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ichangedmycornyahhname · 2 years

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Aged up!Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw ahead | A bit of angst I guess? | Ao'nung cheating 💔 but not on Y/N lol. | Cunnilingus, choking, etc. (This isn't proofread at all y'all so.)

Summary: Reader has always had an on and off thing with Ao'nung, however with him now being in a relationship she decided to back off. Of course, when Ao'nung comes to her asking for relationship advice, how could she ever decline? (Y'all this is a mini fic, and my first. So bare with me).

Y/n's always had a thing for Ao'nung, that was the truth plain and simple. However, no matter how hard she tried to get the man to notice her, he never seemed to care. This was further amplified once he met Zilíey, a young hunter. While she had to admit the girl was beautiful, she couldn't help but wish the two of them would trade places. This longing for him wasn't getting her anywhere, so, she did the next best thing. Found a distraction.

Weaving with her mother was the next best thing. It took her mind off of the young Metkayina warrior, and gave her new fashions to try out. Gently thread the cloth together, humming quietly as she fiddled with a new design. Her mother sat across from her, her much more skilled hands working more efficiently. Today seemed quiet, uneventful. The sun glared through the curtains of her home, lighting up her work area and allowing for better visuals.

"You're getting better at that." Her mother spoke, a proud smile on her face.

Y/N could only chuckle in response, rolling her eyes at her mother's sudden praise. Though she did appreciate her examination of her work. "I did learn from the best" Y/N complimented, returning her mother's smile with one of her own. The two continued to converse until-

"Y/N? I need to talk to you. Please.."

The young woman's ears perked up at the sound of her name, and a familiar voice. Well, almost familiar. She almost couldn't tell it was Ao'nung because of the scratchiness of it. Her stomach flipped, her eyes flickering to her mother and back to the man. Her mother only nodded, waving Y/N away in dismissal.

With a 'hup', Y/N stood from her small cushion, now stumbling over to her pleading friend. "Ao'nung what's the matter?" The woman muttered, as she took in his appearance. He looked tired, and stressed. Unlike his usual snark and sass. The man sighed, leaning forward to allow his head to fall onto her shoulder. "Zilíey..she's stressing me the hell out. She knows I'm no good with this romance stuff. You gotta help me out." He turned his head enough to catch a glimpse of Y/Ns face, taking in her big eyes and familiar na'vi features. He could tell she was thinking, though he wasn't sure what about.

"Well, maybe try holding her hand. Or kisses. Maybe a gift." She listed as she gently pushed his head from her shoulder. It felt wrong, like she was crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed. Yet she loved it, burned for it. Just to have him hardly touch her made her knees buckle with anticipation. "What exactly is she wanting?" Ao'nung thought for a moment, pondering on your question before finally coming out with it. "Okay, well. She likes shells. Colorful ones."

"Great, then we'll start there. Let's head to the beach." Though not as enthusiastic, Y/N held a smile. Ao'nung agreed with, and soon they made their way down to the beach. Shells always washed up on shore, coating the sand with vast colors. She picked at the shells, digging and searching for the perfect one. And trying her best to distract herself from the boy near her. Ao'nung watched closely from over her shoulder, his breath grazing her skin. She almost shivered at the feeling, her self control beginning to fall to shambles. Only him. Only he did this to her. She glanced over her shoulder, curiosity getting the best of her. It was truly a mistake. Their eyes froze, glued to one another as the sun beat down on their blue skin. His eyes shimmered in the light, hues of green and blue blending like the sea.

She carefully analyzed his features, her eyes fluttering along his face. It would seem he was doing the same as his eyes flickered down to your lips for only a milisecond. But a milisecond was enough for you to notice. Flustered, you attempted to stand, a random shell in hand as you did. "How about this hm? It has a pretty blue color." She stumbled over her words, hesitating with every flip of her tongue. Ao'nung didn't say anything. He simply gazed up at her from below, kneeling in front of her with a grin. His expression was odd, her familiar as if he was planning something devious. And that was exactly what he was doing. The man slowly stood, towering over her as his body barely grazed over her own. His thighs brushed up against hers, tickling her bare skin as he gazed into her eyes.

"You're such a generous person Y/N, never seeming to leave a person in need." He chimed, his face nearing her own. His nose brushed against hers, his breaths of sea salt fanning her face. Her breath hitched in her throat as she clutched at the shell within her hand. Her stomach churned with desire as Ao'nung teased at her, his hands gliding along the lengths of her arms. "It's been so long Y/N, I know you've missed this. Me. Us." He muttered as he leaned a bit closer. His lips were close enough to feel, but not quite kiss. They felt soft against her own, soft and searing. Searing with an indescribable lust.

"Ao, you know we can't..if someone sees.." She couldn't get the words out. Not when his hands glided along her waist, smoothing over her skin and bringing her body against his own. She couldn't believe it. He was really doing this now? In a relationship. She trembled, hesitant, nervous. Ao'nung on the other hand was rearing to go. "Then no one will see love." He spoke before his lips pressed against her, drawing her in like a bee to honey. Suddenly her self control went down the drain. Her hands found their way into his hair, grasping at anything she could as the two pressed against one another. The kiss grew heated, tongues gliding along one another as their need grew.

"Ao..please." Y/N muttered as his hands fell to her behind. He gave a light squeeze and she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist. Slowly his hands trailed to her mid thigh, keeping her steady as he parted from the kiss. "Please what pretty girl? Heh, I knew you missed me." He pressed his lips back against hers, a light groan leaving his mouth. As the heat grew, so did her arousal. She found herself rutting against the bulge beneath his loincloth. She whined into the kiss, desperate for more as he slowly turned and placed her onto the warm sand.

"Fuck..quit looking at me like that." He muttered as he gazed down at her. While Y/N had no clue how she looked, she assumed by his reaction it was enough to make him burst. Ao'nung groaned as he peppered kisses and bites along her neck and so on. He continued until finally he arrived at her pretty little loincloth. He glanced up through his lashes, grinning. "A new design of yours love? Hmm.." Just as she was about to answer, she felt a finger graze her slit. Eywa she hated him. Why did he have to be such a tease all of the time. "Ugh..if I would've known you were just go-ugh..gonna tease me..I would've done it myself.." Y/N hissed as he continued to rub at her slit through the cloth. Ao'nung only chuckled in response before pulling the cloth down at revealing your pretty pussy to him. He could only hum as he gazed down at it. "Just as pretty as always.." He muffled as he placed kisses along her thigh. Slowly he made his way to her heat, dipping his head down to gently lick the clit. She groaned, her eyes shutting as she allowed him to have his fun. Ao'nung continued this licking motion until her got bored, eventually bringing a finger or two in to play. His thick fingers curled within her, searching for that lonely spongy spot she loved of so much. As soon as he pressed against it a loud moaned echoed from her lips.

"Fuck! Ao'nung please..." He gently pinched her thigh at the pleas, only shaking his head as she jolted. "You're gonna cum first..got it? Now keep your legs spread." Y/N didn't bother arguing. Instead she allowed pleasure to overcome her, the woman's head falling back as he continued to work his magic. The combination of his tongue and fingers was a deadly one. She could already feel her orgasm arising. Of course, that was the plan. Ao'nung wanted to, no needed to see her cum. To see her pretty face curl up in pleasure as he fucked her through her high. Which he did. Y/N grasped as his hair, her head falling back as her thighs squeezed around his head. "Fuck..ao...s'too much please..." She whimpered as he continued to finger her. The way her nose scrunched was adorable to him, along with your thighs shaking around his soaked face. It was enough to keep a man going.

Eventually he halted his movements, removing his cum soaked fingers and licking the juices from them. They were almost as good as the source. He got onto his knees, kneeling in front of her as he pressed her legs to her body. "Ready love? Because I sure as hell am." He grunted as he allowed the tip of his swollen cock to grind against her just as swollen clit. Y/N only moaned in response, the overstimulation beginning to become too much. "Please ao...stop teasing!" She groaned, only to be interrupted by his cock slowly sliding into her soaked pussy. Suddenly she felt plump and full, the head of his cock brushing up against just the right spots.

"Fuck I almost forgot how tight you were pretty girl..you okay to keep going right?" Y/N nodded in response. Though Ao'nung was not satisfied with this answer. His hand slid up, grasping lightly at her throat. "I'm gonna ask you again. Are you okay to keep going?" He asked as he leaned closer, his eyes focusing in on her pretty face. "Yes yes, Eywa please just fuck me already Ao!" She grumbled before he began to thrust into her. Her walls feel warm and gummy around him, pulling him in with each thrust. He almost came right then and there. Huffs and puffs left him as he leaned back in for another kiss, this one being sloppier than the last. It was just like he remembered. Y/N had him completely pussy whipped, at the mercy of her and her only. He allowed his free hand to trail along her body, exploring her pretty figure as he sloppy thrusts began to speed up.

She could feel him tighten around him, sucking him in greedily as his hand slowly found its way to her already swollen clit. Eywa he loved her pretty little clit. The way it throbbed after his teased and teased her, until finally she burst all over. "Ungh..Your my pretty girl..all mine. My number one, don't forget that..." He muttered as both their highs neared. Just as Y/N was reaching her breaking point Ao'nung switched positions. He turned her onto all fours, slowly sliding his dick back in and continuing with the same quickened pace. His dick began to throb as the slapping of skin against skin began to ring out. "Eywa...cum for me pretty girl.." How could she not? With a groan she reached down, her fingers beginning to rub at her clit. It was coming, it was right there. Right at its peak, and Ao'nung could tell. He groaned as he placed a smack to her ass. The sudden impact caused her orgasm to shoot through her, leaving her writhing in pleasure as Ao'nung followed soon after. He pulled out at the last second, cum shooting out in spurts onto Y/N's pretty ass. Fuck he loved her ass. And her. Her especially. He sighed, low pants leaving him as he leaned down to place kisses along her shoulder blades.

The moment was peaceful and perfect, just as he had hoped for. Just as he had longed for. Until..

"Ao'nung?"

#aonung #avatar smut #aonung smut #avatar the way of water

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cray-cray-anime · 1 year

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How do you feel about the new voice actors for Camp Camp?

I...Really don't like them. Like Gwen, I don't know why the voice actor left, I know they say that the three got replaced for representation, but replacing Gwen makes LITERALLY NO SENSE since she's not even going to be in the new season!

And then for Max, I get it, again representation, but he's already such a character. Plus, Micheal still works for Rooster Teeth, so I feel like it would have worked better if he had at least done this episode, and THEN got replaced for the next season if they really had to, and they could say he went through puberty or something.

Nerris I can't really tell because she hardly spoke, but another issue I have with Gwen and Max's voice actors is that they sound like robots. It's like this is their first jobs voice acting.

I think for Max it's almost definitely because the new voice actor is TRYING to sound like Micheal, like really trying.....I don't think it's working.

Thoughts?

Tldr I don't think the VAs are necessarily bad and can be judged completely soley on this episode. Max new VA could do really well if he talked faster and tried less sounding just like Michael. Gwen sometimes sounds too nice and monotonous and sometimes nails annoyed and tired w shit gwen. Nerris sound definitely different but not bad when not scratchy. Recasting for representation reason is understandable but it threw everyone off w new voices after 4 seasons of getting used to these characters.

Edit: adding the video cos its crazy how it improved max talking at ×1.25 speed

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Hmmm well first I always think most important thing of a VA is being able to be expressive as the character. And then ofc there's if you look at that character you think this VA goes well w it.

Tho think especially hard to get used to the new VA when we've heard them for 4 whole seasons. Also i think this episode writing was also kinda awkward w the way the characters speaking or not expect the characters to say. Like for max

"Excuse me! Another betrayal"

"Woooooooow"

"Hear that, they love it. What would they do without us"

Actually someone mentioned max is talking too slow which makes it sound more off just like w that last quote.

You know putting max at faster speed at ×1.25 he sounds good like in alot of them! I'm wondering if they slowed him down or the VA really did talk slowly; so weird (I'm not over it)

Even went back for gwen on some parts and she could also talk a lil faster to sound better.

I think for max you are in somewhat right he's trying hard to sound like max, but i think emotion wise he does have potential if he just well wasn't trying hard to mimic "usual max". You can hear it especially when max annoyed like

"Nothing, I'm having a great time"

"Neil what did she just tell you to do"

"You have no idea how depressing that is do you. Don't worry kid you'll be happy at some point"

So i think as you said if the new VA just stops trying hard to mimic Michel (probably as you said excuse w puberty) I think he'll turn out well. (And if he talked faster lol)

For gwen oddly enough tho slightly different I don't think the va necessarily bad, I think in part it's the volume, like idk her volume is oddly consistent; I want her to be louder when she's pissed lol. I'm going back and someone mentioned she's sounds "too nice" and i think ye it doesn't sound in character sometimes in the episode.

Tho if she's not coming back it is odd to recast (unless it's a trick and she is coming back lol).

Tho yes it would make sense to at least keep the old va before kicking the new season but then thinking irl it's been years and who knows what they doing.

The only reason we can see is they change for representation and not to appropriate. Alot of conterversy around this, but personally I think the VA should match w characters ethnicity. Tho it can be alot harder to do like here where you already had the va for awhile and just now changing since now expected to sound the same.

As for nerris going back she sounds soooo different. She only talked twice.

One when the trio sat w her and dolph: different but not bad. Tho not typical "nerdy/dorky" voice.

And when everyone made fun of david: that i think was trying to mimic nerris "nerdy" (?) voice which made it sound off.

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witchhazelevesque · 1 year

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More Spider-Man!Leo HC's

@sugar-r-rush whoop I had a bit of writer's block on this but here's some more thoughts!

Okay SO

Lemme start with this Hestia idea

I love her and I've always thought she'd love Esperanza. I just thought of her having a place for demigods while I was typing that lol. But actually, that would make a lot of sense, because Hestia's always done what she thinks is right by her family even if others didn't understand her choices.

Plus, I think she'd play dumb if Zeus ever caught her, but like, she's got the mindset of 'pssh, what's my little brother going to do about it?"

Breaking the rules for her niblings :)

Anyway, she probably has multiple of these types of homes around the world, and she doesn't spend too much time there because she doesn't want to risk the other gods finding out about them. They're kind of like the Way Station and the Chase Base (side note, she also loves Magnus and Alex, it transcends pantheons), but normal houses.

So some kids stay long term, some just use it as a rest stop, it's all good. It's a nice little community where they're all demigods, but it's not about training and serving like the camps.

It's mostly a normal life, which is something Leo wants after the Gaea.

Well, somewhat normal.

IDK, maybe Piper joins him because she's also done with the demigod game and she loves her dad, but she doesn't feel that California is her home.

Something I've wondered about for a while is whether Leo ever got to visit his mom's grave. Did he get to go to her funeral? What was the situation immediately after the fire?

Either way, he hasn't been in years, if ever, and that's the catalyst for him returning to Houston. It's a clear, definable, concrete goal, which is anchoring him to reality since he's still getting over you know, dying. And even before that, he'd never had a moment to just. exist.

It terrifies him.

Piper does come with him at least for the beginning, and that is indescribably comforting.

Leo's tired, is the thing.

He's tired of the gods dictating his life, of needing their approval and their mercy.

But most of all, he's tired of running.

So he's not going to do it anymore.

And he goes back to the first place he ever ran from.

He doesn't bother with his biological family. He's long since learned what real family is.

He's got his real family with him when he sets the bouquet of sunflowers on Esperanza's grave.

Piper booked them a hotel, but when they're turning to leave, they spot a small figure at the end of the pathway.

Leo's demigod instincts tell him that this is not a mortal, but that they're also not in danger.

Hestia appears as an older woman instead of her usual child-like appearance, just to achieve that aunt look.

Leo's wary, though he doesn't think she's ever contributed to any of the problems he or his friends have had.

When he looks into her eyes, he's washed with this understanding of her approach to fire. It's nothing like what he's experienced. Hers is warm and comforting and protective.

But showing him that isn't what she's actually here for.

Leo wasn't expecting what she actually came for.

When she passes him the bundle of fabric, he stares down at it blankly.

The navy and gray wool and leather feels warm against his hands, and Leo remembers his mother wearing this, in pictures from photo albums of her youth, sometimes when she'd take him to the park on the rare days when it was cold enough for a jacket and nice enough to be outside.

He remembers her picking him up and holding him against her chest, remembers the slightly scratchy material of the wool, the smooth, cool leather, how it smelled of their laundry detergent and his mom's shampoo.

He lifts the garment to his nose and somehow, after all these years, it still smells exactly the same.

He doesn't even mind that he's crying, the sort where the tears well and flow seamlessly.

He's in a bit of a daze as Hestia asks them to join her for dinner. Piper puts a hand on his shoulder to get his thoughts, and he nods, because she just reunited him with a piece of his past that he never thought he'd see again.

The thought of wearing the jacket hadn't crossed his mind, so when Piper asks if she can help him into it, he takes a minute to process the question.

But he nods again, and when the weight of the jacket settles over his shoulders, he feels a comfort that he hasn't since the last time his mom smiled at him.

Leo can't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal that he didn't have to make himself.

It's odd.

It's… making him feel some kind of way.

The house Hestia brought them too is warm, in color, in atmosphere, in the way it’s lived in.

They both realize that other people must live here too, but no one else comes out, and Leo's relieved.

Eventually, Hestia brings up a topic Leo wasn't really expecting.

His mother's will was… a complicated matter, to put it lightly. She had started making more money than she expected in her career at the end, more than she had ever before, and the whole… spider situation could have changed the game in a ridiculous way, but the research was lost in the fire. Her assets were willed to Leo, but the rest of the family contested that, and with his age, the circumstances surrounding the fire, the accusations throw around, the company's shady business practices- well.

If Leo had had the choice, he would have picked having his mom back, and the money brought out the worst of his extended family. That he could at least understand, even if it disgusted him, but Rosa seemed bent on ruining any chance he had to stay with anyone he knew. Now that he's older, he can see she did it because she was grieving her sister, but Leo's not going to forgive her.

As the situation stands now, a large portion of his mother's assets were eaten up by legal fees, her contract with her company is a legal gray area and they took advantage of that to keep her research and inventions for themselves (maybe this could be part of a plot idk). "I'm glad to be made aware of this," Leo says, and he thinks he means it, this is all a lot to process. "But why were you involved?"

Hestia smiles sadly. "Money was always a violate aspect of the home," she says. "My sister had a hand in shaping your future, but she did not consider this matter. I believed it fell in my jurisdiction. I managed to save what was irreplaceable-"

Here she gestures to the letterman that Leo still hasn't taken off.

"-along with some other belongings of yours and hers. There is also a small amount of funds left that I have managed to retain for you. It is not much, but it will help you establish yourself should you choose to take that path."

Leo's familiar with the talk of paths and senses that there's more to discuss her. "As opposed to which other path?"

Hestia smiles, her warm eyes flickering.

She explains this house, how it performs the roles of the camps but doesn't focus on training but providing a safe place for demigods. "Not all are fighters," she says, and smiles almost wryly.

She gives them a tour of the place and it's... normal. It doesn't raise any of their alarm bells, which is such a nice change of pace.

The Valdez's were a special case for Hestia. Esperanza always understood what truly made a home. Hestia took notice of her even before Hephaestus did, and when Esperanza had Leo and they had their little family and home, it was a true beacon of everything Hestia valued.

So, it was particularly heartbreaking to watch it all fall apart. Esperanza lost her life, Leo lost what truly mattered, but the goddess couldn't let everything waste away.

Leo decides to stay, at least for a while, and he spends his days trying to unlearn his bad habits of pushing away his feelings. Hestia recommends a therapist who knows about the mythical world, and that starts to help Leo process his years of trauma.

I'm not sure where it could go from here, maybe he takes it slow but gets drawn into a different world of heroes, maybe it's a big plot or maybe he just wants to do good in small ways for his community.

#leo valdez #hestia pjo #piper mclean #esperanza valdez #pjo hestia #blood of olympus #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #riordanverse #rrverse

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4dtk · 3 years

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NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years

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I think I remember in a previous post that you were going to make a list about who is the most likely to purr the easiest and who is likely to never purr at all? Are you still going to do that?

I am ;)

In fact let’s put it here! I’ll go in order from number one purr to number zero along with some descriptions

Oak obviously. His head injury changes a lot of his personality from when he was classic sans. Oak is much more emotional now and doesn’t hide it as well. If he’s felling good and a loved one does anything remotely affectionate, he’s purring. He can’t help it and he’s stopped trying to hold it back ages ago. He’ll even purr at seeing favorite customers in the bakery on good days. His purr is low and raspy. It comes out in small bursts

Second best is rust purely because of how low his purr is. He purrs the same amount as third place but his is much louder. Rust sounds a bit like a mix between a cat and a cat engine lol. Any sort of affectionate contact from a loved one can turn on the purr, but he has to be in a pretty good mood already

Third is mutt. His purr is very gravely and can be mistaken as a growl if you haven’t heard it before. Mutt purrs just as much as rust when he’s around loved ones.

Fourth is, surprise surprise, papyrus! He beats basil because he tends to get attached to people faster so a friend/SO would hear his purr faster. His purr is surprisingly soft for a guy who’s so loud. Papyrus purrs whenever he picks his buddies/SO up. It’s very faint so you have to listen for it

Fifth is basil of course. His purr is really short and comes out in little bursts. And it’s from whenever a friend/SO hugs him or seeks him out for attention. They have to be alone though. Basil is too anxious to purr in public

Sixth is honey. He’s got the same purr as basil but it takes sitting in his lap or full contact cuddling on the couch to bring it out

That’s all the guys who pretty much purr super easily. The next bunch of guys are the ones where you have to work a bit to hear their purr.

Alright, seventh and top of the normal guys is butch! His purr is another deep one and slightly scratchy like he’s gargled gravel. Butch only purrs when he’s cuddling someone he’s attracted to.

After butch it’s cash. If he’s little spoon you might get a purr. His purr is kinda high pitched like a kitten

Then it’s mal. Sometimes he won’t be able to hold back a flirtatious purr at seeing his SO all dolled up. He likes they shinies. His purr is also higher pitched and a little breathy

After that is red. Only his child or SO gets to hear him purr, but he does it fairly often for them. It just happens randomly when he’s feeling particularly safe or content. His purr is exactly the same as rusts

For willow, he purrs only for a SO or on rare occasions, oak. Willows purr is also very soft but scratchier than papyrus’. And it happens most right before he falls asleep

Now sans. He purrs only when his SO pets his head but he has to be in a super good mood already. Sans purr is low but more whistly than raspy

Next is peaches. It takes a really long day of hard labor and coming home to a table full of his favorite foods lol. His purr matches sans

Now coffee: he purrs only for a SO and it’s almost always after a “fun time”. Or if his SO is really anxious and he’s trying to comfort them, his purr tends to naturally come out. His purr is super soft. You might not even notice if his chest didn’t vibrate as well

Bruiser purrs only for a SO or snipe. And it’s after seeing them laugh really hard at a joke of his. His purr is the same sound as slims funny enough

Edge purrs only for a SO or his child when they’re still an infant. His purr button is when he’s cooking and his SO hugs him from behind. He loves that. His purr sounds a bit like a growl and doesn’t really have a tone to it. Just that grinding noise

Noir is the exact same as edge except he might also purr during couch cuddles

Slim has a raspy smokers purr. He tends to purr during “fun times” or when his SO is flirting with him.

Sugars purr is light and short like a kittens. He also purrs during “fun times” but will also purr for little kids when they demand hugs. He’s cute

Pluto only purrs for a crush or SO. And only when his face is getting peppered with kisses lol. He has a light medium toned purr. It’s pretty short and comes in small bursts

Pop will sometimes purr when he’s taking a bath and the bubbles and scent just hits right. His purr is surprisingly low since he has a higher pitched voice. And it can go on for a really long time

These next guys are really hard to get to purr. It has to be pretty specific conditions and even then it still rarely happens

Star/lilac can both purr on command, but that doesn’t count since it’s a conscious decision. Their fake purr is adorable just like a baby kittens. Their real purr is lower and very long drawn out instead of short. Star and lilac only purr for a SO and only right before they fall asleep.

Charm will only purr for a SO and only if it’s one that he’s fully committed to. His purr is soft and almost hesitant sounding. He’ll purr when he sees his SO enjoying something he did for them and only when SO isn’t looking. Charm is shy about his purr

Lord only purrs for mutt or a SO that he might as well be married to. And you only hear it when he’s so tired he doesn’t even have the energy to be grumpy. Is purr is low and breathy

Rhythm will sometimes purr after seeing one of his students do really well in a competition. It has to be one of those kids who were in his studio since toddler years. His purr has a whistley quality and is pretty melodic

Rancher purrs only when he’s pretty much too tired to think, and his SO is being cuddly. It’s scratchy and really loud just like him lol

Boss will purr occasionally when he comes home and his SO is just so obviously happy to see him. He loves an excited greeting. His purr is like edge but an octave lower

G purrs only for a SO and it usually when they’re holding on to him on his motorcycle. So they’ll never hear it

Ace purrs only when he’s so exhausted he can’t keep up his mask. And it’s only for a long term SO, and on one rare occasion, snipe. His purr is airy but somehow really loud. You can’t miss it

Jupiter purrs when he feels especially accomplished or proud of an achievement. It has to be one of those long term life goals

Last is the three guys who almost never purr. Even a SO would only hear it a small handful of times

Green: his purr is very loud and long drawn out. He only purrs when he’s super excited over a new discovery. He’s also rather bouncy during this too

Wine purrs when he’s so completely exhausted but also just full of affection for his SO. He has to be completely comfortable as well. It takes some serious work to get him there. His purr is very soft and short. It’s only a touch lower than coffees

And last but not least is snipe. He only purrs when he feels completely safe, and only for his SO. Snipes purr is very smooth and almost sounds like a hum

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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hirhuuruhurr step bro shinsou with his sister that loveD him before but now doesn't because they all of sudden ignores him, hates him, and sneers at him if he looks, touches or talks to her, maybe he even brings up how when they were kids she used to love her big brother so much ahurhurhuiirurhurrr if hating shinsou would be a job stepsis reader would be the richest person alive hurhrurhurr😳

Prelude - idek what this is im so sorry man hope it doesn’t disappoint

Pairing - Stepbrother Shinsou X Reader

Prompt - Right at the top babeyy

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, dubcon, blowjobs, cunnilingous, full on NSFW

Music - I listened to https://youtu.be/N8aSrLda8_Q on repeat. Doesn’t really fit the one shot but It’s what I listened to so

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You were careful now, took precautions. You had a list of rules that you kept track of in your head, rules that kept you safe, rules that kept you sane. There weren’t many, but you clung to them nonetheless, let them be your mantra.

1. Never be alone in the same room. This one seemed easy. It was anything but. Always hovering and clinging to your mom had annoyed her after a while, and your dad was almost never home. But you managed the best you could. If you were in the kitchen and heard Shinsou say hi to your mom as he came through the door, headed for the kitchen, you would abandon ship. Leaving half-prepared food on the counters had gotten you in trouble a couple times, but you’d rather get scolded for a minute or two than get cornered by your stepbrother.

2. Always lock your door. Your mom didn’t understand why you broke down in tears when she denied your request to get a lock on your bedroom door. Thankfully, she backtracked, saying that if it was so important to you, dad would pick one up and install it that weekend. It made you feel better, even though you could never shake the feeling that you weren’t completely safe.

3. Don’t let him touch you. The most important of them all. No hugs, no high-fives. If you were sitting on the couch and Shinsou happened to sit next to you, you would immediately get up and move to a different seat. Your parents were oblivious, never questioned why. At the dinner table you started sitting next to your dad, where mom usually sat, instead of next to your stepbrother. Once again, your parents didn’t notice, though your mom had commented on your more-sour-than-normal moods multiple times.

She picked up on your refusal to be around your brother, how your face twisted into a frown whenever he got home from working at the carwash, the way you stiffened and got defensive if he was in the room. She chalked it up to a fight, siblings being siblings.

You wish it had been that simple.

It had been a fight, sort-of. You had tried to playfully punch him at first, when he dragged you to his room without telling you why. Shinsou probably just wanted to play video games or something, maybe he had gotten a new game and was excited about showing you?

But when he shut the door behind you two, he got rougher, grip tighter. He led you to the bed, asked you to sit down. You did. He asked you to suck him off, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

It was vague, you tried not to remember the details. You had hit him, punched him straight in the stomach, rising to your feet. He wasn’t expecting you to kick him between the legs. You weren’t expecting for him to hit you back, the force of his slap making you lose your balance, totter back and sit down heavily on the bed, face burning red. It hurt.

It didn’t stop hurting.

It hurt when he pulled your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. You didn’t want to taste it, didn’t want anything to do with it. You didn’t like the smell, his pubes were scratchy on your face as he rubbed his cock over your face when you refused to part your lips.

It hurt when Shinsou got tired of that, when he shoved you onto your back and straddled your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

It hurt when he pinched your nose, forcing you to open your mouth or risk passing out.

Tears were clouding your vision by the time he finished, lungs burning, heart hurting.

No matter how hard you tried to forget, the memory was still there, was always there; consuming, haunting you.

——

You could barely stand to look at him now.

The purple-haired man acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t forced his cock down your throat, as if he hadn’t violated your trust. You hated him. He would try to talk to you, ask you how school was going or if you wanted to go hang out at the movies. If yours parents were in the room, you always gave him a curt “No”, but if it was just the two of you, Shinsou asking you through the locked door of your room, his questions were met with silence. Your stepbrother didn’t deserve anything from you.

Weeks passed, with Shinsou trying to interact with you and your blatant refusal to even acknowledge his presence. He had tried to pull you into a hug one day, right after you had gotten home from class. You had just come through the door, turning to shuck off your shoes before heading up to your room when arms encircled your chest, pulling you back into a lithe body. It was suffocating.

The second you saw purple hair out of the corner of your eye, you were thrashing, twisting in your brother’s strong grip, wriggling out of his grasp. He had let you go, and you turned, rounded on him like a wild animal - teeth bared, eyes full of fear.

Shinsou was silent, looking at you with an indiscernible emotion in his eyes. The both of you were frozen, staring at each other, daring one another to make the first move. Your brother reached out towards you, hand headed toward your hair as if to push the messy strands away from your face. You slapped his hand away with a flat “Don’t you fucking touch me.”, but your wrists were suddenly pressed together, Shinsou’s large hands trapping them in an iron grip, pulling you towards him before you had time to blink.

It was scary, pressed up against your brother, wrists immobilized, the man looking down at you with furrowed brows. Was he angry? He had no right to be. Without thinking, you were biting on his arm, a exclamation of pain being cursed out by your brother. He let you go, cradling his arm to his chest and you bolted, taking the steps two at a time to reach the safety of your room. He didn’t try to touch you after that.

Shinsou lingered more often now. You knew the man would hesitate outside your door, hear his gentle, even footsteps falter, pause before moving on to his own room further down the hall. When you were drifting off to sleep, your doorknob would rattle quietly, clicking as it turned, as someone tried to open it. You knew it was Shinsou; your parents would knock and ask to come in. You were so grateful for the lock. Still, whenever the noise was heard, you froze, fear clenching your muscles and making you breathless. It was impossible to relax until the noise stopped, until you heard the soft sigh from the other side of the door, then retreating footsteps.

It was always hard to sleep after that. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

—— “Alright honey, you have our numbers, you know to call if anything comes up! I love you!”

You waved to your mom, biting your lip as you watched your parents pull out of the driveway, watched their car disappear down the road. They were going on a trip, something with your dad’s work. Mom figured it would be a nice little getaway if she went with him, take some time just for the two of them. You knew she also figured that it would give you and your brother to work out whatever little ‘squabble’ that had seemed to sour your relationship. She had told you so, told you that she knew how siblings could be.

“You two just need to communicate, tell him what he said or did that has you so upset. He’s a rational guy, I’m sure he didn’t mean to make you angry with him. I’m sure the two of you can work it out.”

If only she knew.

You wanted to tell her. But how does one start a conversation like that? “Hey, just letting you know! Your son forced me to suck his dick! It was awful lol.” Just didn’t seem appropriate. Neither did “Your son scares the bejesus out of me! I’m afraid he’s going to rape me lol, please help haha!”. You were so ashamed. And now you were going to be stuck with Shinsou, by yourself, for a full two weeks.

At least you still had school. You could stay in your room when you weren’t at school, maybe you could hang out at the library too? Anything to get out of the house, away from your brother.

Shinsou had work, and you knew the basics of his schedule. Knew he left before you woke up in the morning. Got back around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Was off Friday through Sunday. It should be easy enough to avoid him. He was gone right now, it being mid-morning on a Monday. Stepping back into the house, you took a deep breath, sinking down to a crouch after shutting the door. You could do this, stay safe, make it through the next two weeks without your parents around to act as a buffer between you and your brother.

—— You had just finished lunch, a simple affair of a crappy PB&J, and were sitting down to watch TV. There were some episodes of your favorite show that you wanted to catch up on, and now was the perfect time. Or, it would be if you didn’t hear keys rattling in the door.

A quick glance at the clock had you worried, the time being barely past 1. Shinsou wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Oh well, you figured you could just go hole up in your room, maybe work on homework or play computer games. As you turned off the TV, you heard the front door open, close, a soft grunt as Shinsou struggled to kick off his shoes.

Unfortunately, to get to the stairs you had to pass by the entryway, and the second you did, Shinsou noticed you.

“(Y/N), hey.”

You didn’t answer.

“I know you can hear me. Can I talk to you about something?”

He was following you up the steps, a menacing presence. “Shouldn’t you be at work? Leave me alone.” You were in the hallway now, socked feet padding softly as you quickened your pace.

“I’m getting two weeks off. I wanted to ask-“

“Why the hell are you getting two weeks off?”

You whirled around, bracing yourself in your doorway. If he tried to come in, you could slam the door in his face. But you wanted to know, why was he getting a vacation, especially now?

Shinsou had his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side as he shrugged. “I dunno…. Don’t really care either. But I was thinking, since mom and dad are gone-“

“I’m not doing anything, going anywhere, or talking to you. Stay the fuck away from me.” You cut him off, moving to shut the door, mind whirling as you tried to think how this impacted your ‘avoid-Shinsou-at-all-costs’ plan.

A foot stopped the door from closing, Shinsou grabbing the door with a hand and wrenching it open, out of your grasp. He looked frustrated, the small crease that showed up between his eyebrows when he was irritated was visible as you glanced at his face.

“Can you let me talk? You keep interrupting, it’s rude.”

“I don’t fucking care, let go of the door.” You grabbed the handle, tried to tug it shut. Shinsou wouldn’t let you.

“That’s another thing - you have such a dirty mouth. Didn’t anybody ever teach you that ladies shouldn’t swear? Your manners are atrocious.”

He was prying open the door, stepping inside, sneering down at you as he talked, voice low and full of venom. Small steps backward, you shot him a glare, staring into his stupid violet eyes. You hated him so much.

“Fuck off, what are you, an incel? Figures. Now get the hell out of my room.” Shinsou was scaring you, herding you further into your room. You wanted this conversation over, him gone, door closed and locked.

The man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or what? You’ll call mom? Dad?” Shinsou scoffed. “As if they’d believe you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Y’know, I really did just want to talk.” Shinsou continued, reaching behind him to swing the door shut, clicking the lock into place. You started breathing harder, short gasping breaths. “But you are just have to be difficult, don’t you? Always so disrespectful.”

He was stepping towards you, backing you up against your bed. This couldn’t be happening, you were starting to feel sick to your stomach, dizzy, unable to breathe.

“Shinsou, get out. Get the fuck out, right now.” You hoped you sounded less scared than you felt - but you knew your voice sounded small, could hear the waver of fear underneath each word.

“No. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now, not saying hi, not letting me hug you, sit next to you. I think you need to be taught some manners, need to learn a little respect.”

You were trapped now, legs pressed against your bed, Shinsou getting closer and closer. You couldn’t just sit there and take it like last time. A split-second decision and you were launching yourself to the side, trying to dodge around Shinsou, run to the door. If you could get out of the house, maybe you could convince your neighbors to let you stay with them.

Shinsou clotheslined you.

He fucking clotheslined you.

A choked yelp left your mouth as his arm slammed against your throat, the force causing you to stumble back, gripping at your throat. That was cheap. He was pushing you, shoving you onto your bed with almost no effort, his eyes boring into you, watching as your face turned red, eyes got puffy.

“Don’t make me hurt you, you know I can.”

“Shinsou don’t you fucking dar-“

“Shut up. Shut your stupid little mouth.” He cut you off, climbing onto your bed, hovering over you. He was breathing hard too, panting almost. “You need to be polite, be nice to your older brother. Stop cussing or else I’ll gag you, got it?”

Shinsou was grabbing your face, fingers digging into your jaw, the pressure too much for you to handle. There was no use fighting him. You nodded quickly, and he let go, leaning back. “Good. Now take off your shirt.”

Trying to think of a way out of this, you hesitated. The purple-haired man noticed. “Take off your shirt, or I’ll do it for you. Choose.”

With trembling hands, you removed your shirt. You hated him.

Shinsou was still sitting on his heels beside you on the bed, looking over your body, pleased. “Good girl. Now lay back, no no, don’t cover yourself. Lay down.”

You did as he asked, resting your back against the soft covers of your bed. You distantly realized you were going to have to throw out your bedding after this. There was no way you’d be able to sleep in it after this, even if you washed it.

Your brother stood, unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants while you arranged yourself, and you looked away. You didn’t want to see him, see what he had between his legs. Yeah, It had been in your mouth, but you tried to forget about that. It threw you off guard when hands hooked around the hem of your shorts, your head whipping up to see Shinsou fully nude, sliding down your shorts and panties in one fluid movement. You wanted to kick at his face, give him a black eye. You would, if you weren’t terrified of what he would do to you after.

The man climbed back on the bed, patted your face gently as he moved to straddle your abdomen. You closed your eyes before you caught sight of his dick.

“Shinsou, don’t do this. You can’t, I’m your sister. Please.” It was worth a shot, begging him to leave you alone, put his clothes back on and the two of you could pretend this never happened.

“Be quiet. Let me enjoy you and I’ll make you feel good too, alright?”

You flinched when you felt his hands (they were always so cold) grip your chest, push your tits together. When he spat on the space between them, you almost gagged. Eyes still closed, you could feel him position his dick, begin sliding it in-between your chest. It didn’t hurt, but your head did. You wanted to stop.

Shinsou groaned, thrusting picking up speed, his cock dragging smoothly between your tits like it belonged there. He was using his hands not only to squeeze your chest together, but to play with your nipples, running a finger or two around each one, occasionally flicking them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to admit it felt kinda good.

It didn’t take too long, Shinsou desperately humping against your chest and moaning, before warm cum was striped across your chest, some of it landing on your neck. He must’ve been pent up for while - when he made you suck him off he lasted much longer. With a sigh, Shinsou shimmied down your body, noticing your flinch when his cock brushed against your stomach.

“I’m gonna clean you up, then we’ll play some more, don’t worry.”

You hated him.

Your eyes opened when you felt his tongue on your chest, and you realized with disgust that he was licking up his own cum, watching your face while he did so. It was filthy. You tried not to shiver when his tongue laved over your nipples, or when he latched onto your throat, sucking with a gentle intensity that made your insides tingle.

Before you had too much time to feel guilty about that, He was moving again, getting off of your body. Hopefully he was done? As he rearranged himself on his side, pulling you onto your side to face him, it was clear that he wasn’t. Shinsou had his semi-hard cock in your face, had his own face nudging towards your thighs, towards your trembling pussy. This was so disgusting.

“Shin-“

He slapped your pussy.

You yelped when his hand came in contact with your cunt, making you buck away from the sensation. Well, at least, you tried to. His other hand had a firm grip on your thigh, kept you on your side facing him.

“What have I told you? Do I really need to shove something in your mouth to shut you up? Put me in your mouth, no teeth or I’ll do something you won’t like.”

With a frown, you obeyed, gingerly grabbing his cock and leading it to your mouth. You had seen a few dicks before, and luckily his wasn’t crazy thick, or long, or thin. Admittedly, he had a nice, normal dick, in perfect proportion with his lean body. You didn’t want to put it in your mouth, but you didn’t want anything to happen to your pussy.

His dick was wet with spit and cum from where he was fucking it against your chest, and you wanted to gag as you licked at the tip, shuddering when Shinsou groaned low in his throat. Before you could think about it too much, you shoved as much of him in your mouth as you could handle, wrapping your hand around the rest that couldn’t fit.

Shinsou’s hips bucked forward, and you almost did gag, not expecting it. But you regained your composure, began sucking gently at his dick like it was a ring-pop, cringing at the salty taste that lingered on the soft skin.

You could feel him lifting up your thigh, leaning forward. You jumped when His tongue began running over your pussy lips, slicking you up with his saliva. Your own hips twitched, trying to resist moving at the heavenly sensation of his tongue running through your folds.

He was moaning into your pussy, tongue fucking you. You could feel him smile whenever he coaxed a noise out of you - could feel the vibrations of each gasp or trembling moan on his dick as you did your best to suck him off. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep your hips still, much more so when his tongue slipped out of your opening and came to flick over your clit.

Embarrassingly, you almost screamed when he wrapped his lips around the little nub, sucking with vigor. It was too much, you had to draw your head back and let his dick slip out of your mouth to give you room to cry.

He kept humming while he sucked, and before you knew it, you were cumming, hands still clutched tightly against his dick while you trembled and wailed through your orgasm. It took a moment for the aftershocks to leave you, before Shinsou relented in his talented licking and sucking. He drew back, sat up - his fully-hard dick slipped out of your hands. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding onto it.

“Felt good, yeah? What do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

Still trying to come down from cloud nine, you weren’t really listening. You came crashing back down to earth when Shinsou reached forward, grabbed your jaw again, squeezing even tighter this time.

“What do we say? Tell me.” His was growling, irritated at your lack of manners. His grip was so tight that it hurt to open your mouth to reply, hurt to whisper out a stuttered “Thank you Shinsou.”. It hurt on the inside too.

Satisfied with you answer, your brother released your face, cooing as he again shifted on the bed. He grabbed you, flipped you onto your stomach, despite the way you whispered out soft “no, no, no.”’s as he did so. You had hoped he would be done after he came on your chest, had hoped he would leave after making you reach your own orgasm.

He was kneeling behind you, grabbed one of your legs and lifted it into the air, twisting your lower body so your hips were sideways. Shinsou lined his cock up with your pussy, not even letting you breathe before he began pushing in. It didn’t hurt, but you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He was gentle at first, your brother fucking you with care and a gentleness that had you crying. Why was he doing this, any of it? Why couldn’t he find someone else, anyone else other than his sister?

It started hurting when his pace picked up, his hips grinding into you quickly, skin slapping together lewdly. You tried not to speak, tried not to let the gasps and moans and whimpers leave your lips. Shinsou was likewise quiet, enjoy the sounds of your lovemaking with his eyes closed. His hands were still so cold, gripping your leg and holding it in the air, the other wrapped around your hip, lifting you so his cock could hammer into you at the perfect height.

He was fucking into you so fast, you couldn’t think, could barely breathe. It was impossible to hold on to the disgust, the revulsion that crawled up your throat when you remembered who it was that was working your pussy so well. It felt good, his cock sliding through the wet of your pussy, the friction smooth and delicous and -

You whimpered as you came, hands clawing at the sheets, writhing in Shinsou’s hold. Your brother didn’t stop, although he groaned when he felt your pussy clenching down on his cock, rhythmically massaging the length. Instead, Shinsou kept his fast pace, despite how you wailed and babbled and twitched, asking him to “Stop, stop! Shinsou, stop stop I can’t!”

“Remember what I said about manners?” His was panting hard, voice low. “You don’t get anything until you say please.”

“Please! Shinsou please, please stop! Please-“

He was still jackrabbiting into you, ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. Was he listening? You had said please.

“Shinsou! Please oh please I can’t-“ With a disgruntled huff (he was hesitant to leave your tight warmth), Shinsou pulled out, dropping his hold on your lower body. Within seconds, he had his hands around his cock, stripping it furiously over you, eyes never leaving your sweaty, heaving form.

“Say “Thank you Shinso”. Say it. Tell me how grateful you are.”

“T-thank you Shinsou.” You sniffed, trying not to sob. You knew he wanted you to say more, but that was going to have to be good enough.

The man groaned, his hips humping his cock into his hand before he squeezed his eyes shut, and he then was cumming. It shot out of his cock and onto you, over your hip and the flesh of your backside, his hips still working.

When he was finished, Shinsou collapsed onto your bed next to you, breathing hard.

“(Y/N)….” HIs voice cracked. “(Y/N).” He tried again. “You’re…. That was really good. Thank you.” He leaned towards you, placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. You shoved down the need to recoil from his touch.

You hated him.

#yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #I spell it Shinsou #not shinso #i'm sorry #tw noncon #tw dubcon #stepbrother #stepbro #step siblings #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #uhh idk tags

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kpopsickies · 3 years

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Happy New Year, have a skz sickfic

(this is going to be the last installment of the skz sick over christmas mini-series)

Sickies: Chan, Changbin, Minho, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Caretaker(s): Hyunjin, Minho, Jeongin

pairings: Minsung, 2chan, Jeongmin, Hyunlix

Minho p.o.v

“Morning Hyunjin”

“hey hyung, how are you feeling?”

“still got a bit of a runny nose, but besides that, I’m doing a lot better”

“have you seen Sungie yet this morning?”

“yeah, he’s still asleep”

“really? He’s usually awake by now”

“There is a pretty good chance I got him sick”

“what did you do?”

“we were cuddling last night, and he just looked so kissable”

*face palms* “of course you did”

“how is Felix?”

“this morning when he was making breakfast he sneezed so hard he smacked his head on the counter, so I sent him back to bed”

“so who isn’t sick?”

“me, Innie, and if you are feeling enough better, maybe you can help me take care of all of the dying people”

“yeah, I’ll help, I might have to take a break every once in a while because I’m still pretty tired”

“yeah that’s fine hyung, Jisung would kill me if you got more sick. “

“that’s very true”

“so, I was thinking the best would be Innie and I will take care of Seungmin, and Felix, then you with Jisung, and Chan, Bin was down here earlier, he’s still sick, but he said Chan is doing pretty bad, and we know that even if Binnie is sick he’s still gonna insist on caring for Chan.”

“ok, where’s Jeongin now?”

“he’s with Seungmin”

“do you want to check on them and I’ll check on 3racha?”

“alright”

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“Hey baby”

“you got me sick dumbass”

“I know baby, I’m sorry”

“are you hungry?”

“no, mainly just tired, did you feel this tired?”

“yeah, I was like always tired”

“I’m going back to sleep, how are Chan hyung and Binnie doing?”

“I haven’t check, but Hyunjin says that Chan hyung is doing pretty bad”

“probably because that idiot doesn’t ever frickin sleep”

“well obviously, maybe it’s a good thing he got sick because now his body is forcing him to sleep”

“about time, did I tell you that a few weeks ago he fell asleep, standing up, in the recording booth”

“am I even surprised? Not really no”

“seriously though, that boy needs to take better care of himself”

“well I’m gonna go check on him and make sure he’s resting”

“Ok, I’m gonna sleep”

“sleep well baby” I said kissing his forhead, and quietly shutting the door on my way out.

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“How’s it going in here” I ask softly as I entered 2Chan’s room. I was thankful that i had been quiet when I saw that Chan was asleep. Changbin pointed out the door and whispered, “we need to talk” I nodded and went to the hallway, I was met a few seconds later by a pink-nosed, glassy-eyed Changbin.

“How are you?”

“tired, like really tired”

“Sung said the same thing, besides that, how do you feel?”

“my head hurts a bit, and my throat is scratchy, but I’m way more concerned about Chan”

“what’s wrong?”

“he’s not getting better, I think he might have a sinus infection”

“it very possible, do you want one of us to go with him to the doctor”

“I want to go”

“Bin, you’re sick”

“I-heheshu-hecktch-hecktch- I’mb dot that sick, I wanna go with my boyfriend”

“I don’t think you can”

“please”

“I’ll ask our manager, but most likely not” I pulled out my phone and called our manager.

(I don’t feel like writing the conversation so I’m not going to)

“He said no, he’s just going to go with him, none of the members are going out in public with all of us this sick

“fine”

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(Time skip because I’m lazy, tired, and unmotivated af but I’ve procrastinated finishing this for three days already and it’s just chilling in my drafts lol)

Changbin p.o.v

“Bin, you’re boyfriend’s back”

I hurried to the living room where I saw our manager half carrying Chan into the room, where he gently lowered him onto the couch, I went over to him and let him curl up into me. I gently kissed his forehead.

I heard a soft whispered conversation going on between our manager and Minho and Hyunjin but I didn’t care. How could I when my boyfriend looks half-dead.

“Channie, baby, what did the doctor say”

“he said that I have a sinus infection, and a minor lung infection, and he said I’m lucky I came in when I did because he said it could have turned into pneumonia if I had waited much longer” he choked out before breaking out into a wet and painful sounding coughing fit.

I gently stoked his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. After finishing he gave a soft and tired sigh before curling back into my body. “ready for bed sweetheart?’

“yeah” he whispered. I scooped him and and bridal-style carried him to our room where I tucked him in and the two of us quickly fell asleep.

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Jeongin p.o.v

“Minnie”

“hmm?”

“how are you feeling?”

“like I was hit by a bus”

“I’m sorry hon”

“can I have a kiss?”

“I don’t want to get sick”

“Just on the forehead”

“ugh, fine, just because I love you” He smiled but shook his head, him and I both know that he was getting a kiss no mater what.

“Innie?”

“yes honey?”

“did I get you sick?”

“no”

“are you sure”

“positive?”

“yep”

“then why were you awake coughing at 3:45 AM?”

“did I wake you up?”

“is that really your #1 concern?”

“ ... yes ”

“ugh, c’mere”

“why?”

“because I said so”

I went over to him and was shocked when his cold hands touched my forehead. “you have a fever”

“yeah.... I know, I checked this morning”

“And you didn’t te-heh-hecheu-etcheu-hEtchU- *sniff* You didn’t telll anyone”

“I didn’t want to worry anyone”

“INNIE! Do you want toget like Chan hyung!?!?!? have you seen how sick he is!!! HE COULDN’T EVEN WALK BY HIMSELF!!!!! YOU HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE ID YOU GET SICK!!!!!”

“I-I’m sorry” I stuttered my eyes brimming with tears. I watched as Seungmin’s face softened. He opened his arms and pulled me into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to get so upset. I’m just worried about you”

“i know, I’m sorry” I say softly, burrying my face in his chest. I felt bad because I coughed on him a little bit, but a bigger part of me didn’t care because I just wanted to be held,

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Hyunjin p.o.v

“Hey lixxie”

“hi baby” Felix said closing his laptop setting it off to the side and scootching over.

“How are you feeling?”

“not great, but definitely better than Channie hyung”

“Yeah, I’m happy that he went to see a doctor, maybe Changbin will actually stop panicking so much and the two of them will sleep, because I am SO READY to see this stupid sickness get through the group.”

“same here, you’re so lucky that you didn’t get sick”

“yeah, me and Innie got lucky”

“Innie sick though”

“are you sure about that, becaue earlier he seemd fine”

“well that’s what i thought but I just heard Seungmin yelling at him for like “not taking care of himself” and he going to get sick like Channie” so I think he might be a bit sick”

“Oh damn, I didn’t even realize”

“don’t feel too bad, none of us did and he’s our baby”

“I wonder how long he’s been sick for”

“Probably few days or so.” he shrugged before wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m tired, can I go to sleep?”

“of course baby” I kissed his forehead.

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~four days later~

“alright so, I think, unless I’m missing something, that we’re all ready to begin re-eh-hetchu-eh-ehtchu- bless me - as I was saying, we’re all ready to resume schedules, is that correct?”

“Channie, baby, are you sure, you’re still really sneezy, and like literally four day ago you like, couldn’t even walk, or even stand up on your own”

“well that’s why we aren’t doing dance practices-”

“or vocal lessons, at least for Chan, Jeongin, or Felix, because the three of you are still letting your voices recover”

the three boy’s boyfriends quickly agreed to that. Felix and Jeongin agreed pretty fast, especially Jeongin whose voice was still pretty rough, Chan on the other hand didn’t seem too keen on the idea, but after one stern glare from Changbin he agreed.

“guys, where is Hyunjin?” Jisung asked, noticing the tallest member was no where to be seen.

“He’s been at the studio for like 3-4 hours already, he said something about, he sick of sick people, and wanting to get out of the germ infested house”

“such a drama queen”

“can you blame him?”

“not really, I don’t think I’ve ever been that sick beofre”

“well that’s because you were an idiot and let yourself get worse before you tried to get better”

“well at least we’re all recovered because I have cabin fever. I NEED to get out”

“so then let’s go find Hyunjin and let him know that we’re recovered so he isn’t playing nurse anymore”

“I bet he’ll be really happy to hear that”

#stray kids #stray kids sneeze #end of story #seungin #hyunlix #2chan #minsung

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obxfics · 4 years

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puppybowl sunday

summary: you spend the day cuddled up watching the puppy bowl

pairing: john b x reader x jj

word count: 1654

a/n: i got inspiration watching the puppy bowl so... here we are lol also when tf is season 2 coming i want more motivation to write and shit please anyways enjoy (also this could technically belong to the “you against the world” universe but also... idk where it would fit lmao so if you want to imagine it like that have at it)

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john b groaned as something woke him up. he had been deep in sleep, something he appreciated considering how many late night grocery or food runs he had to do for the residents of figure eight, when he felt someone shift as they laughed. he blearily opened his eyes to see you, sitting up with your back against his headboard and one of his arms flung across your waist, frozen with your hand clapped over your mouth. obviously you hadn't been meaning to laugh that hard.

"what are you doin' up so early?" he rasped, his voice kinda scratchy from sleep.

you smiled down at him and ran a hand through his thick hair, giggling when your fingers got all tangled up in it. "hon, it's two in the afternoon."

he lifted his head real quick and pouted when he saw that jj wasn't included in the cuddle pile. "shit, did i miss jj going off to work?"

"mhm. don't worry, though, i got some food into him and made sure he was wearing his mask. also put the fear of god into him if he didn't wash his hands throughout the day."

john b breathed out a laugh as he imagined you yelling at jj to stay safe at work. almost a year into the pandemic, and jj and john b had spent the whole time quaranting in the chateau to the best of their ability. it had been months since they had seen kie or pope in person for longer than a few minutes, and usually that was only when john b pulled up to the wreck to pick up delivery orders or when jj and john b helped pope's dad with grocery deliveries. at the beginning of everything, you had been spending quarantine with your boys since school was all online and your parents' restaurant was closed. a month or so in, however, regulations had been lifted and the people of figure eight all but demanded for them to reopen, and so you went back home to help your parents with the restaurant and to keep jj and john b safe from anything you could have possibly brought back to them.

you had practically locked them in the chateau, leaving them threatening voicemails if they even thought about going out, but as two months turned into three turned into four turned into five, you realized that the boys needed their jobs as there seemed no end in sight to the pandemic. so jj returned to his job at the country club, and john b got a job busing tables at your family's restaurant. you moved back in to quarantine with them as school started, and you spent practically your whole savings on getting a backup generator and high speed wifi for the chateau so if anything happened, you all would be good. and, despite living through a worldwide panda express, you were quite happy.

beside you, john b shifted his head to rest on your lap so he could see what you were watching on your laptop that had you laughing so hard. a smile grew on his face when he saw the puppies running around on the "football field" and jumping all over the "ref." he looked up at you and felt his chest blossom with warmth at the way you smiled at the puppies and giggled when they flopped over.

"did you really wake me up watching the puppy bowl?"

"hush up," you laughed, "it's a tradition, and you know it. 'sides, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this as much as i am. i've seen how you and jj get with dogs. y'all may love them more than you love me."

"aw, honey, that's not true," john b cooed. "you know how much we love you. obviously i love you more since i didn't go to work during the puppy bowl, but you know, that's to be expected."

you shook your head and lightly swatted at his stomach. you knew he wasn't being serious. john b loved jj just as much as he loved you, and the feeling was mutual from jj. the three of you had a good thing going, a relationship full of understanding and compassion, and it had taken y'all a long time to get there. you all had things to work through, like jj's daddy issues, john b's abandonment issues, and your trauma from your previous relationship with rafe cameron, but you had gotten through it together, and this quarantine had actually brought y’all closer together which had surprised everyone.

“jj’s gonna be sad that he missed it,” you sighed.

“we’ll just rewatch it with him,” john b assured you. “and we can watch the old ones too.”

there was shuffling as the both of you wriggled around to get into a more comfortable position. at one point the two of you had to lunge to catch the laptop from falling to the floor, but eventually you settled in with john b curled around you and the blankets and pillows providing a sort of nest and elevated stand for the laptop. the room was filled with the soft sounds of puppy barks and whines, and your giggles when one of the dogs did something particularly cute, and john b let out a quiet sigh as he allowed himself to relax against you.

“i think we should get a dog,” you mumbled sleepily as john b clicked on last year’s broadcast. “we can add another cutie to our cuddle pile.”

there was some incoherent whining on your part before you dozed off in his arms. he did his best to focus on the puppies on the screen, but soon he too fell asleep with his face buried in the crook of your neck. that was how jj found you two when he stumbled into the room later that night as he yanked his tie from his neck. he stilled in the doorway, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he saw the two people he loved most in the world all snuggled up together. and then he saw what was pulled up on the laptop.

“oh you assholes!”

the both of you jolted awake, your hand smacking john b in the face as you moved to make sure the laptop wouldn’t fall off the bed. john b rubbed at his eyes and turned to blink up at jj.

“hey, how was work, babe?”

jj shook his head as you rolled over and made grabby hands, obviously asking for cuddles. he put his hands on his hips and frowned down at the pair of you.

“i cannot believe y’all are watching the puppy bowl without me.”

“um... in my defense,” john b started, “they were already watching when i woke up.”

“dude!” you turned your head to scowl at your boyfriend. “jj, baby, come cuddle with us, and we can turn it back on.”

as he kicked his shoes off and rifled around the dresser for comfy clothes, jj shook his head. john b let out a laugh when he realized what he was getting at.

“no can do, babe,” jj told you, smirking at john b as he let his work shirt slide off his shoulders. “the superbowl starts soon, and we’re watching it.”

you fell back on the bed and let out a loud groan. you had been hoping the boys would be too tired to watch the football game. you lifted yourself up on your elbows and glared at the two of them.

“i am legitimately only watching your stupid sportsball for the weeknd. after that i will be passing the fuck out.”

jj laughed and wrapped his arms around you as he flopped down between you and john b. you couldn’t keep your glare on your face when you felt your cheek hit his bare chest. you had missed him all day. there were a few laughs and giggled--and a couples groans of pain--as the three of you got all comfortable on the queen sized bed. finally you and john b sandwiched jj, john b spooning the blonde boy as you nestled in within the warmth of jj’s arms.

“don’t he kiss his kid on the mouth?” you mumbled as one of the players ran out on the field.

a wheeze left jj’s chest as john b shouted his laugh out, causing you to smirk. you had absolutely no clue as to what was happening in the game, or even had any idea as to who the teams were, because like you told the boys, you were only watching for the weeknd concert, and you were getting more and more anxious waiting for it.

“wait, i thought both teams were supposed to be good. why does one team already have like three touchdowns and the other doesn’t have any?”

“honey,” john b said, attempting to hold in his laugh, “just watch and enjoy the game.”

you rolled your eyes, making jj smile fondly. “hon, how am i supposed to enjoy a game i don’t even understand?”

“do you want us to explain?” jj offered sweetly.

“absolutely not. i appreciate it, baby, but i’m too pretty for that.”

jj snickered and pressed a kiss into your hair. “of course you are, babe.”

you nuzzled your nose against his collarbone and tugged your hand from between the boys to gently scratch at john b’s scalp. a hum rumbled deep within the brunette’s chest at the action.

“i love y’all,” you whispered into jj’s skin. “even if y’all make me watch football.”

“well we love you too,” jj returned with a kiss to your cheek and john b’s arm.

“even if you make us watch the weeknd,” john b teased.

“hey! you better appreciate abel or i swear i’m moving out!”

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years

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A New Journey Part 2

I swear I have a life and that I don’t spend all my time writting Rowaelin fanfic lol.

In this fic, Aelin gives birth (which I hope my depiction is decent, as I’ve never given birth and don’t know much about the actual event).

It’s also just more fluff, since that’s all I can think of to write when it comes to these two lol

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Aelin had been staring at the canopy above her bed for over three hours, unable to go back to sleep. Her daughter couldn't seem to get comfortable, kicking Aelin awake by moving what felt like every five minutes.

Aelin usually loved it when she could feel her and Rowan's child moving within her, but she had a wicked headache the night before that was still lingering behind her eyes.

Rowan, however, was sleeping peacefully, his snoring muffled by his pillow. It was irrational, she knew, but it annoyed her that he was sleeping just fine. And with that annoyance, she moved onto her side (not as fast as she'd like), and poked him right in between his tattoo.

He was awake instantly, his head snapping to the side and assessed her with sleepy dark green eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice scratchy. “Is the baby okay?”

“She's fine,” Aelin answered, “I'm not, however.”

Her mate gave her a sleepy half-smile. “Did she keep you up again?”

Aelin huffed. “Yes.”

Rowan shuffled over, gently kissing her cheek. “I think she just likes reminding you that she's there.”

Aelin huffed again, this time blowing Rowan's hair out of his eyes. “I've been pregnant for ten months, and she's a week late, I'm aware she's there.”

Rowan kissed her cheek again and lowered himself to plant a kiss on her gigantic belly, whispering a good morning to their daughter (not that they actually knew yet whether she was a girl, but Rowan was adamant in his assessment all those months ago, so Aelin grew used to referring to their child as a girl).

“How about I make you some tea?” Rowan asked.

“How about you convince our baby to come into this world?”

Rowan chuckled. “I have a feeling she's going to be as stubborn as you, so I doubt that'll work.”

“I'm not stubborn,” Aelin said, stubbornly. “But I would like some tea, ginger if there's any left.”

Kissing her belly once more, Rowan left the bed, going over to where the kettle rested atop the fire mantle, wherein the water stayed hot all night due to Aelin's fire. The Fae Queen often found herself up in the middle of the night and drinking tea when she was feeling restless.

Sitting up straight, Aelin fixed the blankets and sheets and watched Rowan from across the room. There truly wasn't anyone else in this world that Aelin would prefer to have by her side this entire pregnancy. Rowan was beyond helpful and excited. He took on her duties when she couldn't, and easily ran Terrasen when she was stuck in bed, too sick to leave, whether that sickness was from from a lack of sleep or anything else pregnancy related, Rowan was taking on all her duties on top of his own.

Even when he drove her mad with all his fussing, she was glad that he was there for her every step of the way, even when her emotions got the best of her and she would go from yelling to crying within minutes, he was there. And at the end of the day, he would rub her swollen feet with a soothing salve, listening to whatever she was talking about, or he would tell her stories from his life before Maeve or during his years in Maeve's service (although, she much preferred the stories before he was enslaved to the Valg queen, but she always listened with rapt attention).

Coming over on silent feet, Rowan handed her the tea, the scent inviting. “You drink that and I'll get Yrene.”

Nodding, Rowan left her to her tea, quickly dressing before he disappeared. Aelin was close to falling asleep when Yrene and Rowan came in, the young Healer looking as bright as the sun as she greeted Aelin.

Aelin grumbled at Yrene's cheeriness, although she knew that was irrational as well.

Yrene sat on the bed, inspecting Aelin with watchful eyes, Rowan doing the same behind her. “Apparently my niece is giving you trouble?” Aelin smiled at that, temporarily letting go of her grouchiness; at least her and Rowan's child was going to have a big family, the kind that Aelin always wanted when she was growing up.

“That she did,” Aelin said. “She's probably getting too big for my womb if she can't sit still for five minutes.”

“She'll be here soon,” Yrene promised her. Aelin knew that if Yrene wasn't worried, then Aelin shouldn't be, but Aelin was just simply growing impatient, she wanted to hold her daughter, to finally see her after carrying her for ten months.

“You said that yesterday. And the day before that.”

“And she will be here soon,” Yrene said. “Are you finished with that tea?” Aelin nodded and put the cup down, her eyes going down to Yrene's hands, watching as they filled with golden light and came to rest on Aelin's protruding stomach. The Healer's brows furrowed in concentration and Aelin held her breath, a part of her always worried that Yrene was going to tell her that something was wrong. Minutes passed, and Yrene gave her a small smile. Aelin let go of her breath, instantly at ease at that smile. Behind her, Rowan smiled too, he worried as well.

“She's perfectly healthy and comfortable, still. But if she isn't here by the end of the week, I can give you a tonic that helps to induce labour. It tastes dreadful, but hopefully it won't come to that.”

Aelin nodded and thanked Yrene for her time, the Healer helping her out of bed, grunting slightly at the Queen's added weight.

Yrene had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the sharp glare Aelin shot her way.

Waddling to the bathroom (and Gods, Aelin couldn't believe that she was actually waddling), Aelin washed her face with hot water, deciding on having a bath after breakfast, with Rowan inviting Yrene to join them for breakfast, because while Yrene was there for the birth, Aelin was happy to have her friend around and opted to spend as much time with her as she could.

Despite being tired, Aelin was happy as she ate breakfast with her mate and friend, thinking over the light duties she had to attend too for the day.

X X X X X

Aelin was dozing during the meeting that apparently had no end in sight.

And that's when Aelin felt it, the tight, uncomfortable sensation in her belly. Grunting as her first contraction started, Aelin's pants grew wet as her waters broke.

Fenrys was instantly there, having been by her side the entire meeting. “This is certainly an interesting way to get out of a meeting.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, too shocked to laugh, because after all this time, the moment was finally here. “Just get me to my room.”

The Lords and Ladies dispersed, rushing to alert Yrene and Rowan of the development. She was halfway to her chambers when Rowan appeared, wild eyed and scanning her from head to toe. He came by her side, kissing her temple as he thanked Fenrys for his help and swooped Aelin into his arms.

“I can still walk,” Aelin said, grunting as another contraction came and went. It was only her third or forth one, but Gods, it was uncomfortable.

“I know,” was all her said, easily taking the stairs as if he wasn't carrying his heavily pregnant wife. Fenrys stayed by her side, a nervous energy surrounding him—he was worried for Aelin, despite knowing that she would be perfectly fine in Yrene's capable hands, since she was more than his Queen, Aelin was his best friend and Fenrys hated to see her in pain.

Yrene, Aelin's personal Healer Magnolia, and three young apprentice mid-wives where in the royal chambers when the three of them arrived. Rowan carefully sat Aelin on the edge of the bed, taking off her shoes and socks. He started to reach for her soaked pants when his head snapped over to Fenrys, the message clear in the King of Terrasen's eyes.

Fenrys nodded and wished his friends luck and left the room, but stayed in the hallway and made himself comfortable as he waited for his niece or nephew to be born.

X X X X X

Ten hours later and she wasn't even close to being done with this birth—she hadn't really even started; the contractions wrecked her and she hadn't even started pushing yet, not even completely dilated, much to her disbelief. She knew that it wasn't going to be a quick birth, Rowan told her months ago that his mother had been labour with him for thirty rutting hours. All Fae births were long, Aelin knew, but Gods, ten hours simply wanting to be dilated was...she didn't even have the words for it.

Rowan was at her back, his wind holding her legs, her feet planted firmly on the bed, his hands laced with hers. Aelin was perched at the end of the bed utterly naked as even her simply cotton shift got in her way, Yrene sitting on short stool, keeping track of the birth with her magic. It was ten at night, but it was clear that no one was getting any rest tonight, although the poor young midwives looked ready for bed. The room was bright with the roaring fire in the hearth.

Loose strands of golden hair clung to Aelin's face with sweat, her face feeling hot even with Rowan's ice magic cooling her down every now and then. She could hear Fenrys pacing outside. Aelin wished she had the focus to ask him to use the Wyrdmark portals to have her friends come to the castle, but all her focus was entirely placed on this moment—and there'd be no point in asking Rowan to do that, as there was no way that he was going to leave her side even for a moment.

Yrene perked up. “You've completely dilated, Aelin, so on the next contraction, I want you to push.”

Oh Gods, the moment was finally here and Aelin felt utterly unprepared. Surely this was all mistake and she wasn't ten months along, maybe this was a strange dream and Aelin would wake up with months left to go.

She wasn't ready, even with all her frustration this last week, her excitement of meeting her child, she wasn't ready.

What if she was a terrible mother? What if she said or did the wrong thing and her daughter hated her forever? What if—

Rowan squeezed her hands reassuringly and placed a butterfly soft kiss on her sweaty cheek. “You can do this Aelin, and when you're done, we'll finally meet our baby. I believe in you.”

Tears in her eyes, Aelin nodded and Rowan kissed her cheek again. Sitting up straighter and taking a deep breath, Aelin pushed with everything she had when her contraction arrived.

And pushed and pushed for hours and hours, squeezing Rowan's hands, and she could have sworn she heard his bones creak from the pressure, but Rowan didn't complain, just ran smoothing patterns on her hands with his thumbs, kissing her cheek and now and then, his ice kissing her, too.

The sun started to rise when the baby's head came through and Aelin pushed forward to see, Rowan doing the same and with a new sense of determination, Aelin continued pushing, pushing and pushing.

It was mid-morning when Aelin pushed one last time, Yrene wrapping their child in a warm towel, when their baby wailed, the sound echoing throughout the room. Aelin sobbed at the sound, more than ready to have her baby in her arms.

“Congratulations,” Yrene said, a wide smile on her tired face, “you have a girl.” Tears fell from Aelin and Rowan's eyes at the words as they watched Yrene inspected her with magic, confirming that again, she was healthy. Yrene cleaned her up and with gentle movements, placed the baby on Aelin's chest, Aelin's arms instantly cradling her daughter to her.

The entire world faded away as Aelin beheld her daughter and her heart threatened to escape her chest when after a few minutes, she opened her eyes—her father's eyes.

“Rowan,” Aelin breathed, eyes tearing up again, “Rowan, she has your eyes.” it took all her remaining strength to take her eyes off her daughter to look at Rowan, who's eyes were misty with tears as well. Aelin leaned forward and captured his lips with hers, pouring everything she felt at the moment into the kiss. Rowan's hand came to her cheek, wiping her tears away with a thumb.

“Thank you,” he said hoarsely, kissing her over and over. “I love you, I love you both so much.”

“As we love you,” she replied, kissing him back and returned her gaze to her daughter.

Rowan's arms held her closely as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his right hand coming up and lightly running the tip of his index finger down her soft cheek.

“Do you two have a name?” Yrene asked softly.

Aelin nodded, not taking her eyes off her baby. It was far too surreal to believe that she was here after ten long months.

“We do,” Aelin said after a few minutes, “Elentiya-Fenrys.” The name came to her months ago. Elentiya, of course, in honour of Nehemia, who Aelin wished above everything else that her friend was here. And Fenrys for all that he risked all those years ago and for being one of her dearest friends.

“That's beautiful,” Yrene said. “But in a few minutes you'll need to start pushing again, to remove the placenta, so I'm going to have Magnolia take her, but just for a few minutes, okay?”

Aelin nodded, although she didn't want to hand her over, with Rowan stiffening behind her. It was certainly going to be an adjustment period for her husband, with Rowan explaining how the first few months were the most dangerous time for a new Fae father, that they had to assess everyone they saw to see if they were a potential threat. Aelin patted his knee in comfort and he relaxed slightly, taking her hands again as the time to push for the after-birth arrived (which wasn't as painful, but still hurt).

When Elentiya was returned to her, it was time for her first feed, with Yrene and company leaving her and Rowan alone for this moment—the sensation was the strangest one Aelin ever experienced.

Afterwards, when Aelin gently wiped her mouth, Rowan asked, “May I hold her?”

Her heart fluttered again. “Of course Rowan, you don't ever have to ask that.” Wincing as she turned, Aelin placed their daughter in his awaiting arms, Elentiya looking tiny against him.

For the umpteenth time, Aelin's eyes filled with tears, the sight so beautiful that she wished she knew how to paint to have this moment captured for eternity.

Rowan kissed their daughter with soft kisses, breathing her in as he held her tightly. Aelin wished she could live in this moment forever.

A family, she had a family. Aelin couldn't believe that she was lucky enough to have one. She wouldn't want a family with anyone else.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and leaned forward to kiss Rowan. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brought her closer as they watched their daughter doze off when Aelin finally noticed the tiny patch of golden hair on her head.

Rowan was right after all; they had their golden-hair, green-eyed girl. And Aelin wondered what the rest of their children would look like.

“I love you,” she said to her husband, her friend, her carranam, her King and mate. “To whatever end.”

“I love you, too, to whatever end, Fireheart.” Aelin kissed him again and snuggled in closer, content.

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Wish You Were Sober

pairing; Reddie

word count; 4k

summary; Eddie is tired of Richie flirting like a madman whenever he gets alcohol in his system.

a/n; so i decided i’m making a kind of series of reddie fics i write based on songs, bc i’m the type of bitch that listens to any music or intakes any kind of media and thinks “iMagiNe tHiS bUt rEdDiE<333″ so ya there’s that lol. here’s a lil angsty one shot based on wish you were sober by conan gray, aka a superior song if u ask me. as always, read on ao3 here if you’d like and enjoy ! :)

Nirvana blared through the speakers and traveled throughout the too small apartment owned by some random guy in one of Richie’s classes. Richie didn’t know him too well - he thinks his name is Chris? Collin? Something with a ‘C’ - but, hey, a party’s a party, and free booze is free booze.

The trashmouth was chatting loudly over the music with Bill on a dingy leather couch, waiting for Stan and Eddie to return with more drinks. Richie was already significantly further along than his friends in terms of his drunken state, all obnoxious laughs interrupted by hiccups and long, gangly limbs flailing more wildly than usual. It almost should be concerning to the other Losers, having only been at the party for less than a couple hours and their friend already being long gone, but it was what they were used to. Since they were 15 and stealing liquor from their parents, the Losers constantly saw Richie’s “go big or go home” attitude with drinking. They assumed it was just Richie wanting to be the life of the party and center of attention, whether that meant going shot for shot with Mike, accepting any type of drinking related dare from Beverly, etc.

Richie let them believe this, because it was better than telling them the truth. It was easier than admitting to them that around the same time he started sneaking a copious amount of vodka from the Tozier’s alcohol stash, he was also realizing certain feelings he had for a certain Loser.

Richie Tozier loved Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie was sure it was just one of those basic laws of the universe, one that’s impossible to ignore and inevitable to come to pass. Despite this, living in a small town like Derry meant getting the shit kicked out of you if you even look at another guy for too long, soulmates or inescapable love or whatever be damned. Richie had gotten beatdowns left and right from neighborhood bullies for being a “faggot” before he even knew what the word meant, so he, unfortunately, knew this from personal experience.

But now, sitting in an apartment in Manhattan of all places, attending NYU with three out of six of his best friends, away from those assholes in Derry, Richie thought he’d loosen up. Let himself be brave.

He soon learned that was easier said than done; who knew what 19 years of internalized homophobia could do to a man?

It’s not like he was afraid of being more of an outcast; he was already a loser with a capital “L,” and he, along with the rest of his friends, carried the title like it was given to them by the Queen herself. Deep down Richie knew the rest of the Losers wouldn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he liked dudes the way he should have liked girls, so he wasn’t afraid of losing them either. And deep, deep down, Richie also knew there wasn’t really anything wrong with him. Why would he feel such a way if it was supposed to be such an unnatural and vile thing? He couldn’t help who he was, who or how he loved, and God, he loved Eddie so much he thought he could just burst with it sometimes.

That shred of acceptance, though, was buried so deep in his lanky form, and the only way to reach it was through a ridiculous amount of shots. Or beers. Or just about anything with a decent alcohol content, really. He’d even settle with wine if he had to.

When Richie was drunk, he was able to be more clingy and face less consequences. He was already an affectionate guy, constantly pinching Eddie’s cheeks and throwing a lazy arm around the shorter man’s shoulders whenever he could. With alcohol, though, he’d give sloppy cheek kisses and intertwine his fingers with Eddie’s and allow his face to form a subtle blush when an intoxicated Eddie would lean into it.

“Sorry for being all over ya last night, Eds. You know how gross and clingy I can get,” he’d say the following morning, and then they’d fall back into their rhythm of bickering and ‘your mom’ jokes. Business as usual, like clockwork every time they’d get wasted.

Richie thought it was going well, that his feelings were going totally unnoticed, that he was stealth. Until this particular college party, that is.

Richie’s attention left his conversation with Bill about the newest Die Hard film when he felt the couch sink next to him, turning to meet eyes with a mildly tipsy Eddie. The taller man’s face immediately lit up, a goofy smile spreading across his chapped lips.

“Hiya, Spagheds! What’s cookin, good lookin’?” Richie slurred out, his arm finding its way around Eddie’s waist and using his other hand to snatch the mixed drink his friend was holding out for him. Eddie responded with his usual scoff and eyeroll, but Richie noted an extra bite to it that he wasn’t used to getting from him.

“Don’t call me that, asshole! And haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Eddie grumbled, wiggling himself out of Richie’s side embrace and putting some distance between the two. The arm that was once around Eddie made its way to Richie’s own body as he dramatically grasped at his chest.

“Eddie, baby, you’ve wounded me! Since when do you pass up some signature Tozier cuddles?” Richie was met with a simple huff in response as Eddie avoided his gaze. Richie’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at the lack of attention he was receiving from the man who would usually be giving him the most attention, but he was overall too drunk to overthink. With a shrug, Richie downed his freshly made drink in record timing before crunching the plastic cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder, causing Eddie to scoff again from next to him. Stan spoke up from beside Bill before Eddie could ream his friend about his lack of care for tidiness.

“Maybe you should start on some water, huh, Rich?” Richie gasped dramatically, turning to look at Stan as if he had just told him pigs fly.

“Staniel, did you just ask moi to drink water? What’s the point of free booze if you’re not gonna take advantage?” He asked incredulously before standing, wobbling on his long limbs for a couple seconds and giggling a bit before regaining his balance. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go see if my boy Chris has any good brewskis lyin’ around.”

“Isn’t his name C-C-Connor?” Bill asked, shaking his head in amusement. He seemed to be the only one enjoying the trashmouth’s antics this evening, as Stan’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern which he tried to pass off as annoyance, and Eddie still kept his gaze elsewhere. It was the latter that made Richie itch for another drink.

“Whatever the fuck, Billiam. I’ll be back in a jiff, my loves! Try not to miss me too much!” Richie exclaimed with a bow, breaking out his British accent for his next sentence. “But if I find m’lady Mary Jane, don’t wait up, lads! Pip pip!”

Before Richie could step five feet from the couch, an aggressive hand was yanking him back by the wrist. Losing his footing due to the intrusion, Richie stumbled once more, nearly toppling onto Eddie. The shorter man’s tight grip on his arm was the only thing that kept him from sending them both back onto the scratchy leather of the couch below. Richie beamed at the attention he was finally receiving, despite the glare Eddie was boring deep into his features.

“Sit the fuck down, Richard. You’re not drinking anymore fucking beer and you’re definitely not smoking anything. You’re drinking some water and I’m taking you the fuck back to your room, asswipe,” Eddie said sternly, getting as close as he could to Richie’s face with the height difference between them. Richie couldn’t help but love when Eddie got like this; sure, he was red in the face more with anger than with the alcohol, but the anger was backed by mountains of concern. It reminded Richie how much his love cared about him, even though he was sure their forms of love differed. There was still some kind of love there, and sometimes, that was enough for him.

Although Richie felt his chest swell and he wanted nothing more than to ease Eddie’s anger and please him, his mouth rambled before his brain could tell it what to say, as usual.

“If you wanted to get me alone, Eds, all ya had to do was ask,” Richie slurred with a wink, slowly bringing his hand up Eddie’s arm, his calloused fingertips slightly teasing the warm skin. Eddie’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, from anger or something else, no one was sure - until Richie’s hand was being swatted away, the smack of it loud enough for Bill and Stan to hear over the music from their spot on the couch. Richie mumbled a curse under his breath as he rubbed the skin Eddie came in contact with, a sting lingering there. He opened his mouth to speak again, some kind of excuse or apology on the tip of his tongue, but never got it out due to Eddie’s voice cutting him off.

“Stop doing this, Richie! Just stop! I’m tired of it!” Eddie's voice was slowly rising, and the tremble that laced within his words acted as some kind of magical potion; suddenly Richie had never been so sober.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s okay. I’m sorry, whatever I did I’m sor-” The apology was interrupted with another signature scoff as Eddie looked at the ground, shaking his head, breathing out a humorless chuckle.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing,” he said with a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking Richie in his eyes once again. Despite the apartment being dark with the exception of a couple of lamps scattered around the area, Richie could see the glistening threat of tears waiting to spill from the doe eyes he loved so much. His heart ached.

“Of course you don’t know what you’re doing, Rich, because you’re too fucking drunk! You’re always too drunk. I just… I just wish you were sober for fucking once!” Eddie practically screamed, before his voice softened with hurt again. “I just wish you’d act like this with me without fucking booze.” There were a couple beats of silence between them, two pairs of dark eyes swimming with gallons of emotions simply blinking at one another, the only noise coming from Eddie’s sniffling. Richie did all in his power to search for a response, but for once in his life, the trashmouth was at a loss for words. After what felt like forever, Eddie finally ended the moment by turning on his heel and making a beeline for the door, leaving Richie to stand in dumbfounded silence while his intoxicated brain processed the scene that just unfolded. His thought process was interrupted by a voice coming from the couch.

“Wha-what just happened?” Bill asked, his amusement from earlier in the night completely dissipated and replaced with a mix of confusion and concern.

“Richie’s oblivious and a dumbass is what just happened. Nothing new,” Stan deadpanned from next to him. Richie snapped his body towards the pair, making his head spin and reminding him of just how drunk he was. He blinked at the two in an attempt to adjust his sight before raising his hands in defense at Stan’s comment.

“What are you talking about? Do you know what that was about?” Richie asked, pointing towards the direction Eddie stormed off in. Stan rolled his eyes before standing up and grabbing Richie by the shoulders with both hands, giving him a serious look.

“When we went to get drinks, Eddie talked to me. About you. About how you act when you’re drunk, all over him and shit, more than usual. And how much he likes it, but he hates that he likes it, because you only do it when you’re drunk.” Richie continued to gape at his friend, clearly not connecting what Stan’s words meant. Stan sighed, scrunching his face in annoyance and gripping Richie’s shoulders tighter. “He’s in love with you, asshole! Either tell him you love him too, because trust me, everyone except him knows you do, or stop leading him on. It’s fucking ruining him, man!”

Realization finally hit Richie, his eyes welling with tears as Stan’s grip on his shoulders softened. “He- He is? Are you sure? This- This isn’t funny, Stanley. A-Are you sure?” he breathed out, and if it wasn’t for the weight of the situation, he’d made a joke about how he was sounding like Bill, nervous stutter and all. Stan gave a slight nod and responded, but Richie didn’t hear what he said. His mind was suddenly racing; find Eddie. tell Eddie. kiss Eddie. EddieEddieEddie.

Before he knew it his feet were running just as fast as his thoughts, not 100% sure where he was going, just knowing he needed to find Eddie. Richie raced out of the apartment building into the chilly air that was New York City on a late November night, frantically scanning the streets. His eyes soon locked on a figure about half a block down, leaning against a mailbox, head in his hands. Even with the distance between them, Richie could tell he was trembling, either from the cold or from crying, he wasn’t sure. As he felt the sharp breeze across his skin exposed by the rips in his jeans, he assumed probably both.

Richie thought better than to call out his name, opting instead to slowly approach Eddie. He did his best to labor his breathing in his short walk over, mentally preparing himself for the confrontation that was about to take place. The confrontation that would bear all feelings, all confessions. All of the walls Richie had been building around himself since high school would finally come down.

He wished he had another drink.

“Eds?” He spoke softly, possibly the softest he’d ever spoken, as to not scare Eddie and send him running. The shorter man lifted his head from his hands, and Richie’s heart broke even more at the sight before him. Eddie’s eyes were red and puffy, a wall of hurt extremely evident in the soft brown. His nose was runny, and his lip quivered as he looked away when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Don’t call me that,” he practically whispered, just loud enough for the other to catch it over the bustle of traffic in the streets surrounding them. Although he was avoiding the other man’s gaze like his life depended on it, Eddie made no attempt to walk away. Richie took that as a small win.

“Eddie, talk to me. Please. What’s up? It’s just me and you, man. C’mon.” Richie wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Eddie. Offer a comforting hand on his shoulder, run his fingers through his hair, hold him close, tell him everything would be okay. But he didn’t dare move.

A car honked down the street, offering the only noise that cut through the thick silence when Eddie didn’t take Richie’s offer to speak. The former stayed silent with his head down, finding the dirty concrete under his pristine white converse highly interesting. Richie let out a sigh.

“Okay, you don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking. I’m the Trashmouth after all, aren’t I?” Richie offered a lame chuckle when his attempt at a joke fell flat, Eddie not breaking his frown even slightly. Richie cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing. “Look, I talked to Stan, he told me what you guys talked about, and -” He was cut off by the same humorless chuckle he heard in the apartment minutes ago, but this time it dripped with sadness rather than anger.

“Dammit, Stanley, you fucking traitor,” Eddie mumbled mostly to himself. He shook his head with a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, making them impossibly redder, before willing himself to look at Richie, his voice finally reaching above a murmur for the first time since leaving the party. “Secret’s out, I guess. I’m a fucking cliche. The fuckin’ queer that fell for his best friend.”

All Richie could do was silently stare, mouth slightly agape and eyes comically blown, amplified more so by his glasses. Sure, Stan had told him this not even five minutes beforehand, but hearing it from Eddie himself was an entirely different experience. He figured under different circumstances, Eddie would probably be laughing at how dumb he was sure he looked. Instead, the shorter man looked at him expectantly with tears still in his eyes, clearly waiting for some kind of response, and expecting the worst. They stood this way, basically a mirroring of what played out in the party upstairs before Eddie stormed out, for a solid minute before it was - once again - Eddie who broke the silence.

“So much for doing all the talking,” he muttered, the volume of his voice lowering, Richie realizing as Eddie looked back at the ground that he was closing in on himself once again. “Good night, Rich.”

“No,” Richie finally spoke, his arm darting out to grab Eddie’s hand before he could even adjust his feet to leave. “Please don’t walk away again. Please.” His voice broke on the last plea, his own eyes finally beginning to water. Eddie was still staring in the opposite direction down the concrete path he was planning on following before he was interrupted, but was staying put, not rejecting Richie’s hand in his. “There’s so much I wanna say to you, Eddie. So much. I just… Shit, I just don’t know how.”

Richie was crying just as much as Eddie was at this point but quieter, unable to pull himself together as much as he wanted to be brave. Eddie turned his head to face Richie with his glare still hardened, only softening when he saw the state Richie was in. Eddie had known Richie since they were literal children, and he knew better than anyone that Richie Tozier didn’t cry like this. Not unless something was truly eating at him. The anger Eddie felt towards the situation seemed to have completely disappeared as he comfortably squeezed Richie’s hand, giving him encouraging eyes.

The taller man used his free hand to rub the tears from his eyes, giving him a better look at Eddie. They were standing fairly close to the lone street light of the block, the faint orange tint of the bulb complimenting Eddie’s lightly tanned skin and chestnut eyes. Without thinking, Richie brought his hand up to Eddie’s face, cupping his cheek and wiping a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. He continued softly rubbing at the skin there after the tear was gone, his thumb dancing across the freckles, his mind flooded with thoughts of how beautiful the man before him was. Eddie closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the feel of Richie’s touch.

Unable to find words again but refusing to let the moment slip out of his fingers for the third time of the night, Richie did the only thing he truly knew how to do; he acted impulsively.

If asked, Richie wouldn’t be able to pinpoint exactly when he decided to kiss the man he’d loved since he was 15 in the middle of Greenwich Village at one in the morning. Before he knew it, the hand on Eddie’s cheek slid down to his neck, pulling their lips together before the shorter man could react to the shift in Richie’s hold on him. As much as he didn’t want to admit the fact, Richie knew he wouldn’t have taken such action if it weren’t for the alcohol flowing through his veins, but at this point he didn’t much care. When their lips met, he forgot all about the booze, and became drunk on Eddie.

Eddie kissed back without hesitation, letting go of Richie’s hand and easily snaking his arms around his neck, with a comfortability as if they had done this thousands of times. It was sloppy due to the pair’s mixed tears along with their lack of experience, but nevertheless the two men kissed with purpose, as if the fate of their livelihood depended on this moment. Perhaps it did.

By the time they pulled away and rested their foreheads together, Eddie’s fingers had found themselves tangled in Richie’s dark curls, and Richie’s hands were gripping Eddie’s hips for dear life. The kiss hadn’t lasted too long - thirty seconds or so, if that - however the energy both men poured into those short seconds left them panting heavily, their breath tangling together, hot in the other’s face in the midst of the cold air around them.

“That was better than talking,” Richie breathed out with a wet chuckle, causing Eddie to finally crack his first smile of the night. It was a small one, the corners of his mouth curving only lightly, but Richie saw that his happiness had made its way into his stare.

“Shut up, Richie,” Eddie whispered with no real bite in his words before bringing their lips together again, this kiss softer than the last. While their first kiss was filled with the passion built up from years of mutual pining and secrets, their second let them convey the deepness of their love without words to speak. A tender peck of their lips told Richie everything he needed to know; this moment was very much real, and Eddie Kaspbrak very much loved Richie Tozier.

And if the kiss wasn’t enough, Eddie made sure to tell him when he pulled out of the kiss and rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder, pulling him into a proper embrace.

“I love you, Rich. I- I think I always have,” he confessed, his voice slightly muffled from where his face was buried in Richie’s neck, but the other man heard him loud and clear all the same. Richie released his grip on Eddie’s hips and wrapped his arms around him, letting himself breathe out a sigh of relief as he held him impossibly closer.

“I love you too, Eds. So fucking much, fuck.” Richie pressed a kiss to soft brown waves, breathing in the clean scent of lavender shampoo mixed with light cologne, his senses filling with just Eddie.

Standing in the middle of a bustling city they barely knew in the wee hours of a Sunday morning, arms wrapped tightly around one another, ignoring the strangers that walked past them most definitely giving them some variation of judgemental stares, Eddie and Richie had never felt more at home.

“Alright, Trashmouth,” Eddie started, reluctantly pulling away from Richie’s hold. Richie pouted at the loss of feeling Eddie’s body pressed against his own, making the latter chuckle and playfully roll his eyes. He pressed a quick peck to said trashmouth before continuing. “We can talk about this more in the morning. Right now, you need water and sleep.” Richie slapped a toothy grin onto his chapped lips after, once again, being reminded of how intoxicated he still was, falling back into his goofy demeanor with ease.

“Ya gonna take care of me, Dr. K? Ugh, what a dreamboat,” he replied, miming a cartoonish faint. Eddie simply giggled and grasped Richie’s hand once again, interlacing their fingers and leading him in the direction of their dorms. Richie fell back ever so slightly as to not get caught looking at Eddie like the lovesick dork he was, feeling a warmth grow in his body he was sure wasn’t due to the alcohol.

Richie still drinks after this night; old habits die hard, of course. However, Richie didn’t have to be drunk anymore to admit he loved Eddie. He told him sober and drunk, day and night, and vowed to remind Eddie just how much he loved him until the day they died.

#my writing #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #reddie angst #it #it chapter one #it chapter two #it 2017 #it 2019

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Woodland Adventures

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader

Summary: Santiago and Reader go on a camping trip to relax after everything that happened in South America.

A/N: Hey! This is my thirteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!!!!!!! This is my first fic I’ve ever written for Santiago so I’m kinda excited 😆 he’s one of my favorites and it’s taken me a while to figure out what I wanted to write for him. I actually had this finished for a while and then there was a convo I had that made me change it because of that video of Oscar licking a knife- so I changed it lol 😂@writefightandflightclub I just couldn’t help myself 🙈 Feel free to drop me an ask about anything here!! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of Santi struggling with PTSD, Smut, Dom!Santiago, Size kink, Knife kink, Masturbation, Unprotected sex, Outdoor sex

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4k

Everyone had their own ways of finding an outlet to escape to whenever times were tough, and even when they were good. Some would rather stay at home to curl up to watch television or read a book. Santiago had other ways of escaping, ones that were a bit more taxing and long.

He had dragged you out into the middle of nowhere to go camping in the woods. He had told you many times before that this was his favorite way to relax, saying that the fresh air breathed life back into his lungs. You weren’t going to complain though, after what had happened in South America you knew he needed it. You couldn’t deny that the scenery was gorgeous and he was right, the fresh air did make you feel like you could finally breathe again.

Santiago however, had been trying to test your ability to breathe this entire trip. Every morning he’d choose a different area of path in these woods to hike through, which would inevitably exhaust you. You weren’t necessarily surprised that your boyfriend, a veteran, was in much better shape than you. He still had to keep himself in somewhat great shape because of his current job working in private security.

Despite knowing all of that, you couldn’t help but bellyache and moan after a certain point each day, when your knees ache too much to go any further. You also preferred basking in the sweeping scenery that encompassed everywhere around you rather than walking right through it. It sounded like heaven to just stop and stare at the world around you, but this trip was for Santiago so you tried to not get him to stop unless you were exhausted. You’d ask on the next trip to sightsee more, you at least got to watch the sunrise and the morning dew get to form before you went out each day. And, you wanted to help Santiago in any possible way that you could, even if it did test your physical limits.

Today in particular was testing those limits, your forehead glistening with sweat that had begun to drip down the rest of your face. You kept trying to wipe the beads of sweat with a rag and force your knees to go just a touch further. When your knees began to buckle under the weight of the backpack, even with the light load, you knew you couldn’t go any further without potentially dropping to the ground.

It pained you to ask, as you had done this everyday you had gone out, but you absolutely could not go any further. Your energy was completely shot, not even your consideration for Santiago’s penchant for hiking could force you to take another step, “Santiago? C-can we go back? I’m not feeling good…”

Your words must have made him even more concerned than any time before as he had shot to your side immediately to help prop you up. You opened your mouth to say something else, but he quickly cut you off, “You don’t need to say anything else cariño, I’m taking you back to our tent.”

Somehow even though you both had taken the same exhausting path to get to this spot in the woods, Santiago still had enough energy to pick you up. He tapped your thigh twice, like he did whenever he asked you to jump to wrap your legs around his waist, which on a normal day happens when you want him to exhaust you. Almost immediately after you had jumped and he had you in his arms your eyes began to droop close out of sheer exhaustion.

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When your eyes blinked open you groaned, then you moved a hand over your eyes to block out the sun that had peeked through the tent. Confusion was your next thought, wondering how you had gotten back to your tent and onto the cot to sleep. Santiago must have carried you all the way back to your tent and tucked you in so you could sleep. You slowly sat up with a groan, you were sore but now much more energetic as you must have gotten a few good hours of sleep.

Traipsing out of the tent you looked around the small camp you had both set up to find Santiago. When you turned your head to the right you found him, sitting on the ground sharpening small sticks with a hunting knife, most likely out of boredom. He must have felt his eyes on you as his head snapped up quickly, searching for whoever had been looking at him. He flashed you a small smile when he realized that it was only you, his hypervigilance had gotten worse again after coming back, along with his nightmares. But, seeing you and being with you made it all seem better.

You went over to sit next to him, your own back now to the same tree. He went back to work on the sticks he had been mindlessly sharpening, though this time he wasn’t silent as he now had company, “You had me worried for a while cariño, thought I had worn you out too much.”

“Nah- I was fine.” You joked to try to help lighten the mood and the unnecessary guilt he was feeling. He didn’t have an answer to your joke, just continuing to peel the bark of the sticks with the sharp metal. Turning to face him more you leaned forward to press a small kiss on his cheeks that were scratchy from his light stubble. You frowned a little when you still got no answer and decided to cup his face in your hands so he’d have to stop what he was doing to listen to you, “I’m fine, I promise. I was just tired- you did nothing wrong baby.”

He nodded his head in confirmation, his eyes slightly glistening because of the unnecessary guilt he was trying to let go. You then leaned forward to press another soft kiss on his forehead, mutual understanding now flowing in between you both without having to say it out loud. You didn’t know exactly what he was going through, some of the details were kept from you, but you’d be here with him through it all.

After you had both let yourselves be silent for a while, you spoke up and changed the course of the conversation, “What are you doing with those sticks?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just passing the time.”

“You could’ve hiked some more while I slept you know.”

What he said next made your heart swell and almost break, “I know, I wanted to make sure you were safe.” You knew he was trying his best after a horrible situation that had left him in pieces.

“Thank you, Santi. You always take good care of me, just remember I’m not fragile.” You did appreciate the gesture, only adding the last part at the end as a reminder. You pressed one last chaste kiss to his face in thanks, this time to his nose, before going back to your original position against the tree. He looked like he wanted to perhaps argue with you, but decided to accept your gratitude.

Santiago was soon testing your breathing in a different way than before, arousal creeping up inside of you as you watched him go back to destroying the sticks with his knife. Sometimes the way he did things reminded you of how strong he was, how easily it could be for him to break you. He cared about you so much to not want to break you, but you wanted to put your trust in him so he could hurt you in a way that felt good.

You wriggled a bit, causing Santi to look over at you for a second before going back to what he was doing. This was going to be the death of you, you were already soaking through your panties and soon it would be your shorts too. Deciding to test the waters once you were too turned on to ignore you snuck one of your hands down your shorts, discreetly unbuttoning them so you could continue to watch.

At first you just rubbed small circles into your clit to try to satiate some of the arousal coursing through your veins. It made some pleasure spark through you, biting your lip to make sure you didn’t make any noise. When you slipped your fingers to curl inside you was when it started to feel really good, pushing you close to an orgasm while you curled them upwards.

Your eyes slipped closed after a while of you staring at his hands while you played with yourself. You started to fantasize what Santiago might do to you with those hands, maybe he’d wrap them around your neck while he fucked you. An orgasm was fast approaching you, that was until you were cut off by Santiago speaking, “What are you doing?”

When you froze because of being caught your release that you had been close to achieving then abated. You answered in the most innocent voice you could muster up, “Nothing.”

“Get up and strip.” His tone told you that there was no room for you to argue, not that you really wanted him to anyway. Quickly you shucked off all your clothes, while Santiago stood up as well. All Santiago did was free his now hard cock from his cargo pants, not bothering to strip off any of his own clothes.

When you turned around to face him he instead grabbed hold of your shoulders, making you face the tree. Another order was then barked at you, “Bend over.”

You scrambled to bend over, only getting a few seconds to get comfortable in the position before he notched his cock at your entrance and began to sink inside you. Your walls stretched around his thick length as they always did because of how girth he was, but you were wet enough already that it was easier than usual.

His pace was rougher than usual once he worked himself all the way inside you. You weren’t going to question or complain though. It was exactly what you wanted, what you needed, and again you bit your lip hard to try to contain your moans.

“Don’t you dare hold back those pretty noises, Princesa, no one’s around to hear them.” Almost immediately you let out a moan that was so loud it might have bounced off the trees and echoed. He was right, if no one was around to hear it, the only people that would know how unrestrained you were letting your loud noises be, were you and Santi.

The bark bit into my hands harder as you gripped my fingers harder into the tree to try to keep yourself propped up. Everytime he thrusted into you, your eyes were tempted to roll back into your head. You tried to fight that urge because you couldn’t help but want to keep them fixed right on the hand that Santi was using as leverage for each of his deep thrusts inside you. In his hand he still held tight the hunting knife that he had been using.

You felt filthy being turned on by how he could do anything to you with that knife while you were small underneath him. Each time the front of his thighs hit the back of yours, his grip on your hip, and the one on the knife would get stronger. The veins in his hands became more prominent each time he strengthened his grip, making you think about what else he could do with his hands, and the knife. Your knees started to buckle when his cock brushed up against your sweet spot inside of you, but you kept your gaze strong.

Santi must have noticed at some point where you were looking, seeing what you couldn’t take your eyes off of. You figured out that he had noticed when he suddenly pulled out of you, turning you around roughly before speaking gruffly, “Did you like watching me with the knife? Hmm?”

You whimpered and nodded your head, admitting wordlessly your filthy desires. You already had felt small underneath him earlier while he took you from behind, but when he tapped your hip twice to signal you to jump you felt minuscule with his body crushing yours against the tree. The bark was now biting into all the skin on your back, though the slight stinging pain you felt was ignored when he sunk back inside you. This time he wasted no time in building up his pace, slamming his hips into yours with brutal efficiency.

You had almost forgotten about the knife that was still being held in one of his hands, until he brought it up back into your line of sight. Again, it was hard to keep your eyes focused on him as his cock railed into you, building your orgasm behind the scenes. Though, when he slowed his pace for a second so he could drag his tongue across the blade your drooping eyes snapped open, wide with astonishment. He then threw it to the side, landing somewhere in the pile of sticks he had cut apart and picked up his pace again.

“Can’t believe you trust me enough to have that knife so close to you.” He breathlessly spoke in disbelief, making you let out a moan which he again had no intentions of stifling, “Yeah, that’s right, moan while I use, Princesa.”

It wasn’t long before both of your releases hit hard. You tried to writhe and wriggle underneath him, but he had you trapped underneath him as he filled you. His broad shoulders did most of the work to pin you down as he finished letting you both ride out your highs.

When he began whispering sweet words into your neck laced with some obvious sadness, you were worried he might feel guilty for using the knife. He often treated you like glass, afraid to handle it roughly in case it shattered because of him. So, just to banish those thoughts swiftly you cupped his cheeks again after he had let you down, then giving him a similar reassurance as before, “I’m fine, I promise. I wanted you to do that. I promise I had a good time Santi.”

He ducked his head a little at your words, probably out of embarrassment that you had caught his guilty feelings swirling again. Mirroring his previous actions he nodded his head in confirmation, then wrapping his arms around you in an all encompassing hug. You whispered your own sweet words into his neck for a bit, without sadness, until you pulled him back in the direction of your tent, “Come on, let me clean up and then we can try to sleep. I’m tired, you wore me out again.”

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just-some-gt-trash · 4 years

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8. “There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real.” (Dear Evan Hansen) maybe with Loceit?

Wuuu, guess who’s back! Ima just drop this here, it turned out waaay longer than I expected, and I didn’t even include the prompt lol, anyways part two is on the way!

Enjoy!

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Janus was tired, it had been a stressful week for Thomas and he was finally having a break, so all the sides could rest that day.

Roman, Remus and Patton had dragged Virgil and Logan for a picnic or something at the imagination, but Janus was able to slip out of it, between everyone going up and down and from here to there for the last couple of days, he hadn’t been able to shed properly, and he really needed to, his scales were bothering him, and they were really scratchy, but he had been suppressing it since he didn’t want the others to see him like that.

So there he was, alone on his room and letting all his snake features show, his arms, his eyes and his fangs, he could hide them most of the time, unlike the scales on his face, but since there was no one around there was no need to.

And now he was getting hungry, he groaned, not really wanting to go out since he was considerably weaker and he looked gross, but again, there was no one home, so a quick little trip to the kitchen wouldn’t hurt right? Janus forced himself to stand up and walk out of his room, he was walking slow with a blanket covering him, using it kind of as a cape, he wasn’t wearing his usual outfit, he was shirtless and only had pants on, he got down the stairs and walked to the kitchen.

The deceiving side opened the fridge and shivered, pulling the blanket closer to himself, how could he be cold and hot at the same time? He honestly didn’t question it anymore, it just happened, anyways, he grabbed some fruit and some juice, thinking that would do it for now, he was about to go when “Ah, Janus, I wasn’t aware there was still someone on the house”

A bit scared and surprised, Janus turned to look at where the voice was coming from, Logan, so he too had slipped out of the “family trip”, he used his extra hands to cover himself with the blanket, and looked away to hide his shedding scales “o-oh Logan, I most certainly knew you were here as well”

Logan walked to the pantry to get some bread “I’m just taking a brief snack break as well” he mentioned noticing the thing on Janus’ hands “Thomas may not be doing anything at the moment, but there’s still a lot of things I have to look trough” he appeared not to have noticed the other side’s current state.

“Y-yeah of course, go ahead, I won’t be at my room” Janus said just to start walking out of the kitchen quickly, or at least as fast as he could like this.

Logan noticed his slow pace and turned to look at him “Is something bothering you? You appear unwell, or at least out of you characteristic personality”

Janus didn’t stop walking “I’m fine“ he hissed slightly, feeling the lie going out of his lips.

The logical side hummed “I know you’re lying” he left his half-made jam and peanut butter sandwich on the counter and walked to stand in front of Janus “Your current appearance makes it clear that you do not appear in fact, fine, as you put it”

“It’s not of your business” Janus went to walk around Logan to be able to get out of the kitchen, but was surprised when he felt the other grabbing his arm “Logan, let me go”

He shook his head “I can assure you Janus, though it’s hard to tell sometimes, I am your friend, or at least I consider you my friend, and I’m only trying to help you, I’m concerned about you”

Janus blinked, he wasn’t expecting that coming from the logical side “I’m not shedding, okay? It’s not that big of a deal, can I g to my room now?”

“Shedding?” Logan asked curiously, raising an eyebrow “I was not aware that was something you needed to go trough”

Janus rolled his eyes pulled his arm back, being able to get out of Logan’s grip “That’s not because I’ve been hiding it at all” he then continued his way, not really wanting to go on with this conversation.

Logan didn’t do anything to stop him “Do you require any assistance?”

“I’m fine“ Janus insisted, once again noticing he was lying, but not really being bothered by it, he was able to go up the stairs and to his room, glad Logan left him alone.

After an hour or so, there was a knock on his door, Janus groaned, knowing it was probably Logan since the others were going to take longer on their little trip, he stood up and opened the door “What?”

“I didn’t mean to bother you, it’s just that I’ve been investigating for the past hour and I came to the conclusion that your current environment is not ideal for your shedding process” Logan spoke as he gestured to Janus’ room.

Janus raised an eyebrow and looked around “And according to you, what would ideal be?”

Logan took out a small notebook and started reading from it “First of, you need a place that’s around 70% humidity, and your room surely wouldn’t be able to get to that, secondly, we’ve all been under a considerable amount of stress during this last week, and it’s most likely that your shedding will be affected by that, a warm bath could help you get rid of the old skin easier and snakes tend to be timid about this and shed better when alone, so I’ll leave after making sure everything’s right”

Janus was actually surprised, he crossed his arms “Why do you care so much whether I shed correctly or not?”

“Ah, well, as I mentioned earlier, I consider you a good friend and have certain attachment towards you” Logan adjusted his glasses as he spoke “if you want a not feelings related reason, I’m just looking out for you to make sure every part of Thomas’ mind is functioning as it should and in perfect state”

Janus sighed “Fine, I’ll let you help, but my room is /definitely/ able to have those conditions”

Logan nodded “I am aware, and knowing all the places around the mindpalace, I would say the imagination is the ideal place since it’s easier to change at will”

“No” Janus replied “We wouldn’t need Roman or Remus for that and I can assure you I want them to see me like this” he thought for a bit “There isn’t a place, it’s not on the subconscious, where I used to shed before, you know”

“Alright...” Logan seemed a bit unsure about this “I suppose it wouldn’t be ideal to go there on your own, I would be more than pleased to go with you if you let me”

Janus shrugged “That’s kind of not the whole point” he grabbed Logan’s hand, not noticing the other’s slight blush “Ready?” Logan just nodded, still surprised about Janus’ move, at the positive reaction, he took a deep breath and sunk down with Logan.

#my writing #lexy writes #winter is so lovely #logan sanders #deceit sanders #logic sanders #sanders sides fic #not gt #prompt #loceit #janus sanders #sanders sides #ts sides #ts janus #ts logan

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some V3 relationship HCs :) (boys)

(f/n)= first name <3

-mod velv

K1-B0 (KIIBO)

★ I LOVE HIM-

★ anyway

★ Kiibo has a basic understanding of human nature, but there are things that he just.. doesn’t get

★ like.. why do you have so many cups?? don’t you need only a couple?

★ and yes, he supposes that rock shines, but why do you need it?

★ you’ll have to explain to him some of your nature, and most humans as well. he’s very interested in learning as much as he can :)

★ after he gets some of it, (which took a while), he’ll start collecting little things that remind him of you. like a crow

★ your reactions mean everything to him

★ if you have any games that require timing, i have one word for you.

★ Kiibo.

★ he can literally pass any levels you’re stuck on

★ did i mention he heats up?

★ even though he’s.. made of metal, he’s surprisingly very comfortable! however, there are times where some parts of him dig into you uncomfortably, but there are solutions :)

★ like sweaters!! and blankets

★ speaking of, i feel like Kiibo would have a love-hate relationship with winter

★ on one hand, he gets to see you in the snow, help you make a snowman, and keep you warm during the cold nights

★ but.. his body gets stuck more often.

★ and the metal gets cold quickly, and he doesn’t want you cold :(

★ but you just remind him of the sweaters and you’ve got a happy robot :)

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

★ whenever you two go out, he always has to be touching you in someway

★ it’s never something big, and most times you don’t even notice him until later

★ more often than not, his hand finds its way to your back

★ it’s now a habit of his, to kind of lead you with that

★ if his hand isn’t at your back, i feel like it would be somewhere on your arm. like a linked arm, or he’s holding your hand so he doesn’t lose you in a crowd.

★ ok but his h a i r?

★ can i be a simp for hair

★ he definitely would let you, and only you play with his hair. like braiding it, brushing, etc.

★ i feel like he would rarely call you by your actual name, because he uses so. many. pet names.

★ “angel, could you grab that for me?”

★ “dearest, come here for a second.”

★ stuff like that smh oh to be called dearest by Kiyo

★ he’d tease you sometimes as well

★ if you’re shorter than him, he’d definitely hold things above his head so you couldn’t grab them. and if you’re taller than him, then oh boy. he’d hide stuff from you. not important things, but stuff you’d need only in that specific moment.

★ he also really likes to play with your fingers lol it helps him concentrate

★ ok but just imagine.. Kiyo in the middle of a conversation, you’re not really paying attention as you’re screwing around on your phone. suddenly, Kiyo’s soft fingers interlace between yours, giving your hand a squeeze before he begins to play with your index finger as he continues to talk. tracing the shape of it into his mind. almost like he wanted to make a copy of you.

★ he could never try to replicate you, though. you’re so perfect to him.

RANTARO AMAMI

★ TEASE KING. STEP ASIDE KOKICHI

★ Rantaro is definitely that dude that if you’re wearing a hat, he’ll pull it down over your eyes or he’ll just straight up steal it.

★ play with his hair plEASE-

★ his hair is soft, threads through your fingers rather easily, and smells like lime

★ y’all are that couple that has one’s head in their lap as they read or somethin, playing with the other’s hair.

★ he is also that dude that comes up behind you, covering your eyes with his hands as he whispers, “guess who?~”

★ Rantaro actually has pretty small hands, and they’re actually cold most of the time.

★ beware of him and his goddamn hands smh

★ he will definitely stick his hands under your shirt for “warmth” as he so says. you know that he just wants to see your reactions

★ he’s actually god at eyeliner, so if you need to wear some, he’s your guy. hey, the dude has sisters.

★ speaking of, his sisters absolutely ADORE you. usually when you go over to his house they just.. immediately snatch you for 99% of the time and Rantaro is just “😀”

★ he leaves you little doodles everywhere. like he’ll bring you a book you asked for, and like on the 120th page there’s a crow with heels and it's the funniest thing you’ve seen all day

★ he starts laughing when you bring it up, and eventually you both are just laughing so hard at it you can't breathe

★ he has so much fun when he’s with you. he can never repay you

SHUICHI SAIHARA

★ steal his hat steal his hat steal his-

★ Shuichi is flustered rather easily when it comes to you, so use that information to your advantage hehe

★ expect lots of cuddles from him, especially those back hugs. like the ones where he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, leaning his head on top of yours if you're shorter, or against your back if you’re taller.

★ he’ll let out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles into your form, trying to keep his face hidden.

★ he finds your voice so soothing, especially when you read to him? like watch this:

★ you two are working on one of his cases together. your job is reading out his notes from the scene, your voice a low murmur as he works away. you haven’t noticed that he’s just.. stopped writing, staring at his pen as he begins to play with it. scratchy handwriting is what his eyes rake over, an adoring smile plastered to his face as he just listens. eventually you notice he’s stopped. “..Shuichi?” your soft voice asks, and he jolts a bit, grasped from his daydream. “a-ah.. sorry (f/n).. continue?”

★ more often than not it's your murmurs that causes the sleep deprivation to slap him in the face and just be knocked tf out.

★ helping him with cases is one of your favorite things?? like Shuichi you’re so smart give yourself some credit?????

★ every morning he greets you with a small smile. even though he’s still really tired, he makes an effort for you :)

★ i love funky detective man smh

GONTA GOKUHARA

★ b,, baby man,,

★ if you’re terrified of bugs, he’ll try to keep his little friends away from you, he doesn’t want to scare you at all :(

★ if you don’t mind bugs/you like them, he’ll be overjoyed!!

★ he probably has a bug named after you

★ more often than not, you’ll find them in your room or on your things. usually they’re really gorgeous, he says they remind you of him that day :)

★ he tries to switch up the bugs you find each day, so it’s always a little surprise when you enter your own room

★ ask him to carry you

★ he wants to carry you.

★ pl e a se

★ Gonta is also really warm, and his hands are HUGE

★ expect so many head pats from him. he loves how small you are compared to him

★ boops from Gonta? boops from Gonta.

★ this man straight up craves your cuddles.

★ because of his body temperature and scent of pine, it’s not hard at all to fall asleep in his embrace

★ i feel like he wakes up rather early, so he gets the pleasure of watching you sleep

★ not in a creepy way! he thinks you look so.. peaceful. angelic, is more of the word.

★ he absolutely LOVES seeing you in his clothes. just the way the cloth envelopes your tiny frame, you with your adorable smile and sweater paws?

★ god he loves you sm

RYOMA HOSHI

★ when you two first got into a relationship, he rarely touched you.

★ he literally had no idea what to do

★ he lived all of his life on eggshells, scared of every coming day

★ and then you, his ray of sunshine, just came to him?

★ he’s just so lost

★ however, you knew what to do.

★ you basically taught him that no, you’re not going to disappear from his life at any given moment. you promise.

★ it took some convincing, but you got there.

★ anyway, he doesn’t show too much PDA, but he’s taken up the habit of grasping your sleeve when you two walk together

★ given the fact that you’re likely taller than him, this boy l o v e s your hugs.

★ the way you just envelope him in your loving embrace.. he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

★ he might tell you so, but you quickly shut him up with a kiss or something :)

★ spooning spooning spooning-

★ he’s usually little spoon, but he’ll be big spoon if you want :)

★ Ryoma really likes being held by you. he feels like time stops, like all that matters is you in that moment.

★ he just feels so safe when he’s around you. he’s gotta get used to it

★ one time when you both went on a date, you accidentally found the main base of the stray cats in your town

★ they LOVED him and now you go there frequently to visit the cats

★ ya’ll definitely have a cat from there too smh you’re so cute

KOKICHI OUMA

★ at the earliest stages of your relationship, i have two words for you.

★ good luck.

★ you are not safe from Kokichi.

★ you are targeted by him.

★ anyway, i definitely feel like he would be so clingy with you.

★ he doesn’t care that you’re in public, he will latch onto you and be a nuisance.

★ holding onto your sleeve, holding your hand, latching onto your leg so you have to drag him around, full on trying to tackle you, etc.

★ p i g g y b a c k r i d e s

★ if you don’t want him to completely annoy you, just hoist him up onto your back for a ride

★ he LOVES it

★ i also feel like he wouldn’t really know what he’s doing at first.. you make him feel so many things, emotions that he thought were buried a long time ago. it’s a bit too much for him

★ patience is key with Kokichi. please just wait for him. he’ll catch up when he’s ready.

★ but when he does? and when you’ve convinced him you’re not leaving anytime soon?

★ you have the most caring and lovable man right at your side.

★ he’s.. so soft with you.

★ Kokichi absolutely adores being held by you. probably the most out of the V3 crew. he feels so secure, so sure of your relationship in those moments. he sleeps best when you’re around, which he desperately needs due the insomnia that plagues him most nights.

★ quiet cuddles are such a treasure to you. he’s usually silent during your cuddle sessions, his head either in the crook of your neck or buried in your chest, inhaling your scent so he can imprint it to his mind. it makes you more in love with him.

★ also DICE adores you-

KAITO MOMOTA

★ he is,, the biggest simp for you,,,

★ literally every single day, Kaito looks at you with the biggest grin on his face because every time he looks at you, he notices a new thing that makes him love you even more.

★ stargazing da te s✨

★ ^ these dates often end up with him going on a rant about the constellations and their movements, star types, etc. and you love him for it

★ his coat is so warm?? you wonder how he wears it 24/7

★ he absolutely LOVES it when you tackle hug him. he doesn’t even care if he was in the middle of a conversation, just feeling the sudden embrace of his s/o makes him melt.

★ those tackle hugs usually end up in him turning around and scooping you up, spinning you around before planting you back down and giving you a sweet kiss

★ PDA? he loves it

★ he NEVER would do anything that makes you uncomfortable though.

★ your PDA mostly consists of hand holding, hugs, all that soft stuff :)

★ he would definitely have to do a double take if you ever wore his jacket.

★ “hey (f/n)? where-“ and he’d just s t a r e at you, his face going ablaze in red

★ he’s like that Tamaki gif

★ yeah that one ^

★ more often than not, you get piggyback rides from him

★ the gentle rock of his body as he walks, his overall warmth, his scent of lavender.. it’s perfect to lull you asleep.

★ he wouldn’t have it any other way :)

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 6

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,988

Trigger Warnings: None really, homelessness?

A/N: Shit! This chapters later than I wanted it to be! Since I've been back to work my schedule has been all fucky. Usually I try to post every friday but...lol. Anyways, If you like my work, don't be afraid to interact! I love hearing from you guys! Also check out my Wattpad for my original works, and my Patreon if you wanna support me further!

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Toshinori watched from the doorway of what he once called home. He watched men in police uniforms, suits and ties, and underground heroes, rush through the apartment. Now living exclusively on campus, the apartment felt like a grim reminder of your absence. Your mother and Xavier poured over pages upon pages of eyewitnesses and anything else that could give them a clue.

Unlike the last time the heroes found and raided The League, there were no signs of known members. Meaning they were either being more careful, or they were no longer in Musutafu. He shuffled into the room, sitting down on the couch and looking outside to large windows onto the city below. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Everyone froze. Heads swiftly turned. Was this news of your disappearance? Had you been found? Detective Tsukauchi was the first to move. Slowly picking the receiver, and placing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, who is this?" A scratchy voice asked.

"I am Detective Tsukauchi. Who am I speaking with?" His voice was firm and demanding. A dark chuckle came from the other end, sending a chill down the poor mansion spine.

"I think you know who I am, detective." Another laugh rattled from Shigaraki's chest. You watched him from the other line. Everyone sitting patiently around him as they watched him on the phone. You sat beside him, hands placed on either side of you on the couch. Anxiously waiting for your turn.

"Can I-"

"Shh." He hushed you gently, putting a finger to his lips before they broke into a wide smile.

"You see I just called because someone here has a little message for you. It's family business you see, would All Might be available to talk?" He pulled the phone away before letting loose another laugh. The room jumped and coiled in uncontrollable laughter. Like a group of kids making a prank phone call.

"Shigaraki...I swear if you lay a finger on her I'll-"

"Hold on one sec, she's right here. Y/N?" He pulled his attention away from the phone and smiled at you as he handed it over. You took it and gently pressed it to your ear.

"....Dad?"

"Y/N! Are you alright? Have they hurt you?"

"No...No I'm fine actually." Shigaraki watched you with a clever smile stretched across his face. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head in his hand. Clearly very proud of himself and the torment he caused.

"Where are you?"

"I don't know actually. It's like a repurposed office building I think. I don't know where it is, all the windows are boarded up. They brought me by car."

"By car?”

"Yeah, I don't really know what they're up to. I mean, I do, I just... I don't know they do things weird." Shigaraki's smile slowly started to fade as you critiqued. When you looked up and saw his expression, you felt compelled to respond. "What? You do." You told him. He shrugged you off.

"You sound...alright." Your father said, confused and concerned.

"I guess I am relatively okay. They feed me and clothe me and no ones been really that bad to me yet so...I'm okay I guess."

"She's lying!" You heard a voice chirp from the other line. Your stomach turned. Xavier was there?

"Y/N! Y/N tell us where you are!" Your mother demanded as she wrenched the phone away from your father. Her voice was jarring and rough. You tensed up.

"I...I don't know where I am. I told him it’s like an old office building I-"

"Can you tell us anything else? What do you remember from the car ride?" She was frantic now.

"Nothing. I had a bag over my head the whole time. This place has some electricity and some running water but it’s not to the whole building? It's old... it's been years since anyone has been here-"

"Anything else!?" She cried. You paused.

"No...I...I'm fine otherwise." Shigaraki made a 'speed it up' motion with his hand. "I...I have a message for Detective Tsukauchi, could you put him back on?"

"Let me talk to her!" Xavier begged.

"I don't have much time, please, Detective-"

"Y/N! Baby!" You cringed at the sound of your boyfriend’s panicked voice.

"Hey, babe. I'm fine." You tried to brush him off.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm alright, I guess. A little tired. Scared." You had to remember the last part.

"I can't imagine what you're going through without your meds."

"Oh. Yeah. My meds. I'm losing my mind." You said in a flat, sarcastic tone. It made the others snicker.

"Just remember your breathing exercises we did, okay? Do them with me now, okay? You ready?"

"Yeah-uh-"

"One, two, three, in.........out. Okay? One, two, three IN! . . . . . . . . OUT! One, two, three, in . . . . . . OUT! Okay? Do them with me. Remember to align your chakras!" He went on like this for a solid minute. Unable to contain yourself, you covered your mouth with your hand and held the speaker out so the whole room could laugh at him. Even Shigaraki, who turned away to laugh joined in on the fun. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You smiled through.

"We're coming to get you, alright? Just hang tight a little longer."

"Uhuh."

"Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, sugar muffin."

"Right. So Detective Tsukauchi."

"Okay, yes, here he is...I love you!"

"Love you too." You chuckled, your hand playing with the flesh between your brow as you laughed at him.

"Y/N." Finally.

"I just, have a message from the villains." You told him with an awkward smile.

"Go ahead." You looked up at your captor.

"They say if All Might doesn't come forward soon, they won't be giving me back." You watched his smile widen. "They want the world to know the Heroes' failures. It's either me or the truth. Your choice." And with that, you hung up the phone. The room fell into a satisfied and relaxed state. A sense of victory went around the room as smiles and giggles greeted you.

"Who the hell was that last guy!?" Toga shouted as she laughed.

"Oh, that was Xavier, my boyfriend."

"Ooh! Boyfriend! How Sweet!-Gross!" Twice added.

"You've never mentioned a partner before, Y/N." Mr. Compresss added. You shrugged.

"I guess I forgot. Being kidnapped and all."

"You've been pretty forgetful latley haven't you? First your meds, now this. Anything else you care to share with us?" Dabi questioned.

"Not that I can think of. I guess sometimes I forget I should be scared nowadays." You paused before turning to look back at Shigaraki who wore a satisfied grin as his eyes wandered around the floor. Clearly dissociating. “Shigaraki?”

"Hm?"

"...what happens to me, if they don't comply?"

"They will."

"Are you going to kill me?" He rolled his eyes.

"No. I'm not going to kill you. Especially now with that quirk of yours."

"But-"

"Are you really questioning why I'm not going to kill you?" He took the phone in his hand and dusted the object. He stood and started walking out to another room.

"I just...aren’t I a pain in the ass to keep around?" You asked the room. A few answered with a nod, others stayed silent.

"Come on. I wanna show you something." You stood and followed him down the hallway. You followed him through the building, through the parts that were inhabitable and rotting. He took you up a few flights, up to the very top just before the roof. There was a large room filled with old desks, chairs, computers, etc. He stopped in front of a large window that overlooked the city. "Come here." You stood beside him and looked out the window at the people walking around. You saw an old alleyway that housed a few homeless people as they went about their day. A few passers-by ignoring them and rushing past. "What do you see?"

"A group of homeless people. Why?"

"And what about him?" You watched as a man, well dressed and well-kept walked down the street. He starred at a man who begged him for money, then laughed in his face before walking away.

"Some asshole." You noted. He smiled.

"The world is littered with them. And it’s the heroes that encourage it, they demand it. They created a world where we steal and rob and ignore each other assuming someone else will take care of it. Heroes created a society that requires you to assimilate, to obey. If not, you're thrown away like trash." He grumbled as he watched the homeless man.

"Is that...what happened to you?" You asked. He didn't answer. "What about her?" You watched as a woman passing through stopped to give the homeless man some change.

"What? You think she deserves a pat on the back for the bare minimum?" He snarled.

"Huh?"

"What good does that one act do, huh!? He'll have a meal and live to see another miserable day. She solved a minor problem, she's not doing any real good. And she doesn't deserve anything for it."

"But-"

"It doesn't matter unless you do something to change the bigger picture. She can give all the change she wants, take him in for all I care. But she only helps one person! She won't do any real good unless she demands change for them! Unless she actively works to make sure people like him don't end up like that!" You took a few steps back as he yelled.

"Alright! You don't have to yell at me!" You barked, the tension in the room coming to a climax when your quirk pulled a few chairs and tables closer to you. Making a horrible screeching sound as it did. "I understand." You finally spoke when the two of you had calmed down.

"If All Might doesn't come forward and tell the truth, you'll be working with us."

"What? Why? My quirk is dangerous and volatile. I have no control, I'd be practically useless."

"That's why your training starts today."

"Training?"

"What? You wanna be a slave to your quirk forever? Because if you wanna go back on your meds, you can. But I doubt you want to keep living in fear of yourself." You thought for a second before answering.

"I...I don't know..." He slowly started to approach you.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore. I can help you."

"How? You hardly have control of your own emotions as it is. You think you could help teach me to control mine?" You chuckled.

"If my research is right, this isn't about control, it’s about distribution."

"Distribution..."

"If you could learn to express your emotions properly. Let yourself be free from the fear of your own quirk, you could learn to repurpose that energy, and gain anatomy."

"Those disgusting bastards!" Xavier growled under his breath as his nails dug into the sleeve of his button-up. He rattled with rage in the corner as others worked. Your mother paced back and forth, spewing theory after theory.

"She sounded...fine..." Toshinori said in disbelief.

"Clearly she's traumatized beyond repair!" Your mother declared.

"Everyone." Another detective called. The room fell silent. "I think you should hear this." Pressing play, the sound of your recorded voice played out.

"In......OUT! One, two, three, IN.........out." From the other line, the sound of soft snickering and laughter could be heard. Your laughs being the loudest.

"Is she, laughing?" Your father asked.

"She's laughing...with them," Xavier observed.

"What!? Laughing? A reflex! She's disturbed! She's hysterical!" Your mother shouted.

"They're turning her," Xavier said softly. "They're corrupting her...without her meds she's left defenseless and scared. They're taking advantage of her good nature!"

"We got it." Detective Tsukauchi declared.

"Got what?"

"Well, it was difficult considering it was a prepaid wireless phone but...We've got her location."

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