomed yn with the same bright smile as always but this time something changed, yn was sad with a gloomy aura around him. he didn't ordered something he just went to sit on the farthest table staring at the ceiling. yeonjun was worried about him but couldn't go to ask him what happened due to so many people being in the shop. the shift is over so yeonjun can finally go to see how was yn, but closing and locking the shop's door first.

“hey ynnie what's wrong?”, concerned laced in his voice.

“i don't know” the other replied “i just broke up with my boyfriend but…” he takes a deep breath “i don't feel that bad about it”.

“what do you mean?” yeonjun asked.

“jun it was kinda a bad relationship you know.. it wasn't toxic but it felt like we were together just to avoid the feeling of being alone..” a few tears threatening to roll down his eyes “we came to the conclusion that this wasn't good for us so yeah…”.

yeonjun just hummed “so what now?” he asks.

yn cleaned the few tears off of his face “now just … being happy i guess” he laughs “i want the strawberry pastry please”, “as you wish pretty boy” yeonjun puts his left hand on his forehead as if he was a soldier obeying his superior’s orders.

both ate the strawberry pastry with some cream landing on yn’s nose. “let me clean it” yeonjun went to clean it bit the sight in front of him was too much to handle, he has the pretty yn inches away from his face. he grabs a napkin and starts wiping the cream, “you're so fucking handsome” yeonout's compliment was received by a shy “thank you” from yn. they lock eyes, each one appreciating each other's features. ‘those lips look so good’ yn thought.

finally giving in, both kissed. it was desperate, they both craved for each other that long. no matter how much they tried to hide it, the feeling was there. yeonjun's tongue exploring the other's mouth while his hands sneaked down yn's pants to feel that amazing ass. yn also put his hand inside yeonjun's pants massaging the growing bulge.

“you taste so good” escaped from yeonjun's mouth who was now leaving kisses on the other’s neck, “you make me so horny junnie” yn moans. “let's go back there” yn jumped on yeonjun's arms and he carried him towards the back room (uh-oh) while still kissing…

yeonjun didn't hesitate to strip yn, discarding his pants and staring and the black jockstraps the boy was wearing, his ass in all his glory was there just for him. the thought of yn wearing that type of underwear all days made yeonjun way hornier than he was “fuck … you look so pretty with this on” he said lifting one strap and then released it causing yn to moan, “i just have to pull down your oants and you're ready to get fucked and filled by me” the top grunts.

he went directly towards yn’s hole, his tongue doing wonders inside of it, “yeon.. jun… too m-much” whimpered the bottom. “but i'm just getting started, love” he replied.

“so. fucking. good” yeonjun spoke in between pants, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to the other's wet hole “i. can't. get. enough .. of it~” his sexy deep voice sending chills down yn's spine “why are you so sexy jun” he questioned.

yeonjun applied some lube in his shaft and put it inside slowly, leaving it there so that yn gets used to his size, “fuck yeonjunn~ it’s so thickkk..”.

yn was in one of those rotating chairs, so yeonjun took advantage to use both his holes at the same time, he thrusted inside his hole then rotate the chair and put it inside yn’s mouth.

time passed by and the pair was still at it, with yn riding that dick while yeonjun praised him, telling him how good he makes him feel. the smell of sex filled the room, their wet sweaty bodies against each other, every caress leaving a burning sensation that they loved. after “unconsciously” yearning for each other all this time they're finally becoming one. “fuck yn, i love you so so so fucking much” yeonjun confessed emphasizing each word with a deep thrust. “i l-love you to-too yeonjunnie” yn confessed too with a little difficulty because of how hard yeonjun was fucking him, it was like this would be the last time they were going to be together. “i’m gonna make you mine” yeonjun hugged yn tight while giving some sloppy last thrusts “i’m gonna fucking fill you up ynnie” and that was what he did, he emptied his balls inside the other, his throbbing pulsating cock sending waves of pleasure throughout yn’s body making him came hands free on yeonjun’s torso.

“fuck i came a lot” he said surprised opening wide both cheeks and staring and the gaping hole dripping with his seed. he buried his face in between the cheeks to suck sperm “after all.. i have to taste my recipe” he said in a cocky sarcastic tone, “if that's the case.. let me taste too” yn grabbed yeonjun by his chin and kissed him, the sperm being passed around between both mouths. “if you want your buns to get filled with my special cream just tell me” yeonjun reassured the other with a passionate kiss…

despite having confessed their love for each other in the middle of sex, both boys decided to start dating to get to know each other better, their relationship progressed and seeing how they had a lot of things in common, now the couple lives happily. yeonjun continues working at the cafe while yn goes for his favorite coffee every day sitting at a table while appreciating his boyfriend's beautiful smile.

[whatifitis]

♡ 150 reasons - LN 4 ♡

Summary: 150 reasons why lando loves you

Author's note: idk i thought it'd be nice

CW: literally just fluff

Hi baby!! :D

I saw this trend on tiktok just now and wanted to do it for you. I love you a lot and you know how hard it is for me to show it sometimes. I thought this could be a nice small way to at least show you a bit of how much I love you. My love for you knows no boundaries. <3

P.S. if there’s any misspelings dont say shit cause im dyslexic and you know that :(

Your smile

Your eyes

The way your eyes sparekl all the time

Your rosy cheeks

Your wavy hair (you hate it but u love it)

Your heart

Your brain

Your patience with evrything (including me)

Your honesty

Your inteligence

Your humor

The way you’re always there for anyone. Doesnt mater if u know them well or not

You always listen to people and help them when they need it even if your tired

You challenge me and help me become a better person

You never judge me

You make me feel safe

You believe in me, even when idont

You inspire me everyday whether it’s work related or just life in general

You’ve seen teh good and the bad in me and you still love me

You laugh at all my jokes even if they suck

You’re my best friend (🎶you can hear it in the silence🎶)

You respect my space when i need it, even if i go about it awfully (when writing ‘about it’ i accidentally wrote ‘tit’ :I)

You give the best fucking hugs 

When i get anxious, you always help me, even if it’s just when you sit with me and help me breathe 

You took the time to learn about me and my mental struggles so that you could help me better

You make life so much more better 

You remind me that i’m worth more than i think i do

You chose me

You make me blush and happy

Your music taste is amazing as well (btw i got us tickets to see Noah Kahan)

You’re like my personal google and dictionary

You get along with my family

My mum loves you (i think she loves u more than she loves me ngl)

You get along with max and you mock sometimes and it makes me laugh so much

You stay even if im mean and dont deserve it

You sacrifice a lot

You always put others before you 

You don’t mind my gaming (even when i keep you up late with my screaming)

You always listen to me talk about the things i like 

You hold my hand in public (it sounds stupid but it makes sense ok so shut it) <3

You never give up on me

You bring out the best in me

Max said he hadn’t seen me so happy until i met you

You make me feel lucky to have u

You support my career and stuff even though it gets really hard sometimes

You make the bad days better

You make everyday better as well, not just the bad ones

You never make me feel bad or ashamed about feeling certain ways

You always validate me when i need it

You never lie to me

You always tell me straight up when im the one in the wrong

The way you smell

The way you look when u see me

The way you hold me tight even if i’ve just raced singapore and am sweating out of every crevise

You stay strong for the both of us

Your attitude

Your kisses

You’re always down to play video games with me (IM SORRY FOR IT TAKES TWO I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS HARD)

The way you call me your love

You stand up for me even when im not deserving of it

Your cooking skills

The way you play with my hair

How we’re able to joke with eachother

The way you tell stories

The way you talk in general

How funny you were when telling me about work and snot shot out of my nose 

You match my freak

Your singing (even if its off key sometimes)

You never doubt me

U dont mind my clinginess (sorry about scaring u in the shower the other day as well)

You never tell me to go away

You always communicate with me

You plan things for our future

When you send me vlogs when im away (or even when im home but youre at work)

You make my heart feel full

You’re consistent with loving me. Whether you’re sad or mad or happy or anything, you still love me the same

Youre never too busy for me

The way we can just sit in silence together and do nothing but still have fun

The way you help me pack when im getting ready to travel

The way you pack my favorite snacks for me when im going away for a while

We can share victories together, big or small (lol big or small, ya know, like dicks)

You never make me feel alone

You watch stupid ass movies with me all the time

You dont get mad at me when you try to teach me to play valorant (it’s fucking hard, csgo is better anyways)

The way your face lit up and you started talking faster when you were talking to me about your favorite artist

The way you speak to me so gently when i need it

The way you make a playlist for every mood possible

The way you make a playlist for every book you read, even if the book was bad

How you insist we don’t have enough driving playlists so we always make more

The way you introduce me to new things (i still wont try fish, screw that)

Youre adventurous

You put up with my shananigens

The way you made a million stickers on whatsapp

How you always say ‘i love you’ with the ‘i’

When you tell me goodmorning and goodnight even if youre mad at me

How you help me dress better

How u kiss me in a way that screws me up forever

How you always ask me about my day

How you always put your leg on mine

How you show me how forever feels

How you put up with my stupidity (I REALLY THOUGHT THE MATTRESS WAS GONNA HELP)

You’re gonna be an amazing mum someday

How you spam me with tiktoks

Your laugh is the best sound ive ever heard

Youre beautiful inside and out

How u were able to make me laugh even after i’d poked by hand with a knife when i tried cutting an avocado

How you helped me escape the bed sheet when we discovered my new found claustrophobia

How you always rep mclaren and quadrant merch

How you always make backed goods and make them healthy sometimes so i can still eat them

How when we’re out and you can tell im anxious

And when you realize it you find small ways to ground me like holding my hands or tapping my foot with yours

You love the pictures i put in the new digital frame (you cant lie and say u dont like yassified alonso)

If im hungry in the middle of the night, you join me in snacking or ordering a whole pizza

How you know you’re lactose intolerant but still eat dairy filled foods

And how you lock me out the room when you have to deal with the aftermath of eating dairy

How you're already naming our future children

How you laugh til you cry at 3 in the morning from watching tiktoks 

And waking me up to watch them with you

How you get so excited when talking to me about the last book you read 

How you tell me about the book theories you hear and your own theories (violet’s mom was definitely venin)

How when u find me snacking in the middle of the night, you don’t question it

How we have dance parties in the living room

How you quote random things all the time, especially tiktok sounds

Your love for musicals

How you say “me and boq” every 5 mins

Your unconditional love for not just me, but everyone 

Your love knowing no boundaries

The way you didn’t get scared away when faced with so much hate and shit when we first started dating

Your strength

How you learned the “wait, they dont love you like i love you” thing in different languages

Your high streak on duolingo

Your creativity

Your piano skills

Your love for celsius (although it’s not good for you and you should probably slow down on them :( try coffee instead)

How you and my mum go shopping together all the time

How you’re invited home more than i am…

Your dedication to work

Your work ethic (it’s not the same as the reason above)

Your vast knowledge of everything in Marvel

How you interact with the fans

How you show me off in every way possibel (i might've said this already)

How you help me with quadrant shit

How you give me a room tour anytime youre somewhere new

The light you emit

The way you make everything so much brighter

How you always try to learn new things (we should try tarot reading again, that one was fun and we can scare the shit out of max with it)

The way you never let go no matter what

The way you always give back to people

The way you live everyday like it’s the last

The way you love me and hold onto me

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vox Machina reacting to gn crush telling him/her that they had been told by their crushes that they're not good-looking and interesting please?

Vax thinks that’s an utter bollocks statement to make, especially since it was coming from someone you had feelings towards.

This absolute sweetheart would sit by you under a blanket of stars and keep you company until he thought you were ready to get back on your feet and show the fucker what they were missing out on.

‘They speak the universal language of bullshit.’ He’d say, which made you laugh in how he worded it. ‘I’m being serious! They don’t fucking know what they’ve missed out on, so don’t be too sad because they knew you were out of their reach and didn’t want to admit it out of their own pride.’ He adds as he allowed you to toy with his dagger

‘Still hurts though.’ You murmured as you tossed the dagger into the air and catching it by the handle as it comes down again. Vax frowns before nudging you in the side playfully.

‘Hey, it may suck now but sooner or later we’re going to look back on this and laugh at how much of a loser they were and how much better off you were without them to tie you down.’ He says and you look at him deeply before smiling. ‘Yeah they were a bit bland featured to be honest.’ You shyly admitted as vax laughed.

‘They’re bland as fuck and you are not, they’re a cunt and your far better then to let that twat have any ounce of power over you in any aspect, oh we can go see if I can pickpocket the bastard for everything their worth? Would that cheer you up?’ Vax asked as you mulled over the idea in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to want to see chaos ensue and you were quick to agree.

You and vax then ran off into the night like two giggling idiots, feeling a thousand times better then you were before.

Vex

‘Oh sweetheart that isn’t true, far from it.’ She’d say as she holds your face, wiping away your tears from your cheeks.

‘Then why would they say it.’ You said as you looked to her for answers within her eyes and Vex couldn’t help but feel her heart crack for you.

‘They’re not worth your tears, none at all if this is how they’re going to make you feel all the time.’ Vex told you as her bear companion huffed and cuddled into your side, sensing your sadness and distress and you were quick to run your hand through their fur in silent thanks.

‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected so much from them to begin with. After all nothing is set in stone.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But it still hurts regardless.’

‘And it will my dear, it will hurt but sometimes it can motivate us into going the path we were meant to all along.’ Vex replied as watched you and trinket interact with hope in her heart that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be alright in due time.

‘Thanks vex, I really needed to hear that today.’ You tell her, only for trinket to huff as you laugh and ruffle their fur, ‘and yes thank you too trinket, thank you for the emotional support.’

Trinket huffed again but this time in triumph.

Percy wouldn’t know how to comfort you at first but would find it easier to just let you air out your grievances instead.

‘They said I’m bland and unappealing! Only to then call me childish when I showed that I wasn’t happy being called such, claiming I can’t handle the truth.’ You groaned as you fell in to the empty chair that awaited you. ‘What a fucking joke.’ You murmured.

‘What they said is uncalled for and rude on all accounts,’ Percy said calmly, ‘they claim it’s true but from the stories you’ve told me about them, they’re the most boring and unpleasant person to ever engage in a conversation with without feeling the need to bring up your topic of the weather.’ He adds and you snorted at his sarcastic tone.

‘Yeah, they do tend to find the most boring things and talk about them for hours, how I thought that was attractive I’ll never know, blinded I guess.’ You shrugged as you both began to shit talk about your former crush and nitpick at their every aspect with scrutinising detail.

‘They cannot tie a cravat properly to save his life.’ Percy quipped.

‘They avoid taverns because they don’t like the liveliness of them, nor the rowdiness.’ You add.

Percy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Pretentious prick.’

You jolted forward in your seat towards him as though you were going to tell him a secret. ‘He’s not even from a well known enough family for that Percy’s they just wanna act like they are.’ You swore you saw Percy smile before he hid it behind his hand.

‘How embarrassing.’ He mumbles.

‘I know right?!’ You exclaimed as throughout the night you and Percy spend most of it together and shit talking the rejection away.

Keyleth would immediately try to disprove this by taking you out to her garden and showing you all the flowers.

‘Why am I here keyleth? To show how unappealing I am in comparison to pretty flowers?’ You asked.

‘No! I brought you here to show that every flower within my garden is no less loved than the other, all of them are watered and properly cared for regardless of how they look or what they smell like.’ Keyleth replied as she made you look at the daises, lavenders, chrysanthemums, water lilies, thistle, roses, Lilly of the valley and many more as thought they were a kaleidoscope of beauty in all its forms.

‘They are indeed all beautiful in their own unique way.’ You mumbled as you brushed one of the petals of a rose. Keyleth smiled as she put her hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

‘All flowers are loved by someone and you will find someone who will love you just as much as a Gardner loves their flowers.’ She reassured you in a sweet yet calming voice. ‘For you are worthy of love just like these flowers and you’ll find them, it just takes a little time and patience to happen. So hold on tight because someone is out there looking for the prettiest flower; you.’ She finished and you smiled back at her, resting your hands on top of hers, feeling reassured.

‘Thanks keyleth, I really needed it.’ You replied.

Grog

‘Well they’re stupid.’ He’d say in response.

‘but what if they’re right?’ You asked, defeated. ‘What if I am boring and unappealing?’

Grog huffs. ‘Bullshit. You’re far from either boring or unappealing, they’re just weak shit and cowardly because they know they can’t handle someone like you.’

You’d lean into his side and smiling softly. ‘Thanks for cheering me up Grog, I really needed it.’

‘No problem buddy.’ He smiles as he pats your head as a moment of silence passed between you two. ‘So…do you wanna fuck up some bad guys to relive the stress?’ He then asks and you smiled at him.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’ You tell him as you both set off to kick some ass.

[sare-nim]

Disclaimer <this is a WIP>

This is my first work so..I'm sorry if it's not that good English is my second language so don't expect good grammar from me.

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THE SUN IN THE DARK

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You were just walking through the streets of the village. You were just a basic cookie to the other cookies. Nothing special, your magic weak–you are just basic…normal.

That's what every cookie you came across thought. You were quiet at times even emotionless, but sometimes you would be very energetic. It depends on the mood you're in.

Hearing this, you were quite proud of yourself. You were once a normal human now, a cookie. To many, this change would be scary, but for you, it wasn't. You had nothing in your previous world. No family worth staying with, no friends, not even pets. You were alone, but now you're in your favorite game. Wasn't it exciting to wake up and see yourself in the forest you knew so well.

You learned magic as it was what required very little physical actions, unlike welding a sword or a bow–but you are also a sucker for knowledge, especially about your favorite game.

You were one happy cookie for a while, but then. It got boring after a while. You learned everything perfected every spell and have memorized everything on the basic knowledge books. You were hungry for more. You are like a sponge sucking knowledge like it's water.

So you decided you have to start traveling again in order to find more knowledge leaving you beautiful cabin. You traveled alone for a while cake hounds chasing you and other monsters chasing you. They were so cute sad you had to kill them—then cook them.

Yes, you ate the monsters they were so delicious, though their eyes are very sour, like biting a unpealed lemon sour. You yourself weren't sure how you could eat them as you though cookies can only eat — but you aren’t complaining. They tasted amazing.

As you wondered, you heard a sound one that made you raise an eyebrow, turning to where the sound came from.

*A cake hound? No, it didn't sound like a sound a cake hound could create.*

Your grip on your staff tightened while you approached the sorce of the sound, making sure–you weren't making any sound.

“Ah! Finally, a good place to camp for the night!”

An energetic voice rings through the air, and the voice obviously belongs to a boy cookie. Your eyes winded slightly the corners of your lips twitching. You felt a heat of excitement shoot through your dough.

“Gigngerbrave what if a cakehound attacks us when we sleep?”

A soft voice rings through the air, the one speaking obviously a bit scared. You move closer carefully using the trees to hide your form– your eyes shining brightly at the sight.

*it's them!!!*

Your breath caught in your throat while you leaned on the tree you're hiding behind. You see them GingerBrave is happily gathering sticks while the strawberry Cookie is looking at him with a worried look on her face.

“Don't worry, strawberry Cookie, I will put a barrier so if a cake hound tries to attack, we will be alarmed.”

The wizard reassured his friend, who let's out a sigh in response– looking now a bit relieved.

You fixed your robes and hood before clearing your throat, catching the attention of the other cookies immediately drawing their weapons.

“Who's there?!”

Wizard cookie demanded his voice carrying a hint of fear. You only chuckled softly at the character you know like the back of your cookie hand.

You walk out of your hiding spot, smiling ear to ear. You raised your hand, waving at the other cookies as you approached them.

“Greetings follow travelers! I hope you don't mind me intruding, but I wish to join your little spot for tonight. If you allow me, of course.”

Your words of grace flow out of your mouth like rivers of water. You bow down slightly in greeting wishing to look as presentable as you can.

“Ah? A nother cookie!”

Gingerbrave happily said smiling brightly.

“of course you can join us in this camp!”

He declared without hesitating the wizard cookie flinched at this before responding

“ginger brave?! They're strangers what if-”

“Thank you so much oh young cookies. I hope one day I can repay your kindness.”

You cut him off expressing your gratitude which made the wary cookie sigh in defeat. While Strawberry Cookie just stayed silent but you can tell she's too a bit wary.

Just like that you were accepted into the group. You went through the adventures you played through. You knew the outcome of it all so you didn't really feel effected If something happened. To you they were all game characters–If they die they die.

You mostly let the others do the heavy lifting knowing they need to do it to be more powerful. Though if they asked for your help in the middle of a battle you would help. Despite just knowing basic magic spells you beat any monster in sight…Well the ones you have done your research on and have fought before.

Though when one finds a artifacts or a book about something you lose all control chuckling happily. Jumping up and down in excitement you were like a cat on catnip in those moments.

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Then the moment you have been waiting for arrived! Finally you have begun the beast yeast chapter. You are so excited your hungry brain desires the knowledge inside. You didn't care about White lily cookie leaving too focused on the fact your about to enter the best arc you have player through.

Your skipping humming happily Pure Vanilla cookie couldn't help but giggle at how energetic you are being.–While Wizard Cookie only sighed but had a small smile on his face.

“Y/N cookie how can you be so excited?”

Asked a very nervous Strawberry Cookie who has a bad feeling about this trip.

“I just can't help but be excited! Imagine all the books the knowledge– the spells!”

You happily explained your heart beating ten times faster now thinking about the books your cheeks earn a blush as you happily skipped while the others walked.

“What a energetic cookie.”

Exclaimed a amused Pure Vanilla Cookie who had been a victim to your excitement when you first met him.

“I'm glad your happy Y/N cookie!”

Commented GingerBrave who pats Strawberry Cookies shoulder as a way to comfort the other cookie who nodded her head in response.

[lvlyghost]

Hello do you take requests cause I had this idea in my mind but I suck in writing

how bout a ghost x reader where he had a bad day and takes it out on his beloved reader who he's been in a really long relationship with, by starting an argument and maybe saying some really mean and bad things that break the reader. Like the reader is only a shell of herself and completely ruined by ghosts words and just crying or sitting completely still staring off the wall or just staring at nothing just being numb.

What would be interesting is Simons reaction when he realizes the damage that he's done, maybe he would cry/break down idk when he sees the usually happy reader being so dull and almost lifeless yk

But Pleasee don't do this to our hearts and write some comfort and a happy ending please I couldn't handle too much angst❤️😭

The Weight of the World

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You promised to always lean on each other but sometimes love isn't enough.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TW: heavy angst, literally got some mid anxiety writing this🥴 swearing, self-doubt, hurt-comfort and slight fluff towards the end. lmk if i missed any.

A/N: finished this in one sitting lol, also not proofread and poorly edited, i've been having a shitty week so expect more angst lol. meet me in therapy. Enjoy anon!🤍🌟🫶🏻💕

Masterlist✨

You hesitate right outside Simon's studio, the place where he secludes himself from everything and everyone. Ever since he came from his last mission he seemed to be on the edge constantly. The usual softness that he reserved specifically for you was... absent.

Still you wouldn't let that stop you from approaching; having dating him for a few years now let you know so much of that. You knew when he was hurting. When he was sad, angry, jealous or even happy. Little to no people could say that.

Somehow this was different. He wasn't even letting you in, constantly keeping you at arms length and that hurt. How were you supposed to get to him this time? Get him to talk to you?

To look at you again with that same glint in his eyes, the spark that you ignited in him and that won't fade away even years after.

The sound of a chair creaking startles you, the same time the timer in the kitchen goes off. You walk back, turning the oven off, and sticking out the apple pie you so happily baked for both with hopes that you'll get him loosen a bit that dark cloud that's been looming over Simon these past few days.

The door of his studio is yanked open the heavy stomp of his boots resonating across the small apartment you two share, then his bulky frame appears just to grab the keys to his black motorcycle.

"Simon!" You call him, burning your hand in the process. He stills halfway through the living room, waiting for you to say something else. Wetting a cloth hurriedly and wrapping it around the burnt skin.

"I made something for us... maybe," standing behind him you leave a reasonable space between the two. You swallow down hard. "Thought we could have it together and just, you know spend...-"

"I don't have time for that now." His voice is cold and monotone. "Don't wait for me."

"But Si-" he turns on his heels, eyes hard and unyielding. He approaches slowly, making you gulp. "What's gotten into you, Simon?" You fight back the tears, this was the man you loved so dearly, the man you knew loved you back; there was a reason for the golden engagement ring on your left hand. "I..-"

"Fucking hell would you stop that? Please just..." he notices the wetness in your eyes. "I can't do this. Not anymore."

"Whatever it is I promise we can work it out together!" your lips quivered. "Just talk to me!"

"I don't need to talk about anything girl!" He seethes, one finger pointing at you. "Think some cheap counseling with you will make things right? Bloody hell no. Neither some homemade bread, this isn't fucking working and it won't until you learn how the bloody world works."

It breaks your heart into a tiny million pieces, breathing becomes a challenge and the injury in your hand can no longer be felt. Simon's words were worse than any physical pain. Where was the man you loved? The man who used to lift you up and kiss you on the forehead? The man whose hands couldn't stop roaming your body late at night? The man who'd helped you reach out for things he probably put away in the highest shelf so you'd ask for help. That same man that had proposed to you no long ago, right before he was deployed to a special op God knows where. The fabric of his mask moves when he keeps talking but you don't listen. You can't. Just like you can't stop the tears dribbling down your cheeks and the tremble of your hands. Simon's jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he takes a step back and leaves.

You walk sluggishly to where the dessert awaits. It's when your knees buckle that you finally let out a loud cry.

-

Simon knows he isn't a good man. He's done quite questionable things that he could never say out loud. He knows he's fucked in so many ways. But he also knows that there's one thing that kept him from spiraling further down into an abyss of death and self-loathing.

You.

The woman he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that didn't care about his past, the bad moments and his complicated persona. You who would selflessly love him without asking for something in return. What had you seen in him in first place? Even now after three years he can't wrap his head around the fact that he has someone who waits for him.

Simon knows how much he loves you, but what he doesn't know is how—or in what earth—he deserves every part of you.

You've been avoiding him ever since that horrible night. Words he can't take back. Looks that haunt him every time he closed his eyes. He hears you cry when you go to sleep or when you're taking a shower. Muffled sobs and wails that will come for him until the day he dies.

You avoid him like a plague, when he walks in. After all he's the one to blame. He wanted to ask you to tear him apart maybe that'd feel less painful.

The last remaining of sanity that was left in him came crashing down when he began to notice how you stared off in a haze, numbly looking at the window. He was losing you. Destroyed the one good thing he had. So, a few days later, despite his own demons. Despite the things that broke him all irreparably during the last mission in Moscow, he comes to find you. Sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes set on your left hand.

The engagement ring was gone, forgotten someplace unknown. Simon felt the panic wrenching his guts.

It's all on him.

He whispers your name, calls you softly. Slowly sitting in front of you, the coffee table creaks under his weight. Words get caught in his throat.

"May I take your hand?" He pleads, not getting an answer. Simon sighs, lowering his head as silent reigns yet again. "I don't deserve you." He murmurs, eyes bored into the floor. "I... I ruin everything I touch. Just never thought I'd ruin my girl."

Your eyes flutter shut, wet tears clinging to your eyelashes. Simon watches as you stand and leave without a word, he follows close behind to your shared room.

"Love..."

"Don't call me that!" the hurt in your voice... the resentment in your eyes, he's earned it.

Simon reaches out for your arm, grabbing you firmly but gently, mindful not to harm you.

"Right I deserve that." If there's one thing Simon regrets it's being the reason that your eyes no longer shine. "What I said... what happened I...-"

Shaking your head and biting down your lip.

"You never gave me the chance, I thought we said we'd always find a way."

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry baby." in an instant he's pulling you close, although you want to push him away, scream at him, slap him for the calvary he made you go through. "I'm not good with words, and I'm no good person." You feel his body shaking with anxiety as your eyes widen in shock. "I tried... I can't forgive myself for my mistakes."

"Simon..." he hushed you, cradling your head with his big hand. "I can't sleep knowing I can't protect you from what's out there, couldn't bloody protect that kid in Moscow, or my family."

You guide him to the bed, sitting down side by side and holding onto each other.

"Said I would always be with you Simon, why the hell did you push me away?! Have I not given my everything to you? We promised to always make it work!" He grabs your face staring intently into your eyes. "What happened there?"

He blinks, deciding how much to say. There was no need for you to know the entirety of it. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of this world, and he would as long as he lived.

"A young lad whose life's was cut short because I wasn't there on time. How can I come back to you, be happy when someone else just lost their kid..."

"That wasn't on you! Simon Riley you stop that now." He inhales, cinnamon and vanilla flooding his senses. It's you all of you. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. We do that together, yeah?" Your chest hurts from how hard it's beating. "You've done far so much. You won't lose me."

A rumble in the sky and cars passing by outside your home is all you hear. Brown eyes like honey stare back into your soul.

"You took it off..."

"I burnt my hand, it wasn't healing properly. And you know what?" He quirks a brow. "It wasn't homemade bread. It was an apple pie, you silly."

"You'll never forgive me for that one won't you?" He doesn't chuckle but the air feels lighter.

"No. Probably won't." Simon takes your burnt hand bringing it to his lips, they're soft against the marred skin.

"But we're still getting married, yeah?" He asks.

You smile fondly, humming when he kisses your forehead, tears have now dried.

"Yeah. We're still getting married."

[morganbritton132]

Oh geez this might be a double ask because my phone glitched out when I tried to send previously BUT just wanted to say that I love ur Steve has older siblings au

I also need to say that I shamelessly combined that au with ur post about Tommy knowing Steve the best. Just picturing Steve’s sibs zoning out when his mom lists what he can’t eat because they assume she’s just being difficult. Flash forward a few years and they accidentally poison Steve with like peanut butter cookies and are realllly lucky that Tommy was staying over that weekend and knows he’s allergic.

anyways thx for all ur writing!

I only got this ask once so we’re good! The Steve Has Older Siblings AU has kinda been on hold for a bit because Dustin is either the easiest or the hardest character to write and right now, he’s being difficult for me.

BUT! I love this.

I’m going to change it around a bit because I’m on this kick right now where Steve is allergic to aspirin. Also, with the way that Steve’s mom is written for this AU, she is negligent but protective of her son. I don’t think she’d allow peanut butter in the house if Steve was allergic.

She wouldn’t allow aspirin either but Richard insists that it’s the only thing that cures a migraine (hangover), and Steve’s eight. He doesn’t even like taking his Flintstone vitamins so she’s not concerned about him getting in the medicine cabinet.

It’s not common that Tommy stays over at Steve’s when they’re sick.

Typically his mom watches them at their house but she had to go wake up his grandma (“That doesn’t make any sense. Why can’t she set an alarm clock?”/”I dunno, Steve. That’s what Mommy said. She had to go to Granny’s wake.”) so Mrs. Harrington was babysitting them.

Mrs. Harrington isn’t very good at taking care of them. Tommy wouldn’t tell Steve that because it’ll make him sad, but his mom kinda sucks at this. She doesn’t even give them popsicles for their sore throats or kiss their foreheads to check their temperature. She just disappears for long periods of time to yell into the phone.

Tommy’s kinda happy when she has to go into the office because he thinks Claire might look after them, but she’s apparently studying in her room so Steve’s brothers are doing it.

Tommy secretly likes this better because Jason and Richie are very nice to him, and they tell him that he’s cooler than Steve. No one has ever said that before! Not even Carol and they got married under the jungle gym.

Tommy likes hanging out with them even if he feels icky today.

He is standing in the kitchen next to Steve, watching Richie cut a little orange pill in half with a knife. Richie keeps muttering under his breath about running out of the ‘liquid S H I T.’ Tommy thinks it’s funny that he said a bad word, but can’t laugh about it because he can see the bottle that the pill came out of and –

“I don’t think we take that,” He voices but Richie brushes him off. He says it’s like candy. Tommy has brothers too, so he knows that sometimes you gotta give in or they’ll rub your face into the carpet until you get rugburn, but, “I know but… but what if only I take it?”

“You take half,” Richie tells him. “Stevie over here takes the other half and then we’re right as rain. It reduces fever.”

“Yeah,” Jason adds from behind them. “So your brain doesn’t leak out your ears.”

Tommy looks over at Steve but he isn’t fully awake so there’s not much of a reaction there. Plus, he’s not a very good reader so Tommy’s not sure if he even knows what the bottle says. He tries again, ignoring Jason, “That’s not what Mrs. Harrington gave us earlier.”

“Yeah, I know. This is better.”

“Steve can’t take that,” Tommy tries again after he crunches the medicine between his teeth. He sticks out his tongue so Richie can see that it’s gone, and then adds, “Mommy gave that to him once and it made him really sick.”

“It did?” Steve croaks, snatching his hand back when Richie tries to hand him the pill. Richie tries to force the pill into his mouth but Steve presses his lips together. It makes his brother swear and gesture to Jason, and then Steve is snatched off his feet with a hand pinching his nose shut.

He struggles and Tommy wants to help but he – he also wants Richie and Jason to like him so, he doesn’t help. Steve gasps for breath and the pill goes in…and Steve is fine. He’s angry and out of breath, and his nose is still stuffy so he still kinda sounds like a frog but he’s not.. he’s not blue like last time.

Tommy thinks, oh. He thinks, cool.

Everything is fine for fifteen minutes and then Tommy is yelling out the door of Steve’s bedroom that they need help. Steve is breathing weird and – “and, I – I think he’s going to die!”

A lot of stuff happens at once. Claire leaves her room, Jason and Richie come up the stairs, and they all start yelling and blaming each other. No one really jumps into action until Tommy bursts into tears. Then it’s movement and car rides, and Tommy is sitting in the waiting room at the hospital without shoes on.

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington rush into the room. The only thing he does know is that he’s never seen anybody look as angry as Mrs. Harrington did when she sees them.

She looks like she’s going to yell at them but Mr. Harrington grabs her by the arm and drags her to the reception desk. They disappear behind the white double doors that Steve went through.

It only makes Tommy cry harder.

[pimpnchips]

u should do a gp jenna x f reader :3

Ghost Girl

G!p Jenna x Fem!Reader

Warnings: death, smut, dirty talking, foul languages, severe mind-fuck, g!p.

Summary: After Jenna’s recent death, she visits you every night until a unexpected turn happens when you awaken.

After, a year of your beloved wife’s death, there was nothing to keep you sane or happy. She was all you had and all you ever wanted. Your family and friends tried their best to help and comfort you but it never worked out.

Not anymore.

You didn’t need anyone now. You couldn’t. There was too much pain. Too much sadness. The only thing you did now was stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the ceiling tiles.

Sometimes, you think that Jenna visits you at night, you feel her beautiful and intimidating presence. Tonight you were hoping that she came to visit again. You longed for her touch, the way she kissed you as though her life depended on it, whispered into your ear and gave you strength, the way she held onto you like a lifeline.

She always knew what to do when you were sad and alone. She would kiss away your tears. She told you it wouldn’t be forever. But it might as well be forever now. Without your beloved?.. Who are you?

Now you were settling into bed, keeping her spot empty.

Waiting patiently for your girl to come crawling back into your bed. You started to drift to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock on your door that you sat up. You rubbed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of your fatigue, but still, your vision remained blurry from being tired you assumed.

The knocking kept coming.

Finally, you made out an image through the crack in the door. It was Jenna, you’re wife. Her hair was wild, she looked the same, but more beautiful. Her skin glowed in the moonlight and her mouth was curled with delight.

“Hi baby, you miss me?” she said softly walking completely in, not bothering to shut the door behind her, just walked right in with a smile and a smirk on her face.

“That’s my girl.”

“Always looking forward to seeing me?” She continued.

She leaned her hand towards you , slowly making her way toward you. And before you knew it, you felt your arms around her neck and your lips locked with hers once more.

“You want me inside of you, sweetheart?” She teased, grazing her fingertips down your jaw line.

“Poor love, I bet you’ve been craving my cum since yesterday, yeah?”

Jenna started to pull your shorts down, exposing your naked body. You looked up at her with “fuck me” eyes.

Your body started to heat up, you missed her touch so much. You stared into her captivating eyes, reaching out to stroke her cheek to make sure she’s actually real and you’re not dreaming.

She reaches down to grab your hand, kissing it while started to kiss up your arm without breaking eye contact. Her soft lips made your body melt, made your pussy crave for her touch instantly.

She began kissing up your neck as you groaned with pleasure, you missed her so much.

You longed for her touch.

She nibbled and sucked along your neck, leaving her marks as she always does. You tilt your head back leaning into her hot mouth. She reached her slender fingers under your silk pajama shirt and began fiddling with your already hard nipples.

“I missed you so much,” you said, struggling to catch your breath.

Sensations rush through your body, between her sucking and kissing your neck, and playing with both your nipples were too much.

You felt empty and you needed to be filled. Her cock in you was what you wanted.

You cuppedJenna’s face and slammed your lips against each other. your tongues battling against each other to decide who will lead the kiss.

Your hand slid behind Jenna’s neck into her wild hair pulling her as close as she can be, knowing that was impossible.

Jenna looked up at you as she slowly reached her hand down to begin unbuttoning your silk shirt, yanking it off when it begins to be a struggle. Jenna broke off the kiss to stare at your naked body, admiring you.

“You want my cum?” She asked, staring at your breasts.

“More than anything.”

“Get on the bed, let’s try something different tonight darling,” she said in a demanding tone.

Obviously you did as you were told, as you leaned over your ass hanging in the air Jenna slapped it. You looked back with an annoyed expression.

“You know I can’t help myself, now lay down.”

Jenna started to undress in front of you, pulling off her already loose black tie. She smirked as she unbuttoned her white shirt, exposing her perky breasts.

You began feeling shy, not knowing what Jenna was going to do to you this time, but those nerves quickly turned into you being hornier than before when you saw her cock spring out of her pants.

Jenna walked over to the edge of the bed then began climbing towards you, you felt her tip drag up your leg while then grazing your wet cunt. Sending shivers down your spine.

Jenna stopped as she sat right over your lower stomach.

“What are you doing baby?” You asked, looking up at your late wife.

“I know you want me, but let’s have a little fun first.”

She grabbed both of you breasts, pushing them together with one hand. “Close your eyes,” Jenna said, messing with you.

You closed your eyes as you felt a wet sensation slip through your titties. You opened your eyes to see Jenna groaning with pleasure as she began to titty fuck you.

“I didn’t tell you to fucking open your eyes, did I ?”

Both of your body’s move in sync as Jenna thrust her dick in and out of your breast.

Her groans becoming louder with each thrust.

Feeling her cock slip in and out made you so desperate, you wanted her to touch you everywhere.

You wanted her to fill every hole you have with her cum.

Jenna nearing her climax pulled her dick out one last time to shove it down your throat. You moaned feeling her warm cock hit the back of your throat. Staring up at her, you saw her head fly back letting out a moan of relief.

“Fuck, there ya go.” She groaned, as she grabbed your hair to motion your head back and forth.

Her warm cum shot to the back of your mouth, dripping down your throat, which you swallowed every bit of.

You smiled as Jenna fell onto the bed out of breath, you sat up brushing your finger’s against her face.

You decided to lay down next to her, a little disappointed your night ended so quickly.

That feeling faded away as you started to drift to sleep.

All of a sudden you hear rustling next to you. Feeling yourself being flipped over onto your stomach. You look over your shoulder to see Jenna lifting your ass up in the air to shove her hard dick in.

You let out a yelp because you weren’t prepared.

You gripped the sheets as you moaned louder while your wife slammed into your pussy again.

Your eyes started watering, not because it hurt, but because it felt so good.

“I never said I was done.”

Jenna continued to thrust in and out as she grabbed your hips. You couldn’t hear Jenna grunting as it was drowned out by your loud noises.

“That’s right baby you wanted this dick so bad didn’t you?” Jenna said cockily, “beg for it, sweet girl .”

She slapped your ass making you open your mouth but no words came out.

“Please baby,” you said having to pause to let out a moan, “ please cum in me.”

Jenna smiled, her thrust began quickening in pace. Your whole body twitched and tingled as you felt your orgasm nearing. Your moans got even louder, sounds of you begging for jenna and screaming her name.

Jenna slapped your ass one last time as you came down from your orgasm.

Your hands slowly starting to release they’re grip on Jenna’s back, as your orgasm took all the energy you had left.

Jenna pulled her dick out of your tired pussy, your cum dripping out into the sheets.

“I love you.” she mutters, stroking your red cheek.

You blush as you hold her cheeks in your hand, “I love you too”

Jenna nuzzles her face into your neck, craving to be closer to you.

“Goodnight.” she kisses your cheek, as you start to drift off to sleep in your wife’s arms.

—

The next morning you woke up with a scratchy throat but previous nights events distract you from the feeling.

The smile on your face lingers as you remember the night between you and Jenna. You’ll forever remember that night of pleasure and love, reminiscing on the way Jenna makes you feel.

However, your thoughts were sidetracked when you remembered that it wasn’t real or maybe it was ?

You moved slightly feeling cum ooze down your freshly shaved legs, you always forget that she’s never actually here the next morning.

“Y/n, can you go back to bed why are you staring at the ceiling?” A voice said, your body in shock making you think you were actually going crazy.

You hesitated to look to the right of you and to your surprise there’s Jenna sitting in your bed and now you’re more confused than before.

“What?” You questioned, your eyes widening.

She sits up and looks at your face puzzled, she was more confused on why you looked so shocked to see her.

“Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?” She questioned frantically, rubbing her eyes due to her tiredness.

Your mouth was slightly opened. “Jenna..?” You asked.

“Who is jenna?” She asked.

“Baby it’s me Tara, are you okay seriously?” She sat up on her elbows looking in your direction. Tara was concerned on your thought process but the previous nights events after the Halloween party was unspeakable. You got so drunk that you thought Sam was a statue.

You gasp in realization, “Fuck, I’m fucking losing it”

Your girlfriend reaches for your cheek to give you a soft kiss , “Maybe you’re still a little drunk” she whispered, continuing to kiss over your face.

You nodded your head slightly in agreement.

“I had the craziest dream” you sighed, lying back down on your pillow.

Tara turns on her side to rest her head on your arm, “What was it about?” She asked, drawing patterns on your stomach with her fingers.

You hesitated for a moment, thinking if you should tell her or not.

It wasn’t necessarily something she would want to hear considering how bad her jealousy issues were. It took you a moment to realize what you felt was a dream and the cum coming down your leg was from the previous night with Tara.

“Nothing baby, I’ll tell you later” you smiled, kissing her soft lips.

All of it added up but something still didn’t feel right, but maybe you were too tired and right now you’re too exhausted to care.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 44

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 41, part 42, part 43

Wayne’s getting really tired of being woken up this way. He thought choosing the room over Eddie’s would be a good idea. Even if it was close enough to the kitchen that he can hear the cabinets close and the dishes rattle. That he could deal with. He was used to living with thin walls.

What he wasn’t used to was living with this many fights that didn’t directly involve him. It’s nauseating. They do it repeatedly, never getting tired of it. Fighting over everything possible, finding something new every time one of them walks into the room.

He doesn’t know what to do about it. He doesn’t know how to get them to stop. It hurts because he knows why they’re doing it. It’s so easy to force the anger out at someone who’s willing to take it. Hurting themselves more in the process without realizing.

It’s just a horrible endless loop that’s haunted them for weeks. It needs to stop.

Wayne makes his way downstairs, hearing clips of the argument as he walks to the kitchen. It keeps jumping from topic to topic. Insults flying with no rhyme or reason. Only meant to hurt.

“Maybe if you stopped moping in your room and actually tried to get better, you wouldn’t be in here yelling at me,” Steve yells.

“Well maybe I would if you actually went out and tried to do something with your life. That way you wouldn’t smother me.”

Steve huffs. “Back to this really? You need to get some new material, Munson.”

“And you need to get some new moves. Since the old ones don’t seem to be working anymore. Nancy’s here all the time and hasn’t fallen for a single one of them,” Eddie snarls.

“I already told you, she’s not interested anymore. I’m not—”

“Clearly,” Eddie interrupts. Finding the strength to stand up. “All that work for nothing. She doesn’t want you anymore.”

Steve starts to deflate, the fight waning. Eddie hitting the nerve he wanted. Waiting for Steve to hammer the final nail in the coffin before storming out and leaving. Making it so Eddie is the one that’s most hurt. So he isn’t in the wrong.

But Steve doesn’t say anything. Wayne can see the tears start to build in his eyes. The way his body shuts down.

It’s finally going too far.

Eddie doesn’t see the signs, seeing Steve’s defeat as a victory. One that he doesn’t want, so he continues to bite. “I think I’ve finally figured you out Harrington. Big house, big personality. It’s a call for help really. Trying to make it seem like you have everything, when in reality, you have no one to share it with. You overcompensate to hide the fact that you can never make anyone stay.”

Wayne’s jaw clenches. His fist tightens. It was too far.

Steve laughs, voice wet. “I didn’t mind you fighting with me because I knew why you were doing it,” he says with such pain it stings more than any insult they’ve thrown. “But sometimes, Eddie, you’re just mean.”

He leaves the room. Not going to outside to clear his head. Not leaving in a huff. Just a sad walk with his arms crossed, and eyes spilling over with tears. Up to his room, locking himself away.

“You happy now?” Wayne spits. Tired of this. Tired of himself letting it get this far. “You finally got what you wanted?”

Eddie’s legs shake as he sits back on the stool. His face contorting with anger and pain. “I don’t want to hear this right now.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” Wayne moves to block Eddie’s path to his room. “You don’t get to run away this time. Not when you’ve been doing nothing but hurting yourself and everyone around you. I let you do it for longer than I should.”

“You let me,” the anger in Eddie’s voice returns. “You can’t control me.”

“No, I can’t. But I can call you out when your bullshit anger is actively hurting the people around you. I can’t make you stop, but I can try to.”

Eddie forces himself to stand. A breath getting sucked in through his teeth as he tries to walk away. “I’m the one who’s had my life ruined. I deserve to be angry.”

Wayne lets him push past him, knowing that if he doesn’t, Eddie might fall. But he doesn’t let him get away so easily. He’s following after every step Eddie takes.

“You do deserve to be angry. I’m angry too. I see you suffering, and it kills me. It kills me to know that you will never live life the way you used to. But you know what I’m not doing, making everyone else’s lives miserable because of it.”

Eddie tries to close and lock the door before Wayne can get in. It doesn’t work. He’s not letting Eddie run away from it this time.

“Wayne,” Eddie almost pleads. The anger dissipating into the pain that caused it.

“No, you need to hear this. That boy,” Wayne points in the direction of Steve’s room, “let us stay in his home for free. He’s the reason we aren’t homeless right now. Not because he pities us, or because he’s lonely as hell, but because he cares about you. He has shown that a million times over. He lets you scream and taunt and be just outright fucking cruel because he knows that you don’t mean it. He knows that he can take it. But you went way too far today.”

Eddie’s legs give out as he tries to on his bed, making him fall the rest of the way. Wayne would go over to help, but he’s too caught up in his anger right now. He’s not sure Eddie would let him anyway. With the way this has been going.

“You’re hurting,” Wayne continues, forcing his voice to soften. “We know that. It’s why we’ve let you do this. But you can’t keep sulking in your room forever. Taking out this anger that you have out on us. Be angry. Hell, I am too. But you don’t get to hurt people just because you’re in pain.”

A sob breaks out of Eddie’s chest. His whole body shakes as he curls up in his bed. “I just want to be normal again.”

Wayne sits next to him. A hand reaching out to comfort him. The words starting to get clogged in his throat. “I know you do. I do too.”

“Every day I wake up and hope that this is a nightmare. That I won’t wake up in pain. But it just keeps getting worse. I don’t know how to live like this.”

“You learn how to. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s true. It sucks, it really fucking sucks. But each time you get up is a day that you keep living. That’s how I like to think about it.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Maybe for you. I sometimes wonder if it would have been better if I died that day. I would be dead, but you could remember me as I was, not as I am. Weak and helpless.”

“No,” Wayne insists. “No, I don’t think that. When I look at you, I see the strongest person I know.”

“I don’t feel very strong.”

“I don’t think I would in your situation either. But I think you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Eddie puts his chin on his knee. “You really think I can just get used to this? Just go and live a life where I’m in pain. Where I can barely walk on my own sometimes.”

“You’re not the first person to go through something like this and you won’t be the last. Not all of them had that determination that you got. I am certain that you will find a way to keep going, you always do.”

He lets out a wet laugh. Hands coming up to wipe his cheeks. “I really fucked this all up, didn’t I?”

“That I’m not sure of. I think that’s something you got to figure out yourself. But I have my hopes.”

“You really think he cares that much about me?” Eddie worries at his lip.

Wayne sighs. “You must think I’m stupider than I am. I can see the way that boy looks at you. He’s not trying to hide it at all.”

“I know,” he admits. Voice sounding hollow. “It scares me. He barely knows me. One day he’s going to look at me and realize that it’s not worth it. See everything that’s wrong with me and leave.”

“Maybe. But I think you’re not giving him enough credit. Not giving yourself enough credit. How are you going to know what will happen if you don’t even try?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You annoy me so much sometimes you know that?”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

The room falls silent. Becoming calm again.

“You better apologize to him.”

“I will. Just going to give him some space first.”

Wayne nods. Standing up. “Good.”

Later, when he’s getting ready to go to work, he sees Eddie walk out to the backyard and sit next to Steve by the pool. They’re talking, shoulders losing their tension as the playfulness returns. Eddie was right, whatever that is going to be is scary. But Wayne has some hopes that he’s keeping close to his chest.

note: yes, you will see that pool scene. And a few others scenes that just happen between Steve and Eddie. The last two chapters will be the epilogue, one from each of their perspectives. Speaking of, we're getting close to the end (I say that like this won't still be posted for months). This is the second to last Wayne pov chapter. There will be 16 chapters in total (64 parts), this is chapter 11 right now. Shout out to everyone who's followed this so far, knowing you love this story as much as I do really keeps me motivated to keep it going. I see every reply, reblog, and like, and it makes me smile.

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[yourlittlegoblin]

{Courtly Love in Fontaine} Neuvillette x Reader

Hello bros and hoes and today is the day I decide that I shall come out and not out of the closet but out of my rock that I religiously live under and feed you hermit crabs who are no better than I a post to feed you all bueehheheehehehehehehehehe

Love for Neuvillette is something profound and enduring

He does not express it in fleeting words but in actions—subtle, thoughtful, and deeply meaningful

He watches over you in quiet admiration, never overstepping, never demanding—but always present

His care is gentle, constant, and inescapable

His gaze lingers when you speak

Not out of absentmindedness, but because he wants to remember every word, every inflection, every thought you share

When he does speak of his feelings, it is careful and deliberate.

His words are measured, carrying the weight of centuries

“You have… become quite precious to me.”

He struggles with expressing affection outright, but when he does—it is breathtaking

simple touch, a soft-spoken word—it means something when it comes from him

His love is seen in the way he protects you, even when you don’t realize it

An umbrella appearing in the rain, a lingering warmth in the courtroom when you pass through, a quiet assurance that no storm will ever touch you

He remembers everything about you

Your favorite tea, the way you like your books stacked, the way your voice sounds when you’re tired. He commits it all to memory

While he struggles with human emotions, he understands the rain—so he lets it speak for him

The softest drizzles when you are sad. A warm, sunlit rain when you are happy

He does not waste words on flattery, but when he does compliment you—you—

"I could flatter you. Say that your eyes are like rare jewels, or your hair like silk. I could shower you with praises, tell you how your smile lights up my day, or that your laugh is music to my ears. I could wax on and on about the perfection of your body, the gracefulness of your movements…"

He carries an air of dignity, but around you, that formality cracks just slightly

His tone softens. His posture relaxes. If anyone were to notice, he would be utterly mortified

He struggles with physical affection—at first

His touch is hesitant, unsure. But once he learns the silent language of your embrace, he finds himself yearning for it

At night time when he gets nightmares his first instinct is to reach for you as soon as you wake up. And if you're not there then he will tear apart the entire house to find you and hold you.

Getting water? Hes hugging you from behind. Working late at night? He will force you to sit on his lap and let him hold you. Taking a midnight shit? He will hold your hand hand while in the toilet with you. Oh and if the shit is struggling to come out he will squeeze your hand to comfort you

When he gets physical with you expect a hand at the small of your back as you walk. His fingertips ghosting over yours when handing you something

A quiet, grounding presence

He adores listening to you speak. You could be talking about something as mundane as market prices, and he would still watch you with quiet fascination

Sometimes when he is particularly lost in thought he finds himself repeating your words. Your voice murmured under his breath

He does not joke often, but when he does, it is dry and refined

If you ever manage to make him laugh? Consider it a once-in-a-lifetime event

He prefers intimate settings over grand gestures

If you are ever troubled, he will not press you to speak—but he will stay by your side

But if there is one important thing you guys should know

HES MINE MOTHER FUCKERS SO HAH SUCK MY DIC—

[aimedis]

redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀

relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.

i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->

darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."

angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."

freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"

darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."

damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."

darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."

cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."

gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"

baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."

lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."

damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)

lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"

darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."

angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."

milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."

freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."

sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"

lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."

david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."

huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."

damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."

vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."

angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."

darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."

cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."

asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."

lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."

asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."

sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."

damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"