#sorry for any other typos i’m not proof reading

[deklo]

ate at a restaurant that is probably the closest i’ll ever get to the bear levels of fancy and it was incredible…

[krosiefics]

would you like that? • bang chan

M D N I 18+

WC: 1.4k

Summary: Bang Chan is having too much fun teasing Stays on Bubble while he’s supposed to be working, he suddenly starts teasing you as well and that escalates to well…

A/N: lmfao I honestly called us (stays) out for writing shit on the internet but I like to think of it as ‘creative writing’ Also this isn’t proof read so, sorry abt any typos or mistakes :P

Tags: afab!reader, softdom!bangchan, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), grinding, overstimulation, ass grabbing(?)-not ass play), teasing, pet names (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, etc), breeding kink, I’m prob forgetting some so sorry

Chan giggled at his phone as he saw the flow of flustered responses to his latest Bubble message. “You’re teasing them too much.” You shake your head, peeking over his shoulder reading all of Stay’s responses. “No I'm not.” He scoffs, “They’re far worse than you could ever imagine.” It’s true and you know it, Stay’s write all sorts of things about the members online.

(a/n ;-;)

As one of Stray Kids’ managers, your job is to handle their social and music media, so you’ve seen things…things you probably shouldn’t have. Chan knows this and so he uses all these teases towards Stay as an advantage. “Let’s see, what should I say next?” Chan ponders to himself as you sit down on the sofa that sat behind his desk, you open your computer and as you’re about to start working on a new draft a loud giggle startles you.

Chan is curled up in his chair, kicking his feet giddily while looking at his phone. Growing annoyed at the man who is supposed to be working with you on new lyric drafts, you get up from your spot and snatch his phone gently from his hands. “Hey!” Chan pouts as you read the screen. Your face immediately heats up as you read the highly suggestive comment he left on someone’s post about pudding. “Chan, that's highly inappropriate!”

Chan was going to snap back but then noticed your face’s sudden change of color and he smirked. “Would you like that?” He teased, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite tell. It’s not abnormal for you two to playfully tease or flirt with each other, it helps ease the awkward moments of silence that sometimes fall between you. But this…this was different, it was as if he was testing you, to see if you’d give in to all of your playful remarks you’ve made over the past few years of knowing each other.

“What?” You breathe out shakily. Chan licks his lips, his eyes flickering down to your soft plump lips. Oh what he would do to feel them against his. Chan knows he shouldn’t think like this, especially since you’re one of his managers…yet he still craved you, there was just something about you. Chan’s hands crept up the sides of your legs, gripping at your hips and tugging you closer to him.

Due to the sudden tug, you almost topple on top of him, you hold yourself above his head on the headrest of his chair. Your face felt so hot, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the way your stomach fluttered, the way your breathing became hitched…all because of this man’s sudden change of teasing. “I’m not kidding.” Chan sighs, leaning his face into your neck. You could feel his breath fanning across your skin, it sent chills down your spine.

The sudden touch of his lips to your skin instantly made you jolt, but he held you in your place not wanting to let go of this moment. “Please.” Chan whispered as he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses.

You didn’t know what was happening anymore, it all went so quick. His teeth grazed over your collarbone and you gasped in response, your hands flying to his hair. Now with the loss of support from the headrest, Chan easily sits you in his lap, having you straddle his lap. Your breathing fastens as you feel him nibble at your skin, biting your lip not to let any sounds come out.

Chan’s hands snake around towards your ass and grab it, massaging the flesh. You let out an accidental moan at his action, you bury your face into his neck out of embarrassment. “It’s okay baby, it’s just us here right now, it's too late for anyone else to be here. So you can be as loud as you want, yeah.” Chan starts leaving kisses on the top of your head.

You whimper at his noises and he chuckles, as he adjusts his seating position you feel something hard poke at you. You pull away from his neck to look down at what it was, your face turns even redder. The outline of his hardened cock bulging from his jeans.

Your mind filled with the possible outcomes on what could happen if you stop this or if you let this continue. There were too many risks, but so many benefits. You wanted the man underneath you, you always have. Chan’s overall personality is what attracted you to him initially, but the more spent time with him the more you realized that this guy is insanely hot, handsome, talented, caring, and a billion other positive things. You knew you couldn’t have him though, it was wrong.

But right now, you didn’t care. You didn’t care how wrong this was. You let your lust and desire take over you.

You experimentally rolled your hips against his, Chan responded with a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening. “Fuck that feel good babe, don’t stop.” And you didn’t. You rubbed against him until his breathing was fast like yours, his eyes screwed shut from the pleasure, and his face red and hot. Then you stopped.

Chan whined softly, his eyes fluttered open as he stared up at you. You carefully removed yourself from his lap. “Wait.” Chan simpered, lifting his body to get up after you. You simply placed a hand on his chest to keep him seated there. You walked over to the door and locked it, even though there shouldn’t be anyone here at this hour, it still didn’t hurt to be careful. Chan was about to beg you to stay when he saw you walking away, but he stopped as soon as he saw you lock the door, excitement flooding through his body.

“One time.” You pointed with your finger as if to make a statement, “This is only happening one time.” You quickly slide your shorts and underwear off which reveal a wet patch on the pantie liner from your arousal. Chan stared at you in awe as he saw your glistening cunt, he was quick to follow suit in taking off his jeans and sliding his boxers down as well.

You swing your leg over his lap sitting hovering above his hard cock. “Pretty girl I’ve gotta stretch you out first or it’ll hurt.”

“You’re not that big Bang.” You poke, it was a lie he was big, not super massive but definitely above average to the point where it probably might burn.

You grab his cock which makes the messy haired boy hiss, aligning up to your entrance before sinking on to it. It did burn, but it was tolerable, you just focused on the fact that it’ll feel better soon. To distract you from the pain Chan started rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs, he shushed as you started moving your hips in circles.

“Oh fuck.” Chan moaned after you finally adjusted, your hips letting up before smacking back down. “I’m gonna fill this pussy up so much right baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up.” You throw your head back as Chan helps you with lifting your hips. You hum, nonsensically agreeing to whatever it is that Chan wants at that moment.

“Yeah, you’ll fill me up so good.” You moan.

Chan suddenly starts forcefully thrusting up into you, directly hitting your g-spot. “Oh fuck!” You almost scream, you quickly catch yourself by biting down onto Chan’s shoulder. He groaned as your teeth sunk into his skin, but he wasn’t complaining, cause now he’s gonna have a mark that reminds him of right now.

“C’mon babe, I’m almost there…shit,” Chan pushed your hips down as he rutted into your leaking cunt. You held onto him as the feeling of that familiar knot in your stomach started tightening, “Me too.” You shut your eyes as you allowed your orgasm to come putting down over you, you slumped against Chan’s chest as he continued plummeting into you.

You cried at the overstimulation, “I know baby, I’m sorry- I’m cumming.” Chan buried his face in your neck as he spilt inside of you.

The warmth of him filling up your insides. Chan carefully pulled out and cleaned you up with the small box of tissues that was at the corner of his desk. . And as if nothing, the two of you both went back to working on the lyrics. Occasionally sparing lustful glances at one another. Chan realized he’s not gonna be able to tease Stay again without thinking of you.

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWENTY

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: when the truth unfolds, are you ready to face it?

wc. 7.1k

warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, death, angst, fluff, comfort | authors note: i lowkey will not proof read this so ignore any typos TT but tysm for reading this series all the way through im super grateful and many more works will follow soon after so stay tuned!

(nowhere girl masterlist)

(One year later…)

Life has gotten more dull. At least that is what Yoon thinks when she sees you. It was ironic that after ten minutes of searching for you, she found you lying underneath a tree in the small patch of grassy fields in the middle of campus. She remembers a time way before that you hated grass—something about their sharp texture just irked you. It was like you disregarded life completely. The best way she can describe is if you were a flower, your petals were withering away. What was once a lively, bodacious flower is now fading in color and drooping.

She would’ve been concerned for your current behavior if you didn’t act like this the entire summer. All you did was coop yourself up in her guest room—it was aggravating, she thought she’d have a fun summer with you living with her at her family’s house. Her chance to get closer to you, but you preferred seclusion more.

When she calls your name, you don’t respond. Those fucking headphones. It’s like you can’t live without them ever since last winter. Seriously, sometimes Yoon just gets these urges to snatch them off your head so you can get back to reality and talk to real human beings.

You didn’t notice her stomping over to you. Not when your eyes were shut and you were about to doze off to the music blasting in your eardrums. You flutter your eyes open when you felt a soft nudge to your ribs. Yoon is towering over your lying body, her arms crossed and feeling irritated.

“Did you forget?” Yoon frowns.

Before you answer you sit up from the patchy fields and stretch your limbs out. You notice her growing impatient with you from the way she is tapping her foot. Removing your headphones, you quirk an eyebrow at her and say, “Forget what?”

Yoon rolls her eyes. “I’m in charge of managing our schools art gallery this winter and if you don’t get your ass in check it’ll blow back on me!”

“I know you’re charge of it.” you murmur, plainly. “It’s not like you mentioned it fifty thousand times the entire summer.”

Her eyebrows furrow. She wants to retort back but she’s gotten so used to your bitter antics that she just swallows it back. Deep down, she misses the old you—because you changed…she doesn’t want to admit it to herself. Frankly, no one in your small circles wants to point out to you your new brooding personality.

“How the hell are you able to lay in the cold this long? You’re actually insane.” Yoon shivers, rubbing her arms to warm herself up. You, however, seem unbothered by it.

You stand up and press your lips into a thin line, avoiding her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine just—we have to go now if we don’t want to be late. I bet everyone else is on their way and we only have till the end of the week to display everything.”

Sucking a deep breath in, you nod and pick your bag to sling it over your shoulders then follow Yoon across the other side of campus. The sharp winter air strikes your cheeks, a sensation you’ve grown fond of recently. A season that you used to disdain has started becoming your favorite. You like how eerie, dull, and quiet winter is—it’s soothing to the heart. Even if there is no sign of snow this December.

Entering the empty gallery, the place is littered with your past and present work. Sculptures, paintings, you name it. Your favorite piece, a sculpture of a person’s upper torso and head with the head hollowed out—inside the head is a small home with the only furniture being a couch and a singular painting. Or maybe it’s the long and narrow painting of two people walking in the rain, the entire painting only being in blue tones.

There are student volunteers when you and Yoon enter inside, helping arrange everything in the perfect spot. Immediately, Yoon gets to work and tells one of the freshmen to be careful when removing the bubble wrap from a small sculpture you made years ago.

You walk around the white large space with a strange bubbly feeling in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a while. It was bizarre seeing years of blood sweat and tears getting recognition. All it took was for you to lose everything—in classic tortured artist fashion.

“Woah. What is all this?”

Spinning around, you observe Mi-Cha pace over to you with her expression awestruck at every corner of the gallery.

“Didn’t you get my text?” you query. She blinks once at you. “My art. I’m going to sell it at our schools gallery—they choose me as the winner to get an exhibition for the winter.”

“Oh, fuck I must’ve missed that text. Sorry.” she says sheepishly and faceplams. You softly chuckle at her beet red face. “No way—this is so cool though. Your own gallery…This is like everything you worked for.”

“And I’m only getting started I guess.” you sigh, observing the volunteers unpack everything like it was made of thin glass. “I can’t believe this is our last year…I’m actually going to miss it.”

“We have to make the most of it which means…” she trails off you wrap her arms around your shoulders and gave it a playful squeeze.

You groan and throw your head back to look up at the porcelain ceiling. “Don’t tell me.”

“We have to go out—party, drinks, get wasted—“

“No.”

“The whole ordeal!” she beams. Her loudness startles one of the people around almost making them drop one of your works. Of course, Mi-Cha didn’t notice. “Come on, you need to enjoy your last moments of college life before we fully become adults because after that there’s no going back.”

Although she is right, you feel just fine in missing out on what it means to be a reckless young adult and drinking amidst the crisis of it all. You don’t think alcohol will benefit your case anyway. But lately, you feel like you’ve been bursting Mi-Cha’s spirit—you were a stormy cloud on her sunny day. So, that’s why you sigh in defeat.

“Fine—maybe.” you mutter.

“Good.”

You throw her a look, jaw slackening. “Anyway, how are you and your boyfriend—or is he your ex now from the last conversation we had about him?”

“Yeah, he’s my ex.” she snorts. “I guess we both can’t commit.”

“But was it you or him?”

“Eh. I’d say it’s a mutual thing. He graduated in the spring and now he has a big boy job so he has less time for me. And I don’t want to be a housewife waiting for the man to come back demanding for dinner to be ready.”

“How…inspiring?” you say, squinting your eyes.

“Thanks.” she smiles. “And what about you and that girl uh—oh god, I forgot her name…”

“Good. Because it didn’t work out.”

“Another one seriously? I thought you’d seriously commit yourself with this one.”

Feeling a flush come to your face, you clear your throat. “No.”

Mi-Cha knows exactly why but remains tight lipped and squeezes your sides. Your attempts at a love life have become a pitfall. Every single time.

The most common rebuttals your failed dates have given you were ‘Too quiet’, ‘Tend to be selfish’, ‘Inconsiderate’, and the most famous one, ‘Too closed off’. At first it felt like a sucker punch to the face but one can tell you these things so much til you don’t care anymore.

But the moments in which you are alone, which is most of the time, you think about the days where people told you the opposite. ‘Lively’, ‘Selfless’, ‘Kind’, and ‘Reckless’. You don’t know how the change began—where it came from, yes. But can’t pin point the moment you started changing—hell, you feel the same. But if everyone around you is saying otherwise then maybe you did. You just want things to be the same. Your life would’ve come with less loss if you didn’t get kicked out over a year ago. How is it possible to still be grieving over people who are still alive well and breathing?

“Oh, since you’re here could you take me to the computer lab and help me design a poster for my gallery one of these days? I really need your graphic design skills more than ever.” you say, hoping to stir the topic.

“Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“I think.” you hum. “I’ll let you know.”

“Hey—are you two going to help out or not?” Yoon snips behind the pair of you secluded in the corner of the building.

“Coming…” Mi-Cha grumbles and exchanges a look with you.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

The sharp edges of the envelope slices across your pointer finger. You wince, dropping the invitation letter in the process and suck on your finger to ease the bleeding pain. Maybe this was a sign not to do it. You stare down at the fallen invitation, contemplating. But of course you give in. It might be pathetic of you trying to invite your parents to the gallery, but you just want to rub it in their faces…and possibly win them over but you deny it to yourself.

You bend down to pick up the card and try to seal it again. After losing contact with them, the only way you could reach out is to mail them a letter.

Tossing on your coat and scarf, you leave your dormitory and head to the bus stop. At some point you briskly bump into someone’s shoulders and they might’ve muttered a curse or two at you, but that’s what happens when you drown in your music. Your headphones are a part of your bodily autonomy now—it’s the only way you can block the inner and external distractions.

After thirty minutes of blankly staring out the bus window with the music obviously blasting, you take your time walking to your parent’s house. It’s been so long since you’ve been here but you made it with ease, it will permanently be a muscle memory. You stealthily slip the letter into their mail box and walk at a much faster pace out the block. Since you’re nearby your childhood market, you decide to stop by and get some needed groceries for the dorms.

You became less stingy with money ever since your tuition fees have all paid off. Till this day, you have no clue how or who paid them off yet you’re silently grateful for this fairytale miracle.

The market was partially empty due to the cold weather, however, there were still some stands present. Not even can afford to shut their markets even in these icy conditions.

“Hi, ma’am.” you greet quietly to the elder lady selling kimchi. She gives you a look for the headphones, so you slide them off and order two bags worth of kimchi. Silently, she nods and starts packing them up for you.

While you pull out your wallet to pay, something nostalgic rings through your eardrums. A voice you haven’t heard in over a year.

You dart your eyes around like a hawk, trying to find the source of that voice. When you found it, time stops. Your chest feels heavy but your hands weaken causing you to drop your wallet and spilling your cards and coins all over the ground.

“Oh dear…” gasps the lady behind the stand. You blink back to reality and panic seeing your possessions on the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you hiss and scramble to pick everything up. It was worse when your hands kept trembling profusely. You messily shoved everything in your pockets, paid the lady and snatch the kimchi off her hands. You didn’t have time to be polite—you had to make your way over to, Ji-yeong.

“Ji…” you say airily as you jog over to the girl who’s purchasing soy sauce off of a vendor.

You’re confused. It is Ji-yeong but something about her seems strange. She looks…pristine? She’s always been a pretty girl but you remember her lack of desire to dress up. You always seen her sport a graphic tee with either sweats or baggy jeans but she’s presented more cleanly now. Her new attire is a long North Face puffer jacket, a fitted black top without any signs of wrinkles, and smooth dress pants. Her hair also seems shiny and soft like she just came out of a salon.

When she hears her name, her face contorts in confusion but her jaw completely drops when she sees you stand right next to her. She blinks rapidly at you, studying you up and down, but doesn’t say anything at first. The wind was knocked out of both of your lungs. Anyone walking past might assume you two are trying to read each other’s mind with how long you silently stare at each other.

But she is the first to speak up after clearing her throat, “Fuck…Hey, It’s been a long time!”

Anger starts boiling in your blood. The cold air is no match for the heat rushing to your face. “Hey? Is that…Is that all you say after…”

“How are you?” she says, displaying a nervous toothy grin. She sways her eyes at any other direction other than your tense figure.

You don’t say anything, instead you clench your jaw till your teeth start vibrating. A kaleidoscope of emotions start flowing through your head but the fury you’re feeling outweighs the rest.

“I know, I know. Look…” she says calmly, running her hand through her hair. She lets out a laugh filled with anxiousness. “I know you have a lot of fucking questions—“

“Obviously!”

“But I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”

Narrowing your eyes, you take a step closer to her and she gulps at this. Did she not know that their disappearance killed you inside? Does she not know that even till this day the grief still lingers? What infuriates you even more is that she has the audacity to speak to you in code.

“What? Who did you promise that? Sae-byeok?” you ask, demand in your tone.

“I can’t say.” she flounders, her eyes softening.

You gape at her in disbelief. It was hard to find the words to say when all you saw was red. She notices your clear distress so she pulls something out of her pocket, a receipt. Then, out of her large leather bag she grabs a clicking pen and writes something down behind the receipt.

“Look, here’s my new number. If you seriously want to know everything text me and we’ll arrange something.” she says, extending the receipt to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You all left and you think I’ll just accept this?” you sneer and ball the receipt up to toss it on her chest, breathing heavily.

“It’s either this or nothing.” she sighs and bends down to pick the paper up. She opens your palm which was in a form of a fist and places the paper in the middle. For a second, she holds your fisted hand longer than expected. “I’m truly deeply sorry for everything but I promise you that you will get all the answers you need soon. I missed you so much you have no idea.”

For the first time in over a year, you start to feel your eyes blur with tears when you think about Sae-byeok. Her blurry face etches in your mind and the heartbreak comes washing back. You feel disappointment, it took you so long to bury these feelings aside only for them to come back in minutes.

“…Are they okay?” you whisper, so quietly Ji-yeong almost didn’t hear you.

“You will know everything soon.” she says just as quietly.

When you blink away the tears, you see more clearly Ji-yeong slowly walking back. She is chewing on her bottom lip and is looking at you like she just ran into a wild dangerous animal.

“So, you’re just going to walk away like that!” you bellow, causing disturbance around the market.

“If I don’t I’m going to say something I’m not supposed to!” she shout back and starts whirling around to walk away with great speed in her step.

As you stare blankly ahead, with her phone number in your hand, you’re trying to figure out what just unfolded. It was her, it was actually Ji-yeong in the flesh. And she was all dolled up like meanwhile you look exactly the same. That’s when you feel all the stares around you.

Your lip twitches to form to a scowl seeing everyone throw you strange looks. Scoffing to yourself, you put on your headphones again and stuff the receipt in your pocket.

It looks like tonight is going to be another restless night.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

All the volunteers, Mi-Cha, and Yoon, shout out your name and take shot out of small plastic cups to celebrate the opening of your art gallery. Once everyone swallows down the liquor down her throats, they whistle, hoot, and holler. You smile silently at their festive faces.

This was a life changing moment, but it didn’t feel like it. Not with what happened a week ago. You hate that they’re ruining your special day. How can the haunt you till this very moment?

Once the gallery was open to the public you were stuck in a limbo of greeting guests, explaining your art work, getting declined to purchase a piece, and thank them for their time. It was this constant repetitiveness that was the cause of your headache.

Three hours in and you only hold one singular thing. Maybe this wasn’t as life changing of an opportunity as you thought.

You excuse yourself to Hyunji, one of the volunteers in charge of any customer purchases, and frantically head to the bathroom. It was hard to get it together when things aren’t running as smoothly as you imagined. You turn on the sink to splash your face with water and control your breathing. When you shut your eyes the image of Ji-yeong pops up into your head and your heart sinks. You forgot to text her this morning.

“Shit.” you curse to yourself and whip out your phone to her text message.

Yesterday morning, she finally we texted you to set up a meeting arrangement. Originally, she was only able to come in today but this exhibition was much more important that you couldn’t miss it. So, you texted her that you’ll be busy the entire day. When she asks about your whereabouts you simply told her the gallery at your school and didn’t reply to her since. But when you check your phone, she just seen your message and didn’t text back.

Maybe she is having doubts about talking with you. Maybe you aren’t worth getting closure.

You sigh and put your phone away.

“There you are!”

When you step out the bathroom you come face to face with Mi-Cha. She jumps enthusiastically in your face and pulls you to the back room of the gallery where only workers are allowed. Your heart drops seeing a circle of people around you, grinning ear to ear.

“What? What’s going on?” you ask, nervously.

Yoon steps up and starts combing through your hair which became unruly as the day went on. You just stare around, confused.

“Someone wants to buy your art. All of it!” Chaeun beams, shaking your shoulders aggressively. All of this attention was overwhelming you.

Your eyes get wide. “A—All of it? No way…” you say in disbelief.

“Yes! And you have to go and greet yourself if you want to close the sale!” she adds.

It was finally all happening for you. You didn’t think you’ll feel so clammy and awkward about it though. “I’m scared I’m—“

“At your age you’re scared?” Yoon scoffs and starts reapplying gloss to your lips. “Come on, just shake their hand, greet yourself, and state how thankful you are. Also, lose this ugly blazer that’s so not you.”

“Thanks. I told Mi-Cha I looked ridiculous.” you snort as she helps you remove the blazer.

“Hey!” Mi-Cha pouts.

The entire group steps out all at once. You gulp nervously looking around to see if you can spot them, but how can you? Maybe you tried to see who in the sea of onlookers looks the richest.

“They’re over there. Good luck!” Chaeun points ahead at a figure facing their back.

You let Hyunji take your hand and lead the way over to the customer. With every person you pass, one of the people you least expected in the crowd is where you end up facing. A person wearing a trench coat and a beanie, their back facing you as they were engrossed in your favorite sculpture. You send Hyunji a hesitant look but she nudges you to speak up, you take a deep breath in to control your racing heart.

“Hello, I’m—“

You stumble backwards like someone took a punch to your guts. It was like your mind was playing tricks. Your body gave up on you, it commenced—fight or flight mode. You choose flight.

Spinning back around without a further thought, you march away and Hyunji scurries after you confused. You aggressively wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks and walk even faster.

“Hyunji, don’t sell a single piece to her, got it?” you snarl. Your body is on fire and your mind is dizzy.

“What?!” she gapes and reluctantly looks back at the customer. “Are you out of your mind?”

“You don’t know anything, Hyunji!” you say, you voice shaking horribly.

You slam the door open to the back room and place your hand on your knees trying to catch your short cut breath. In any second, you feel like you might collapse.

“Are you okay?” Yoon enters momentarily after and bends down to take a look at your face.

“Yoon, tell her she’s fucking crazy—“

“Hey, drop it.” she says, sternly. Hyunji is dumbfounded. “Go.” when she walks off muttering curses to herself, Yoon rubs circles around your back until you stand up straight again. “Was that…?” she trails off and you profusely nod which only made you feel more dizzy. “Step outside you need air. I’ll make sure Hyunji does what she’s told.”

You press your back firmly against the cement walls of the art gallery and stare up at the sky.

It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t have been Sae-byeok who turned around. Her face becomes more detailed in your mind again, you see it all now. Her constellation of freckles, her plump almost chapped lips, and those intense eyes.

“Hey, we need to talk.”

The moment you heard her low and handsome voice again, your stomach does somersaults. But you shut your eyes tightly, refusing to believe this is actually happening.

You felt a tall presence lean against the wall beside you. Slowly, you open your wet eyes thinking that this was all in your head. But when you peer over your shoulder, you see Sae-byeok.

She sharply gazes ahead, her lips immovable, and her hands stuffed into the pockets of her trench coat. She too looks as strange as Ji-yeong—very cleanly styled. However, Sae-byeok’s outfit was more laid back with her long pair of black jeans and her short hair mostly covered by her thick beanie.

The anger comes rushing back. She tormented your thoughts and she doesn’t appear to seem fazed in the slightest.

“Go fuck yourself there’s nothing to say.” you sneer at her and push yourself off the wall to enter back inside.

Your breath hitches when you feel her large hands wrap around your wrist, sending goosebumps to trail down your arms.

“Please I—“

“Go away, Sae-byeok. I—I can’t do this anymore!” you croak and swat your wrist out of her grasp. “I was just starting to…”

“Get over me?” she whispers weakly beside you.

“Fuck you.” you say through gritted teeth, still refusing to look up at her.

“I never got over you either. How could I?” she says, almost desperately.

“I don’t care.”

“But you do.”

“Stop.” you say much calmly. “There’s no point…It wouldn’t work out anymore.”

“It?”

She reaches you grab your shoulders with her cold hands. You let her turn you around to face her. The nostalgic warm feeling in your stomach comes back again, a year later. You wonder if she’s feeling it too when you meet her softened eyes. Her eye bags look less prominent, you hope this meant she was doing better. But your concern couldn’t overcome the feelings of betrayal.

“Whatever this was.” you explain to her. You think back to that November day, where you finally gave up in searching for her and recognition overcomes you. “I’m not the same person you left behind, Sae-byeok.” you murmur, ashamed.

You two fall silent. It was difficult for you to look up from the ground.

“…I’m sure I’d love to meet her.” she says gently. Your eyes start getting watery again. You see her shoes shuffle forward. “Let me explain everything. If you don’t want to do anything with me after it then fine—I’ll never bother you again.”

You were conflicted with her. The feelings were just the same as they were back then, but if she left you once could she do it again? Maybe this is your only chance to get closure, even if it means you have to say goodbye to Sae-byeok for the final time.

“Sure. Midnight—the cafe we first went to.” you say plainly. “And don’t come in my gallery.”

Sae-byeok’s jaw slackens as she watches you enter back into the gallery without uttering anything else.

You couldn’t trust this. You can’t trust her. What is she playing at? Why now? Was she actually planning on buying everything? How is that possible…

So, many thoughts swirled in your head trying to figure out her sudden appearance. How can you concentrate back on your exhibition after this?

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

You don’t know what was a stronger feeling towards Sae-byeok right now, love or betrayal.

You found out a long time ago that your feelings for Sae-byeok were deep and prevalent. So much so, that every failed date you had in the past only failed because they succumbed to meet the standards of your feelings towards her. And when you finally saw her beautiful face again, those feelings were euphoric even if you deny it.

But how can you both come back from this after what she’s done to you? She left you in the dark for over a year. You doubt whatever excuse she has will reprimand anything but you need to know why.

The anticipation of it all was damming. When the exhibition finally closed at eight, you knew you couldn’t sit and wait around in the dorms till midnight so you took a long walk all the way from campus to the twenty-four hour cafe to prepare yourself mentally. You hope she has a good explanation to everything—a riveting one.

You ended up arriving to the cafe an hour earlier, so you just sat in the corner of the shop drinking your iced coffee, listening to your music and your legs bouncing aggressively. The only thing you could do was blankly stare at the wooden table and think about the time you and Sae-byeok first went here—it was the day you came out to her. It’s strange…it feels like it all went down recently.

When Sae-byeok abruptly sits down beside you, you flinch back and scramble to put your you headphones. You check the time, there was still thirty minutes left till midnight. The anticipation must’ve been killing you both.

So, once you have the courage to look at her she already was. And she wasn’t ashamed to. Her eyes, which was a sharp and intense gaze earlier is now more vulnerable and soft. Your cheeks burn up.

When she breaks the eye contact, she looks down at her lap, struggling to find her words. But when she gulps, she softly says, “I lied to you.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. You’re so scared to know the truth.

She continues after a brief pause, “I didn’t have it all together…A few days after you left, a man approached me and offered me money to play a game with him. He said that…that I can make more money if I called a business card he gave me—so I did. But it wasn’t anything like I thought it would be…”

Her voice starts trembling and you had no idea where she was going with this.

So, Sae-byeok tells you about the games she joined—squid game? She tells you about the secluded island, the abduction of four hundred desperate people drowning in financial ruin, the millions of dollar prize, Deok-su and Yen-ho, and craziest of all if that’s even possible…the deaths. When she quietly tells you about how the guards in these games kill people off who lose, her voice started to shake horrendously. At first, you couldn’t believe it sounds…made up. But you take a look right into her eyes and saw them glaze over with tears and something even more horrific…torment. It was nothing you’ve ever seen in her before.

When she finishes the story about the part where she ultimately is the sole winner, you were left speechless. Speechless at the fact that what she was saying was real…people died because they were so desperate for money. It was incomprehensible that Sae-byeok and other four hundred human beings chose to risk their lives for money. But that’s the reality of the world we’re living in. What wouldn’t we do for money? A world built upon greed and feeding off the desperation of the poor.

“So,” you gulp, finally speaking after an hour of quietly listening to her story. “once you—won…what did they do?”

She sniffles and wipes away the snot with the end of her sleeve. “T—They threw me in a van…blindfolded and—and they um…tossed me in the road with uh…a card.”

“With the money.” you finish, dabbing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. Sae-byeok nods. “This all sounds so…so fucking…”

“Crazy? Made up?” she scoffs. “It is…apparently they’ve held the games before many times…And it will continue to happen.”

You two sit in silence with this. If Sae-byeok was only in the games for a week, there must be more to her story. What else did she have to endure outside of the games?

“I couldn’t face you after that.” she bluntly confesses. Your breathing stops. “I was a mess I—I still am…and I couldn’t let you go down with me…”

Without further thought, you reach over to place your hand on top of Sae-byeok’s but she quickly pulls her hand to her lap. She gazes up at you for the first time since she began talking, her eyes red.

“I’m sorry—for everything.” she says, her voice small and vulnerable. It was a short and simple apology, but you both knew this meant something more complex and deeper.

“Sae-byeok…” you say but it’s like the words to say are no longer there.

“I know…It’s a lot. I’ll give you time—as much as you need. And I will wait for as long as you want.” she whispers. “I broke your promises so…I deserve to wait now.”

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

What Sae-byeok told you two weeks ago completely changes your outlook on life. Everyone knows that this world is cruel and doesn’t slow down for anyone…but this just solidifies that reality even more. No one is safe from the harsh reality.

You’re scared to know what Sae-byeok must’ve been through—after all if she was the sole winner so that means she saw four hundred people, all with a life of their own, die in front of her own two eyes. That’s not something you can just brush off. You no longer care about the betrayal, the year of disconnection, everything…this was an another silent battle she was dealing with on her own. And you are positive that Sae-byeok hasn’t overcome with the trauma—of course she didn’t, this might keep haunting her forever.

But she told you that she wants to wait for you, but the second you left that cafe you already had a clear answer. She gave you her new contact number—it’s that easy to just dial her.

Why did you have to make everything so complicated for yourself?

Only in troubling times like these would you prefer sitting outside to be alone with your thoughts. The campus bench was icy cold and with every breath you withdrew it formed as white clouds.

“There you fucking are. Fuck that was a pain in the fucking ass.” you hear Ji-yeong’s breathless voice somewhere around you. You jump, looking around and find her tirelessly shuffling to you.

“How…?” you trail off.

“You know how many doors I had to knock until finally someone told me where you’d be?!”

“Oh…Sorry?” you frown. “I’ve been here for a while…I didn’t bring my phone with me.”

She sits down and sighs in relief. You let her catch her breath and wonder if she took this much effort to come and look for you for Sae-byeok.

“O—Okay…” she says, pressing her hand to her chest. “I think my body is calm now…Also, take these off—because we really need to talk.”

You snort and let her snatch your headphones from your head, leaving your hair all disheveled. “Is this about, Sae-byeok?”

“Obviously.” she frowns. “You two clearly want to be together and it’s frustrating watching you two keep pushing each other away. I bet she didn’t tell you everything that happened in those stupid games.”

“She told me she wants me to wait—“

“Oh please, she only said that for your sake but she doesn’t want that. Neither do you.”

You fell silent. Ji-yeong groans in exasperation. “Look,” she says and starts sounding more serious. That’s when you peer up to look at her flushed face. “I know her well enough to know that she didn’t tell you everything that she endured from the games.”

“W—What didn’t she?”

She sits in silence to gather her thoughts before starting to explain everything, “She told me that…she made a support system with a small group of people to help each other out because the games got more intense with each play…Apparently, Deok-su started killing people and he and his son’s main target was Sae-byeok. But by some miracle, she found people that could protect her. More specifically one man…she never told me his name but they began talking about each others lives and made a pact that if one of them survives but the other one dies, that they’ll protect each others family. On the last game, they were the sole two survivors—and…he killed himself to let her win.”

This just adds a whole new depth to Sae-byeok’s words two weeks ago. Now more than ever, you refuse to let your stubbornness get in the way of consoling her. Ji-yeong looks at you and smiles weakly, like she knew what you were feeling.

“And once Sae-byeok came back she tried to keep her word…but his mom was already dead by the time she found her. So, she feels guilty. I think she’ll live with that for a while.” she exhales again and her eyes are glazed with a dark look to them. “S—She was so depressed when she came back. Me and Cheol didn’t know what to do—didn’t know how to feel with all the new changes in our lives. We had money yes but…she was broken because of it. For a few months, all she did was stay locked up in her room and whenever she wasn’t, she just had this blank stare on her face the entire time. It was horrible seeing her like that…She is definitely recuperating now but she was so sacred to face you in her state. She still is. You really mean a lot to her because losing you was another big sacrifice she had to make. But she didn’t want to completely abandon you, that’s why she paid off your schools tuition.”

You made your decision right then and there. No more waiting, no more beating around the bush, you want to be with Sae-byeok. You want to be her support system—let her lean on your shoulders on the toughest points. If it takes her a lifetime to overcome her past, you want to be there for her now.

Ji-yeong presses her fingers on the corner of your eyes. You didn’t even notice the tears.

“T—Tell me, Ji.” you breathe. “Where is, Sae-byeok?”

Ji-yeong gives you a sly smile.

From what Ji-yeong told you, Sae-byeok’s favorite ‘rich person hobby’ was jogging. Specifically in Yongsang Family Park. It was a farther commute than you expected but you couldn’t care less. You had to see her now.

However, finding her in the actual park was more of a difficult task than you thought. So, you pace around almost practically running. The lake was frosted over with a thin sheet of ice and the trees around were nothing but different size branches that formed lines of constellations like the night sky above. You trust you and walk along the path next to the lake, but after ten minutes went by you start growing worried that Ji-yeong might be wrong about this.

But you kept walking, keeping that small bit of hope in your heart that you’ll find her. And after another five minutes, you see her tall slender figure. Even though she was running ahead of you, you just knew it. That’s her.

She’s wearing dark gray sweats and a matching hoodie, her short hair tied up in a small ponytail. The clouds of cold air whenever she breathed danced around in the sky—a lot.

For once, the stars perfectly aligned for her to stop jogging to catch her breath the moment you spotted her. You get a boost of courage as you head to her.

Sae-byeok’s hands were on her knees, her chest puffing up and down due to her unsteady breathing, and her eyes were glued shut.

“Sae-byeok.”

She snaps her head back and her eyes grow enlarged when she sees it’s you. Now you can see her face more clearly, her cheeks were dusted rosy pink and her lips pale in comparison.

“How—How did you find me?” she stammers, still trying to catch her breath.

You take hesitant steps closer. “Isn’t it obvious?” you say with a short chuckle.

“Ji-yeong.” she says, stoically.

You wish you had some water to give her, she appears so dehydrated. However, she straightens herself up, places her hands on her hips and starts staring at the ground—like she was bracing herself to hear the worst.

“So, you made up your mind?” she mutters.

“Yes. But before I give you my answer,” you say, choking up on your words. “I just want you to know that I know about the guy, his mom, and…how you dealt with all this—“

“Fucking, Ji-yeong.” she winces and shuts her eyes.

“Sae-byeok, listen to me.” you say softly but there was a bit of demand in your tone. She looks at you with a hardened expression. “It…It really broke my heart when you left. I—I wanted to feel bitter about what you’ve done but…I don’t want to run away from this anymore—from what I feel you for because it never left. No matter how hard I wanted to push it away. And after everything that’s happened to you after those games, you still didn’t lose yourself…your good heart. I want to be there for you—no more fucking waiting. You don’t have to deal with those feelings alone anymore. And I know I’m not all there, but I know I’m still that reckless wonderful person you told me I am.”

Sae-byeok’s body is quivering profusely, using her entire body to stop herself from bursting into tears. But the pools in her eyes were blurring with every second that went by.

But you don’t wait. You throw your arms over her shoulders and securely wrap your arms around her. Even a year later, she smells just the same. You pull her tighter, wanting to feel her heartbeat as your chests touch. Sae-byeok sighs in relief and snakes her arms around your waist, her grip strengthening when she begins to cry. You give her as much time as she needs to cry on your shoulders. It didn’t matter how long it would take, as long as you had her in your arms you’ll remain like this until she’s ready.

“I don’t—I don’t deserve you.” she hiccups, slowly uncoiling her arms from you.

You look into her wet eyes and cup her cheeks. “Stop. We deserve to be with each other. What did I tell you? No more waiting.” you whisper due to the proximity of her face. She stares at you, awestruck. “I want you, Sae-byeok. Please, tell me if you do too?”

For a moment, she stays frozen which ultimately makes your heart drop. Her answer was starting to frighten you.

“I love you.” she whispers, avoiding your gaze.

You smile softly at her shy nature. “I love you too.“

She finally looks at you, like she was surprised to hear you say it. Before you open your mouth to speak, you are cut off by her lips on yours. Sae-byeok holds your waist firmly with one hand while the other is caressing the back of your head. The kiss felt like it lasted a lifetime, both of you wanting to savor this feeling after years of disconnection.

Once you two break apart the kiss, she presses her forehead against yours, her unsteady breath mixing with yours. She continues to stare at your lips that were just as swollen as hers and hesitantly kisses you one last time with much less intensity as the first. This one was a short sweet peck but you loved it just the same.

“You’re so wonderful.” she shyly confesses beside your lips. You both lightly chuckle at this. “After all this time, don’t forget it.”

It hurts to know that you have, you truly forgot. But you will grow to remember it again with Sae-byeok.

“I—I know it’s late but, do you want to spend the rest of the night together and maybe see my new place?” she asks tentatively. “I can show you around town and my favorite spots…Only if you want to—I know you still have school.”

“I just got you back, of course I do.” you smile.

Her cheeks glow a brighter pink. “Okay.”

“I’m curious to know where you live now.” you hum. “Do you live in a penthouse?”

She snorts and starts leading the way, her smile only growing wider. “Cheol is going to be so happy to see you.”

“I’m excited.” you say, bashfully. “And…Your mom?”

“She’s on her way to Thailand.” she says. “She’ll be here before summer starts.”

“That’s amazing.” you gape. “I’m so happy for you, Sae-byeok…this is everything you ever wanted.”

Sae-byeok doesn’t say it out loud but her life is actually starting to turn around for the better. All she’s ever known was cruelties and to never trust anyone. But she took the risk more than she was comfortable with and it just gave her more reasons to stay afloat. Although the past will come and haunt her from time to time, she finally will have all of her loved ones by her side. And that’s enough to keep her going.

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[puzzledprose]

Can you make gen HCS for Anya? Sfw & nsfw? For gn reader?

Of course I can!!! So hyped for my first ask 😝 Sorry if it’s bad I’m new to fanfic

Anya X GN!Reader: General head-canons!

Really loves it when you brush her hair. I think we can all agree that Anya is beyond stressed most of the time so it’s such a nice way for her to turn her brain off for a bit. Give her a scalp massage and she will be asleep in MINUTES.

When you two do one of your frequent trashy TV binges she will commentate the whole show with a lot of passion. Think of this clip cause that’s the kind of commentary you’re getting (maybe a little less aggressive though)

On a similar note it’s canon that she rages over board games and such, so you two will have a lot of competitive games of Mario Kart, Uno, Smash Bros etc. If it’s you and her VS another team she is an absolute menace. She will attempt some absolute Light Yagami level strategies to win.

It’s all in good fun though and you know she would never actually be mad at you over it.

I also imagine Anya can be very soft when she wants to. Absolutely adores quiet time. I can imagine she can get super into just doing stuff around you. When she’s completely swamped with med school homework she likes to do it with you in the room.

Cuddlescuddlescuddles Anya is big on cuddles. Definitely likes laying her head on your chest it’s very soothing.

Okay now it’s 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 time 👅

Sex is a very intimate thing for Anya, so she has to be in the right mood for it. I wouldn’t say her sex drive is particularly low. But it is smaller than most.

So please make an effort for her, she really loves it when you do.

I feel like if you hugged her from behind with your arms around her waist and kissed her neck she would fold though.

Okay kinda going back to the intimacy thing she really likes when you hold her hand. It helps her relax into everything so easily. When she’s close I think her grip on you gets stronger.

Anya is definitely very quiet during sex. I can’t really imagine her moaning too loud, but she whimpers for sure, maybe even a few gasps if you’re really doing a good job 😉

In terms of giving I feel she’s quite good with her fingers, and she is definitely aware of it. She does like to tease you a bit by drawing out the process but once she finally gets her hands on you…

It’s heaven on earth

She also has a really good knowledge of the human body (duh) so she uses that to her advantage. Anya’s done a bit of research on the erogenous zones of the body and abuses the hell out of it.

Anyas aftercare is pretty good too, nothing over the top but she will make you both a cup of tea and snuggle up with you.

Any thoughts or feedback are welcome! This is my first official post so I apologise if it’s kinda mid. Also I didn’t proof read this too well so I may have made a few typos. Other than that I hope you enjoyed!

[snoopyearss]

“Ride Me Like a Rodeo” satosugu x fem. reader

Frat boys gojo and geto in cowboy costumes mmm

cw: frenemies to lovers, slight dumification, Eiffel Tower, creampies, slight degradation, cunnilingus, pet names (bunny,angel,pretty girl,etc), unestablished love to confessions

I didn’t really proof read I’m sorry for any typos

W.C: 5k

"Come on Y/n, please?" Shoko clasped her hands together, turning doe-eyed as she begged you to come to yet another college party with her, Utahime, and Mei. "For the last time, I said no. What's so different about this party? What's so special about it?" You sighed as Shoko climbed onto your bed. "This one is better. It's a costume party at the fraternity house. The best alcohol, the best weed, the best everything," Shoko raved. "If it's at that fraternity, then I definitely won't be going. Not with the wonder twins being there," you grumbled in annoyance. "Oh please, Satoru and Suguru won't bother you. They'll be too busy trying to secure a two-man with two desperate girls."

"Um, did you forget who we’re dealing with? It’s Satoru and Suguru. They’ve been picking on me since we were tweens. They aren't gonna stop now. God, I can hear them now," Shoko giggled. "Just admit you have a secret crush on them. The tension is so thick, you can cut through it with a knife," she teased and poked your cheek. "Don’t ever let that word, ‘crush’ come out of your lips again when it comes to talking about those two. And because of that, I’m really not going." You playfully pushed her off your bed and pulled the covers over your head.

"Okay, fine, I won't mention the obvious crush you have on them again," you said as you moved the duvet slightly down to show Shoko a very displeased eye. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, they'll be distracted. If they end up picking on you, let's leave, okay?" she reassured. There was a bit of silence on your end as you contemplated whether or not it was really worth thinking about it in the first place. Although a costume party sounds fun, it's at the same frat Satoru and Suguru are in, and knowing them, they'll pick on your costume. God, they're annoying. But if they'll be distracted like Shoko said, and you hope to God they would be, there's no harm in a little fun. You could use it.

Even though you’ve always claimed that you couldn't stand them, the truth was quite the opposite. You’ve harbored crushes on them since we were kids. It all began with Suguru. He was always so laid-back, even at such a young age. Satoru, on the other hand, would constantly tease you by stealing your pencils and 'accidentally' tripping you in the hallways. But Suguru was always there to help you up. Despite his somewhat 'nice' demeanor, he was usually the mastermind behind the mischief that he and Satoru would get into. Nonetheless, your crush on them never fully faded away.

"Alright," you let out a long sigh. "I'll go." Shoko clapped her hands and brought her fist to her body, whispering a "yes." "Okay, we need to get costumes. We should leave like now." She yanked the duvet off your now freezing body and grabbed your arm. "Ow! Okay! Okay! I'm getting up."-

“What do you think of this one? Should we match?” Shoko held up a Playboy Bunny and a Hugh Hefner costume. “I was thinking, you could be the bunny, and I’ll be sexy Hugh Hefner.” She raised her eyebrows in her attempt to persuade you. “Seems kind of played out don’t you think?” You giggled at her frown. ‘You’re right. We need something that would make you stand out in front of them.” She winked. “Oh my God, Shoko,” You groaned. “Sorry, Sorry. You just make it so easy. C’mon, let’s go to the next aisle.”

You turn on your heel to go into the next aisle with Shoko following close behind. “I kind of want to be a cowgirl.” You picked up a black cowboy hat. “But my idea was played out?” She teased. “Your idea is a carbon copy of what everyone else would be wearing when we go tonight. Besides,” You placed the hat on your head. “I’d make a hot cowgirl.” Shoko pulled her phone out to take photos of you doing silly poses in the hat.

“Ooh, practicing for later?” You heard someone’s flirty, obnoxious voice travel through your ears behind you.

No.

you froze in embarrassment as the person who was standing behind you most definitely saw you place the hat on your head and pose for the camera Shoko pulled out. "Oh, look who it is!" Shoko shoved her phone back in her pocket and went to give the person behind you a hug. "Satoru! And, is that Suguru? What a nice surprise!" The way she said that made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. "Yeah, what a surprise," you turned around to face the two looming figures towering above you. "It's almost like Shoko knew you were gonna be here," you said through gritted teeth. "What, not happy to see us? I thought you'd be ecstatic," Satoru pouted and placed his heavy arm around your shoulder. You pushed his arm off in response. "Well, since we're here, we might as well look for costumes too. Maybe we can all match," Satoru smiled wide. "Absolutely not," You frowned. "Yeah, I agree. How weird would it be if we were all cowboys? Y/n, go find a new costume," Suguru took the hat from your head and placed it on his.

“No way, I claimed it. Give that back!” You lunged over to grab it from his hold. But he was too quick and ultimately too tall, so he used it to his advantage and held it above his head. “Come and get it.” He winked at you and you snarled. You looked to where you picked the hat up from, only for it to be the last one on the rack. “Suguru Geto, if you don’t give me my hat back, I’ll-” “Technically it’s not yours. You didn’t pay for it.” You groaned in frustration. “It’s not even worth it.” You turned to get other accessories for the costume you said you were going to wear. “You can keep the stupid hat. Practice your moves on Satoru or something.” You walked passed the boys to go pay for the remaining items. “Now you’ve done it.” Shoko snickered. “We didn’t even do anything? That mouth of hers is nasty.” Satoru frowned.

-

“I can’t believe those two,” You started on your rant for the third time. “I bet they weren’t even gonna be cowboys, it wasn’t until I had the hat on. Now I have to wear this costume.” You pouted. “Oh please, Lola bunny from space jam is still a sexy costume. You let them get under your skin too much.” Shoko reassured you from the other room. “Okay but, the whole purpose of me wanting to be a cowgirl was because of the hat. It was to complete the look!” You fixed the mascara smudge under your eye. “Maybe you can take it right back during the party.” You placed the bunny ears on top of your head. “It’s too late, the damage is done.” You dramatically sighed. You heard Shoko giggle as she walked into your room. “Woah,” was all she said staring at your figure.

The white halter crop top you wore really highlighted your figure and emphasized your curves, making you look stunning in the tight fabric. The snug-fitting white booty shorts were wrapped around your waist, accentuating your curves and making your backside look absolutely stunning. Your hair was styled in a high ponytail with a side bang, and you accessorized with knee-high white socks adorned with bold blue and red stripes at the knee. Needless to say, you looked incredibly sexy. “Holy shit, I don’t know what you’re so concerned about. You look fucking hot.” She eyed you up and down. “They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em.” As she was eyeing you, you had no choice but to stare at her costume too. She was a sexy nurse. Quite fitting since it’s what she was in school for. The white latex mini dress really squeezed her curves in all the right places. “You’re talking about me? Nurse, I think I’m sick. I think I need some assistance.” You giggled.

You both walked out the door to meet up with Utahime and Mei Utahime and Mei. “You both look so fucking amazing!” Utahime squeals jumping up and down. “You’re gonna be turning head tonight,” Mei eyed you both up and down. “Especially two people-” You groaned loudly. “Enough already!” Fingers going to quickly plug your ears so you don’t hear the end of that sentence. They all giggle at your discomfort. Both her and Mei were doing matching costumes with her as Chucky, and Mei as Chucky’s bride, Tiffany. You can’t deny, Mei looked really sexy in that corset. Utahime’s overalls really showed off her curves. “But anyway, so do you two! I can’t wait for the pics!” You wrapped your arms around each of their shoulders. “Ready to go?” Shoko pulled out a mini flash from between her breasts to take a swing and hand it to the three you. “Let’s go for it!”

You four walk up to the frat house, the loud music thrumming through your body from the outside. You gulp as you walk in. What was making you so nervous? You usually go party with these girls. What makes this time so different?

You four walked into the house and took a look around to see where you’d go first. On your right, you could see people playing beer pong, to your left you see a smaller group on the couch passing a blunt around. “Where do you guys wanna start?” You yelled over the music. “Let’s get drinks first!” Utahime suggested and you all nodded in unison. You made your way straight ahead to where the kitchen is to see the counter covered in cups and snacks scattered around. Shoko grabs a cup and hands it over to you. “What is it?” You asked her placing the rim of the cup to your lips. “Jungle juice. Drink up!” You smiled downing the whole drink.

“Huh, I didn’t know you had it in you Y/n. That mouth of yours is somethin’ else.” Your eyes instinctively roll at the sound of Suguru Geto's annoyingly sultry voice. As you turn around, you see both of them towering over you, causing your heart rate to quicken. They are both dressed as cowboys, exuding undeniable sex appeal. Their black button-up shirts are partially unbuttoned, revealing their chiseled and defined chests. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showcasing their strong forearms. You can't help but gawk at their appearance, feeling a dull ache between your legs that you can't control. Your gaze eventually lands on the hat Suguru took from you at the costume store, bringing you back to reality.

“Honestly, we didn’t think you’d show up after what happened earlier.” Satoru took a sip of the drink he was holding. “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but Shoko wasn’t going to let that happen.” You pointed to Shoko next to you and sighed. “I really wasn’t. Besides, who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in this cute bunny costume!” She exclaimed. The two boys stood before you, their eyes lingering on your outfit, smirks playing on their lips as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Fuck,” Satoru whispered under his breath. His pants starting to grow a little tighter. “Bunny, huh? Cute.” Suguru playfully raised his arm to flick one of the floppy ears on top of your head and chuckled, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You tilted your head in suspicion, sensing something unusual in their behavior. "Hands off, cowboy. I'm still mad you took my hat," you pouted, taking the cup from Satoru's hand and bringing it to your lips. Satoru seemed about to say something, but then hesitated. As you tilted the cup up to finish it, a few droplets escaped and trickled down to your top, leaving the very thin white fabric damp.Exposing what your left nipple looked like. You don’t know what came over you, but something told you this could be used as revenge. The constant annoying you during classes, or when they come over to visit Shoko, all you’re doing is drinking messily from a red solo cup, yet it has them speechless.

You wiped your mouth then grabbed Satoru’s hand and placed the cup back in his grasp. “Ready to dance Shok?” You held your arm out to her as she stared at you for a few seconds then linked arms with you. The both of you walk passed Suguru and Satoru, feeling daggers being sent straight to your backside. “What was that over there? You trying to start something?” She joked. “Maybe. But did you see how quiet they both got? Let me bask in this really quick.”

Both boys watched as you danced with Shoko, grinding and swiveling your hips against her and flashing your signature smile. As soon as you were getting comfortable dancing with shoko, you feel her soft body being replaced what felt like a masculine figure. You don’t stop dancing, figuring it might be a frat boy looking to get some ass thrown back on him or something, but that voice sounded too familiar. “Didn’t know you could dance like this either. You’re holding out on me, bunny.” You whipped your head around to see Suguru behind you with a half smile on his stupid perfect face. “How did you- where’s Shoko?” You studdered in confusion. “Dancing with some guy. She told me to take her place.” He began to run his hands up and down your sides. You’d kill Shoko for pulling a stunt like this, but you also didn’t want him to stop. His hands on you just felt so good. “Don’t stop dancing now. C’mon bunny, show me how you were dancing before I got here.”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped. You began to move you hips along with the music and placed your hands on top of the ones that were on your body currently. “You’re so cute when you listen, pretty.” Suguru's warm breath caressed your neck, sending tingles down your spine. His presence was captivating, drawing you in with an intoxicating allure. His sultry voice held a power that seemed to command obedience from anyone who heard it. As the alcohol coursed through your veins, warmth and relaxation spread through your body, creating a sense of dangerous excitement. ‘Fuck it, it’s halloweekend. Who cares?’ You thought, grinding on him even harder. “Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?” He could barely keep his composure. “I already did. Wanna know how?” Suguru bent down a little to humor you so his ear was at your face level. “Because I can feel it.” You lightly grazed the shell of his ear with your teeth, that sending him over the edge. “You’re killing me,” He breathes out. “What are you gonna do about it? What are you and Satoru gonna do about it?” You tease.

-

It didn’t take long for Suguru to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you up the stairs to his room. "I was just waiting for the green light, sweetheart," he says as he smacks your ass and swings open his bedroom door. "About time," you say quietly, praying he didn’t catch that. “Parading around in these shorts of yours, you’re such a fuckin’ tease you know that?” He set you down and smacked your ass once more. “Did it work?” You stared up at him with big eyes making his cock twitch. “More than you ever know.” He walked up closer to you, causing you to back away and land on his bed. He climbs on top of you and lightly grazes your neck with his lips. “Tell me you want this, Y/n. Tell me. If you don't, I’ll stop. Please tell me you want this too.” He pleads, grazing his nose up and down your neck. “I..I want thi-” The door swung open and there stood Satoru. “Yo, I was looking for you everywhere. We’re gonna play a drinking game and-” He stopped to fully unpack the situation that was unfolding before him. “Aw man! Don’t tell me you’ve started without me!” Satoru pouted. “Nothing even happened.” Suguru rolls his eyes. “Now you’re here, you might as well join. What do you think, sweetheart? Want us to take turns with you?” Suguru places his thigh in between your legs to add some pressure. You moan softly at the feeling and nod your head. “We need your words, pretty.”

Suguru starts to softly move his thigh up and down your clothed cunt to give you more friction. “Fuck, yes. Please.” You plead. “That all I needed.” Satoru unbuttons his top and gets into bed next to the two of you. He tilts your jaw to face him and smashes his lips into yours. His kisses were sloppy, but just enough to make you feel so intoxicated off of him. It was a different contrast from Suguru dry humping you, clearly feeling his hard cock begging to be let out of the restraints. “You had some nerve showing up to this party in those tight ass shorts, princess.” Satoru said between kisses. “And -fuck- these ears. Were you trying to tease us, bunny?” Suguru added on. “Maybe,” You giggled. Suguru kisses down your neck and slowly lifts your top up to expose your breasts. He hissed at your perked nipples, mouth-watering as your chest rose and fell watching you messily make out with Satoru. He licked a long stripe from your belly button to the valley of each breast before latching onto your nipple. You moaned in Satoru’s mouth as Suguru swirled his tongue. “Fuck, Sugu,” You ran your fingers in his hair. “Hey, what about me?” Satoru pouts his kiss-bruised lips.

“Attention whore,” You teases and kissed his lips. You gasped suddenly at Suguru slowly pulling your shorts down. “Thereee we go, no no, keep those sock on. They look so sexy squeezing your thighs.” He stopped your wrists from pulling them down as he spread your legs apart, showcasing the damp spot in the middle of your underwear. “Oh, look at this Satoru,” The blue-eyed man got down on his knees next to his best friend to see what he was being shown. “Someone’s eager,” He cooed and placed the pad of his thumb on your print causing you to moan out. “Mph! Fuck,” You threatened to close your legs around them. “Satoru, I have an idea,” Suguru whispered. The only thing you felt was your thong being pulled down and their warm breaths fanning over your heat. In the next moment, you felt someone's warm, wet tongue swirling at the entrance of your cunt. Your breath hitched at the feeling, only for it to be completely ripped away from you when you felt another tongue applying pressure to your clit. “Oh- Oh my God!” You shot up, propping yourself up by your elbows to watch the two go down on you at the same time. The noises they were both made with their tongues and the moans coming from each of them, caused a dull vibration throughout your lower half. “Oh my God, it feels..s-so good,” Your moans filled the room as you plopped back down on your back and grabbed a handful of hair from each head. You could only focus your eyes on the ceiling, as watching the two of them devour you like it was their last meal was too much for your pretty head to handle. “Look at us bunny,” Suguru commanded. “Look at us as we taste you. We wanna see that pretty face.” You took a deep breath and tilted your head down to watch as Satoru slowly inserted two fingers inside of you. You whined and bucked your hips up. “Shh, it’s okay bunny, it’s okay. It feels good doesn’t it?” Satoru cooed and kissed your inner thigh. It didn’t take long for Suguru to insert his fingers inside of you as well, giving you a nice stretch. You whined louder at the feeling and began to jerk your hips around.

“Uh uh, try not to move sweetheart, we’re just getting you ready for you to take us.” Suguru lightly scolded and began to push his fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt at the opposite time as Satoru. You lie there sucking air in and out of your lungs as you felt micro heat waves crash over your lower half. The waves were only getting stronger as Suguru started curling his fingers hitting your g-spot, causing your back to arch. “Oh, Fuck! I’m so close!” Your breathing was uneven and legs trembling as your moans intensified. The waves getting bigger and bigger quickly crashing down as Satoru swirls his tongue around your clit to get you there. Your jaw goes slack and Suguru holds your waist down with his free arm to prevent you from jerking around too much. Fingers never stopping, only fastening in speed and you rode out your orgasm. Slowly, they pulled out their fingers and placed them in their mouths, getting a proper taste of you.

“You taste amazing bunny,” Satoru gushes. You couldn’t respond. Still shocked over the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. Your breathing was heavy as you stared at the ceiling. “Don’t tell me we already fucked you stupid.” Suguru joked, which made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “Oh please, I was thinking about Toji.” You teased and they both looked at you with a blank face. You knew it would get under their skin. Since they hated Toji. He was a very popular athlete from your rival school. So for you to bring him up at a time like this? You were in for it.

“You know, for such a cute costume, you sure do have a filthy mouth.” Suguru unbuckled his pants. “Let’s give you something to fix that, hm?” He pulled his pants down and got on top of you, legs on either side of your face with his cock right in front of you. He lazily jerked himself off a couple of times before tapping the tip on your lips, letting his precum get all over them. “I’ve got something for that smart mouth bunny, c’mon, open up.” He held your jaw with his hand and slowly pushed himself in your mouth. “Argh, fuck. This mouth is so warm,” he grunted, forcing you to take him all the way down. “There we go, take all of it bunny. Good girl.” Suguru kept holding your jaw, watching your big bold eyes grow wide as you sucked him in. You whimpered at the feeling of Satoru’s tip circling your opening. “Think you can take both of us at the same time sweetheart?” Suguru let you take him out of you mouth to verbally say yes. “Yes, fuck me Toru, please.” You pleaded. “So polite now after you’ve had my cock in your mouth.” Suguru comes as you moan at the feeling of Satoru pushing himself inside you. “So tight angel. Look at how well she’s sucking me in.” He rubs your clit. Satoru wastes no time bottoming out inside of you, causing you to moan out with Suguru’s cock still around your mouth. “Mmph, fuck bunny, ‘feels so good moaning around me like that.” He moans throwing his head back. Satoru matches his thrusts with his best friends’ making you feel dizzy in the best way possible.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. You’re doing so good baby. Taking us in like this. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” Satoru’s mouth getting filthier the more he fucks you. “Gonna make me cum deep inside you already.” He chuckles, dropping a glob of spit right where you both meet. “Ah, you can last longer than that, Satoru. Otherwise it’d be embarrassing.” The raven-eyed man joked. “Oh? Wanna make this a bet?” Satoru sassed. Flashing the back of Suguru’s head a smirk. “Don’t start -fuck that’s it- somethin’ you can’t finish,” Satoru chuckled and continued to pound deep into you. The contrast of Suguru fucking your mouth nice and slow verses Satoru’s hard and deep thrusts were driving you insane. It was making your orgasm approach at lightning speed, not even giving you a chance to announce it. Your moans got louder, you clenched tightly around Satoru’s cock, making it harder for him to thrust in and out. “Oh shiiit,” He hisses at the feeling of you creaming on his cock. “You’re tryna milk me right now..it’s gonna make me -fuck- cum.” His eyes squeeze shut as he continues to thrust into you. Hoping by not looking at the white ring forming around his cock, it’ll get him to last longer. But when one sense is gone, the other sense heightens, so his sense of touch only made his cock more sensitive. “Fuuuuuck shit, y/n y’er killin’ me. Gonna cum and you’re gonna take it so fuckin’ deep, I don’t even care anymore.” His movements come to a halt as he pours thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your moans are high pitched as you feel him fill you up so deep. Both of you and Satoru’s moans were more than enough to have Suguru flooding you mouth with his cum as well. “Oh shit, there we go bunny, there we go, take my fucking cum.” He’s holding your jaw as if the feed it down your throat. He slowly pulls it out and taps the tip on your tongue.

“Still with us sweetheart?” Satoru rubs your thigh and you lazily nod. “Good, cause you’re gonna ride me.” Suguru flips you over so you’re on top of him. Very fitting that the took everything off besides the cowboy hats, and you took everything off besides the bunny ears and the knee high socks. “D-Don’t let that stupid hat get to your head.” You said with all the wittiness you had left. “And yet, here you are, about to ride me like a..cowboy,” Suguru lifted your hip up with one hand and aligned his cock under you. “Now bounce on this cock like the good little bunny you are.” He lowered your hips all the way down onto him, making your back arch in response. “Fuck! S-Sugu,” you squeaked. You bounced up and down, the smacking of your thighs connecting to his. “Fuck, you’re so wet sweetheart.” Suguru grunted. “Yeah? Usin’ my cum as lube Sugu?” Satoru stood up on the bed, standing next to his best friend, lazily jerking his cock off in front of your face. “Gonna suck on my tip, gorgeous?” He forcefully pushed his tip past your lips. You wrapped your mouth around it and used your free hand to stroke the rest of his length. “Fuck bunny, gonna make me come again, haha.” He nervously chuckled, surprised at the fact that you were about to make him come again. “I’m right behind you, fuck baby girl, ‘m gonna fill you up again.” Suguru grabbed both hips and began to piston into you. Your moans were increasing in speed, letting them know you were right behind them. At this rate, you’re all going to come at the same time.

“Fuck, oh fuck, ‘M gonna cum on that pretty face bunny.” Satoru shoved you off of him to hold the back of your head and began aggressively jerking off in your face. “Open wide for me, pretty.” You opened your mouth sticking your tongue out for him. His moans got louder and haulted as hot, stickey cum splattered your face. Suguru watching this play out in front of him made him cum deep inside of you. He held your hips down waiting for him to finish. You whined at the painfully good feeling. “Gotta make sure it takes, bunny.” He grinds himself further into you and slowly pulls out, watching his and Satoru’s come flow out of you. “C’mere pretty girl,” Suguru opens his arms for you to lay in it. Satoru takes his shirt from the floor to wipe your face. “My bunny makeup.” You pouted at him resulting in Satoru kissing you. “Man, you don’t know how long we’ve waited for this,” Suguru confessed caressing your back. “God, you showing up in these shorts, ‘wanted to rip them off of you the moment I saw you.” Satoru flicks your bunny ears. “Fuckin’ finally.” You unintentionally muttered.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Suddenly you’re silent. The boldness you once felt disappeared. Your eyes widened. You didn’t realize you said it out loud. You sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard. Might as well get this over with. “W-well, I’ve kind of had a crush on you- and Satoru for a while now.” You evaded their piercing gazes. Other than the music playing downstairs, the room was quiet. Your face was burning up. You wanted to just run out of the room- away from this party. Forget this night ever happened. Lost in thought, you almost completely missed the snort Satoru made as him and Suguru fell into a full fit of laughter. Oh God, this is embarrassing. The laughter quickly died down the moment they saw the sad look on your face. “Oh, sweetheart.” Suguru kisses your hand. “No need to pout, I feel the exact same way, and I’m sure Satoru does too.” Satoru nods in agreement. “Why else have we been picking on you?” You three sit in Suguru’s bed in silence for a while. “So, what now?” You muttered quietly. “So, we’ll see where this goes!” Satoru chirped. “That doesn’t mean that we’re gonna stop though.” You smiled to yourself. The boys that you’ve had a crush on for years finally knew how you felt, and felt the same way.

[starhvney]

mys!vylad x fem!reader, spending the night together and talking about everything in life ? pretty plz 🙏

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys vylad x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and your best friend are always able to talk about everything, and you're always able to enjoy each other's silence. isn't it obvious he'd want to spend the rest of his life with you, just like this?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, best friends to more? very obvious mutual pining, vylad is a sweetheart, he loves you hehehehe

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: I LOVE VYLAD I LOVE HIM! also i did nawt proof read this so i'm sorry for any typos guys :c

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

oh, vylad. the youngest sibling of the ro’meave family, overlooked by his father and quietly forgotten by everyone else. he’s said over and over that he doesn’t mind, that the handful of people he holds close to his heart—including you—are enough for him to feel like he’s enough.

and you know he means it. he has always been mature and open about his feelings, even when he was a kid, and you know he had grown even more since then. but despite all the meditation and journaling and talking, those moments when you’re pushed aside like nothing as a kid can stick with you. he handled that internal angst much better than zane, that was for sure.

at least garte had cared enough about him to help finance such a nice place to live. a small and cozy house at the edge of town, private with a backyard leading into the woods. it was so vylad. from the warm interior to the well decorated back porch, which was where you found yourself now, a couple of hours deep in conversation.

“i mean, it’s not like i was necessarily neglected or anything. but sometimes i just felt so… different. and far away.”

his voice is hushed and quiet, keeping the scene serene and light despite the heavy turn of your conversation. one of his arms props up your head, snugly creating a comfortable pillow for your neck as his hand lightly traced shapes into your arm. 

it had been a while since you’d last seen your best friend, and best friend is a label between the two of you that hadn’t questioned or changed for years despite the quite obvious feelings you both shared. that line that led you both to being something more hadn’t yet been crossed, but the lack of space between you as you laid together in his hammock dangerously teetered that line.

it wasn’t because you were scared, you don’t think. no, not with vylad. in fact you’re sure it’s because you were the least bit scared with him. even if you weren’t official, you knew he’d always be there, and you’d be waiting for him. there was something comforting about the slow burn you had with him, because you weren’t all that afraid that you’d lose him.

“i’m at peace with it though. i mean, i was as fine as i could be about it even as a kid and when i made it to high school, but in a way it still kinda hurt. you know?”

you turn your head to him, observing at how soft his side profile looked in the dim lighting of twilight. the sun has just disappeared beyond the tree line and horizon, waking the crickets up for their nightly concert and casting a dim blue light over the sky. the stars hadn’t quite begun to show themselves, but you’re sure the both of you would talk here well until every constellation could be seen hanging above your heads.

“it was emotional neglect, vylad. you had every right to feel upset and left out. even though garroth and zianna treated you with so much love, zane and garte acted like you didn’t even exist. that’s hurtful.”

he’s quiet for a moment. not from anger, or sadness. he’s just thinking, and you give him that time to, comforted by the slow sway of the hammock and his fingers on your skin. when he gathers his thoughts he turns to look at you, your noses nearly brushing against the other.

“yeah, i guess so. but zane is better, and… i think dad has started to care more in his old age. it’s kinda late to really bond with him like he did with garroth and even zane, but… i still want to try.”

you don’t need to say anything, and he doesn’t expect you to either. it’s the smile and the slow nod of encouragement you give him that satisfies him, sending a peaceful quiet over the two of you as he looks back up to the sky.

the quiet between you stretches on until the constant soothing rocking and the warmth of vylad’s body by your side lulls you until your eyelids feel heavy against your face. you don’t realize you’ve nearly completely passed out until vylad nudges you with his hand, his voice muffled in your ears.

“hm?”

“let’s go inside.”

“why?” you draw out the question, stretching your limbs.

“cause you’re falling asleep, silly.” he quietly laughs.

you nearly roll over in the hammock as he gets up, the jostle bringing you to your senses a bit as you catch yourself. warm large hands encase yours, tugging them up and pulling the rest of your body up after. you try to not be completely dead weight with your legs, but end up creating too much momentum, your body crashing into his as you practically fly into him.

“woah!” he laughs, steadying you by your shoulders.

you nod, most definitely awake now as he rests his hand on your back, guiding you back up the stairs through his screened off porch and into his back door.

“wanna watch a movie?” he suggests, pointing you to the couch as he pulls a blanket from the closet.

“sure.” you concede, the soft cushions and throw pillows looking unbelievably inviting.

you plop yourself right down into the seat, and you were not wrong about the comfort of the couch. you practically sink down into the worn in cushions, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as your eyes drift closed again. the blanket is draped over you and you feel the couch dip down next you, the light from the tv flashing behind your eyelids.

“already asleep again?” vylad questions, making you force your eyelids open again, looking over to him.

“sorry, i’m not trying to be lame on you.”

“you could never be lame to me.” he quickly returns, voice hushed and soft.

his eyes are wide, pupils blown as he looks around the features on your face.

“it’s okay,” he continues. “you’re gonna stay over anyways, right? we can talk more in the morning. if you’re tired, then just sleep.”

you can’t help the small smile that forms on your face, the warmth settling into your chest. it’s as if his words were laced with a sleeping agent, your head falling to his shoulder while the faint sound of the show he played turn into white noise in your ears.

your eyes barely crack open again, but this time you don’t find yourself curled up on the couch or squished into the hammock. instead you’re so… comfortable. your limbs stretch into the warm quilt that drapes across you, head sinking down into your pillow.

…your pillow?

eyelids that were heavy just a second before snap open, your eyes drifting around vylad’s bedroom with realization of where you were. your feet meet the cool wooden floor, your arms wrapping around yourself from the cold as you step out into the hall, catching faint noises from the kitchen.

vylad is there, sun shining into his hair from the window and casting a reddish tint in his hair. he’s over the stove, scrambling some eggs and glancing over to the toaster where two slices of bread poke out. there’s a plate with sausage, too, next to butter and what looked like a few different options for jams.

he jumps a little when you sneak up on his side, shooting you a small smile as you pick them up to debate your options.

“of course you have blackberry jam from o’khasis and… tu’la mountain wildberry jam? when’d you get these?”

“you meet some cool people when you go on hike excursions. you should try a little of each of those, they’re really good.”

you hum, setting the glass jars down.

“you moved me to your bed last night?”

“yep,” he nods, leaning his arm into your shoulder. “i slept on the couch, by the way.”

“you didn’t have to do that, i wouldn’t have minded sharing with you.”

“well, it’s fine. my couch is comfortable and i wasn’t gonna wake you up to bother you about it.”

you huff. “i can’t believe i was so tired i didn’t even wake up to you moving me.”

“well i’m glad you got some good sleep.”

you shake your head, leaning into vylad’s side and holding onto his waist for a tight hug. he turns the heat off, sliding the pan of freshly made eggs off the stove burner as he wholeheartedly returns the gesture. his cheek rests against the top of your head, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips.

“thank you for breakfast.”

“of course.” he whispers, voice rustling your bed hair. “i’d make you breakfast every morning, if i could.”

your brain is still too foggy with the early morning, vylad’s warm chest against your ear and the sun shining in against your closed eyelids distracting you from the stutter of both of your heartbeats at his words. maybe when you’ve woken up, and the two of you chat over breakfast, you can gain the courage to ask what he means.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

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a dish served cold (mini series - part three)

Wild West Marvel AU

outlaw!bucky x reader after the murder of your pa, you go on a journey to find justice. fate brings you to crimson junction for a reason, and that reason is bucky barnes. 

Warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, guns, violence, kidnapping, mention of death, head injuries, choking, creepy men, period typical attitudes, outlaw bucky, alcohol, bounty hunters, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: part three. this section is a little shorter but next weeks part is the longest in the whole series :) let me know your thoughts. sorry for any typos - not proof read.

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“I’m afraid that’s not gonna happen, Mister.”

You held your gun steady as the man took slow, deliberate steps towards you, tsking with a shake of his head. Rocks and flecks of sand crunched beneath his leather boots, spurs jingling softly with each step. As he grew closer, you drew your rifle higher and closer, aiming at the point between his eyes. 

These were the group of men from Crimson Junction—the ones who were always followed by a cloud of smoke. The ones Barnes had been wary of. The ones he had warned you of. 

Bounty hunters. 

“I acknowledge that you’ve done well, Miss…?” He trailed off in question, his hands motioning outward on either side of his hips. You could see the glint of metal attached to his belt. 

“Nellie. Nellie Chase” You lied curtly, raising your chin. 

“Miss Chase… well. Like I said, I acknowledge that you’ve done well, but… I’ve been trackin’ this man for weeks now, and all that effort can’t go to waste now. I’m sure you understand.” The man provided you with a beaming smile as he spoke, his yellow-stained teeth glinting in the light. One of his companions to his side loudly chewed his tobacco with a cruel smirk, the other crudely hacking and spitting onto the ground in front of you. 

You narrow your eyes at their group. Your heart was in your throat, but nevertheless, you persisted. “You don’t think I’ve also been trackin’ him for weeks? I got here first; you’ll just have to move on, friends.”

The man chuckles, shaking his head. “Listen. This is how I see it. You ain’t gonna be able to bring in this vermin by yerself… I mean, look at’chu.”

“I think you would be singin’ a different song if I were a man.” You counter, cocking your head to the side. The men bark out a laugh at your words, one going as far to clutch his stomach as if winded. 

“Oh, Miss! This is not’uh case of your sex! I am speakin’ facts, this man here, this outlaw…” He gestures at Bucky, who remains on his stomach with a scowl etched across his face. “Why he is what, twice yer size, triple? How is a little thang like’chu gonna march him all the way to a jailhouse?”

You were beginning to think this bounty hunter was rather too fond of the sound of his own voice. 

“Yah look like a bright young thang, yah must know where I’m comin’ from… a good place—a, uh… place of concern. Wouldn’t want a pretty young thang like yerself gettin’ hurt by a brute like him, now would we?” 

You exhale sharply through your nose, your posture still poised and stiff as you keep your distance. “Well, I might say I am thankful for your concern, but I fear it’s misplaced. I do not need assistance; what I need is for you and your men to get out of my way.”

“Ah. Stubborn. I suppose you couldn’t get far in this nasty bounty business without having some guts.” He pauses, as if musing. “Say, I will make you an offer, Miss.”

You paused at that. Did these men truly think you were like them? A bounty hunter? In your silks and lace, neatly swept-up hair, and adorned with jewels? Maybe they thought you were deep under-cover to disarm him with your wit and charms. But you weren’t playing a character, despite the small lies about your name and background. This is who you were raised to be. 

In that moment, you decided it might be best to keep up your cool and collected charade. God forbid, these men thought you were anything different. Any woman knew the risk of being vulnerable around men who claimed to be gentlemanly—that instinct reached further than just the west. It rang true in any city or country. 

“I hope that offer is you leavin’, or I will be forced to shoot.” You threaten.

“Now, now. I was going to offer you a cut of his bounty, right here and now. All you have to do is hand him over… consider it a formality for findin’ him first.”

Mind racing, you consider your words carefully and play along. “How much of a cut?”

“Hmm… say, what, ten percent?” The man offers.

You shake your head, continuing to play along until you can come up with something better. “Ten? I put in as much hard work as you trackin’ him.”

“I admit, trackin’ is hard work, but we both know that once you’ve caught them, keeping them caught is harder. Don’t be a fool, take the cut so this don’t get messy, darlin’.”

The man chuckled, though you knew his patience was growing thin. His men looked at you with features akin to a snarl. You doubted you could shoot them all in enough time without taking a bullet yourself—nor could you run away with Barnes in tow without a fight. You chest twinged in response to these thoughts. A few weeks in the desert, and you were already contemplating murder. 

These people had corrupted you. 

Due to your focus being solely on one another, none of you noticed as Barnes raised himself from his belly and sprinted deeper into the canyons. 

There was a momentary lull, a calm before the storm, the men’s mouths agape in shock. You all watched, locked in place, as the outlaw zig-zagged between rocks and vanished behind a sharp clifface. You had to suppress a laugh at the obscenity of it—three bounty hunters so busy bickering with you that the bounty had slipped away.

“After him, you fuckin’ fools!” The leader growled at his men, who hurriedly turned on their heels and chased after Barnes. “And don’t shoot him! We need him alive!” 

As the man faced you once more, you could see that any gentlemanliness or amusement had been washed away. A fierce rage marked his features, creases deep in his forehead as he scowled at you. His eyes narrowed as he took you in, still poised with your rifle. 

“As for you, you had your chance.”

He moved towards you swiftly, making wide strides, shortening the distance between you in mere seconds. Caught off guard, you fumbled with your rifle. You hadn’t quite been given the time to process the inevitability of shooting a man. You were not a killer. You were raised to defend yourself, yes, but a murderer you were not. The brief pause you took to mourn your innocence was futile because, as you committed to a life with your hands bloodstained, you found you were already too late. The man grasped the barrel with his large palm, twisting it from your grip with a grunt. The two of you wrestled before you realised he was easily overpowering you. 

Releasing the rifle, you turned to retreat in the direction of your mare, who stood patiently waiting. The man pursued you with unwavering persistence, grasping your arm as he tugged you backwards. Instinctively, you yanked your arm back vigorously, so hard that you feared you had ripped it from its socket. Muscles and tendons ached at the sudden force, the momentum sending you stumbling over your own feet. Falling to your knees, the earth bites painfully into your bones, sending a shock wave strong enough to clatter your teeth. 

Mouth agape, you look up at your attacker, unarmed and defenceless. He raises the rifle in one solid swing, bringing the butt down against your temple. You register a deafening crack, followed by an overwhelming pain that hurtles down your skull and spine. Your head jolts as the world turns sideways. You don’t feel yourself falling. Everything goes black. 

—

The first thing you noticed was the scent of smoke.

You clung to it—the earthy, smouldering taste that overpowered your senses. You were half caught in a dream, half caught in reality. You were aware of the voices that circled you, the crackle of fire, and the howling of the wind through the canyons. A blissful ignorance engulfed your being, accepting the darkness as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Only as the struggle to open your eyes became alarming, an up-tick of your heart did you truly begin to question everything. You didn’t recall lighting a fire or falling asleep. There was a drilling pain that radiated across your skull, and the skin around your temple and cheek was itchy and tight. 

The crackle of the logs burning was muffled, and the distant sound of talking and laughter finally startled you from your sluggish state. You didn’t recall lighting a fire or falling asleep. You did not recall having company either. Bleary-eyed you blinked. The sky was dark, with a few stars glittering overhead. The warm glow of the fire illuminated a set of tents, and three men huddled around, drinks in hand. 

Your head lulled, pain radiating down your shoulders and spine as you dared to take in more of your environment. Your vision was sideways, curved, and hard to interpret. Shapes and static swam across your view. Your brows drew together, a frown across your face as you stared at a man sat tied to a post only a few paces away. You squinted at him, trying to focus. He stared back at you blankly. Barnes.

You knew him. The outlaw fleeing west. How many times had you looked across at a bounty board and seen his likeness? You held onto his name, repeating the syllable over and over in your mind. You could remember the metal of your gun in your hands, the heat of the sun… then that searing, cracking pain that arced across your skull. The events mere hours earlier clicked into place

The fogginess cleared, replaced by the biting chill of the evening wind. The cool air was sobering, as if your entire body had been dipped into a cold bath. The ache in your skull grew, and you winced, dried blood cracking as your skin pinched. 

You went to move, only to find your hands tied tightly at the wrist, the layers of rope intricately wound over your skin. With a small groan, you rolled yourself onto your back, trying to find a point where the world didn’t spin so vigorously as to assess your rapidly concerning situation. 

“Yer awake. Damn, sweetheart, thought I’d near killed ya. You were out fer so long.” The sneering voice of the bounty hunter spoke from over your shoulder, the scent of whiskey strong on his breath. 

With slow, deliberate steps, he walked around you. You kept your mouth shut as he crouched down in front of you with a sigh. His dirty hand reached out, pushing a fallen strand of hair from your face. You swallowed hard, keeping his gaze. His hands grazed over the dried blood across your cheek and temple, and he chuckled as you flinched away. 

“I did think about leavin’ ya, after all the trouble ya caused us. Nearly lettin’ Barnes over there escape because you was too busy yappin’. But I am a gentleman. Couldn’t leave a pretty lady like yerself injured and defenceless in the desert… where anyone could find you.” He leant over you as he spoke, his head tilting as he inspected your head wound. You grit your teeth, your gaze fixed on the stars in the far distance. 

“Figured you’d be less trouble like this. Couldn’t have ya followin’ after us when you woke up and tryna steal Barnes from under our nose, now could we?” The man takes a long swig from a metal flask. 

He stands once more, and you expect him to leave you in your misery. Instead, much to your horror, he grips your shoulder as he tugs you into a sitting position. A small gasp leaves you as you are jolted upright, your neck and head stinging, and the world swirls around you. 

Your captor laughs at you before offering the metal flask to you with a sneer. 

It takes a few seconds for your vision to stabilise. Your eyes focus on his gesture; hesitantly leaning forward, you opt to accept the small kindness. Maybe the whiskey would help with the headache beginning to pound behind your eyes. The man chuckles, tipping the liquid into your mouth. You swallow it down with a slight wince. It burns your throat. 

“Good girl.” He mutters, patting your thigh through your ruined skirts. The whiskey turns sour in your chest, and a nauseating feeling of repulsion rises at his words. You grimace as the man leans towards you once more, towering over you with an ugly sneer. His hand grips your chin, forcing your face upward as his breath fans across your face. You squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sure havin’ a pretty lady like yourself around will lift morale, huh?”

The burning nausea rises from your chest into your esophagus, your heart pounding in your ears as you feel him grow closer and closer until his face is inches away from yours. You contemplate squirming, maybe even lashing out, but you are frozen in horror. The sickening sensation rises higher and higher in your throat, dread settling comfortably across your bones. By some miracle, he pulls away. The chill of the night fills the space where he once stood. 

You peek through your lashes, watching as he looks at you over his shoulder, illuminated by the firelight. "Oh, and you better not run, sweet girl. ‘Cause next time I won’t hesitate puttin’ a bullet in that pretty skull of yers.” 

You look away, your eyes searching for some type of escape. Despite your desperation, all your stare manages to find is Barnes, who had front row seats to all that had happened. You meet his gaze and find that his usual stoic nature is replaced with a look of rage.

You did not know if that fury was directed at yourself or your captors, but you did not dare to speculate, let alone ask. 

—

You desperately wished to be rid of the dress you wore. Your outfit had worked well for keeping away the chill of the night, but now the layers of fabric were suffocating in the desert sun. You longed for some looser or even a wide-brimmed hat. You only had a handkerchief to keep the sun off your neck. Your face and head were exposed to the beating rays, and your skull felt as if warm soup sloshed around inside. Your hair was half-loose and matted with dust and blood; the once elaborate style and pins were lost in the mess.

You could not imagine you were pleasant to look at, but it did not seem to change your captors attitudes. 

You sat squeezed atop an unfamiliar horse. Your hands were bound, looped over the horn of the saddle. One of your captors, the leader who you had come to know as Pierce, sat behind you, his arms looped around your waist, one hand squeezing your thigh. 

They did not allow you to ride alone, out of fear that you would somehow manage to bolt. Instead, you were subjected to hours of cramped riding, with the stench of whiskey, gunpowder, and sweat overwhelming your senses. The man claimed to be a gentleman, but you could not notice how his hands often wordlessly wandered across your body—your thighs, waist, and chest. It was as if he were creating a map, a perfect image of what he believed lay beneath the fabric. 

For hours, you envisioned all the ways you could kill him. You hoped he would choke on the whiskey he so cherished or fall from his horse and crack his head open from the fall. You hoped his friends would turn on him and put a bullet into his gut. Then you would question those violent thoughts, were you growing corrupted by these men, as you had feared? Or was it the sun and misery aiding the frustration and rage that bubbled beneath? Sometimes you hoped Barnes might escape and somehow kill the men who tormented you both, just so you could avoid the consequences. 

You could not imagine why your thoughts drifted to him so often. Maybe it was his long stares and his quiet observance of everything unfolding. You imagined that if he did somehow escape, he would not offer you much pity. 

Even if you were treated without much respect, Barnes’ predicament was far worse than your own. His hands were bound behind his back, and a noose was around his neck. He walked on foot behind the horses, sometimes tugged along by the captors if he lingered too far behind. Once he had tripped, he was dragged across the ground, rocks cutting into his skin, until he found his footing once more. You had only been able to watch on in horror, stuck in the saddle as he struggled, breath choked by the noose. 

And for the first time, you felt a small piece of sympathy for the outlaw. 

Maybe a quick death for him out in the desert would be a mercy.

PART FOUR

[quinnysnursery]

[🦇] do you wanna grow together? | johnnie guilbert and grace van dien one-shot

paring : little!johnnie guilbert x cg!grace van dien

summary : johnnie opens up to grace about his coping mechanism

warning/extra tid-bits : language, talk of growing up with bad parents, bit of a tantrum at the end but it's handled well!!

word count : 2,487

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (lace from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : i'm aware this song doesn't perfectly fit the vibes but in my heart it does!! i love brye's music idc if it's "tiktok music" (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!) also this is not proof read at all

Johnnie’s hand shook as Jake pulled up to Grace’s house. “This it?” The punk asked, leaning down to get a better look at the house in front of him. 

It was nicer than Jake, Johnnie and Carrington’s place, the first time Johnnie saw it he briefly wondered just how much Grace’s role on Stranger Things paid. 

“Yeah, this is it.” Johnnie’s leg bounced up and down anxiously, earning a sympathy glance from the punk next to him. “Hey,” Jake started, turning his attention to his friend. 

“It’s gonna be okay. She’s a nice girl, right?” Jake made sure to look Johnnie in the eyes when he asked him this, “Yeah, she’s…awesome.” Johnnie smiled to himself, realizing just how lucky he was. 

Grace was beautiful, but that wasn’t the reason Johnnie fell in love with her. He fell in love with Grace because she’d noticed him in the corner of a party, alone and to himself- like always- and came right up with that bubbly smile and asked what he was drinking.

He fell in love with Grace because she’d never once been unkind to him.

“Then I’m sure this’ll go fine.” His roommate assured him, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “And if it doesn’t, you’ll always have me and Carrington.” 

Johnnie let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” He nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“D’you want me to wait outside?” The red-haired man asked, earning a head shake from Johnnie. “Just uh- keep your phone near.” The emo man told him, earning a nod from his roommate. “Okay, good luck.” Jake smiled, unlocking the doors to his Tesla.

It didn’t take Johnnie long to get out of the car and make his way to his girlfriend’s front door. He could hear the sounds of Jake’s tires pulling out the driveway and down the street.

Just him and Grace.

That was fine, he’d stayed the night plenty of times. He even spent the weekend at her house once! It was fine.

Everything was fine. 

In one swift motion, the large front door swung open revealing the blonde girl that Johnnie was here to see. “Johnnie!” Her perfume hit him in the face in the best way possible, instantly easing his nerves. Grace was good at that, somehow.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly, instantly leaning down and allowing her to hug him. Grace pulled away after a few moments, smiling brightly at her boyfriend. “Well come in!” She beamed before grabbing his tattooed hand and pulling her inside, letting the door automatically lock behind her. 

“Are you thirsty? Hungry? We could order something!” She instantly jumped into conversation about things they could do whilst in each other’s presence.

“Um-“ Johnnie gulped down the lump in his throat, his hands shaking as he glanced around his girlfriend’s extravagant kitchen. “I uh- was actually hoping I could talk to you about…something.” Johnnie avoided eye contact with the blonde woman, opting to stare down at his boots.

“Oh..” Grace’s face fell, fear punching her in the gut. “Okay, we can talk.” She sat down at the kitchen island, Johnnie sitting across from her. 

Both Johnnie and Grace’s legs bounced anxiously as they waited for someone to break the silence. Johnnie was wracking his brain for the script he’d made at three AM this morning- when he’d decided that he had to tell Grace about his regression.

It wasn’t an easy decision by any means, the emo man had only told four people in his entire life. It dawned on him in the early morning hours that he wanted Grace to stay in his life for awhile- forever, preferably. It also dawned on him that that meant opening up about the most sacred part of himself…which was terrifying.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Grace’s voice snapped him back to reality. “What?!” Johnnie’s eyes widened, realizing his girlfriend’s blue eyes were glossing over. “No! Oh my god- No! Never!” Johnnie quickly cupped Grace’s hand with his tatted one.

“Oh thank god.” Grace breathed, placing her free hand over her heart as she let out a shaky breath. “You scared me!” She whined, a giggle following her lips.

“I’m sorry, I-” Johnnie’s brain blanked again, what was he supposed to say? 

“I don’t want to break up with you! I just need you to know that I mentally regress to a toddler because my teen years were ruined!!” That wasn’t right, it couldn’t be right. 

“What’s going on? You’re shaky,” The blonde woman frowned sympathetically, tracing her fingers along his crow tattoo. “More than normal.” She joked, earning a breathy laugh from her boyfriend. “I uhm…shit this is hard,” He laughed, Grace smiled sympathetically. 

Johnnie took one final deep breath, “So y’know about MDE and that shit, right?” He asked. Grace instantly nodded, leaning in to show she was actively listening. 

“I was like, really young, when that all started which- fuckin’ sucked.” Johnnie laughed- it wasn’t funny, but it helped his nerves. The blonde woman nodded and rubbed her thumb along the back of Johnnie’s hand, allowing her boyfriend to continue on.

“And uh- I kinda missed out on a ton of shit that kids got to do, even before moving to Nebraska.” He added, “So,” Johnnie gulped down the bundle of nerves that was creeping up on him. 

“So, I found this uh- this coping mechanism, a couple years ago.” 

Okay. She wasn’t freaking out yet, that was a good sign. 

“It’s called age regression, have you…have you heard of it?” He asked, glancing up to meet Grace’s eyes. Grace thought for a moment before shaking her head, Johnnie didn’t know if that was for the better or for the worst.

“Okay- that’s okay.” He assured, smiling warmly at his girlfriend. “It’s this coping mechanism where the regressor-” Johnnie was cut off, “Is that you?” Grace asked, earning a nod. 

“Yeah, that…that would be me.” The emo man admitted, an embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks. Grace nodded, readjusting in her seat. “The regressor reverts to a child-like mindset, in order to cope with stress…mental health, it um- it can be both voluntary and involuntary.” Once Johnnie was finished with his words, he brought his freehand up to his mouth- chewing on the skin around his nail in order to self-soothe.

Grace processed what her boyfriend had told her before speaking, “And you do this?” She inquired, earning a cautious nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” The blonde smiled, “I’m really proud of you, ‘s probably not an easy thing to tell people.” She added.

Johnnie blinked at his girlfriend in surprise. Was that it? Was she mad? She didn’t sound mad, and Grace was still holding his hand so she couldn’t be mad…right?

“Uhm- sometimes regressors- littles, that’s…that’s another name for them- sometimes littles have caregivers and-” Johnnie was cut off once again, “Is that me?” Grace asked excitedly. Johnnie couldn’t help but smile at her tone, delightfully surprised.

“I mean- it could be, but I don’t want you to feel forced into that role at all!” Johnnie quickly stated, he was just fine on his own but if Grace really wanted to help…he wouldn’t mind having her take on a caring role.

Grace thought for a moment, now dealing with her own internal battle. She didn’t have the best upbringing. Sure, being a nepo-baby meant she got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted…but that didn’t make her family issues any better. Her father was the best dad he could be, but her mom…wasn’t the best parent.

Grace had spent her entire childhood worrying about her mothers addictive habits. It was hell, something no child should ever have to deal with.

“I’m not sure I’d be very good,” She admitted softly, her heart breaking as she saw her boyfriend’s smile falter. “I mean- I just…I don’t want to taint your age regression by messing up, y’know?” She explained, earning a soft nod from Johnnie. Silence fell over the room as both parties thought silently, pondering the next step.

“...I think you’d be a really good caregiver.” Johnnie said softly, Grace felt her heart swell. “Really?” She asked, a wide grin spreading over her face. He nodded, “You’re patient, and…gentle and…you already make me happy.”

Grace placed her free hand on her heart once again, this time to signal just how much Johnnie’s words meant to her. “I’ve never had a caregiver,” He admitted, much to Grace’s surprise.

“Really? Not even Jake?” She asked, knowing how close both the boys were. “He knows but he’s not my caregiver.” He explained. Grace hummed, understanding.

“...Maybe we could learn together?” She offered, peaking Johnnie’s interest. The black-haired man tilted his head, urging her to continue. “Like- you could learn to have a caregiver and I could learn how to be one.” She smiled, earning an enthusiastic agreement from Johnnie. 

“Okay…let’s learn together.”

A few weeks later, Johnnie found himself at Grace’s doorstep again. This time though, he had a backpack resting over one shoulder- filled to the brim with his regression supplies.

Toys, a sippy cup, various different coloring books (with crayons, of course) and even a deco-paci that Carrington had gifted him after learning of Johnnie’s regression.

Needless to say, Johnnie overpacked for an overnight stay but…he couldn’t help it! He was nervous!

“Johnnie!” Grace beamed, swinging her front door open and instantly latching herself onto her boyfriend. Johnnie let out the breath he’d been holding in, melting into the blonde’s arms.

 After soaking in the hug for a few moments, Grace pulled back and immediately began tugging Johnnie inside by his hand.

 “Come in! Look what I did!” The girl smiled, once again letting the door shut and lock once the two were inside. Johnnie nearly tripped over himself with how fast his girlfriend was dragging him to her living room, but once he saw exactly what she was so excited about he couldn’t help but smile.

Grace had made a fort that spanned the entire size of her living room, “I hope this ‘s okay, I loved forts as a kid so I just thought-” She was cut off by her boyfriend letting out an excited hum and bouncing excitedly.

Grace blinked in surprise, in the months she’d known Johnnie he had never done that. She didn’t dislike it, though. If anything, Grace found it adorable.

“Cece help ‘e?” Johnnie asked, tugging on Grace’s shirt gently with hopeful eyes. 

Cece.

Grace smiled softly, “Help with what, sweetheart?” She asked, surprising herself with her own tone. It was soft, gentler than her typical one- she hadn’t realized that was possible until now. 

“Shoes!” He smiled, gently placing his backpack on the floor, beginning to tug at his boots. Grace quickly moved his backpack into the fort before crouching in front of the regressed man to help him get his boots off. 

“So you like it?” She asked hopefully, earning a firm nod from Johnnie. “Uh-huh!” 

“We go in?” Johnnie asked softly, pointing at the entrance of the fort. Grace thought for a moment, “Have you eaten?” She asked, not wanting Johnnie to be hungry. 

Johnnie nodded, humming out small “mmhm!”.

“Jayjay made ‘e nuggets.” He smiled proudly, Grace nodded. “Okay, then yeah! Let’s go in!” She agreed, lifting up the blanket to allow Johnnie to crawl in- following him after.

Johnnie gaped at the interior of the fort, multiple twinkling fairy lights hung around. “Staw’s!” He smiled, looking towards Grace with eyes full of childlike wonder.

Grace knew at that moment that, even if she didn’t know how to be a caregiver, there wasn’t anything in this world that would stop her from learning.

“Yeah baby! Stars!” She encouraged, her heart melting into a pile of goop as Johnnie curled up next to her. “Do you wanna watch a movie, baby?” She asked, “Cow’pse Bw’ide?!” The little questioned, excitedly.

“Sure, hun.” Grace smiled, nodding. She quickly grabbed the TV remote off of her couch, scrolling to find the correct movie. The blonde woman wrapped her arm around the little, a coo slipping from her lips as Johnnie rested his head on her shoulder. 

Johnnie whined, tired tears threatening to spill from his icy blue eyes. Grace let out a gentle sigh, “Baby, you're tired.” She tried explaining, but the little one was having none of it. He’d dozed off halfway through the movie, only to wake up still exhausted. The only issue was, Johnnie refused to settle back down.

“M’ not!” He sniffled, despite rubbing his eye with his fist immediately after. Grace took a moment to think about what her parents would’ve done. With her dad’s job, it was rare that parenting was left up to him but her mom probably would’ve left her to cry it out in her room alone. It only ever made her feelings intensify, leading to more frustrated tears.

Grace wouldn’t do that to Johnnie, she couldn’t. The blonde woman took a deep breath before meeting Johnnie’s eyes again, “Can you look at Cece?” She asked gently. 

Johnnie whined, shaking his head and diverting his gaze. “Baby, please?” She cooed, reaching out and brushing Johnnie’s hair away from his eyes. The little begrudgingly met his caregiver’s eyes, “I can tell you're really flustered right now, huh?” She asked, receiving a sniffly nod from the pale man.

“Okay! Hey, that’s okay.” She reassured, thinking about what she needed to hear as a child. “Can you tell Cece why?” She questioned, “Don’ wanna ‘eep!” Johnnie shouted, wobbly lip breaking Grace’s heart.

“Can we try using softer voices?” Grace asked, quoting a gentle-parenting tiktok she’d seen whilst lying in bed awake last night- terrified she’d ruin Johnnie’s regression. She wanted to make sure she was as prepared as possible, and thank god she did.

Johnnie’s lip wobbled, but he nodded. “Sorry, Cece.” He apologized. “That’s okay baby, I know you didn’t mean it.” Grace comforted, pulling the little into a hug after asking permission.

“M’ still wanna color wif’ Cece…” Johnnie admitted through tired tears, “Oh buddy…” The woman cooed, looking down at the little in her arms. “We can still color, I just think you need a nap before we do.” She giggled, resulting in a small smile forming on Johnnie’s face.

“Cece wake ‘e up?” He asked hopefully, earning a quick nod from Grace. “Yeah, I’ll wake you up in…thirty minutes, okay?” She offered. Johnnie thought for a moment before nodding and snuggling back into Grace’s arms.

“Get some rest, I expect to see how talented you are at colorin’.” The blonde joked, earning a smiley laugh from the man in her arms. “Night night, Cece.” Johnnie yawned, eyes already drooping. 

“Night night, sweet boy.” She kissed the top of Johnnie’s head, allowing herself to relax.

She was confident she had Johnnie, and Johnnie was confident that Grace had him. They’d grow together.

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[natashaslesbian]

Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

[pear1escence]

Flower in fall

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x Fem!Reader - 18+

Angst - Smut Now….I’m not proof reading this so if there are typos and inconsistencies I apologise but I’m not straining my brain any more for today bleh

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You’ve always been someone more engaged in your thoughts than whatever goes on around you. On some days, the days pass by in a blur of nothing while you’re stuck twisting the same events over in your mind. What you could’ve done differently. Where you could have been right now.

Maybe if you hadn’t spontaneously walked into that bar on that particular night, you’d never have met him. Maybe you wouldn’t be so heartsick right now, so unsure of what to do. You think about how entirely devastated you felt by that hospital bed where the man you loved lay, unconscious, frail, his sun-kissed skin uncharacteristically pale. You sniff out the memory before it breaks you further.

There’s the buzzing of your phone on the coffee table as it lights up. You ignore it, as you’ve ignored it every other time someone’s called these past couple hours. You can’t talk to David right now. There’s a heaviness that sits deep in your guts that won’t let you. Scared of the inevitable heartbreak a relationship with him brings, the fear that ripples through you whenever he leaves, of the possibility you might never see him alive again. It wasn’t something you’d taken seriously, truly considered, not before Elias had called you on that god-forsaken, unassuming evening, his voice uncharacteristically shaky as he’d informed you of the critical state of his oldest son.

You hate yourself for it, how you’re causing him pain when you could easily avoid to. But you don’t pick up the phone, and a couple more minutes pass before it stills again.

—

Your spine is curled up by the headboard of the bed you share. The blinds stop the sunlight from trickling in, allows you to escape into what feels like a different dimension, secluded and completely isolated from the rest of the world.

You jolt at the sound of floorboards creaking under heavy footsteps, the sound of your name echoing through the walls, alerting you of David’s presence. There’s a knock on the door before it opens and he steps in. You hide your face like a child, unable to face him, your head buried in between your knees as your arms wrap around them tighter.

David calls your name, louder when you don’t respond. He sighs and steps closer, sitting on the corner of the bed, and you shift your face to the side. He looks tired. Sad. The corners of his mouth pulled into a near pout, and you’re not sure what he’s thinking right now. “I called.”

You stare back at him, sitting up straighter and covering your mouth with the hems of your shirt. “Why didn’t you answer?” He doesn’t even sound angry, just confused, there’s a devastation in his voice that kills you. There’s a gap of silence, several minutes passing before you answer. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You croak, your nose stinging.

“You can’t just…ignore me like this, as if I don’t exist, as if I don’t mean anything to you?” He frowns, standing up, crossing his arms and looking at you expectantly. Waiting for an answer you won’t give. He shakes his head, making his way into the bathroom, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

-

The sounds of bedsheets rustling and the bed frame creaking wakes you, but the comforting hug of David’s arms wrapping around you doesn’t come. You sneak a glance over your shoulder at the man lying on the other side of the bed, his arm bent at the elbow, a hand placed under his head as he stares up at the ceiling.

His torso is bare, the scar on his stomach in display. The bullet that pierced through his flesh, lodged itself so deep it almost claimed his life.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to even out your breathing, calm the storming beats of your heart. “David,” you whisper, shuffling a little closer to him. His gaze falls on you, and you continue. Explain how scared you’ve felt for him, ever since his accident. How scared you are of it happening again, only he might not survive. How scared you are of losing him.

Your cheeks are wet with tears once you’ve aired everything out. You choke on your silent sobs when the familiar warmth of his envelops you as David takes you into his arms, sitting up with his back against the headboard. His hand finds the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck, stroking your hair as his chin rests on your head. You cling onto him as if he could disappear from your hands at any moment, he wraps a burly arm around your back, the two of you coming together like pieces of a puzzle.

You stay like that for a while, neither of you uttering a single word.

You take a final, deep breath before shifting your face to the side, supported on his shoulder. He’s crying, you notice. Pretty green eyes shining with tears that spill over. He doesn’t make any efforts to hide it, lets you take his face into your hands, press kisses onto his skin and wipe the tears away with your thumbs. “I love you.” He whispers, “And I won’t leave you. We’re okay.” It’s a promise you can’t doubt, for your own sake and for his. His hand weaves itself into your hair, pushes your lips against his.

“Love you too,” you murmur against him, kissing him gently, your tongue moving against his, licking into his mouth. It sparks up a desire for him, your hips grinding down involuntarily, in need of relief from the storm of sadness that’s been building up for days now.

He groans into your mouth, his hands meeting your hips, creeping underneath your shirt up to your bare breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and pinching a nipple between his thumb and pointer before he pulls the shirt over your head, leaving you bare except for a pair of plain cotton panties.

His hands return to your hips as he leans back against the headboard, his hands kneading at the plump skin of your ass, taking in the view of your naked body. “Never get enough of seeing you like this.” he places a kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck, taking in the comforting scent of your skin.

“David,” you whine, raking your nails through the hairy expanse of his chest, all the way down to his flannel pjs, “please?” He hums, his fingers finding their way into your panties and tracing your achingly wet slit, spreading your arousal all over your cunt. “This what you needed, baby?” He hums, nipping at your neck. Two thick fingers push into your poor, aching pussy, gently curling up against a spot that makes you whine, grind down against his fingers for more.

Your hand finds the bulge of his cock, palming him through his pants, his hand faltering in movement for a second as he groans, his brows knotting together, a look of desperation in his eyes that mirrors your own. You find the hem of his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers to access what you needed. His breath hitches, eyes meeting your own through his lashes, as your fingers skim along the length of his cock, wrapping around his tip and pressing around him softly.

He moves with you, his thumb finding your clit and drawing lazy circles as you stroke his cock in slow, languid motions. It’s a gentle pleasure, intimate like the loving revelations you whisper to each other, warm like the crook of his neck you bite into to stifle the whimpers of pleasure that spill out of your mouth, ones he thankfully makes no effort to conceal.

“I needa feel you, pretty girl,” he whispers, placing kisses that follow your cheekbone till he’s connecting them with your lips, his tongue moulding with yours when you obediently open your mouth. His fingers slip out of you to dig into your hips, push you closer to him, your arousal coating his cock as he runs his shaft between your lips, his hot breath on your mouth.

“Look at me, baby,” he groans, a desperate, yearning sound as he pushes into you, the thickness of his cock sending a tinge of pain through you as he stretches out the poor walls of your cunt. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping you close to him as your eyes meet his, “there’s my girl.” He hums, nipping at your lower lip before he gives you another kiss.

You curse at the delicious feeling of being stuffed full of his cock, his tip rubbing against a spot that sends sparks of pleasure through your thighs as you grind down on his thighs slowly. He’s got you wrapped tightly against him, his heavy breaths hot in your neck, craned to the side as you rest your head on his shoulder. You’re content to let your pleasure built up slowly, the slow circles of your hips pulling pretty groans out of him. His groin is hot, sticky with the pool of your joint arousal, and you’d be overwhelmed if you didn’t have his arms around you, grounding you to the moment.

It’s a feeling similar to the good weed highs, an overdrive of hot, sticky love, dizzying, your emotions heightened, completely focused on him. The slow lift of his hips, that needy look in his eyes. You’re still in awe of him sometimes, in awe of this bear of a man you’re wrapped up with, who feels so deeply, loves so sweet. “I love you.” You mutter into his skin, for the hundredth time.

He hums, a breathy chuckle leaving those pretty, pinkish lips. “Love you too.” His arms loosen around you, hands squeezing at your thighs, lifting you up on his cock and lowering you again with ease. The warmth at your core feels like pure, molten pleasure, and his heavy groans turn pathetic with desperation, pouring into you as his lips lock with yours again. You lift yourself up on your knees, just barely hovering over him but allowing him to fuck into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pistons into you. There’s something nearly animalistic in the way he’s practically rutting into you, chasing his release, the heat in your core pouring down your thighs in shocks of pleasure as your orgasm washes over you in mind-numbing waves.

Through the rush of your heartbeat, pounding through your eardrums with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you barely register the groans that spill out of him, the squeeze of his arms around you as he clamps you down onto him one final time, his cock buried deep inside of you as his seed spills into your aching pussy. The slow grind of his hips, his heavy breaths, continuous whispers of ‘I love you’ into the skin of your neck.

-

The aftermath of sex with Hesh you always look forward to. The damp towel between your legs as he cleans you up so that you can sleep comfortably, an ice-cold glass of water, the stroke of his hand on your hair, lulling you to sleep as you get to lie there lazily, knowing that even in this chaotic mess of a world you’ll always feel at home in his loving arms.

[mya-cookie-eater]

Your my baby say it with me

This idea is frommmmmm @unnaturalthingshappene

Warning(s): fluff,cute,corny teenage things, might be typos,not proof read, i haven’t seen the movie in a min so it might be non canon ,part 2 of “my baby my baby your my baby”

A/n: so I’m thinking of making this a series, I like this idea so much and it’s so fun to write i hope you enjoy 🫶🏾

Miles walked you to his room and you seen everything everything he still loved ‘different universe same miles’ you thought to your self

“Your a collector?” You asked and he nodded with a nerdy smile on his face like his going to rant about how much he loved comics and action figures, “yea i am or i try i love comics it’s something so special about them. like an escape from reality. everyone has one do you have any like escape?” You did and he was standing in front of you even though he knew about this odd situation you still found it weird to be like,

‘oh yea I’m so in love with you your voice calms me and being in your presence being in your arms brings me peace it brings me joy your my escape and you always will be’ so instead, you said “oh um yes i do i like (your favorite thing) it’s make me feel free and seen so yea..” miles was staring at you in adoration, as you went on and on about this thing you loved so much almost like he knew he’d fall in love with you before he knew he’d fall in love with you.

it was so beautiful almost like you were meant to be in every universe in every way you were made for each other. not exactly at this time because age but even right now with the age thing platonically you still seemed to be made for one another “it really beautiful  how you love (your favorite thing) so much umm” miles looked into your eyes deeply “so you want to go for a walk??” He asked and you nodded he grabbed your hand and walked down the stairs with you “uh it might be cold out right now so here”

he gave you his jacket it smells like him he still smells the same. it was his school jacket too”thank you for considering” you always loved how considerate he was “of course i mean how could i not be especially towards a pregnant woman?”

He opens the door for you and closed and locked it behind him you walked with him on the street you were on the inside it seems small but it’s still so livening and caring “so how far along are you ?” he asked his hand in his hair like he did when he was nervous you did that too sometime you’d joke with him and say you got it from him “I’m about 5 months along” you say walking slowly in the cold air “um can i.. can i touch it?? Sorry if that weird you know forget abo-“ “yes miles it’s not weird your good” you took his hand and placed it on your belly “whoa that’s kinda… surreal i just..i think i just felt the baby kick” after this interaction you began to walk back and yea maybe you didn’t know how to get home but you were having fun so for that moment that didn’t matter.

[whattimeisitfic]

3, 16, 29, 30, 32

Ask game answers. I’ll put a below the cut thing because I don’t want to force anyone to read or scroll past my blocks of texts of they’re just scrolling for fun pictures in any of the tags. However if you ARE interested in Lucifer-centric angst fics PLEASE consider giving my Ao3 fanfiction “What Time Is It?” a shot! _______________________

3 - Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

Okay, not a Hazbin Hotel or Luci fic (go figure I’ve only posted two and both are pretty well liked) but a Voltron one (again, go figure, the onky other thing I have publish. At least on Ao3). It’s one of the one-shots I have in my collection fic (probably why it’s under-appreciated). It’s called “Notice Me” and I won’t go into too much detail b/c this is definitely NOT the fanbase for it, but basically it’s just some yummy angst, pining, and just Lance feeling like shit after months of being ragged on. With a delicious little panic attack that I had lots of fun writing (there’s nothing wrong with me I swear—)

16 - Is there a type of fic you would never write?

Hmmm… that’s a good question. Definitely nothing that’s like… the really taboo shit like incest or non-LGBTQ related M!preg (sorry y’all I am NOT on the Lucifer birthed Charlie train). Also will probably not, as of right now, ever write a Lucifer ship fic with any canon characters (expect MAYBE Lilith, but even then it won’t be the focus). It’s just… NONE of his ships appeal to me (maybe b/c I just want him so bad but I didn’t say that). And obviously angst is where I live so I probably wouldn’t write anything super smutty. I’ll read it any day of the week, but I’ll stay in my little bubble of giving Lucifer a million mental breakdowns tyvm!

29 - What's your most popular fic?

Gee. I wonder:

30 - What do you struggle with most when writing?

Hmmm… this is a good question. I think there are a couple main things.

One, trying to fulfill the wishes of my ducklings while also not taking forever w/ certain plotlines. Obviously I’m not gonna please everyone all the time, but I try to include requests pretty soon after I read them if I don’t have a specific plan for them to show up in the future (B/c otherwise I WILL forget).

Two, sometimes motivation is a real bitch man. I’ll have all these ideas floating around, then open my fic and realize I can do ANY of that yet because I’ve gotta finish writing this specific part that I’m stuck on how to make it flow right. Also this is gonna sound weird but sometimes I think I straight up zone out while writing. Like if I’m bored, I’ll write and convince myself that everything I just put on the page was trash B/c I didn’t absorb any of it.

Three, proof-reading. I love it and hate it. I need to do it B/c if you’d SEEN some of the whack ass typos I’ve made you’d been pointing, laughing, stomping me into the dirt. But it also takes so much time. It’s much better in the tummy angsty chapters where I’m genuinely excited to read through it again. I’m always so worried about my lacing in certain scenes, whether it’s too fast, too slow, etc. Though, I have noticed, I am a LOT easier on myself when I proof-read in the morning or afternoon as opposed to at night. Which is a little strange but whatever.

32 - What's a fic you'd love to write, but probably never will?

Oooo… there are a LOT of like… ‘head fanfictions’ that have been kicking around up here for YEARS that I know I’ll never get around to B/c like… ugh. Here are a few that are Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel based:

Cast of HH reacts to the show fic. Okay, call me cringe but I actually eat those types of fics up and there is NONE out there. I just want people to react to how BAD Lucifer’s living and mental situation is right now and coddle him, is that so bad? But I know I never will because those kinds of fics take SO! MUCH! WORK!

When I’m not thinking of this fic, there’s this other general concept that gets rolled around with Lucifer basically like… sacrificing himself for both Heaven and Hell in front of like… everyone. He lives in the end b/c like they all cliché stand in a circle and sing and their ‘good’ energy comes together to help him. But like it basically gets heaven and everyone to see him in a new light and realize just how much he ISN’T the monster he’s been pained to be. And what rlly hurts is me imagining his ‘last words’ to be something like: “I didn’t fuck it up this time.” Because. You know. Angst.

OOOO and one where like… it’s set somewhere in the future where Heaven is actually being nice and giving the Hazbin Hotel a chance. Multiple sinners have been redeemed at this point and the angels are down in hell having like a celebration at how far things have come. Lucifer feels both jealous that HE will never get that chance, and just absolutely hates himself because like ALL THESE SINNERS got the chance to go back, but he’s too horrible of a person to be able to have that forgiveness. Lots of feels that I actually DON’T wanna say too much about B/c after WTiI is finished I may want to try and make this happen. I’m only putting it under THIS ask because… u know… I have no clue where my headspace will be if/when WTiI does reach its final chapter. ________________

Thank you for sending in the asks! These were so fun to respond to!

[gaintsnowflake]

LAST LOVE

PAIRING - Lucy Carlyle x Fem!Reader

ONESHOT - in which you get stabbed and only have a few more minutes to live

TRIGGERS - death, blood, and being stabbed

A/N - Very angsty but if you really look for it there is some fluff, please mind any typos or grammar mistakes, it is proof-read only by me so I won’t be able to catch everything

WORD COUNT - 0.9k

alternate ending | masterlist

I FELT something penetrate my stomach. I looked down to see a rapier barely sticking out of my abdomen. Blood slowly started to trickle down my stomach, which you could see through my clothes.

The golden blade laughed as I fell back. The pain was excruciating. He held onto the rapier and pulled it out, causing large amounts of blood to leave my open wound.

I wasn't going to survive.

I could hear Lucy scream as she ran towards me, dropping her rapier in the process. Lockwood, on the other hand, stared for a few moments before jumping into action against the golden blade, most likely trying to protect Lucy and me.

I fell to the ground, not being able to hold a stand any longer. My entire body was shutting down.

Quickly, I reached towards the wound, trying to cover it with my hand. As Lucy kneeled above me, I could already see the tears in her eyes. She looked into my eyes before looking down at the wound, applying pressure with one hand, and trying to rip off the sleeve of her dress with the other, but she was failing to do so. She started sobbing as she failed to rip it off.

"It's okay, Luce, it's okay," I reached up to caress her cheek. "Just get out of here, I'm a lost cause."

"No. No. No. You're going to be okay. You will be okay. Promise me you will be okay! We- we'll take you to the hospital, and they will treat your wounds. You're going to be okay."

Lucy stared me in the eyes, so scared to look away to see my wounds and my body covered with blood.

"My love I-"

"No! Don't give me all of that bullshit! You are going to be okay!" She screamed as she started to pull me up to a sitting position. As soon as I sat up, I started coughing up blood.

I grabbed her face and pulled it towards mine. I just wanted to kiss her one last time. Quickly, I pressed my lips to hers and pulled away. I chuckled before wincing. Being stabbed and laughing is not a good combo.

"Sorry, my lips are a bit bloody," I grinned with tears streaming down my face.

"It's okay, you- you can give me a proper kiss when we get back home." I could see the hope in her eyes, but deep down, she knew I wasn't making this out alive.

"Lucy-"

I was cut off by her grabbing the walkie-talkie with one hand.

"George, we need an ambulance right now." She sent it over before throwing it away, bringing her attention back toward me.

I could hear cuts of George's voice asking what was wrong, but I drowned it out with the sound of Lucy's sobs and her trying to tell me it'll be okay.

"Love, look at me," I waited until her eyes met mine before continuing. "I love you, I have always loved you. I want you to leave me here. There is no way I will live. But I don't want you to die because of me. I don't think I'll be able to survive the afterlife if you die because of me. So please, my love, go. Run. Save yourself. Save Lockwood. Please, if I can't live, I want you to for us. For me."

"No, I can't just leave you here! You're such a prick. I'm not leaving you here to die."

Before I could respond, Lockwood kneeled next to me as well.

"Lucy, she's going to die either way. She took a rapier to the lung, she is drifting away, coughing up blood. She isn't going to make it luce and we have to go."

"You insensitive prick! She- she is going - she will make it! She has, too. I can't live without her. I can't live without you... please don't go." Lucy stumbled for her words, laying her head on my chest.

"Y/n, I'm sorry..." Lockwood looked towards me. He was at a loss for words.

"Lockwood, please, just go talk to George and tell him what happened. Please leave me to talk to Lucy," I looked down to see Lucy's head still on my shoulder. Lockwood nodded, getting back up and walking away.

I laid back down, and I could feel my last breaths approaching. Black dots cloud my vision slowly. I needed to make this quick.

"Lucy, I love you, okay?" I started, my voice getting weaker and weaker, as she sat back up and looked at me, nodding, whipping away her tears. I've never seen her like this, not even putting up a fight. "I want you to live for us. I want you to move on and be okay. You deserve to be happy. You deserve love. You deserve everything. Please, move on."

"No. No, I can't. You are my everything, I can't live without you," she cried, shaking her head no.

"Please, for me. It is my dying wish for you to be happy." I said as I felt everything being sucked out of me. I now stared into the sky, I couldn't hold my head up anymore and let out three breathy last words. "I. Love. You."

It took me seconds before I lost my life, which may just be the most painful of my life. I could feel her shaking me so violently as her voice ran out and she screamed no. I could see Lockwood pull her away as she kicked and screamed my name. My vision ran out just before my hearing.

Soon, I lost the feeling of my body. I welcomed death, like an old friend. There was just one thing I was happy about, Lucy Carlyle was my LAST LOVE.

[askfallenroyalty]

sorry for nittypicking but in Toriel’s dialogue she’s saying “likey” instead of “likely”.

…there’s also a high chance I am wrong because I’m dyslexic, but I thiiiink?? That’s what I’m seeing??

// not nitpicky i'm just too lazy to fix things sometimes or i got other things going on i put it off. i do lil fixes all the time, its just, most of that (hopefully) gets caught when i do transcripts and the uploading. that said, i do slip up and sometimes i'm too tired to do the transcripts right away (cause god knows i work at this at late/early hours x-x)

but yeah whenever someone corrects me with a typo an angel gets wings /pos thank u so much it truly is so kind and unfair that you guys have to do that. if this wasn't a free comic i'd defs hire someone to do the proof reading and transcripts to catch things but alas, i'm the only one making the comic

i'm pretty sure (never got diagnosed) i have dyslexia for at least numbers if not words as well. i struggle with certain spellings and remembering certain grammar (god. the apostrophe rule of ' confuses me i swear to god i've googled it and got different results. im so fuckin confused and scared) i also just. read words in a certain way that is not grounded in any normal grammar. esp with words if i don't hear often or at all i just make shit up on how its pronounced. (not a deliberate choice) idk if thats dyslexia or some other??? thing i have??? i'd see a doc about but i don't got insurance

[headedstraightforfrankcastle]

Anakin Boyfriend headcanons SFW

SO lately I’ve been obsessing more and more over Star Wars - mostly over Kylo, Poe and our boy Anakin. I’ve been thinking about some things lately and now you have to think about them to :)

!: no gender specified, Revenge of the Sith!Anakin (but no downfall lol just cute vibes here)

A/N: not proof readed, please let me know if you notice any typo! sorry about it <3

-

we can all know he basically he’s a gentleman 

his love language is small acts of service.

you would help him get ready for his missions, he would help you get ready for yours

he would make sure you have everything packed with you, and if you’re a particularly forgetful person he would place all your thing on your bed so you don’t forget anything

if you don’t understand how soomething works he’s ready to explain it to you again an again, if you lose something he’d help you find it, if you’re feeling down he won’t leave your side unless he absolutely has to.

he would kneel in the middle of a corridor just because your boot is untied

your official styler

he would bring you small gifts from his missions 

everytime he sees you treasure them like jems on your shelves he smiles like a proud baby

constantly sitting on top of him

like - this man is the only chair existing for you

he would love to balance you on his leg, with your back against his chest and his hands slowly caressing your wast

whenever you two are alone he gently pushes you against the first wall he finds only to kiss you so slowly and kindly it hurts

he holds your hands in his when you’re cold! 

I told you to bring your gloves, baby, why don’t you ever listen to me?

little did he know, it was your plan all along

if you can walk side by side keep one harm aroud you waist or shoulders so you have all the space you need to hug his side 

one of your favourite things in the whole galaxy is seeing him try to hide a smile when you stroll like that

if you two are separated but still in sight, he would keep an eye on you 24/7 to make sure you’re okay and no one is bothering you

when your eyes meet his, you swear you can see them shine

this king would bring you breakfast in bed

most of the times he just asks C3P0 to do it, but when he’s in a good mood he tries to cook your favourite dishes

i’m not sure he’s good at cooking but he tries with all his heart, and you both finish your food with the promise of you teaching him your secrets in the kitchen

constantly makes sure you stay well fed and hydrated

training sessions with him! (propably would write something about it, stay tuned)

everytime he passes next to you he leaves a small kiss on your forhead, or a soft stroke on whichever part of your body he finds first

you have to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last one he sees before he fells asleep

would tell you you are beautiful even when you’re at you worst (you’re always an angel to him) and mostly when you feel like everything but something remotedly good

kisses your tears away and keeps you close to his heart when you’re crying

literally there for you wheneve you need him

the. way. he. looks. at. you. you are the only person for him, he is the only person for you - and the galaxy must know it, because it stops when you linger a bit too much in the glance of the other

when you’re in a dangerous situation he keeps one step in front of you 

he knows you are fully capable of protecting yourself, and you’re damn good at it, but it keeps him calm to think he has at least this under his control, so you let him 

also it allows you to watch his back, so it’s a win win

little spoon (I will not elaborate)

Thank you for reading, let me know what your thoughts are on bf!Anakin and if we share something!

[jakeyuni]

⌗ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 - 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

meet - cute: (in a film or television show) an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

pairings: strangers —> lovers!en- x gn!reader | genre: fluff | cw: use of profanity & lmk if they’re any others (?) | wc: 2.2k + |playlist: 21 — gracie abrams (on repeat)

this isn’t proof read that well btw !! sorry if they’re any typos :(.

໒ ✿ HEESEUNG: ꒱

— the school meet cute ;

˖𓂃 bumping into each other on the way to class .

you and heeseung were both going to class and were coincidentally both late. or maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence. because the next thing you knew, you were bumping into each other; backpacks falling onto the floor as heeseung gets up first and looks at you on the floor with a look of worry and hurriedness on his face.

he offers you his hand and you gladly take yours into his as he pulls you up. “shoot i’m sorry, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good. thank you. i’m y/n by the way,” you reply while dusting yourself off.

“i’m heeseung.” heeseung takes a second to take in your features and gulps at the sight of you. oh, they’re really cute, he thinks.

your voice snaps him out of his trance as you say: “uhm so i gotta go i’m late for my literature class and it’s the first day.”

“oh you’re in mr.kim’s first-period literature class too?” heeseung asks.

“yeah i am! kinda funny huh?” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“sure is. i mean…since we’re both already late, mind walking to class together?” heeseung asks while rubbing his nape.

“i don’t see why not!” you cheekily grin at heeseung as you walk with him, shoulder to shoulder.

you stroll into class with several pairs of eyes scanning the both of you but you don’t mind as you sit beside each other and turn to the other before giggling. heeseung and you share a few glances before you start catching up on notes.

໒ ✿ JAY: ꒱

— the café meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 ordering the same thing at a café .

you were at the front of the store, ordering your usual drink and food. you were about to pay, when you suddenly hear a voice from beside you.

you were at the front of the store, ordering your usual drink and food. you were about to pay, when you suddenly hear a voice from beside you.

“hey, we have the same exact order. isn’t that a once in a lifetime experience?” the man says chuckling a bit, his credit card in hand as he gives it to the cashier.

“what’re you doing?” you ask confused.

“paying for the both of us. make that two.” he says, referencing to the number of orders. the cashier takes the man’s credit card and pays for your food and drinks.

“uhm, who are you?…and why’d you just pay for me?” you question the stranger.

“oh yeah, sorry. should’ve introduced myself. i’m jay. jay park. and i know this seems weird but when i heard you in front of me — ordering the same exact thing i would, i had the sudden urge to pay for you too. i don’t know. it seems silly but i felt like it’d be wrong to not to do so?” he meekly smiles at you.

you laugh a bit and tuck your hands into the pockets of your sweats. “i see. i mean honestly, i’m not complaining. that was a really sweet thing of you to do, jay. i’m y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.” jay greets. your orders are called out to be taken and you go up to retrieve the both of them.

“wanna eat together? think it’d be odd if you pay for our things and we don’t get to know each other, right?” you ask.

“of course, i’d love that.” jay responds while grabbing his order from your hands. he points to a small table at the back of the café, “how about we sit over there?”

໒ ✿ JAKE: ꒱

— the park meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 having their pet approach you in a park .

you were seated by your favorite tree in the park. this was your favorite time of the weekend: a book in hand, the breeze flowing in your hair, the beautiful scenery of flowers and trees in front of you, all while you sip on your favorite coffee/tea to keep you warm amidst the chilly weather.

it was so peaceful. that was until a big blonde fluffy dog, with one of the happiest smiles you’d ever seen, came running up to you. dropping a ball that was previously in his mouth, in front of your lap.

you stare at the dog in awe and begin petting its fur. cooing at how friendly it is. not noticing when the dog’s owner comes running up to you.

“layla, there you are! oh my gosh you scared me. i thought i’d lost you!” you look up at the boy and give him a reassuring smile.

“i’m guessing she’s yours?” you ask, still petting layla as she nuzzles into your hand further.

“she sure is. and she seems to really like you.” the boy bends down to your level and begins petting layla along with you. “i’m jake.”

“y/n.” you say. making eye contact with the boy. “layla is so adorable.”

jake can’t stop himself from staring at you as you admirably continue playing with his border collie.

“so are you.” jake doesn’t know where those words came from, but he’s glad he said them. because the smile you gave him in response, followed by your number, would lead to his happiest self ever.

໒ ✿ SUNGHOON: ꒱

— the airplane meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being seated next to the other on an airplane .

you had been eyeing a certain cute boy ever since you arrived at the airport. and when you saw that he was at the same terminal as you, you figured there’d be a good chance that you would end up on the same flight.

and it’s like the universe was listening to you: because the moment you were seated, a sigh of relief leaving you as you could finally take a breath, it was as if though your lungs collapsed the moment the same boy from earlier — sat down beside you.

you knew you would be sitting next to a stranger. but what were the odds of that stranger being the very boy you were eyeing earlier?

“hey.” the boy speaks, turning slightly to look at you.

“hey..” you greet back. flustered beyond belief but managing to keep your composure.

“i’m sunghoon. just thought i’d let you know .. giving we’re going to be seated next to each other for half a day.” he smiles at you brightly.

“ah nice to meet you, sunghoon. i’m y/n.” you turn more towards him and shift closer. he does the same — to your surprise. and this gives you the leisure to say what you wanted, especially since you never knew if you’d see sunghoon again after the flight.

“by the way…you’re really cute, sunghoon.” you curtly say. eyes finding interest in his hands on his lap, avoiding his own.

“oh, so that explains the staring.” he chuckles.

“you saw me staring?“ you blurt out.

“only because i was staring at you when you weren’t staring at me. or when you were staring at me, you didn’t see me looking at you back.” he says, shrugging.

your lips curve into a line at the thought of sunghoon finding you cute too. “guess that means we have a lot to find out about each other, don’t we?”

໒ ✿ SUNOO: ꒱

— the school meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being caught when tripping .

you were walking hurrying out of class, eager to get to your locker before the swarm of underclassman practically running to get to the lunch line blocked you from doing so - when you trip.

shit, you think to yourself — as you stumble backwards before a pair of hands from behind you steadies you from falling further.

you stiffen up at the sudden touch and proximity with the stranger. your instincts causing you to turn around quickly. but fate was obviously not on your side today; because turning around only caused you to collide your head into the chest of the boy.

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry. i’m kind of a mess today.” you speak out as you take a step backwards. a sigh escaping your lips at your flustered state.

you look up to see that the stranger, is actually your crush. kim sunoo. who had left the same class as you, and was luckily, in your case, trudging right behind you to his locker - that was a couple lockers down from yours. that was, until you almost fell and he was just in the right place and time to save you.

“oh no! i’m just glad you’re okay, didn’t want you actually falling… or anything.” sunoo laughs out.

sunoo seems a bit uneasy as if he has something on his mind. you’re not aware that he’s actually contemplating taking this rare moment of interaction to subtly tell you he likes you.

deciding that it was now or never, sunoo goes for it. meanwhile you begin to awkwardly fiddle with your fingers and blush.

but, you begin blushing even more when sunoo suddenly reaches out to hold your hand — which you think is just a polite attempt to make you feel less embarrassed; either way, it works: but in more ways than one. because it’s almost as if you’re a natural at holding his hand.

“let’s walk to our lockers together?” sunoo cheekily asks. (but let’s be honest, he wasn’t really asking. was he?)

໒ ✿ JUNGWON: ꒱

— the library meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 grabbing for the same book .

you were delicately running your fingers over the several books from the harry potter series when the goblet of fire edition caught your eye. you’d been searching to borrow this book for months but whenever you went to look for it, it was always gone. today was your lucky day, however.

or so you thought.

just as you were about to pull the book out of the shelve, a boy — who previously was not in your line of sight, went in to grab the book along with you. he was so close to you. and as you looked over to examine his movements more closely, you couldn’t help but notice his cat like eyes and perfectly parted hair. oh and those broad shoulders of his.

“uhm this is kinda awkward.” the boy retracts his hand and stands by you. “you can have it if you want.” he motions towards your fingers grasping onto the book with his head.

you’re brought out of your trance by his words and pull the book completely out of the shelf. looking down to contemplate if you really want to just end your interaction with the boy, or possibly get to know him a bit more while you have the chance.

“no it’s okay! maybe…we could check it out and read it together?” you nervously bite your lip at your suggestion. i barely know him! i cant believe i just asked him that.

“that sounds like a great idea!” the boy says. your cheeks puff and a smile grows on your face at his response.

“i’m jungwon. you?”

“y/n.”

“nice to meet a fellow potter head, y/n.” jungwon smirks as he swiftly snatches the book out of your hold and shoves one of his hands into his slacks, reading over the cover of the book while walking to the check out lane.

they’re cute, he thinks.

໒ ✿ RIKI: ꒱

— the school meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being paired up together for a project .

riki nishimura, also known as your crush in science class who sat beside you, was breathtakingly beautiful. it’s a shame that you wouldn’t be able to admiringly stare at his gorgeous side profile like you had been for the past 4 months; it was a new semester, meaning new seats. you wouldn’t be seated next to riki anymore.

but you wouldn’t switch seats before you completed your final project together. it was a chemical lab, meaning you had to talk to riki more than normal to cooperate. and you couldn’t have been more thankful for whatever wished this upon you.

as you and riki are received the paper with your objective for the lab written on it, you look at each other immediately. he scoots closer to you and you turn to gauge your positions better.

“this doesn’t…look too hard, right y/n?” riki asks.

“you’re right. doesn’t seem too bad. we can definitely do this well.” you pop a quick side smile and look up to see riki’s eyes glancing at your face, not seeking to tear apart from you any time soon.

your moment ends by the cue of the bell. luckily, before you are forced to say your goodbyes to riki, he stops in front of you.

“how about you come over to my place later today so we can get started on this project.” there’s a slight pause as riki takes a step forward. “and maybe even go out for ice cream after? if that’s okay with you?”

you close the distance between the two of you. “i like the sound of that, nishimura.” you sleekly respond. not before purposely fluttering your hands over his before you leave with a wide grin.

glancing back as you see riki still staring at you, smiling just as bright at you; with the same amount of butterflies, too.

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