#sorry i know this is late but i was busy with schoolwork

[wttcsms]

i wanna brag about it (i wanna tie the knot) ; choso.

pairing choso x f!reader word count 2.6k synopsis overworked, stressed, and in need of relief, choso comes home to the sight of you looking all pretty and sweet. it's been a long time coming, and tonight is the night where choso finally gives in to his deepest desire: fucking a baby into you. content contains babysitter!au (babysitter!reader), ceo!choso, half-brothers!choso & yuuji, toddler!yuuji, implied age gap, breeding kink, obsessive + possessive!choso, housewife kink, misogynistic ideals, wet n messy, size kink, belly bulge, bro is literally so in love with you and dreams abt starting a family with you

Choso could use a drink right about now.

He’s rummaging through his fridge, more than happy to grab one of the many bottles in the back (he doesn’t want Yuuji accidentally grabbing one by accident — not that it would happen, thanks to your supervision), but he startles away from the fridge when a voice fills the silence of the kitchen.

“Late night?” You tease, giving him that sweet smile of yours that has the stresses from today lifting from his body, easing the weight on his otherwise tense shoulders. 

Fuck. 

Proof that today was a major shitshow is evident in the fact that Choso has forgotten all about you. Staring at your body clad in nothing more than one of those skimpy cropped-cami-and-boyshorts matching sets you always favor, he finds it hard to believe that he could ever forget about you. The refrigerator light bathes you, envelopes you, casts a warm glow on your soft skin and makes it look like you’re an angel radiating some bright aura. A subtle glance at your entire body allows him a glimpse of two, tiny peaks poking through the thin material of your top. You like keeping the house cold. He swallows hard, finding the willpower to focus on your face.

Not like staring at your face is enough to stop his cock from twitching in his work trousers. In fact, he probably gets even harder looking at you, especially when he can tell you’ve probably just finished your very sacred and meticulous nighttime skincare routine, your face glowing. Seeing you all clean and fresh, savoring the domesticity of you washing your face in the same bathroom he brushes his teeth in, salivating over the way you look standing in his kitchen (it could be yours, too, if you would let him give you everything he wants to) wearing nothing but your pajamas — it all makes his hindbrain want to take over. He’s spent the last fourteen hours stuffed in a boardroom or his office, and your simple existence is enough to soothe his soul and send him spiraling, all at the same time.

Choso could really, really use a drink right about now.

“Sorry, I meant to call to tell you—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile at him goodnaturedly, like you’re not still in college with much better things to do on a Friday night than wait for him to come home. 

He should be thankful that you’re so sweet to him, but just the idea that you did have plans tonight makes a hot coil of jealousy tighten in his stomach. 

Choso knows that he shouldn’t be feeling this way; he shouldn’t even notice you as much as he does. It starts out with the little things, first, like making sure his assistant gets your favorite snacks restocked during his usual weekly grocery delivery. He asks you about your schoolwork, and then finds himself filing away people he knows in your major’s industry. It’s good to have connections, he tells you, giving you the number to a good business acquaintance of his who’s looking for an intern in the near future. And of course, he’s hyper aware of the fact that you are a very beautiful girl. Unfairly so, with the curve of your lips and the slope of your nose; every time he sees you, he plays a game with himself. Tries to notice something new about you, a beauty mark, a new haircut. If he had the time, he’d probably try to get an exact count of your eyelashes. 

And now, he’s noticing too much of you. The way the fabric of your tiny matching set seems to accentuate every aspect of your body. How he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion. The way you’re staring at him, so innocently, completely unaware of the lewd thoughts that run rampant in his mind every time you have him cornered like this. 

Some nights, it’s almost too much to bear. 

It’s been a tough day, though. Week. Month. Endless meetings, negotiations that never result in any firm solutions, just more addendums to contracts. He hasn’t seen much of anything besides his office and the boardroom; what’s the point of having an office with a skyline view if he’s too busy staring at spreadsheets and emails to even enjoy it? 

Tonight, Choso realizes, is the night where he snaps. 

He says your name in such a low register, you almost don’t pick up on it. You’re in the middle of telling him a cute story about what Yuuji did during recess with his pre-k class, but you pause.

Maybe it’s all in your head, but it feels like something in the air has shifted. The way your tummy’s butterflies seem to be in overdrive is only proof of this. 

You’re used to the perpetual tension between you and Choso. Filthy rich, successful, always in a nice, tailored suit — looking purely on the outside, who wouldn’t want to get fucked by him? The more time you spend with him, the more time you fill the role of mother over just babysitter for little Yuuji, which gives way to deeper observation of Choso. He works incredibly long hours, but still has time to stay updated on all of Yuuji’s comings and goings, accomplishments and awards. He doesn’t have to; it’s not like he’s obligated. After all, Yuuji is his half-brother, a byproduct of his father’s mistress. He didn’t have to take him in, love him with his entire being, but he does, and this makes you fall for him only more. 

Then, there’s the fact of how he makes you feel. Every time his hands will brush gently against yours, innocently and so quickly, you swear you’re being electrified. The way he says your name, the way he tells you anything, in that low voice of his is enough to get you squeezing your thighs together. But most of all, it’s the way he looks at you. At first, you thought it was because of your crush, but the longer you work for him, the more you realize that Choso will occasionally stare at you when he thinks you won’t notice. 

But how could you not? How could you not detect the feel of his dark eyes scanning your figure, taking in your features? How could you not detect the way his eyes will darken over in lust when he watches you lick sweet cream off your fingers from an explosive can of whipped cream? How could you not catch the barest trace of a smile as he watches you interact with Yuuji at a park, willing to get your hands dirty to appease the toddler while Choso watches over the two of you from his seat on the bench? 

How could you not fall deeper and deeper into his spell when the threads of lust continue to spool, tightening over your body, practically choking you with desire. 

You don’t even realize how big Choso is until he’s standing so close to you, towering over you. So much bigger than you to the point where if you look straight ahead, all you can see is the rise and fall of his chest through his white button down (the one you ironed for him this morning). 

His hands curl into fists, like he’s restraining himself. “Tell me now,” he breathes out, words coming out tight, like speaking to you civilly is proving to be a strenuous task for him. “Tell me that I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. That I can’t.”

Is he joking, or are you dreaming? You’re hyper aware of your breathing now, of the way you reflexively lick your lips, of the way your nipples are pressed taut against the thin, cotton fabric of your cami. You’re also way too aware of him, with the lustful expression in his eyes that give way to something more, as if this request of his means something more. Most men his age and in his powerful position have a wife or a girlfriend by now. As long as you’ve known him, Choso hasn’t been with anybody. 

The stress, the agitation, that annoying, persistent feeling of constantly being pent up — all of it has been building up inside of him. Whoever is going to be on the receiving end of it will be lucky if they’re able to walk the morning after.

“But you can.” You say softly, almost scared that this is some elaborate trick, a means to see if his brother’s babysitter is to be trusted. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

There’s something animalistic in the way he takes you. When he kisses you, it’s hungry. Open-mouthed. Sloppy. It would be invasive if you weren’t so eager to let him, to allow his tongue to hit the roof of your mouth, to swap saliva in the messiest manner possible.

But there’s something gentle there, too. The way his hands cup your face, or travel to rest on your waist. He’s sweet, taking his time to help you slip out of your pajamas, and sweeter still — he lets out an appreciative hum as he takes in the sight of you bare, naked in the kitchen. Fuck a drink, Choso thinks as he takes in your nude body. You’re the only stress relief he needs. 

He whispers the nastiest things to you as he gets you to sit on the kitchen island. He asks you to please spread your legs so he can see that pretty pussy of yours, and when you comply, he takes in a sharp breath before running a single, cold finger against your wet folds. He makes a crude, appreciative comment, asking you are you really this wet, baby? All of this because of me? For me? 

You can’t answer him, of course. Talking is hard when he’s using two fingers to fuck you open, get you ready to take his cock. He’s knuckles deep, and when he curls his fingers right there, the only thing you’re capable of saying is a squeal of his name. Your juices are pooling into a puddle on the counter, the same counter where you served him breakfast so many hours ago. 

He loves watching you. Choso could watch you every second for the rest of his life and still never get his fill of you. He only catches you during particularly chaste moments, moments where you’re humming in the kitchen or playing with Yuuji. He loves those scenes; it feeds the archaic, masculine ego inside of him that tells him he needs to make life easier for you. That you shouldn’t have to worry about school or work, about money or other frivolous things he has an abundance of. He wants to take care of you. 

Seeing the way you lose control of yourself from the work of his own hand has him getting unbearably hard in his work slacks. He loves watching you, and he knows he’s going to love watching you get all depraved and drunk on his cock. 

When Choso first tries to ease just the tip in, you have to curl your fingers over the edge of the counter, trying to steel yourself. With how wet and willing you are, it should be an easy enough task, but it’s made difficult by the fact that he’s just too thick. 

Tip red and angry, leaking with pre, wide — just the sight of Choso’s cock is enough to get you even wetter, more pliant for him, but even the first stretch still has you hissing. 

“S’okay, baby.” He groans, one hand on your waist, trying to steady you, keep you still so he can keep on pushing himself deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.” 

You certainly don’t feel like you’re doing much of anything. It’s hard, when you can’t stop your walls from clamping down on his cock, making it harder for him to move or even think. When he fully enters you, your mind is already too dizzy with pleasure to think straight. You think he says something, but you’re not sure what, and you try to focus on his words, you really do, but then he starts thrusting, and you think it’s powerful enough to tilt the axis of the earth. 

Oh, so this is what sex is supposed to feel like. He redefines everything you thought you knew about it. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the way the slickness and heat of your pussy seems to keep motivating him to go harder, the way if you look down, you can spot a tiny bulge every time he hits as deep as he can go — all of this combined marks the height of pleasure for you.

“You’re so perfect.” He grunts out, relishing in the way you tighten up at his words. Your eyes are a bit glazed, almost like you’re struggling to focus on what’s in front of you. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, there’s pride settling inside his gut as he realizes that he’s the one fucking all the sense out of you. “Let’s do this every night, baby. Do you like the sound of that? Of being my stress relief?” 

He knows that you’re too far gone, too deep in the haze of pleasure, to process his words, to answer him. 

“I wanna fuck you forever, baby. Make you my pretty, little wife and have you waitin’ at home for me. How does that sound?”

He assumes when your pussy tightens up that that’s a yes. 

His hand finds your own, and he interlinks your fingers together. He might be fucking you all messy on the kitchen counter, but he still holds an overwhelming amount of affection for you. Of course he would want to hold your hand. 

He traces your ring finger, feels the familiar sensation of his release building up. So close, he thinks to himself. He’s so close to getting everything he wants.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right. In. Your. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word is emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, and this — him saying that — is what your sex-addled mind registers. You’re vaguely aware that this could be a bad idea, but you’re too addicted to chasing after your high that you don’t put a stop to it. “Gonna give you a baby.”

“Please.” You moan out, the word coming out ragged and strained. Speaking is difficult, so so difficult. He’s happy to hear your beautiful voice, nonetheless.

“Atta girl. I knew you would understand.” 

As if confirming to him that the two of you are meant to be, you both cum at the same time. You feel weightless and drowsy, too out of it to even process how sloppy and wet the mess in between your legs is right now. If Choso pulls out, his cum and your juices would make the counter even more slippery. 

But Choso doesn’t pull out. His cock stays nestled in your wet heat, and he admires your fucked out form. You look a bit different from the fresh and clean girl who greeted him when he came home, but that’s okay. He loves you for you, every iteration you have to offer. He’ll carry you to the bedroom, where he can fuck you nicely, sweetly. Maybe he’ll try his hardest to not go too hard when he has you in a mating press. And after getting his fill of you, after the stresses of work disappear from his mind completely, then he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you all nice and clean. 

He’ll even be a gentleman, showcase what a great husband he’ll be, by letting you sleep in while he cooks the family breakfast.

[kairiscorner]

happy birthday — miles 42 x reader (birthday special)

↳ summary: miles has been really busy a lot lately, training hard under his uncle to better his tactics at fighting and balancing school and chores on top of everything, he just kind of forgets today was even special. but luckily, you don't forget your boyfriend's birthday that easily. ↳ word count: 1,916

↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333

"got any idea what's up today, miles?" you asked miles with a big grin on your face as you caught miles in the halls before class began. he raised an eyebrow up at you as he glanced up at you after collecting all his books and everything else he needed for his first class of today before heading off. "um... no. is it movie night tonight? because sorry, i... i can't make it tonight, cielo." he muttered as he looked at you with eyes filled with hints of sadness and shame at not being able to hang out with you, despite really wanting to. his responsibilities as being the prowler, a student, and a son have got him really occupied lately. he can't really quit either of these full-time jobs he's got going on right now, and you couldn't blame him. you wished he went easier on himself, though, and took more breaks, took it a little easier on himself, maybe would blow off some steam from time to time and tell you at least how he feels so it doesn't bottle up inside him over time.

you held his hand and shook your head. "nah, silly, it's something more important!" you exclaimed with a grin. miles tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow as he looked at you with a look of confusion. "um... hmm, is it a study night? i know it's not our anniversary yet, it's not your birthday, uh..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head, frustrated with himself because nothing came up in his mind. he didn't think there was anything worth such importance today, though if he was being honest, he wasn't sure what date it was today; he just got by the month by remembering what tests were when, if tonight had prowler activities, or if tonight was going to be laundry night with his mom. he was honestly drawing a blank here, he needed you to give him more obvious clues to help him find out what exactly was so important about today.

you sighed as you let go of his hand and folded your arms in front of your chest. miles' eyes widened as he felt you let go of his hand, he reached out for your hand again as he stepped forward towards you. "cielo, wait! please, i... i'm sorry." he apologized first as he stepped back and took in a breath. "can you just, um, tell me what's up today? i'm sorry, i've just been so swamped recently, and i know that's not the best excuse, but i'm not--" he went on and on, but was interrupted by the first bell. "ay, gotta go, cielo, we can talk about this later!" miles said as he scrambled for his stuff and ran off.

you waited for miles outside of his classroom once your class ended, though he had to stay behind and ask the teachers a couple of questions and clarifications over his homework since he was having a lot of backlog due to his duties as the prowler. miles caught a glimpse of you outside, though before he could call out to you or walk over to you, the next bell rang, and you had to attend to your next class. miles couldn't focus properly, he was overthinking about whether or not he upset you, or if you were already disappointed with him forgetting what day it was today. he wasn't able to check his phone or ask for the date today since he was busy catching up with schoolwork. eventually, miles caught you at lunch, but... you were with ganke. you were huddled over with him at his table, the two of you smiling and chuckling at each other as you showed him stuff on your phone.

miles trusted ganke, and ganke expressed how he didn't have any interest in butting in between you two, but the mere sight of you with ganke–all smiles with him and laughing together, after he hadn't been able to spend much time with you recently due to his responsibilities and all–it hurt him deeply, thinking he failed you and were seeking comfort with ganke. miles walked away, hurt and sad, but angry towards himself for the most part. he ate lunch alone, just like he did before befriending ganke and meeting you, but he felt like he deserved it for pushing you aside, even if he didn't mean to and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.

as miles headed home after school, not seeing you in the halls or at the school yard as he scanned his surroundings for you, he felt super dejected and disappointed in himself. he wanted to stop thinking about his responsibilities for once and just put all his time, effort, and focus on you and only you–but he knew that would be a mere twinkle in his eye, a dream that will only remain as that, a dream. but as he entered the front door of his home, he was greeted to the voices of all the important people he had in his life, with yours ringing distinctly in his ears.

"happy birthday, miles!"

miles stiffened as he heard those two words with his name following the greeting not long after. he blinked for a few times and looked around–his mom and uncle aaron were there, so were ganke and... you. wait, could this be the super important thing you hinted about today? oh, man, did he feel like an idiot–he never thought of his own birthday as something of importance, but you... you kept thinking about him, all day. miles was speechless as you approached him, all smiles, and pecked his cheek. "happiest birthday to you, miles." you said as you pulled away and presented to him the gift you had for him. miles looked at you with a puzzled look. "cielo... for-for me?" he asked you as you chuckled and nodded. "for who else, dummy?" you asked him as miles slowly took the gift and stammered. "i... but, cielo, i don't deserve this. i've missed out on countless dates and meet-ups with you, i keep pushing you aside even though i don't wanna, i--" miles rambled on and on, beating himself up for feeling inadequate at making you happy due to his repeated absences.

before he could continue, you hugged him tightly. "and it's okay, babe. you're good. you try, and even if it doesn't work out, it's the thought that counts. i'm already happy you think of me all the time and want to spend time with me, even if you can't. i love you, miles." you tell him in a gentle voice as miles hugs you back, bringing you closer to him as he kisses your cheek. "i really love you, too, mi cielo..." he mutters as you pull away from him and lead him to the couch for him to open his gift from you.

you handed him a thick box, it was wrapped in purple wrapping paper with green accents, with a green and black ribbon to tie it up. you encouraged miles to open it as ganke filmed it, with his uncle aaron and his mom watching intently. miles was gentle in unwrapping the gift, he didn't rip it open, he wanted to feel the suspense of opening the gift you got him. soon, when he saw what was inside, he gasped loudly as his eyes went wide. he kept repeating 'wait, no...' in a breathless, excited way as he realized you bought him the sneakers he had been wanting for the longest time. he could never ask his mom to buy it for him, and he was saving up to buy them himself, but to get them from you... oh, he felt like he had ascended.

"mi cielo, no freaking way...!" he exclaimed in an overjoyed manner with slight chuckles in his voice as his smile widened as the fact you gifted him the very sneakers he had wanted for a long time sunk in and made him momentarily forget the sadness he was feeling just earlier. his uncle teased you as he wished you didn't gift him those sneakers, he'd have a new obsession for a little while and keep his eyes out for him. "that boy's gonna be wary about me, asking me if i touched them. he's gonna be real overprotective of those, especially since they came from you." his uncle aaron quipped as miles told him that wasn't true. just a little true.

miles kept thanking you and kissed you on the cheek, and as ganke was filming, he encouraged you two to share a kiss. "c'mon, you dorks! for the camera! kiss! kiss! kiss!" he chanted, with uncle aaron chanting along with him. his mother chided the two, saying you two weren't going to be doing anything of the sort in front of them, but you decided you didn't care anymore and pulled miles in for a gentle kiss. miles' eyes widened even more as you kissed him, and though his mother cried out in surprise, with his uncle clapping and chuckling as ganke cheered for you two, he found himself not wanting to pull away and kissed you back.

miles pulled away and gazed at you, a smirk growing on his face as he kissed your cheek. "oh, how did i get so lucky? how could i have you, mi cielo? you know, i'll stop being too serious, you're the only lucky break i have from all the chaos in my life. i promise you, though, i'll make up for all the time that should've been just ours together. i swear, i'll make this place safer for you, i promise." he said as he interlocked his hand with yours, clutching the shoe box in his other hand. he kissed your lips and pulled away, causing you to giggle and get flustered. "i'll hold you to that, miles. but please... don't hesitate to come to me, talk to me, or do anything with me. i love you, babe, i don't mind if you miss a few dates or meet-ups, just be safe out there..." you whispered to him with a smile.

his mother retreated to grab a glass of wine as his uncle called out to her to save him a glass, with ganke chuckling as he saved the footage and teased you two lovebirds. "this... has got to be the best birthday ever." miles gushed as he ran a hand through your hair. you chuckled as you fidgeted with the end of his left braid in your hand. "even with your uncle and mom watching us kiss, with ganke filming all of it, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked as you leaned closer to kiss him again and pulling away. miles smiled sweetly at you as he answered, "really." he kissed you again, with you reciprocating his kiss. that truly was going to be a birthday he'll remember, and he's gonna make sure he keeps his promises to you and work hard to earn your love and pay you back for the gift you gave him. though if you were to ask him, the only gift he really wanted was just to... hold you close, hear your voice, and just be with you on his birthday and for all the birthdays there were to come in the future with you, his sweetheart.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day in the Life with Yandere Student Council | Part 2

Last Part

“Ah, just the three I wanted to see.”

“G-g-g-g-good a-a-afternoon (Y/n).”

You give him a small wave

The malicious intent is teeming off the couple as they glare at Lucoa

Who continues to smile entirely unbothered

“What do you need all three of us for? Mister. President.” 

“You both have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“We have already completed all of our schoolwork and the student council work we have yet to complete is not urgent.”

Lucoa’s piercing glints in the sunlight

“Not anymore. Respectfully this is the new work assigned to you both. Min Su.”

Struggling with one pile after another the treasurer pulls them out

until there are four fairly tall piles on the table

As if the sheer size wasn’t enough Min drops a nameplate on all the piles, politely smiling from behind them when he finishes

“I trust this will at least be finished before morning tomorrow.”

June’s face blanks  before a smile once again spreads on his face

“Gill, we’ll take two trips. Sorry (Y/n), we'll have to rain-check on our date.”

June waits for Gill grab two of the piles one with each of their names before walking out

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye…”

When the door closes your attention is turned to Min and Lucoa who are each sporting smiles

“(Y/n) d-d-do you want to help me recount our savings for this month? O-o-or would you like to help me alphabetize our receipts?”

Before you can say anything Lucoa intercedes wrapping arm around your back

“Sorry Min I have a very important task for our honorary member.”

“...oh…”

“But I think it’ll be a good idea for (Y/n) to leave their bags with you.”

“Hah~Really?!”

“Yes, really.”

Min gives you a hug slipping off your pack to cradle it into his chest

“I’ll protect your things with my life!”

Redder than a tomato he runs off with your backpack

And you can only hope he doesn’t trip knowing him

“Well (Y/n) will you join me?”

You don’t have much of a choice as Lucoa already confirms you’re attendance and assignments for class are waived

Following him to his private office you admire the expensive decor and the pristine waterfall against the wall

Its a sight to behold

“So uh Lucoa what’s this super important task?”

“Just a survey. I think it’s important to know the preferences of all my members.”

“...’If you were relocated to a higher living space would you or would you not be satisfied with your life?’...”

“So?”

“Uhm not that this has anything to do with the survey but I like where I am now. I prefer a cozy and convenient place where I can keep learning at school.”

Lucoa smile never fades as he tilts his head at you

“You’re right it doesn’t have anything to do with the survey.”

“I’m not refusing to finish it. It’s just something I wanted to say.”

You wait for some kind of reaction but he leans in his chair and twirls away

“Well I’m glad you told me, (Y/n)."

He stops spinning to stare you down again

“I need that survey tomorrow.”

“Okay!”

You gather the papers prepared to leave

“You don’t have your back pack or any of your belongings.”

“I-i know but it’s getting late I have to get back before curfew.”

“Don’t worry I’ll have my driver drop you off. Besides I was wondering if you wanted to try a strawberry? I just had them imported after a business proposition.”

“Uh sure I guess.”

“Great.”

Everyday’s a new adventure with these guys

But it’s a school day after all 

a specialized college such as this is sure to have it’s eccentrics

To be bad your trapped with them

Not even the weekends will keep you out of their grasp

[yusume-the-writer]

Then please may I request Rayne x reader where she fainted cause of being sick and overwork but didn’t say anything and kept going?

Know when to rest and work!!

Request made by Anon, hope you like it

I'm sorry for the delay

Warning: Quote about not eating and sleeping properly (children don't do that)

Genre: Comfort and Fluff

 Rayne Ames x Gender Neutral Reader

 Summary: (Name) was busy with work and other activities that took a toll on his health, so it wasn't a surprise that they passed out, but don't worry your amazing boyfriend Rayne is to the rescue!!!!

'How did you get to this state?' (Name) think to herself while looking at her reflection in the mirror

 The reflection showed a person with disheveled (h/c) hair and large dark circles under their eyes.

 'It looks like you didn't even sleep last night...' (Name) thinks while still staring at her reflection until she realizes something, 'Wait... I didn't really sleep last night' (Name) lowers her head and faces the sink, as if something much better than her current appearance, which really was

 How long has it been since (Name) had a proper sleep and meal? A week or two, maybe it was more, but (Name)'s pride was greater to take that on

 The main reason that (Name) was not getting adequate sleep and meals was that they were extremely busy with schoolwork and activities

 'Just put water on your face and everything will be fine' (Name) thinks while turning on the tap in the sink and takes a handful and throws it on his face

 And of course (Name) could talk about it to his beloved Rayne, but... they didn't want to burden him with things they could do themselves.

 Rayne was a man busy with his role as Divine Visionary and all that.

'And just one more day, and then you'll finally get your beauty sleep! You can do it (Name)!' They think as they leave their room ready for another day of school, and go to the library to continue researching the work the teacher asked for.

 After all, today was an important day, a work on certain types of magic and how they could be related to a specific God, just put the finishing touches on it and it will be incredible.

 "(Name)?" A male voice interrupts (Name)'s thoughts

 When they realized that the voice was in front of them, (Name) faced the owner of the voice

 Clear eyes stare at (e/c)

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Ah, Ray! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria?" (Name) says while still looking into her boyfriend's beautiful eyes

 Rayne then stares at (Name) as if they had offended the rabbits "I was going there but why aren't you in the cafeteria" He continues as he crosses his arms and stares at (Name)

 "Ah! I-and I was going to the library to look for a book, then I was going to the cafeteria" (Name) says, it's true that they were going to the library looking for a specific book, but they wouldn't leave the library until were the classes

 "You'd better go to the cafeteria and then the library" Rayne says while still staring at (Name), he looked like a father who just found his son returning from a party he told him not to go to

"Ah... I'm kind of scared of forgetting to get the book, so I thought I'd go to the library first" (Name) says. They didn't want to stop talking to Rayne, but they didn't want to worry him

"I'm really sorry, Rayne, but I really need to get this book before it's too late" (Name) continues while staring at Rayne with her best puppy dog eyes

 "I'm going with you, so let's go to the cafeteria together" Rayne says as she turns towards the library path holding out her hand for (Name) to take

 "Okay~" (Name) says while holding Rayne's hand and the two walk together

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(Name) never thought she'd be grateful that Rayne was so busy

 (Name) managed to get the book and when they and Rayne went to the cafeteria together, they called Rayne for a deal about the magical items

 Rayne looked disappointed, but with (Name)'s insistence, he went to help

 Now (Name) was sitting in the classroom of his first class, as he finished the final preparations for his presentation

 'It has to be perfect!!! Nothing can go wrong!!!' (Name) think as she closes the reference book and sees her colleagues entering

 'I didn't eat breakfast, but that's okay, at lunch I increase my portion' They think when they realize they ate nothing but water and a granola bar yesterday

 The teacher enters the room and goes to her place and starts taking roll.

"As we know, today we still have presentations, and now it's Mr (Name)'s turn to introduce himself." As soon as the teacher finishes explaining, she waves towards (Name) for them to start

 (Name) with the help of her magic pick up the items from her presentation and will start walking to go ahead

 'Now it's all or nothing' (Name) says as they close their eyes and smile

 But the moment they open their eyes... they find themselves faced with a ceiling that wasn't their classroom.

 They were in the infirmary

 "...What?..." (Name) says while trying to process why she's staring at the infirmary ceiling

 "You're finally awake!" Suddenly clear eyes that showed concern stared at (Name), they had already seen these eyes before

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Rayne? What are you doing here?" (Name) says as they start to try to get up, but are stopped by Rayne, who puts her hands on his shoulders and gently pushes him to the bed, which makes them look at him with confusion.

Knowing that (Name) was going to ask, Rayne says, "You should rest as much as you can; you fainted while going to the front to give a work presentation"

 "Ah, that's what happened" (Name) says as he starts to think about the trouble they went through when they fainted in front of their classmates and teacher

 "...Why didn't you tell me you were overwhelmed?" Rayne says out of nowhere with a tone of voice that showed concerns

 And of course he would be worried, he was notified that his beloved had fainted as soon as they separated.

 "I kind of didn't want to worry you about something silly, you're so busy you don't even have time to rest, I thought it would be better for me to take care of it myself" (Name) says as he starts to sit on the bed, Rayne didn't interrupt him this time

 As soon as (Name) sits up completely on the bed and faces Rayne

 Then they touch Rayne's head and start playing with his hair "But I messed up, I'm sorry for worrying you" (Name) says while sending a guilty smile

 Rayne stares at (Name) as they continue to play with their hair

 Then Rayne closes her eyes as they feel the sensation of their fingers brushing her hair

 "It's okay... but next time tell me and take care of your health"

 "OK!"

 "I'll bring you lunch," Rayne says as she gently takes (Name)'s hand away and holds it in hers.

 Suddenly he brings his hand to your lips and kisses your wrist

 "Okay, I'm going" As soon as he breaks the kiss he gets up and heads towards the infirmary door

 Rayne was probably ignoring that it made (Name) a blushing mess that could compete with her little brother's friend's hair color.

 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

 "Here" Rayne hands (Name) a lunch box with rabbit details around it

"You didn't need to make food for me." Even though (Name) denied it, they still took the lunch box and opened his lunch box

 As soon as they picked it up, Rayne took out a similar lunch box

 "The teacher saw your work and said you got full marks" Rayne says as she opens the lid of her lunch box and starts eating.

 "I'm glad my sweat and tears weren't wasted on this work" (Name) says as she takes a piece of her food and puts it in her mouth

After that little conversation, comfortable silence filled around the two of them in the infirmary.

[oneofnanamisgirls]

Toji Fushiguro Pt.3

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synopsis: texting toji after shiu woke you up from the job and toji comes over

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cw: ed/disordered eating mentioned, cursing, and honestly i can’t remember (sorry).

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A/N: heyy, sorry this took so long to post. i’ve been soo busy with schoolwork lately. likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

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your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether or not to call him. would it be weird to call him this late?

you hear your brother shut the door of his bedroom. he would be going to sleep, he is a heavy sleeper.

you click the call button and wait.

"mphello." toji's voice was muffled.

"god, you really need to stop talking with your mouth full." you roll your eyes at him.

"how is it my fault you decide to call me as i am stuffing my face?" his voice was clear this time.

"i was debating if i actually wanted to call you or not."

"yeah and what's so wrong with talking to me?" you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"stop being so defensive." you want to yell at him, but you whisper it out instead.

"you won't wake him up, he sleeps like a damn mummy." you laugh at his joke, knowing its true.

"that's true. what are you eating?" you ask curiously, remembering that you fell asleep before having dinner earlier.

"some leftover takeout from earlier. let me guess what you had, that pasta that you always make? with the orangey sauce." he asks, knowing that the pasta dish is his favorite and he is looking to score some.

"actually i passed out before eating earlier." you tell him as you put the phone on speaker and turn to lay on your side.

"you do that a lot." he mentions.

"i didn't realize you pay that much attention to me." you chuckle.

"aside from shiu, you are the only other person i see often."

"i take it as a compliment." you smirk to yourself.

"it wasn't, you shouldn't do that." he isn't entertaining the idea of it being a compliment.

"i mean that you pay attention to me." you defend.

"yeah i got that, but you have to eat. especially after a night like last night." he tells you. you can hear shuffling around from his end of the phone.

"forgetting to eat because i was asleep is not the end of the world toji. it was an honest mistake." you shift to the other side.

"it's been more than once. you think i don't realize? when shiu and i have late nights into the morning and you ask him to bring home food because you wake up starving?" he sounds mad.

"why are you lecturing me on this? i'm not doing it on purpose. i don't get why you are so mad over this." you speak defensively.

"i know about the shit from when you were a teenager y/n, i'm not dumb." he states as you hear the door locking through the phone.

"that was years ago toji. i was sick back then. you need to relax about this. i'm not doing it on purpose. i told you that. shiu knows." you explain yourself to him.

"bullshit." he scoffs as you hear an engine rumble in the background.

"where are you going?" you ask him.

"for a drive." he says coldly.

"i miss when you were being nice to me." you sigh.

"whatever, bye." the phone disconnects and you scoff at his ignorance. you should have known that he would flip to being a dick.

you realize that you didn't even shower either, and the warm water is just what you need. when looking for apartments, shiu insisted on both rooms having their own bathroom. you shut the bathroom down and have your shower.

the hot water made you feel better. you dry yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

"jesus christ!" you shout, noticing toji on your bed. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"brought you some food." he says nudging toward the bag on your desk.

"get out!" you point toward the door.

"not until you have dinner. what the hell is your problem?" he rolls his eyes.

"my problem is you invite yourself into my room without even telling me! i am also in a towel for gods sake."

"what are you embarrassed? its a towel, not like you are butt ass naked."

"seriously get out of my room!" you tell him again.

"fine." he waltzes out, shutting the door behind him.

he has some nerve, showing up unannounced. with frustration, you put clothes on without a care. you pause in the middle of pulling your pajama pants on when you realize you forgot to put lotion on. you groan out before sitting at the edge of your bed to apply the lotion to your legs.

you open the door, signaling to toji that you are finished and he can return. you apply your moisturizer in front of the mirror atop your dresser. toji makes himself comfortable at your desk chair.

"i'm surprised you even own clothes as skimpy as what you wore the other night. around here you always wear such baggy stuff." he states.

"can you just stop talking?" you're annoyed.

"look, i'm sorry for scaring you earlier and being a dick. you gotta realize that you and shiu are basically all i have. don't want anything happening to either of you." he tells you with little emotion in his voice.

"it's fine, but i don't need you to act like a parent to me. that stuff with the eating was almost a decade ago. i was really sick. i'm good now." you explain to him.

"i know, i'm sorry."

"did you just apologize to me? i swear i am still asleep. pinch me." you stick your arm out to him.

"haha very funny." he isn't amused. he takes a box from the bag he brought in and hands it to you. it was some plain noodles.

you thank him as he hands you a fork. he lets you sit in the chair to eat. you notice from the corner of your eye that he is looking at the stuff in your room. you let him browse the decor and the other things that decorate your room. you weren't embarrassed by anything, not even the stuffed bear on your bed. you were too mesmerized by the food. until you hear him start opening up drawers.

"get your filthy, greedy hands out of my drawers." you state, not even turning around to him.

"what? you got something you think i might find?" he asks, taunting you.

"no, it's rude to look through people's things." you say to him, taking your last bite.

"don't act so surprised by it then, especially from me." he tells you, truthfully. he isn't always this nice, if you could even say that.

"have some manners fushiguro." you treat him like a kid.

"back to the last names i see. ten years of knowing you and we are back to square one." he sits at the edge of your bed, manspreading of course.

"what did i say about manners?" you question rhetorically walking to him. you push his knees closed a bit. he looks up at you with his eyes, almost daring you to touch him again. "keep dreaming."

"you are the one dreaming." he uses your words back at him.

"why are you still here? you fed me, therefore you know i'm not sick." you cross your arms against your chest.

"we are both awake, might as well hang out." he shrugs his shoulders.

"god if we are actually hanging out, let me take a cigarette from shiu first." you playfully tease.

"i'm not that bad." he tries. "plus you don't smoke."

"not in front of you." you push your arms closer to your body.

"liar." he pokes.

you walk out of your room, grab a cigarette from the box that is tossed on the kitchen counter aside shiu's keys. you take the lighter from the box before walking to the door of the apartment. toji follows you outside, where you look out over the railing. you walk to the area farther away from the other apartments, finding yourself in your favorite corner of the balcony.

you sit on the stool that someone left when they moved out. the area you live in is a nicer area, but it's still in the city. as you take your first drag, toji waits for you to start coughing. when you don't, he raises an eyebrow.

"told you." you blow the smoke away from him.

"i guess we are just learning more about each other today." he leans against the railing next to you. you look around for the outside cat that always comes to your lap.

"hi sweet girl." you coo as the white cat, you have named edie, jumps into your lap.

"crazy cat lady." toji chuckles.

"her name is edie." you pet her and release your fist, letting her take the treat out of you palm.

"why don't you bring it inside?" he asks, receiving a glare from you.

"she is an outside cat, she has always been. i feed her everyday and got a little house for her where she sleeps. i tried bringing her in, but she kept wanting to go back outside." you tell him and then taking another drag. you pet edie with your empty hand, remembering that you have to give her some flea medicine soon.

toji can't help but admire your softness with the cat. he knows you are always soft with things that are precious to you. he is almost jealous of the way you are soft with a stray cat, you were never soft with him.

edie jumps off your lap and runs off to the stairs. you drop the cigarette butt on the ground, letting toji step on it. the sun begins to rise in the distance, you should try to get some rest.

"you look tired." toji notices.

"getting there." you lean your head back against the corner column. the tiredness hits you like a ton of bricks.

he offers a hand to pull you up from the stool. you stumble to your feet, clutching to his tee shirt in fear of falling. your head falls into his chest, you're unsure about the proximity. you were never this close up to him.

"sorry." you stumble back, he was unbothered. you slowly shift your feet back to the apartment, ready to brush your teeth and go to sleep for a few more hours.

you mumble a goodnight to toji, as he gets himself comfortable on the large couch in the living room. you don't wait for a response.

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taglist: @en-happiness

[cheri-2047]

Hellooo , I saw that your request r opened✨ so i like to request a Lyney x Reader , but like what he would be like as a parent ✨ (I hope that’s ok, it’s my first time requesting 😭) have a nice day/night 🫶

I had really bad writers block (again…) for like a week or two I’m so sorry for the late response

TAGS: none

CHARACTERS: Lyney, mentions of Lynette, freminet, arlecchino

Lyney would love carrying your kid. He would love to bring them to anything he does (cooking, watching TV, cleaning) the only place he never brings your child is to his missions.

I feel like even if lyney is busy, he would find a way to help keep your kid entertained. (EXAMPLE: while filing documents for the hearth, he has a toy in his other hand for the baby)

everyday when he comes home after checking on you, he would go to the baby room/nursery and ‘talk’ to them (like… “I’m home kiddo!! Did you miss me? Today I ___ ___ ____) obviously he would leave the stuff from his missions.

magic tricks are a must. Whenever the baby gets fussy, he tries to entertain them or give them a card or anything.

Lyney feels bad whenever he’s busy, so he makes up for it by helping you with chores and caring for everyone (example: he would cook breakfast the next day or change the diapers)

Lyney secretly tries to teach your kid to say “mama” to you. He doesn’t care if that’s the first word and not “dada” or anything, he’s really thankful for you and wants that to be the baby’s first word

at times when he’s busy (either practicing for a magic show or a mission) freminet or lynette would come over!! Freminet would make a mini Pers to give to the baby and he’s very quiet, but he does his best to give affection. Lynette would be a good Aunt, she wouldn’t talk much either, but she somehow manages to be able to last an entire day (or even weeks…) without the baby fussing up.

Arlecchino is aware that lyney didn’t want to introduce the baby to the fatui, but she asked if it would be alright to at least know the hearth. So arlecchino would come over and care for the kid (not cause anyone asked, cause she actually wants to and is happy for you and lyney)

If the baby cries at night, Lyney would be the one to calm them down. “Hey hey it’s okay mon ange, dads here…”

lyney overall is just very affectionate, he loves you two very much and swears on his life that he will protect you

as the baby grows up, lyney still does magic tricks, every time he comes home from a mission, he tries to bring something back (no matter how stupid it is….) “kiddo look-!!! A rock!!!” Typa surprise 😭

Whenever your kid gets sick, he immediately informs Arlecchino. That way he can watch over the (and Arlecchino allows it, unless it’s a big mission)

As your kid grows up, he only tells them about the fatui at 16. He apologizes but explains his reasons. Afterwards, he still doesn’t force the kid to go to the fatui after.

He helps the kid with schoolwork and everything, but when your kid moves out he’s a mess.

he doesn’t want them to leave so every night he tried to do something special for their “last moments at home” (making their favorite food…for weeks…. Or buying them something they like)

as the kid grows up, lyney gets pretty sad actually. He wants to cherish them and he had a hard time letting go (he doesn’t show it to the kid, he just shows his support. But to you, you can see how sad he is)

in the end, he’s a very good and kind father. Though he’s busy a lot, he would do his best to make sure you guys know that he loves you

A/N: sorry for super late!! Wahhhh I hope this is okay <3

[justwinginglife]

Dude just imagine Kafka has a little sister and everybody knows it but they didn't now that his little sister also now about her brother Kaiju secret.

So a scenario where kafka got notice but his sister defended him OR a scenario where the sister calls for Kafka bcs she's scared and couldn't handle losing her friends/comrades.(Almost like Daki calling Gyotaro hehehe)

Freader is Kafka little sister btw.

just choose which one you want to do I don't mind.

AHH sorry I took so long with this one. Got stuck in my Hoshina world for awhile. But I'm ready for Kafka now. (Also I just realized after I posted this, I might not have hit everything you wanted in that request, but fuck it, it's 2 in the morning, forgive me)

You never asked for anything.

You wanted many things, but you never asked and that was one of the things Kafka loved about you. Even despite his begging and his pleading for you to tell him what you were thinking, for you to let him spoil you rotten, he appreciated that you were always being considerate of him, not wanting to take up his time or his money.

Growing up with you, he'd learned to watch the path of your gaze or to follow the trail of your fingers, and see where it lingered in the shop windows and the store shelves just a second longer. And then you'd end up with a random gift on a random Tuesday just because he knew you wanted that headband or that new toy but would never tell anyone. He didn't need to wait for a special occasion to treat his little sister, everyday was a special day to him because he loved you.

It was that heart of his, that desire to protect the happiness of others and that determination to follow through on that desire, that made you confident that one day he'd be a Defense Force officer, even if eventually he had stopped believing he'd be one himself.

You always knew he was destined for great things and you didn't want to hold your big brother back so you buried yourself in your schoolwork. You wanted to find a means of supporting yourself and you wanted to be confident enough to reassure him that you'd be okay without him. But you wouldn't. You missed him terribly all the time. Missed him ruffling your hair, nudging your side, grinning widely, making stupid jokes, being stupidly optimistic all the time. But this was something he needed to do without you, and when he was ready to try again, to reach for his future, you wanted him to have both hands free.

Even when he'd confessed to you that he was Kaiju number 8, you encouraged him to keep pursuing his dream of being in the Defense Force. When you got the news that he had made it, you threw him the biggest party. You'd been his biggest supporter for so long, how could you not?

And then you didn't see him for awhile. He did try to visit you frequently, but you knew he would have to fight to keep his place in the Defense Force, beside all the other impressive officers, so you'd make up excuses to be busy so that he'd focus on his training instead of you. He must've known what you were doing, because he still found time to mail you gifts and letters to thank you for your support. But he did as you wanted, he focused on getting stronger, on being better, on being someone you could be proud of.

Then, one day, your college got attacked. Of course the Defense Force got called in, but they were so busy focused on the rampaging Honju; no one had time for a small Yoju that had wandered away from the stampeding hoard and cornered your best friends in a deserted part of the school campus. You were supposed to be with them, but you thought you'd pick up some coffees for everyone on the way over, a little pick-me-up to help with another late night study session. When you saw the Yoju chasing them across the schoolyard, you dropped your tray of drinks. Before they even hit the ground, you had your phone out, calling your brother.

"Kafka. I... I need you. I'm at school. My friends... my friends are under attack, please hurry. Please come quick. I need you."

You never asked for anything.

But all this time you'd spent holding back from running into your brother's arms, crying to him when you'd gotten a slightly lower grade than normal, or bitching about the sheer amount of projects you had due in one session, all this time you'd spent depriving yourself of a normal relationship with the only family you had, your friends were there for you instead. Cheering you on, through every test, every speech, every assignment, cheering you on the way you missed him cheering you on. You needed them.

And right now, they needed you too. You weren't strong enough to save them, but you could be strong enough to suck up your pride and ask your brother for help for once.

When he arrived in a few minutes flat, ready to do anything and everything you asked, you almost cried.

Suddenly memories came flooding back to you. Kafka catching you falling out of a tree when you'd ignored his warning not to climb too high and you'd slipped off a weak branch. He hadn't even scolded you; he knew you were already frustrated enough at yourself. He just bought you ice cream and smiled at you, telling you he was glad you were okay. Then there was that time Kafka chased off the neighborhood bully when he made fun of your pigtails; even though Kafka reassured you that you looked adorable with pigtails, he still spent all night learning how to braid your hair because you insisted you'd never wear pigtails ever again. He was always saving you, and here he was again- your hero.

It didn't matter that he was in a form you didn't recognize. You knew it was him. You'd know his heart anywhere. And even with fangs, his smile still comforted you, let you know everything would be okay.

He made quick work of the Yoju that was pursuing your friends and you were finally able to exhale the air that had been trapped in your lungs. He even carried them to the doors of the school infirmary for you when they'd passed out from the shock.

When you were sure your friends would be okay, you took Kafka to a secluded area behind the school where no one would be watching. Before he could even fully transform back into himself, you had already jumped into his arms. You hugged him with the force of a thousand hugs to make up for all the times you'd wanted to find refuge in his arms, but instead pushed him away, pushed him to work.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He ruffled your hair as he held you close. You always loved him ruffling your hair. You used to scold him for messing your hair up, but secretly, you always wanted him to do it again.

Suddenly, being in his arms again, you didn't care about his "destiny," or whatever great future you had envisioned for him. You just wanted your brother back, and for now, you had him. You could be as weak and as worried as you wanted, and he'd be there for you. He'd hold you until you stopped shaking, and then hold you a little longer just for good measure. Just because he missed you and he liked holding you.

You finally looked up at him, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. "Do you think it's okay... if I ask you for more? If I rely on you more? Can I... can I need you again?"

He smiled that same smile he always did, his wide grin overflowing with love for you. "You can always count on me. Ask anything you want of me. Need me as much as you like for as long as you like. I promise, I'll be there for you."

He was always saving you.

But maybe, finally, it was okay to let yourself be saved.

[wonijinjin]

THE WEEKND SERIES: IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE? - LEE CHAN

author’s note: this is such a cute one, i can totally see dino being all caught up in organising the biggest surprise for you.

synopsis: your boyfriend has been acting coldly for weeks, and you confront him about it. turns out there’s a completely different reason behind his actions than you thought.

word count: 0.5k | genre: fluff, a bit of angst | pairing: dino x gn! reader | warnings: reader being upset, crying

the masterpost of this series can be found here.

you knew something was up with dino for weeks; he hasn’t been very affectionate, always saying he had work to do instead of making plans with you, giggling whenever he was busy texting on his phone. you had enough; tonight was the night when you were gonna confront him about it.

he had been in his room doing schoolwork when you entered through the door, stopping in front of his desk. “do you need something baby?” he asked, not even bothering to look up from his laptop. “yeah, you.” you sounded demanding, firm. he was not expecting to hear this tone from you, so he finally glanced up at you. “so, what’s up?” he questioned. “we need to talk. you have been very distant lately.” you said lowly while he stood up from his chair. “what do you mean?” seeing his look of confusion you took a deep breath before speaking; he could see the frustration in your eyes. “is there someone else? do you not love me anymore? am i not enough for you you?” your mouth became dry in seconds. “bub, where is this coming from? have i done something to upset you?” he tried to decipher the reason behind your hesitation; he felt like he was walking on glass, not wanting to make things worse. “yeah, you have. you are always texting someone, who is clearly not me nor one of your best friends since i’ve asked them about it. you have not made an effort to hang out with me in weeks, nor you have been yourself. i don’t know what’s going on with you anymore.” you got it out in one go, panting after finishing the little monologue. he was speechless; he had no idea how neglected you felt. “oh baby.” he cooed while cradling you in his arms, kissing your forehead. you couldn’t help but let a few stray tears escape as it had been so long since you felt his touch, that oh so loving touch you missed and craved every minute of every day. “there’s noone else bub, only you. i was actually preparing for a big surprise with the boys, that was who i’ve been texting all the time. sorry for not noticing that i was acting weirdly.” he explained while rocking your sobbing form. “how can i believe that you are not cheating on me? there are so many people wanting to get together with you who are much more interesting than me.” you whispered, still not knowing whether what he stated was true or if he just didn’t want you to find out. “first of all, that is not true, nobody could ever be as interesting as you bub. second of all, since you are sad and sulky now, i shall just ditch the whole thing and prove you that i love you so much, shouldn’t i?” he said while leaving you for a minute alone with your thoughts, then arriving and kneeling down in front of you, opening a little velvet box. “will you be mine forever?”

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

without you (pt. 2)

pairing: lee felix x female reader

summary: you have been best friends with the 00 liners+chan for a while now. now everyone is in college and when you begin to devolop feelings, its gettimg hard to choose...

tags/warnings: college skz, liking multiple people at a time, fluff, angst, reader struggles with anxiety and depression, cussing, partially proofread

a/n: hola!! so ive been really busy... sorry for not making pt. 2 quicker! hope yall enjoy!

The week had passed in a blur, the chaos of adjusting to university life settling in just as quickly as it had hit. Classes, assignments, new faces—all of it was both exciting and overwhelming, but there was one constant you hadn’t expected: Felix.

At first, it had been the same—Felix, the warm, friendly boy with the easy smile, always so happy and full of energy. He had a way of making everything feel lighter, of reminding you not to take life too seriously. But now, seeing him day after day in the dorm, being in the same space as you, his presence felt different.

It wasn’t just his smile, though that was still as infectious as ever. It wasn’t just his laugh, that boyish sound that could fill up a room. It was the little things.

The way he always made sure you were included in everything. The way his gaze lingered just a second longer than it should when he looked at you. The way he seemed to always know when something was wrong. Felix’s kindness was something you had always appreciated, but now, in this quiet dorm room, it felt heavier. Like it meant more than it ever had.

You hadn’t intended to let your feelings for him grow like this, but now it seemed like everything you did was tied to him in some way. And it was confusing. Because with him, things had always been simple. Now, there was this unspoken tension between you, something you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried.

It was late on a Thursday evening when you found yourself alone in the dorm’s common area. The others had gone out for dinner with Jisung, but you had stayed behind to catch up on some homework. You sat hunched over your desk, a notebook in front of you, but the words on the page blurred. You couldn’t focus.

I can’t keep doing this.

It wasn’t just the schoolwork. Your mind was racing with everything—the anxiety that had been building ever since you arrived at university. It was the pressure of keeping up with everything, of making friends, of adjusting to a life that felt so different from home. But most of all, it was the overwhelming feeling of not being able to stop thinking about Felix.

You swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts aside, but it was like trying to hold back a wave. Every glance Felix gave you, every laugh you shared, just made it harder to breathe. And every time you saw him with Chan, or laughing with Hyunjin, you felt like you were sinking deeper into a pit you couldn’t crawl out of.

You clenched your fists on the desk, trying to steady your breathing, but it wasn’t working.

Focus. You just need to focus.

But the harder you tried to concentrate, the more your thoughts spiraled, and soon, your breathing became shallow. You could feel it. That old, familiar pressure in your chest.

It wasn’t just anxiety anymore. It was a panic attack. You could feel the room closing in, your hands trembling, the world blurring around you.

No. Not now.

But it didn’t matter. Your vision blurred, and you felt yourself sink into the chair, the panic too overwhelming to fight off. You shut your eyes, wishing it would stop. Wishing the feeling of dread and fear would just go away.

Felix had been in the hall with Seungmin, talking about something silly when he heard it—a small, almost imperceptible sound coming from your room. He paused, furrowing his brow. He hadn’t seen you in a while, and he figured you were probably buried in homework. But something in the quiet made him uneasy.

He excused himself from Seungmin and walked toward your dorm room, knocking softly before entering. But when he stepped inside, his heart sank.

There you were, slumped against the desk, your face pale, your breathing fast and shallow, hands clutching your hair.

“Y/N?” Felix called out softly, his voice tinged with concern. But you didn’t respond. You didn’t even seem to hear him.

Felix’s pulse quickened. He moved toward you quickly, crouching down beside your chair. His hands hovered around you, trying to remember what to do. He had only seen you like this once before—so lost in your own panic that you couldn’t even respond.

“Hey, hey…” Felix gently took your hands in his, squeezing them lightly. His touch was warm, grounding, but you didn’t respond. You just continued to breathe rapidly, your chest heaving in that awful, familiar rhythm.

He bit his lip, trying to think. He remembered what you’d told him once, years ago, about your anxiety, how you sometimes had panic attacks that took over. Felix remembered what to do. He had never been great at handling these situations, never knew the right words. But he knew you needed him right now.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said softly, his voice gentle but insistent.

Slowly, your eyes opened, and for the first time since he’d walked in, you seemed to notice him. You blinked at him, as if registering that he was there, and he saw the moment of recognition in your gaze. It was enough to make his heart ache.

Felix squeezed your hands tighter, pulling you out of the fog, trying to focus your attention. He needed to help you focus on something—anything—so your mind could slow down.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in slow, deliberate motions. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

You tried to nod, but it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t seem to catch your breath.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He moved even closer, gently placing one hand on your back, the other still holding your hands. He leaned in, his voice low, soothing. “Breathe in with me, okay? Just like this. One… two… three…” He breathed in deeply, his chest rising, and you watched him, trying to mimic his movements. Slowly, your breathing began to match his. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

You could feel his warmth beside you, the steadiness of his presence pulling you back from the brink. Felix didn’t say much, but his calmness had a way of making everything feel just a little more bearable. You clung to his hand as you continued to breathe together, the panic beginning to subside as his touch and his voice anchored you.

It took a while, but eventually, the tightness in your chest began to ease. You could breathe again, slower, calmer. You still felt the weight of it all, but it wasn’t as suffocating anymore.

Felix didn’t pull away. He stayed with you, his hand never leaving yours. His voice was soft as he asked, “How are you feeling now?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice came out shaky. “Better… thanks.”

Felix smiled, his expression full of tenderness, but there was something else in his eyes too. Something deeper. You weren’t sure if it was relief or something else, but you could see it. Felix had always been kind, but right now, his kindness felt like something more.

“Don’t thank me,” he said, his voice soft, but his gaze unwavering. “I’m always here for you, Y/N. Always.”

For a moment, you were speechless. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had been there for you like this. Felix’s presence, his care, felt different.

It felt like more.

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized: maybe it was always meant to be this way. Maybe Felix had always been more than just a friend to you.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time you stopped pretending you didn’t feel it too.

[haunted-headset]

YN has social anxiety and in any case that YN and Wilbur are together outside hes always by her side.

And if YN is ever getting around people and Wilbur is around, he rubs his thumb across her hand a whispers loving things in her ear

💨 Breathe for Me 💨

Summary: You have social anxiety & in any situation where you & Wilbur are together outside he's always by your side, & if you're ever getting around people & Wilbur is around, he rubs his thumb across your hand & whispers loving things in your ear.

A/N: I'm sorry this was kinda late! I've been very busy as of late with schoolwork & choir practice & such. Hope you enjoy it!

word count: 488

contains: the reader nearly having a panic attack, social anxiety, pet names, the reader being sensitive to loud noises, the reader wanting to die (this happens while the party is going on & the reader wishes they were dead so they didn't have to go through this)

"Darling, are you completely sure you want to go to the party tonight?" Wilbur had just finished a show with his band & the plan was for everybody to have a party to celebrate their last day on tour. You weren't a very big fan of large parties.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you lied. You were never fine.

He looked at you with uncertainty. "We can just stay on the tour bus, love. You know I won't mind."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you repeated. You put your shoes on &, in an attempt to change the subject, you asked, "Where are we going for the party?"

"I really don't know," Wilbur chuckled. "Ash & Joe said something about a bar, but Leandra said to have a party on the tour bus, & Mark said something about a restaurant that's around here. You could go ask one of them, if you want to."

You shook your head. "I don't really care." Another lie. You were very curious, but you just didn't like talking to people.

Wilbur nodded in understanding. He took your hand & you two stepped out of the venue & were greeted by cheering fans. You quickly put your hands over your ears & quickly walked to the tour bus. You opened the door & stepped inside with a sigh of relief. Inside of the tour bus stood the rest of Lovejoy, who greeted you with waves & "hello"s. You greeted them with a smile as soon as Wilbur walked in. & then, almost spontaneously, the party started.

An hour later...

You were standing in the corner of a tour bus as you felt a panic attack coming. It was very loud & somewhat crowded on the tour bus & you wanted to jump off of a cliff. Wilbur was doing a chugging competition with the rest of the band & you couldn't be bothered to participate. Wilbur, of course, saw you in the corner of his eyes & rushed over to you.

"Lovely, what's wrong?" he whispered, leaning into your ear as he gently grabbed your hands. "Breathe for me, baby, deep breaths." You hadn't even noticed that you were hyperventilating until he told you to breathe.

"Loud & crowded," was all you could say. He nodded & shouted to the band, "OI! TURN DOWN THE MUSIC A BIT!" Leandra looked over at you two & quickly turned the music down a little bit.

"How about we go do the challenge, okay?" he whispered. "If at any point you want to step outside, we can do that, alright? & I'll hold your hand the entire time if you want."

A small smile crept onto your lips & you slowly nodded. He returned the smile & kissed your cheek. For the rest of the evening, he was right beside you, holding your hand & whispering sweet nothings into your ear when he had the chance.

He was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

[needyfreek2]

Prom Blows (Repost)

It was past 10 when Luna pulled up in front of the school she’d already graduated from. If it wasn’t for her absolute wreck of a senior sister, one would think of her as some sort of creepy college girl coming to the high school to pick up underage boys.

Roxy had called her, over an hour ago, begging her to take her home. After her date ghosted, her friends ditched, and she spilled spiked punch all over herself, Roxy had sobbed to Luna over the phone. So like the “Good Sister” she was, Luna came to her rescue.

“I’ve been waiting outside for a fucking hour where have you been?” Roxy hid her tears behind a veil of aggression.

“Sorry, sorry. I was busy.”

“With what? You don’t have a life.” Roxy retorted. She wasn’t fully wrong. Ever since Luna went off to college, she hadn’t done much aside from going to class in the morning, doing homework when she got back, and sleeping. Even on weekends, Luna was more likely to go study at the library rather than do anything fun. It was the first time in years that Roxy was well and truly alone at home. Their mom was usually working late at the hospital, and their dad didn’t even bother to write letters anymore. Roxy had a couple of friends, and the pretty privilege to get asked out every so often, but it never felt as fulfilling as her relationship with Luna. At least, that’s how it was. 

Luna had started college this year. Too poor to get into one of the nicer schools she wanted to, she had to settle for community college and living at home. It was nice to have a free place to stay, but it was starting to get tiring in sophomore year of high school. This town has a way of wearing down the people who get stuck here.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow.” That’s all she ever talked about. Schoolwork.

Roxy didn’t respond, she just looked out the window and tried her best to hold back her tears.

“So, what happened?” Luna was the first to break the silence.

“My date didn’t show up, he was off fucking one of my friends in the bathroom. Then my friends ditched me. Fucking whores.”

“Roxy…” Luna sighed.

”They are! Don’t take their side dipshit-”

“No, I'm just sorry. That blows.” 

Roxy blinked a couple times, taken aback at her sister’s sudden approval. She half expected her to call it “Teen Girl Bullshit” and move on but not this time.

“Yeah, I- It sucks.” Roxy leaned back to get comfortable. “I got all dressed up and pretty for him…” She fidgeted with her tight, deep red velvet dress. It was a beautiful dress, form fitting, a perfect color for Roxy. When Luna glanced over, she couldn’t help that his eyes wandered to her prominent cleavage. In most outfits she wore, Roxy’s chest seemed much smaller. She wasn’t modest by any means, but she clearly put in the work to draw attention to where she wanted. It even worked on her sister. Luna’s eyes flashed back to the road. She knew how gross it was to think of her own sister in that way, to objectify her like that. 

But she couldn’t help it. Roxy was beautiful. Long black hair that poured down her back like a dark cascade, a back now exposed by the dress. Silky smooth, pale skin, perfectly slender and clean. The way her body curved, her hips, thighs, chest, almost like a doll with how precise it was. Luna hated that time and time again, she found herself staring, whenever Roxy wasn’t looking. When Luna would be on her laptop in the kitchen and Roxy would come in for a snack, bending over to get something from the lower sections of the fridge. The way her shorts would ride up, exposing the slightest bit of Roxy’s panties underneath… Or when they watched a movie together, Roxy would lay her legs over Luna’s and she could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. 

The worst part is that she wondered if she did it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of her.

Gross. Don’t think like that.

“So what now?” Luna asked quietly.

“I don’t know… I kind of just want to get out of this dress.”

“You don’t want to stop for ice cream first?” Luna smiled at her sister. Roxy just shook her head and watched the cars go by. Luna sighed. “I think you look very pretty, Roxy.”

Roxy turned to her.

“You do?” She asked, pleading for reassurance.

“Yeah… It’s a nice dress.”

“So you think the dress is pretty. Not me.” Roxy rolled her eyes.

“No, I think you’re pretty. The dress just… uh- helps.” Luna had a hard time concealing her blush. Disgusting that she would get that way over her own sister.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you don’t actually think I'm pretty.” Roxy sunk deeper into the seat.

“No, I really-“ Luna stopped herself. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Roxy. And if the people at your school don’t see that they’re dumbasses, ok?” Roxy looked out the window again. “I really mean it, Rox. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re smart, witty, you have good taste, you’re the nicest person at that shit show of a school. You’re hot- uh- from a like- from an unbiased perspective I mean.” Luna covered her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her blush. “Look, I just mean that you’re… you’re so much better than all of them. They don’t deserve you.”

Roxy still didn’t look back. 

Luna brought the car to the side of the road by an old park the two used to play at. It was empty, that late at night. A place that once brought the two so much joy, now a reminder of their distance. 

“Why are we-“ Roxy was cut off by Luna’s hand, taking her arm.

“Roxy…” Her grip was soft, reassuring more than anything else. Roxy finally looked back. “I need you to know that you are the most amazing, beautiful, incredible girl I have ever met. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to have a go out with you. They blew their shot, don’t get hung up on them. Ok?” Then that smile, that stupid beautiful smile of hers. Roxy couldn’t stand that look, when Luna was so close to tears, and yet looked so loving and… pretty, damn it. 

And that’s the point where Roxy decided to go for it.

“Fine… you’re right. But I still didn’t get kissed… or laid. And fuck i was really banking on getting laid tonight.” 

Luna blushed a bit, but laughed the comment off, saying something incredibly stupid as she did. 

“I’d kiss you, if I weren’t your sister.” Luna joked, sort of… 

“You’d kiss me?”

Luna panicked, she hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “Oh! I just mean that- I mean- It’s not-“ Luna realized just how fucked she was, hoping that the little bit of alcohol in Roxy’s system would allow her to forget the massive fucking blunder Luna had made. “We should get going!” Luna went to take the car out of park but was surprised to find Roxy’s hand placed gently on hers.

“W-Wait… Please.” Roxy gave a pleading look to Luna that made her hesitate. “You… you would kiss me? Even when I’m this much of a mess?”

“I mean- I- Roxy I’m your sister it’s not like-“ Luna tried to save herself, but Roxy wasn’t content to let her go so easily. 

“You mean you don’t want to?” Roxy asked, red in the face.

Luna paused. Fuck.

“I don’t- we can’t. We’re sisters… I wouldn’t- I would never even think about-“

“What if I wanted you to?” Roxy’s hand had traveled to her sister’s shoulder now. Luna could hardly think, much less string together words to make a coherent sentence. “It wouldn’t mean anything, but… Would it really be so bad? Just one?”

Luna realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Luna muttered, Roxy nodded. 

“Just… don’t make a weird thing out of it ok? It’s just a kiss.” 

Luna checked to make sure no one was around, thank god for that. Taking a deep breath, Luna turned back to her sister.

“So…” Luna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pushed up her glasses. Her hands were shaking. Roxy noticed, and took her sister’s hands in her own.

“It’s OK, Luna… don’t be so nervous. I’m your sister, I won’t judge.” She gave her such a sweet smile. With that last bit of encouragement, Luna nodded and leaned toward Roxy ever so slightly. Roxy caught her breath and moved in. For a while the two were too nervous to breach the gap, a comfortable distance kept between their lips. Then, with sudden eagerness and impatience, Roxy shot forward and locked lips with Luna. The suddenness of the kiss caused Luna to inhale sharply and jump in her seat. 

The kiss itself was amazing, the best either had ever experienced. Luna’s face was warm, blushing so hard her glasses could have fogged up. Roxy moved her hands to her sister’s red face, holding her tightly. Absent-mindedly, Luna started to slip her tongue into Roxy’s mouth, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate. Without realizing it, Roxy’s hand fell to Luna’s thigh, and inched closer to her crotch until-

“Oh-!” Roxy pulled away. Luna blinked twice, recollecting her thoughts before turning away, abashedly covering her face with one hand and her crotch with the other.

“Fuck, i- im so sorry- i don’t know what happened.” Luna did her best to conceal the very obvious erection trying to escape her jeans. “I haven’t been able to- and yknow i’m just- Fuck, sorry!” 

“No no- it’s ok Luna… Really. I take it, you liked that?” Roxy was blushing just as much, if not harder than Luna.

Luna didn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so gross.” Luna hid her face in her hands.

“What? No, it’s ok. Really!” Roxy leaned back in and caressed her sister’s arm. “I get it, you’re excited. I- I am too.” 

“Excited?” Luna removed her hands from her face.

“Yeah I mean, I assume that’s what that means.”

“No no, you’re excited?” A million terrible thoughts went through Luna’s mind.

“Well…” Roxy turned toward the window, blushing. “You’re not the only one who’s been… pent up.” She cleared her throat. “I’m- I’m a little wet right now… Well, more than a little.”

The sisters stared at each other in silence for what felt like ages. 

“I know…. it’s gross isn’t it?” Roxy tried to laugh it off.

“No! Not at all!” Luna grabbed Roxy’s shoulders. “Uh- Well I guess it sort of is… I mean we’re sisters and all, but-“

“But…?” Roxy placed her hand onto Luna’s as it held tight to her shoulder. 

“Uh- People get like this all the time? It’s fine, we’ll take care of it when we get home.”

“We!?” Roxy was both excited and mortified.

“I mean seperately! In separate rooms! Touching ourselves- not- fuck.” Luna tried desperately to hide her fucked up desires in this moment. Roxy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Wh- what?” Luna asked.

“Just- I don’t know… It’s easier with help.” 

“Huh…” Luna went brain-dead. 

“Like you’ve been with girls before! Just this one time, I swear! I won’t ever bring it up again. I just need help right now.”

Luna fully realized what her sister was asking her to do.

“Are you being for real?”

“Y-yes.” There was that awkwardness again. She was too cute to resist like this.

“So you want me to…” Luna’s fingers drifted to the hem of Roxy’s dress. Roxy turned away as she slowly lifted it to reveal her now damp white panties. Luna gasped, completely unable to pull herself together now.

“Please just- do it already.”

Luna nodded, though Roxy refused to look. Slowly, gently, carefully, Luna pulled her sister’s panties down to her shins. Now, her glistening cunt was bare and Luna saw the full lengths of what she had done to her sister with just a simple kiss. 

“F-Wow, you’re really wet, sis.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized how disgusting it sounded. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that did, was Luna being here for her sister.

Luna teased Roxy’s slit, tracing her fingers across it and lightly touching her clit. The full weight of the action, Luna fingering her sister, wouldn’t quite break through to her until she had already slipped two fingers inside. Roxy, who up until this point had been lightly releasing quiet pleasured breaths, let out a full moan. The sound was intoxicating to Luna, she’d fantasized about hearing it for so long, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Fuck…” Luna sighed. Roxy let her head fall back as her breaths became staggered and harsh. The two tried not to look each other in the eyes as Luna spoke once again. “Is this ok?”

Roxy nodded, unable to speak at this point. Luna kept going, now being able to smell just how worked up Roxy had gotten. Luna’s pointer and index were now lodged deeply within her sister’s pussy, awkwardly curling and shifting inside of her.

Roxy let out a quiet whimper and covered her mouth with her hands, ashamed that she was being so loud for her sister of all people.

Luna pulled Roxy closer, maneuvering so that she could better reach from behind, though the position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Luna~” Roxy whispered through strained whimpers as her sister fingered her from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Roxy wrapped her own arm around Luna’s neck and stared up into her eyes. Finally, the two made eye contact, face to face, mere centimeters apart. 

That’s when the reason they had avoided direct eye contact became clear…

The two of them kissed once again, a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Roxy couldn’t help but moan as they exchanged saliva, their tongues writhing around each others’ mouths.

“R-Roxy~ Please… I can’t do this.”

”What? Why?” Roxy broke from her sister’s grasp, pouting.

”I’m i- I’m too hard… do you think you could-”

Without a second thought, Roxy started unzipping Luna’s jeans. Feeling her older sister’s hard cock beneath her tight satin panties drove Roxy crazy. Luna too was losing her mind, shaking uncontrollably as her nerves took hold. Having a girl, her sister no less, touch her in such an intimate way—

The thought was interrupted by the warm, wet sensation of Roxy’s tongue tracing the length of Luna’s cock. 

Luna whimpered as Roxy fit her dick into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, Roxy could hardly think of anything else as she took the entirety of her sister’s dick down her throat.

Luna arched her back, grabbing the steering wheel for support, shaking and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god… Roxy, please~ please don’t stop.” Luna whispered.

Roxy looked up into her sister’s eyes as she pleaded. She looked so pretty from down there. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to finish. She filled her sister’s mouth with hot cum, so much it dripped from Roxy’s lips as she pulled off Luna’s dick. Luna loudly moaned, no longer able to contain herself.

Luna fell back into her seat, still hard as she shouldn’t have been. Unsatisfied, Roxy pulled her panties fully off and climbed on top of Luna. 

“Wait- Wait no!” Luna didn’t really want it to stop, but she knew if she let this happen, there really would be no going back. It was too late though…

Luna’s leaking tip disappeared into Roxy’s slick opening. Slowly, the rest of Luna’s dick entered her sister’s pussy.

“Luna~” Roxy moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms around her neck tightly. The two sat in each other’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. 

After enough time had passed for the sisters to move past the initial sin, they made the final decision to keep going no matter how wrong it was. 

Roxy rose up slowly and slammed back down, her ass slapping against Luna’s thighs over and over. 

Roxy’s dress rose up high enough now that Luna could see the mess she had made of her sister. Wet, glistening in the light of the street lamps, freshly shaven too… 

“Roxy~” Luna muttered her lover’s name between whimpered moans. 

“Luna~” The two kissed once again. A deeper, more passionate kiss than either had ever given anyone else, like they had saved it specially for this moment. They moaned into each others’ mouths, taken by their shared euphoria. When Roxy rose, Luna pulled back. When Luna pushed deeper, Roxy buried her sister’s dick as deep inside her as she could muster without breaking. 

“Roxy~ I’m going to cum again~ I can’t~”

“Shhh…” Roxy placed a finger to Luna’s lips. “I know… me too.” She could hardly get the words out. “Let’s do it together… ok~?”

Luna nodded. The two increased their pace. Up and down, back and forth, over and over. Luna felt herself building to another climax, this time trapped inside her sister, when—

The two came together, screaming out each other’s names as they felt their minds go blank for one brief moment of pure ecstasy. 

Roxy fell on top of Luna, both of them breathed heavily. They didn’t move for a full minute.

“A-are you ok?” Luna whispered. “Was that ok?”

“Yes!” Roxy stammered quietly. “It was amazing, Luna.” She hugged her sister close. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roxy.” Luna watched as Roxy rose from her cock, letting their shared liquids spill out onto it. 

“Thank you.” Roxy embarrassingly stumbled back into the passenger seat. Luna pulled her pants back up and Roxy did her best to clean herself up with the tissues in the glove compartment. The two drove home, not a single word exchanged between them. 

When they finally arrived, their mother still working late into the night, they returned to their separate rooms-

It wasn’t thirty minutes after they got back that Roxy snuck into Luna’s room to continue what they had started in the car…

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

Random Thought of the day. (This actually could be a Short story, but I’ll label it as a headcannon) pre agggtm.

The Quiet Affections of Pippa Fitz Amobi (HeadCannons)

Paring: Pippa Fitz Amobi x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, heart melting fluff, stomach inducing fluff🤭

Pippa Fitz Amobi is a cuddler. You wouldn’t think it just from knowing her, but as soon as you two become girlfriends, and she’s completely smitten by you, she lets her walls down. She’s always the first one to initiate physical contact. It first happened at one of Josh’s football games. You had been a favorite of his lately, he adored you. “To pieces” as Leanne put it. Growing up you had a lot of siblings, so you were use to children, and you had first met Pip when your mother had inadvertently signed you up to be Josh’s baby sister in grade 8.

“Oh just this once love! Please!! The Amboi’s would be just so appreciative if you did! And you can make some pocket money! How does a nice fiver sound?” Of course you didn’t care a whit for the money. So you had agreed, taking your homework with you. You had known the Amboi’s for years, had seen them around town. You knew Pip from school, but you never spoke. You were to shy, and your schedules were always busy. Never synchronized enough to have a chat. But you knew she was kind, studious, always getting the highest marks in her year.

Josh had been overjoyed to see you, taking you by the hand as soon as soon as you had darkened the door, books in hand. He simply eyed you with his brown eyes, his brow squinting, “oh not another homework girl!” He whined, “all my sister does is homework! Are you going to do that all night too?”.

You chuckled, putting your books on the Amboi’s kitchen table, you leaned down so you were eye level with Josh, your eyes serious, “I may not know your sister as well as her friends, or you, but I do know she’s very intelligent, especially at schoolwork. Don’t you want to be good at schoolwork?”. Josh seemed to think before shaking his head, “Miss says my homework is atrocious! What does that mean?”.

You hid your smile, “I think it means you need a little more work”. Pip had come home well into the evening, you noticed because you had seen Cara Ward’s big sister drop her of. You liked the Wards, they were comical and always made you laugh, even if not on purpose. Pip at first had been surprised to see you, stopping in her tracks as she opened the front door, “mum! Can Cara sleepover on Friday?” She announced into the air, cheeks red when she found you looking up at her from the Amboi’s couch. Your cheeks red, smile wide.

You lifted your book in your hands, “Not mum sorry to disappoint” you had joked. Pip’s cheeks had turned a shade of crimson, she had shaken her head, a few embarrassed laughs falling of her lips. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be here in my living room. Did Flora Cancel? Mum didn’t tell me she and dad were going out” Pippa stated, walking over and sitting across from you, blue watercolored eyes undoing her laces of her trainers. You shook your head, “I’m not sure about Flora, mum basically hired me for the job, apparently your mum thinks highly of me when it comes to children” you spoke, eyebrows lifted up as you turned the page on your book, “not sure why”.

You noticed Pip’s eyes had become trained on your book, a small smile perched on her lips. “Is that Great Expectations? I’ve tried to get Cara to read it with me but she just calls it “Newer Shakespeare”.

From then on you had been more accepting of babysitting Josh, Pipa would sit with you after you had put Josh to bed, eyes alight as you told her where you were in the book, how you felt about what was going on, how Charles Dickens had a way with words. She listened, attentively. At school you were more inclined to smile at her as you passed in the corridors. Pip had even gone so far as to find you in the library, “I just thought you’d like this book, it’s an Agatha Christie. It’s a first edition copy, took me ages to find. Dad had to go to ten second hand stores in London just to find it” she rambled, biting her lip. It was here where you first noticed how pretty she looked.

It hadn’t been this big earthshattering moment. It had been a small thought. But then that small thought became more. Until you didn’t think she was just pretty, you thought she was beautiful. With her soft defined cheekbones and her eyes. Which were different every time you saw her. At school they were bold, analytical, dare you say scholarly. At home in the comfort of her room, they were wild and magnetic. In the library they were radiant, and suddenly blue had a new meaning to you. It was the colour blue that made your heart race, made your tongue falter as she eyed you on her bed, waiting for your thoughts on the next classic she had leant you.

Then it was homework. You two had begun doing homework together, “a get together with a focus on scholarly matters” as Cara had put it. As Pippa worked alongside you, you noticed something, call it a earthshattering realization, but She was not the most objectively attractive girl in school, but her beauty was amplified because you admired her. Admired her for her absolutely angelic voice as she sang in the library, headphones in ears. Admired her when you sat opposite side of the room from her and watched her while she sang. She was confident enough and cool enough to have been one of the popular kids, but she didn't seem to care about that sort of thing. She was down to earth, and kind, and warm. And yes, pretty too. But that wasn't really the point. The point was, she understood you. And maybe just maybe, the way Pip would smile at you through the layers of books, might have made your heart ache in the best way.

Then it was pip herself who surprised you. She was more touchy with you, finding you at school and sitting so close your legs brushed. Holding your hand as you walked her to class. Letting you in her room, which you knew was special, only Cara and Lauren had been up here. You didn’t know what you were, best friends? But did best friends think about what her lips would feel like? How soft and warm they would be?

“Cara’s been my best friend since primary school. But you…you don’t feel like one to me. I’ve spent days reasoning with myself. Analyzing myself, trying to figure out why you feel different” Pippa had stated to you one day, out of the blue, her eyes seeming to shine, bold as the colour blue. “But I just realized. It’s because…your my person. You understand me. In ways nobody does. So when are you going to ask me out?”

So it was no surprise when you had asked her on an outing the next day, the book store of course. And she had said yes.

I just might do a actual story based on this. 🥺😭

[the-fox-with-no-name]

I couldn't resist, sorry for the poor writing I'm improving as I go.

Head Canon Skit: Andrew’s Silent Intent. Part 1

Wymack: [holding up a blueprint] "Andrew, why am I getting calls from the engineering department about you asking them to build...this?" [points to a design that suspiciously resembles hidden blades from Assassin's Creed] "What exactly is this contraption supposed to be?"

Andrew: [deadpan] "It's exactly what it looks like. But don't worry, it’s none of your concern."

Wymack: [raising an eyebrow] "None of my concern? It’s my team, Andrew. You’re part of my concern, especially when you're commissioning someone to make... this contraption. What are you planning to do with these?"

Andrew: [calmly leaning back] "Mind your pay grade, Coach."

Wymack: [rubbing his temple] "I'm not even going to ask. But if you use that thing on the court...or anywhere near my team—"

Andrew: [cutting him off] "You'll never know about it."

After Wymack leaves, Andrew pulls out his phone, quickly typing out a message.

Andrew’s text to Neil: "Payment sorted?"

Neil’s response comes almost immediately.

Neil: "Got it."

Andrew smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He leans back in his chair, glancing at the calendar on his wall. October 5th. Three weeks until Halloween.

With that, he goes back to his usual business, fully content with whatever chaotic plan he's concocted.

Later that day

Neil walks into the dorm after class, dropping his bag near the couch. He spots Nicky lounging with a controller in hand, completely absorbed in a game of Assassin’s Creed.

Nicky: [without looking up] "Hey Neil! You ever play this? It's so cool. The lore is deep. It’s all about this secret order of assassins, and they use these blades—" [pauses the game to wave his hand, mimicking the iconic wrist blade motion] "—that pop out from under their sleeves. It’s wild!"

Andrew, leaning against the counter, barely glances over. He clearly couldn’t care less.

Andrew: [flatly] "Not interested."

Nicky shrugs, going back to the game, but Neil’s attention shifts to Andrew. He watches as Andrew’s fingers subtly mimic the same wrist movement Nicky just made, almost absentmindedly, as if rehearsing something. Neil quirks an eyebrow, stifling a smile.

Andrew catches his glance but doesn’t acknowledge it. He just tilts his head slightly, as if daring Neil to comment.

Neil keeps his thoughts to himself, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He shakes his head, sitting down at the table to finish his homework, pretending not to notice while Andrew goes back to his own silent plotting.

Andrew's phone buzzed. With a single glance, he stood up and walked over to Neil. He didn’t bother slowing down, his hand outstretched, already expecting what was coming. Neil, without a word, pulled a stack of cash from his sleeve. Andrew snatched it without missing a beat and was out the door in seconds.

Neil returned to his homework, unfazed, as if the whole exchange hadn't just happened.

Nicky scoffed at Andrew leaving like that. Neil just smiled to himself.

Later that night, Andrew returned to the apartment. Everyone else was already in bed, except for Neil, who had fallen asleep at his desk again. Schoolwork was piling up, and Kevin had threatened to bench him if his grades started slipping.

Andrew walked over, noticing Neil still resting his head on the desk.

Neil: Did you see it? [Rubbing his eyes]

Andrew: [flatly with no expression] yes, it will be done next week. Although someone sold me out to coach so, Bill will get it done with no issue. 

Bill was a gearhead in Palmetto's engineering program, and he owed Andrew a favor. Andrew had already made sure to call it in.

One week later 

It’s late at night, and the dorm is eerily quiet as usual. Neil hears the soft sound of footsteps and the creak of a door. He sits up in bed, instantly alert, and sees Andrew slipping out. 

Curiosity especially when it comes to Andrew gets the better of him, and he follows, careful to keep his distance.

From the shadows, Neil watches as Andrew bends down to pick up a box left at the door. The label reads: “To Andrew. Happy cosplaying.” Neil’s eyes narrow in amusement. 

Andrew unsheathes one of his knives and without missing a beat, he slices through the tape and opens the box. He reaches in and pulls out a gleaming, mechanical gauntlet, its design unmistakable. 

As if sensing his presence, Andrew raises two fingers without turning around, motioning Neil to come over. Neil freezes for a second, realizing Andrew had known he was there the whole time. He walks over cautiously, his heart beating a little faster, but Andrew doesn't seem upset.

Andrew: [calmly, without looking up] "You're terrible at sneaking."

Neil stays silent, watching intently as Andrew slips the gauntlet over his forearm, adjusting the fit with practiced precision. He takes the knife he used to open the box and with a soft click, locks it into the gauntlet’s mechanism.

Andrew tests the motion, flexing his wrist. In a swift movement, the blade ejects, extending with a soft hiss. Neil can’t help but be impressed as Andrew stabs the box a few times, his strikes fluid and precise, just like an assassin from the game Nicky had been playing.

Andrew: [still focused on his work] "It’s not for cosplay."

Neil watches the blade retract with a soft click. Andrew finally glances at him, his expression unreadable.

Andrew: [deadpan] "Keep staring, and you’ll find out exactly how sharp this is."

Neil: [smirking slightly] "I’ll pass."

Andrew retracts the blade and stabs the box again, more out of habit than necessity. The blade moves with lethal accuracy with each strike 

Neil: “You’ve been practicing.”

Andrew: [calm, flat tone] “Some things don’t require practice. Just... intent.”

Neil leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Andrew’s movements. He stays quiet, his own thoughts churning, but he’s careful not to break the fragile stillness.

Andrew retracts the blade, letting the silence hang heavy between them for a moment.

Andrew: [finally turning, meeting Neil’s gaze] “What?”

Neil: [shrugs, unbothered] “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Andrew: [raising an eyebrow, with a hint of challenge] “Good luck.”

Andrew says nothing, continuing to toy with the gauntlet, but Neil catches the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. He steps back, giving Andrew his space, but now he knows he is enjoying the hell out of that. 

[ponstermenis-writing]

✩I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS✩

Ponyboy Curtis & Everyone Darbit, Johnnyboy

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Pony considers himself to be pretty independent.

He doesn’t need the gang to get by—but god does he want them.

He had been surrounded by people his whole life—the sad, lonely days of college were really starting to burn a hole in his chest.

He was sure that when he decided to become an author, he’d meet people like him. But everyone here are rich, better-than-thou folks who think that he’s just some little Tulsian hood rat.

It doesn’t help that he’s already written an incredibly successful book—he doesn’t want to say it’s a jealousy thing, but he’s certainly received a few comments from his fellow peers about it being the only reason he got in.

He didn’t fly down last year. He couldn’t.

Money wasn’t even an issue anymore, ‘The Outsiders’ made him enough money to never have to work again. But with all the new schoolwork, he seriously couldn’t make it happen. School had been easy for him when he was younger, he’s not used to struggling in his favorite subject.

And, as much as he hates to admit it, he misses his friends so much it hurts. They all poked fun at him that he wouldn’t be able to handle being alone for the first time in his life. At first it was great—he finally got the silence he so craved. But then it got too silent.

He missed coming home to see Soda and Steve wrestling on the floor, Darry cooking something mouthwatering for dinner, Dallas and Two-Bit poking fun at each other until that eventually devolved into a wrestling match as well, Johnny quietly talking to him while the TV plays football games in the background.

He missed seeing Darry’s work boots by the door, Soda’s clothes strung up around the room, Two-Bits spill stains on the couch, Steve’s cards all over the floor.

He still stayed in close contact with them.

He and Johnny called almost every night—Johnny could never go to college. Partly because of money—he made sure to give Johnny a decent sum from the book sales—and the fact that school was never easy on him. It helps that he needs someone to help push him around in a wheelchair when his crutches become too much.

So he liked to hear about it, always asking Pony what he’d done that day.

He called the gang as a whole every Saturday, pretending he didn’t feel lonely the second they hung up.

He didn’t plan on coming back this year either. He wanted to, he really really did—but he didn’t like when the gang treated him like a baby. He wants to prove that he doesn’t need them to have a good time.

The idea wasn’t put into his head until Darry called him late on a Wednesday night, December 19th.

“Darry? Is everything alright?” He asks, sitting up. “Yeah, everything’s alright.” Darry says—Ponyboy can hear the sad smile in his voice.

“I was just, uh, wondering—“ Darry begins. Ponyboy can’t help but think he sounds nervous. “Are you coming home for the holidays this year? We’ve all been missing you.”

Ponyboy sucks in a sharp breath. “I…” he mutters, leaning back against his headboard. “Look Darry, I’d love to. I’m just—“

“Too busy?” Darry interrupts. He can hear the sadness in his voice—the way his throat catches at the end of his sentences, even if he phrases it like a tease. God , he already felt horrible about staying in New York—this certainly isn’t helping.

“I’m really sorry Darry.”

“It’s alright, Baby, I get it.” Darry tries desperately to hide his own sadness. “ Shit —you aren’t a baby anymore, huh?” A pause “How’s it up there? Lots of parties?”

Darry never got to go to college. Ponyboy almost felt bad telling him that he got in—he thought Darry would be upset—Jealous, maybe.

But he wasn’t.

He was so happy he cried for hours, telling him how proud he was and hugging him til’ he couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah Dar, Lots of parties.” Ponyboy smiles to himself. He knows he’s lying—but he knows how badly the gang wants him to have the time of his life. He’d hate to disappoint them.

“The guys really miss you.” Darry whispers when they get too silent. Ponyboy feels his eyes get wet—wondering if they feel betrayed that he’s leaving them. Johnny had refused to talk to him for a month after last year because he was scared Pony didn’t want to see him. “I do too, obviously. It's been real different without you here.”

“I know Darry.”

“Johnny, Dal, and Two-Bit got an apartment together, y’know? Soda’s been saving up to move out too.” He keeps going. Pony bets he’s not even trying to make him feel bad—he just wants to stay on the phone with him. “They were gonna try and fly up to you, but they won’t let Johnny on a plane for another year or two. They’re scared the pressure will break him, or somethin’.”

“Impossible.” Ponyboy lets out a wet laugh, trying to hide his own tears.

He never wanted to upset any of them—but what if it’s all different now? What if he comes back and everyone’s got used to him being gone? What if… what if the home he aches for isn’t there anymore?

“I won’t keep you too long, I was just curious.” Darry says finally.

Something about that breaks him. Darrel, his older brother that he used to follow around like a lost duckling, is worried about annoying him.

Their father used to say that one day they’d all be annoyed by him, that he wouldn't be cool anymore and they’d all grow up without him.

Is that how Darry feels?

“Well, uh, what I meant to say earlier before you interrupted me,” Ponyboy says, remembering Darry’s earlier comment about being too busy. “Is that I was just having a bit of trouble finding plane tickets. Y’know with all the snow.”

“You’re joking.” Darry says—he can hear the hope in his voice. “You’re coming this year?”

“Of course I am! Last year was just a fluke—I can’t have you all spending Christmas without me, can I?” Ponyboy can't help but smile when he hears Darry’s hearty chuckle. Darry had always been pretty stoic—he had to be, being the oldest—but now he was happy it was leaking through the receiver.

“Oh, the boys will be so happy.” Darry says, smiling so wide that it can be heard in his voice. “We’ll do everything we used to, yeah? It’s supposed to snow on Christmas Eve.”

“Sounds great, Darry.” Ponyboy says, smiling so wide that it hurts his face. “This is gonna be great , I promise. I—I gotta tell them, I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you.” A pause. “I love you Darry, I’m excited to see you all again.”

“Love you too, Baby.” Darry smiles.

Ponyboy’s smile doesn’t fade even after they hang up. He fully intends on keeping his promise—so much so that he immediately pulls out his laptop and checks for tickets.

Because it’s so close to Christmas, there aren’t many left. Not cheap ones, anyway. He finds a 4-hour no-stop flight to an airport an hour away from Tulsa. He gets a seat before he can even think, taking a photo and sending it to the group chat he has with the gang.

Johnny calls him a minute later. Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, grabbing his phone from his bed and answering.

“Are you serious? You’re coming!? This isn’t an April fools thing, right?” Johnny asks the moment he answers, so excited that he’s sure the boy would be kicking his feet if they weren’t so hard to move.

“Yes, Johnnycakes, I’m coming home.” Ponyboy says, smiling. “I assume you’re excited?”

“Are you kidding? I’m fucking thrilled!” I can hear Two-Bit tease Johnny about watching his mouth from another room. “You gotta see our new apartment, its tuff.”

“Of course, John.”

“Anyway, I’ll leave you alone. I just had to make sure you weren't messing with us.”

Ponyboy frowns. “You think I’d do that?” He can hear Johnny falter, make an odd sound. “Well, I mean, not really—cut me some slack! I went from seeing you everyday to not seeing you ever .”

“Yeah?” Ponyboy laughs. “I’m gonna spend so much time with you while I’m down there, you’ll be begging me to leave.” He hangs up before Johnny can retort, laughing at the frantic texts Johnny sends after claiming it’s not possible and how dare he suggest such a thing.

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The day of his flight, the 21st, he couldn’t help but feel giddy. He’d be in town until January 1st—giving him a great big amount of time to catch up with the gang. He steeled himself for the four hour long flights—he brought gifts and candy along with him, he ended up eating 90% of the chocolate.

He made sure to update the guys of where he was. They had all gotten up at 7 in the morning to call him. Luckily Oklahoma is only an hour behind New York—so he won’t have to struggle with jet lag.

He sat down—sadly he had booked a middle seat, but the person next to him didn’t end up showing and they couldn’t find anyone to replace them. An old man sat next in the window seat, he read silent for most of the flight.

“Are you visiting anyone?” He asks, lifting his head from his book. “Uh—Me?” Ponyboy askes, glancing around. The man chuckles. “Yes, you.”

“I’m uh… I’m visiting my brothers and friends.” Ponyboy replies. “What about you?”

“My son.” The older man smiles, closing his book to look at him. Ponyboy suddenly realizes that he’s missing an eye—two of his fingers amputated too. “It’s good to see young kids like you still care about their families.”

If only he knew.

“Y-Yeah, are you uh… excited to see your son?” Ponyboy askes, not wanting to linger on the comment for too long. “Very.” The older man smiles, looking hopeful. “He’s got a family now, I can’t wait to meet them.”

God… is he seriously going to cry over some old man he doesn’t know?

“I hope it goes well.” Ponyboy smiles, glancing awkwardly at him. The man smiles, holding out his hand—the one with all of his fingers intact—too shaken. “Marty.” He says. “Ponyboy.” Pony answers.

The man’s eyes widened just a bit. “Ponyboy Curtis?” He asks. Ponyboy nods. “Have you ever written a book, by chance?“ the man askes. “Uh—Yeah, I have. Why do you ask?”

“My granddaughters just love your book” the man says, pulling a gift bag out of his carry-on and pulling two copies of The Outsiders from it. “They love it so much that they’re to collect every cover.”

Ponyboy can’t help but smile. He’d never even see this cover of his book—sometimes he forgets just how many people love it. “I can sign them, if you’d like.” He says—he doubts he’s famous enough for it, but he has a feeling the man wouldn’t ask even if he wants him too.

“My—that would be lovely!” The man beams, pulling a pen from his bag. “You don’t understand how much this’ll mean to them, I’ll be the cool grandpa for the rest of my life.”

Ponyboy feels his heart swell with warmth. The man kind of reminds him of Darry—so stoic but so loving. He puts both of their names on each one before handing them back, smiling gleefully. “I hope they like it, sir.”

“They’ll love it,” the man smiles, tucking them carefully back into the gift bag. “We need more young kids like you out there, so kind.”

Ponyboy can’t help but smile, nodding. “I’ve been surrounded by good people my whole life, I think that helps.”

He and the man talk the rest of the flight—Pony’s not a big fan of flying, so it actually helps. Marty seems to be very well-versed on the topic of The Outsiders. He asks about Johnny, Dallas, Darry, Soda—he asks about small details, tells Ponyboy stuff his niece wondered about.

Ponyboy finds himself opening up, he tells the man the answers to everything. Apparently, Marty used to be a general. He’d lost his fingers and eye when his own gun backfired on him, only the hope of seeing his son again kept him alive.

By the time the plane landed, Ponyboy considered himself to have a new friend. Marty was let off before he was, he’s in a wheelchair too. Marty wishes him a Merry Christmas, Ponyboy tells him to say hi to his granddaughters for him.

The second that he was gone, Pony immediately tore his phone from his pocket. He texted the guys that he’d get off soon. Darry immediately responded that they were waiting for him at the gate.

Anxiety started to set in. He’d hadn’t seen them in person for over a year—what if he didn’t recognize them? Ponyboy knows his appearance has changed—his hair is back to its old length, his hair is brown all the way through again. He’s taller now too—he might have Darry tied (finally).

He takes a deep breath before stepping off of the plane, slowly walking out. He’s halfway through searching when he sees someone running at him. It takes him only a second to recognize Johnny—he’s got his crutches, practically toppling on top of him when he goes in for a hug.

“Ponyboy!” He cries, pulling him in tight. He’s certainly gotten stronger—a bit taller too, not enough to beat anyone in that gang, but enough to at least be noticeable. Ponyboy drops his things and hugs him tight—he makes sure to lift Johnny slightly off of the ground so he doesn’t have to use his legs.

“Hey, Johnnycakes!” Ponyboy smiles, burying his face in the boy’s hair. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Jesus, Johnny—let him breathe a little!” A deep voice calls. Ponyboy glances up.

“Dallas!” He smiles, seeing the blonde walk towards them. He hasn’t changed much—he’s a little bulkier and definitely got a bit taller too. The ends of his ultra-blonde hair is dyed red and his brown leather jacket is swapped out for a deep purple sweater.

“Hey, kid.” He smiles, picking Johnny’s crutches up from the floor. “I’m twenty-two, Dallas—I’m no kid.” Ponyboy groans, letting Johnny out his arms reluctantly. Dallas helps Johnny get his crutches under his armpits, just chuckling at him.

“If I gotta be a kid forever, so do you.” Johnny says, pushing himself to stand. “Shit, the gang’s gonna cry when they see ya’. You’re growing up on us.”

Ponyboy can’t help but laugh. It’s a miracle to him that Johnny’s twenty three, going on twenty four. Dallas himself just turned 25–a fact that he is very proud of. Johnny doesn’t look much different—the burns going up his neck have mostly healed, and all the internal things stunted his growth quite a bit.

“Wish I could say the same about you two.” Pony laughs, picking his bags up from the ground. Neither of them have really aged much—All Dallas has is deeper frown lines and eye bags, but he’s always had those.

“Ha-fucking-ha.” Dallas bites, rolling his eyes. “Just because you’re grown now doesn’t mean I can’t clock you.”

“Down doggy.” Johnny chuckles, leaning on him. “He just got here.” Johnny got a little more talkative after the fire—he’s less scared of everything too, he pokes fun at the guys just as much as Two-Bit does now.

“Yeah, I just got here.” Pony repeats, giving Dallas a soft punch on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Glad you came back, man.” Dallas can’t help but smile. “Two-Bit is trying—and failing—to find a parking spot, we better get out there before he has an aneurysm.”

“Oh, god. Why would you do that to him?” Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, following the other two around the airport. “He deserves it. I’m not driving that piece of junk around this place.” Dallas shrugs, letting Johnny hop up onto his back and carrying him the rest of the way through.

They find Two-Bit just outside of the parking garage, his rust-bucket truck sitting beside him. He runs up and hugs Pony hard enough to lift him into the air. He’s grown a lot, actually—he used to be the third shortest, after Ponyboy and Johnny, but now he’s well on his way to being the same height as Steve was. Some of his old chub has turned into muscle—he helps out at the fire station when he needs extra cash. But he’s still the freckly redhead Pony remembers.

“All my babies are growing up on me!” Two-Bit cries in mock sadness, pinching all of their cheeks. “I’m a year younger than you, asshole.” Dallas groans, letting Johnny off of his back.

“I’m hearin’ a lot of goo-goo-ga-ga coming from this direction,” Two-Bit teases, pointing his finger at Dallas—he definitely tries to bite it, barely missing. “Respect your elders!”

Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, throwing his things in the trunk. “You guys haven’t changed a bit.”

Two-Bit flexes his arm, smirking. “Oh, yes I have , my boy.” He says proudly. “Wait till you see Darry, he’s like… a whole different person. He smiles now.” Two-Bit jokes, saying it like Darry smiling is some sort of legend.

That reminds him. Two-Bit and Darry started dating some time after Pony moved out. It was a shock to all of us—especially with how much Darry talked about settling down with a girl and having kids of his own. Steve was the first to make a joke about Two already looking pregnant.

“Bet you love that.” Ponyboy teases, poking Two lightly. The redhead smiles dreamily, pretending to swoon. “So very much.” He says, leaning back against his car. Someone honks at him and it’s clear that they’re in peoples' way. They stop immediately upon seeing Johnny’s crutches, giving them enough time to throw themselves inside and start it up.

Two-Bit and Dallas sit in the front while Johnny and Pony reside in the backseat. Johnny immediately wraps his arms around him the second he’s sitting—Ponyboy has to buckle the boy’s seatbelt before he forgets.

“Safe to say I was missed, huh?” Ponyboy laughs, hugging Johnny back. The two of them had always been extra close—now that he was back he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to leave again. “Very much.” Two-Bit chuckles, glancing back in the rear view while Johnny peppers kisses on Pony’s cheek.

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The drive back was spent catching up—Pony was happy to know that things had been going well for them too.

Dallas got a full time job at Bucks—he no longer had to risk getting hurt at the rodeo, though he still went sometimes. Johnny works as a tattoo artist now—he’s aware of that already, but he didn’t know that he actually specializes in tattooing over scars and incorporating them. When he doesn’t have a client, sometimes he’ll help out at Buck’s for extra cash. Two-Bit started at a dinner just outside of their building—but most of his time was spent helping out at the fire station (who all love Johnny very much, apparently).

Getting home was the most nerve-wracking part. Steve is out of town for the day to visit his mom—But Darry and Soda stayed home to set up the house for him. They hadn’t touched his room since he moved out, but they wanted to go all out with the decorations because they both know he loves it.

Pony is halfway through getting his things from the truck as he’s tackled to the ground. Thank god there’s snow, or he’d have a damn concussion!

“Ponyboy!” Soda screams, loud enough to hurt his ears. “Oh my god, look at you! You look so grown, little man!” He says, pulling Pony’s cheeks and smiling down at him. “Hey Sodapop.” Ponyboy chuckles, reaching up to hug him.

Soda’s changed quite a bit. He was in the military for a long while—he quit after a close encounter with death. It left a pretty deep scar going from his chin to his temple on the other side. He doesn’t let it get to him—claims he gets even more girls cus’ he’s all mysterious now. He’s bulked up a little and his muscles are fading—but he still looks handsome as ever. His hair is just as blonde as it always was.

“Jesus, get off before you suffocate him.” Dallas chuckles, toeing Soda’s side with his boot. Soda rolls off, pulling himself to his feet. “Sorry, Pone. ‘M just so happy to see you!” Soda smiles, helping him grab his things. “I’m happy to see you all too.” Ponyboy can’t help but smile his wide, toothy grin.

When he glances up, he sees Darry leaning in the doorway.

Darry doesn’t look too different—he looks older, bigger… but aside from a bit of salt and pepper in his hair—which definitely came early from shitty genes and the constant worrying—he's still Darry.

Ponyboy gives him the tightest hug he can manage–he's only been home for a minute and they’re both already holding back tears.

As he walks back into the house—his house–and into the living room he remembers, sitting down on the old leather couch he used to do his homework… he wonders why he ever worried about coming home.

[beddybites]

Ghost?

Are you okay?

I’ve noticed your absence as of late, and I’m starting to get worried.

I’m sorry if I’m just overreacting, but I would like to know if you are alright.

hi there! thank you for checking in on me, and im so sorry for worrying you!

i am okay, just very busy and fighting off some demons (sickness, mental health, schoolwork, etc)… hopefully i will have more art for you guys soon!!!

[deluwoo]

Part 1 of ???: You, a kitten, and a boy

pairing ▸ joshua x gn!reader genre ▸ fluff, slow-burn, mutual pining warnings ▸ school, malnourished animal (kitten) wc ▸ 674

kyrin's notes ▸ I'm planning to make this a multiple part series, but i'm not too sure how many parts i should write. Let's just see where you and Josh's story goes! pls enjoy :>

It was an overcast day. The sky was gray and the air was cool and heavy. You were walking home from school when you saw a kitten, lying down on the bench at the bus-stop. You could see its ribs, its stomach bloated with worms and fleas all over its fur. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. Before continuing on your way, you gave it a bit of the luncheon meat you weren’t able to eat and some water.

The next day, on your way home, you noticed that the kitten was still there. Luckily, you had some food to give it, so you gave it your leftovers and some milk. Day by day, that became your routine. On your way home, you would leave some food and water for the little kitten. Until that day. Waking up late, you forgot to pack lunch, so you just ate the food from the school canteen. Of course, the servings weren’t very big; that’s why you had to pack your own lunch everyday. While walking home, you were feeling bad for not being able to give anything to the kitten, until you saw him.

He was feeding the kitten. You had seen him at school before, you were even in the same batch. Racking your brains, you tried to remember his name. Joshua. That’s it. The shy boy who sat a row in front of you, to the right. Come to think of it, you’d never really heard him talk, and here he was, petting and feeding the kitten you’d come to consider your own.

Joshua didn’t even seem to notice you, engrossed as he was with making sure the kitten ate. That is, until you accidentally stepped on a twig, catching his attention. He suddenly looked up at you. In that moment, you couldn’t help but think of how much like a deer trapped in headlights he looked. Fortunately, his bus arrived and he hurriedly climbed onto it. The very next day, you saw him at school. Of course, like always, you ignored each other. Although, today felt slightly different. Before, when you ignored each other, it was always because both of you were busy with your respective friend groups, or schoolwork, or other things. Today, however, you found it surprisingly difficult to ignore him. You really wanted to talk to him for some reason. What would you guys even talk about? You don’t know his interests, and he doesn’t know yours. So, you went on with your day. Good thing you remembered to pack your own lunch today, so you can feed the not-so-skinny-anymore kitten. 

As you were changing your shoes, you felt your friend tap your shoulder. “What?” You asked.

“Why’s Joshua coming here? We don’t even talk to him.”

You looked up, and there he was, awkwardly making his way to you. You stood up fully and lifted your eyebrow. When Josh stopped in front of you, neither of you could keep eye contact. Then you heard his quiet, kind sounding voice. “Good thing you remembered to bring extra food today. I noticed you forgot yesterday, so I fed the kitten for you.” What? “Oh. Um, yeah. Thanks for yesterday, I guess.” You reply, slightly confused.

You notice his ears reddening and he quickly goes back to his friend group. “What was that??” Your friend asks. 

“I don’t know either, to be honest.” You reply.

That awkward (and admittedly adorable) interaction told you a lot. He knows you feed the kitten everyday, he knew you forgot your lunch yesterday, and he knows you made sure to pack lunch today. 

You shake your head and get on with your day. When you get to the bus-stop, you feed the kitten, like always. You can’t help but think of Joshua. How did he know that you feed the kitten everyday? He noticed that… he noticed. Before now, you were always a passive presence in each other's lives. But now, you're finding it a bit hard to keep him out of your head.

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