#this is a 'nothing in the fridge looks good situation' but for my ears

[jellybeanium124]

I don't want to think I want to listen to something while I do menial tasks but there's nothing I want to listen to.

[lqveharrington]

We Become We | L.M.

summary: You and Lucifer were both linked by an unknown force, but Lucifer acted upon it differently, thinking it meant nothing.

pairing: Archangel!Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!Reader

includes: fluff, angst, Sera and Micheal being kind of mean, heartbreak, letting your heart decided what to do and not your mind. (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any !)

a/n: i listened to this song at least 100 times the other day, it’s really good. i think it made me cry already based on how many tiktoks i’ve seen of it.

Since the Father in Heaven created you, you have always been more curious about the different angels he created. You were the second Seraphim created after Sera, so you witnessed the birth of many angels, except for the Archangels. You were introduced to one another as royalty, treating one another with such status.

However, you always caught the eyes of a certain Archangel. He was the second oldest of God’s children, much like how you were the second Seraphim. When you were introduced to one another, you instantly clicked. You always made sure to find him once a day, conversing on several topics about Earth and the Heavens.

“Luce, where’s the— Lucifer!” You grimace at the Archangel, watching him give you a teasing grin. “You’re not supposed to touch those until later tonight.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to break into the palace’s kitchens for a snack!” He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. You scrunch your nose at the action. “So formal all the time, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes as a smile etches its way to your lips, grabbing the strawberries from the fridge. “Just help me, you idiot.”

“Rude.” He bit into a strawberry, humming at the taste. “I was stating a fact.”

Nudging his shoulder, your wings ruffle at the words. “We have to go, Luce.”

“You really just came in here to get strawberries—?”

You both froze when you heard Gabriel and Sera’s voices coming through the other end of the kitchens, glancing at one another. Without another thought, you both run toward the back door, entering the palace gardens. You flinched when you heard Sera’s booming voice from the garden.

Lucifer pulled you by the waist, and softly pushed your back on a willow tree, covering your mouth when the wind speeds increased from his brother and your sister’s wings. Your eyes widened at the action, scanning his face as he looked behind you. You suddenly felt warm. From his hand holding your waist to the close proximity, you swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Sorry, they were looking for the culprit.” He chuckled as he removed his hand from your mouth, his golden eyes meeting your eyes. “Are you alright?”

You nod, face still warm from his hand still around your waist. “You still have frosting on your cheek, Luce…”

“Oh?” He swiped with his tongue, making you giggle. “Did I get it?”

“No.” You lift your hand, gently wiping the frosting off. “There.”

Lucifer smiled at you, “Thank you, beautiful.”

Seconds passed as you whispered back a response, letting the silence encapsulate the both of you. Your eyes searched his gaze while he cupped your cheek, rubbing softly.

“Lucifer—“

“SAMAEL!” Micheal yelled for his twin, making the both of you separate.

Your cheeks flare at the situation, watching him press a kiss to your cheek as he walks backward.

“I have to go, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” He winks, pushing off the ground with his six wings.

You lean against the tree, hand clutched by your heart. He had you hooked with a single action, but at what cost?

I could never choose to love another…

Months had passed and the Father created new souls on Earth. He created human souls, which fueled both you and Lucifer’s curiosity. You both visited them once in a while, but unbeknownst to you, Lucifer would visit without you, having built a blooming relationship with the human soul Lilith.

“Micheal!” You caught up with your creator’s eldest child, shifting your weight on your feet when he gave you an annoyed look. “Sorry, but uh… Do you know where Luc—Samael is? He promised we would have a picnic in the palace gardens today.”

“He went down to Earth to speak with Lilith again.” The Archangel waved you off. “If you wish to speak to him—“

“I’ll just go down to Earth.” You purse your lips, wings fluffing at his tone.

Lucifer said he was going to meet up with you by the gardens earlier that morning, he promised you. Did he just forget? Your heart ached at the thought as you soared down from the Heavens toward the Garden of Eden. You always loved visiting Earth’s garden, smiling when you saw flourishing greenery.

You slowly landed by the waterfall you added with Lucifer, his laughter ringing through the air. The wildlife followed you as you made your way over to the sound, your smile brightening when you saw Lucifer’s figure.

“Lucifer!” You shout for him, but the water from the waterfall drowns out your calls. You swiftly moved past all the growing plants before you froze, your heart beating harder with each passing second you watched.

Lilith and Lucifer were in a relationship?

Your heart broke as they parted from the kiss, Lilith tilting her head when she saw you. The animals surrounding you rubbed their heads against your legs in hopes of bringing your attention away from the couple.

Suddenly, Lucifer whipped around, eyes widening at being caught. Especially by you. “Fuck, beautiful—“

“I have to go.” You murmur, wings pushing you away from them.

Tears cascaded down your face as you made it back to Heaven, letting yourself break down when reaching your room’s balcony. The Archangels and Sera heard your curses out to the angel who took your heart and crushed it, frowning at the thought of what you saw.

They soon figured out the cause of your heartbreak, meaning the Angelic Council needed to make a crucial decision about the souls. With you swaying the final decision.

Lucifer watched you from where he stood with Lilith, knowing you would never look his way ever again.

“The Angelic Council voted unanimously,” Sera spoke with a delicate voice, hidden poison underneath. “You are both sentenced to Hell, becoming fallen to those in Heaven.”

You refused to look up from the papers in front of you, listening intently to your sister’s words. The whispers in the back of your head get louder as you hear Lucifer protest…

“ENOUGH.” Sera boomed her voice in the room, making you flinch. “It will be effective immediately.”

Lucifer looks back toward you, finally meeting your eyes. And for the first time, he saw guilt and anger emitting from you. He knew you loved him, but thought it didn’t mean anything until now.

Maybe one day I can learn to love you, too…

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[rafesfavgirl]

gurl i neeed a part 2 of stop asking me to stay, that broke me😭😭😭

you ask, i deliver :) hope you like it!!

i don't regret a thing — r. cameron

part 1.

❝ we're not the only ones,  i don't regret a thing every word i've said, you know i'll always mean ❞

pairing: ex-bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you and rafe have been dating for seven months, and while the relationship started it out well, as soon as the honeymoon phase ended (about 3 months in), everything went to shit. you've been trying to put up with it, knowing the situation with ward, but tonight, you realize you've had enough.

words: 2.4k+

warnings: swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of drug use, mainly fluff, a little angst, might still make you cry. rafe being an absolute simp for you, basically.

rafe wakes up the next morning, faced-down on topper's living room couch with almost no recollection of what happened the night before. except one thing—you'd finally walked away from him.

"not enough to choose me. you give in every time." your words echo in his head, as he opens his eyes.

fuck. what did he do?

"good morning sunshine," kelce comes down the stairs and greets rafe, who looked as if he couldn't move from the couch. "you sleep well?"

"i slept like shit," rafe groans, finally sitting himself up. "what the hell happened last night?"

"you mean other than you getting coked out and royally screwing things over with y/n?" kelce sasses him. "not much bro."

rafe shoots him a glare. "i did not royally screw things over with y/n."

"are you sure about that?" kelce raises a brow at him. "cause i had to drive her home last night crying, bro."

rafe's ear perk up at kelce's confession of you crying over him. you wouldn't have. you were the one who broke up with him.

"she was crying?" rafe asks.

"do you seriously even have to ask?" kelce replies. "i can't even count on two hands how many times you've made her cry the last few months."

no, that couldn't be true. surely he hadn't made you cry that often.

"shut the fuck up kelce," rafe gets up from the couch in complete denial of how shitty he's treated you the last few months and makes his way over to the kitchen.

rafe opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, while kelce joins him in the kitchen.

"you know it's true," kelce says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. "you just never see it, because she won't let you."

was he right?

"you know how y/n is, bro," kelce adds, as i take a sip of water. "she'll never let you know you're hurting her, because you fear nothing more than being the cause of her pain and losing her. but she's also not going to beg and cry for you to stay and fight for her."

i did know that. that's what i loved about her. she didn't necessarily play hard to get when i tried asking her out on a date after months of texting, but she didn't give in too easily either. she wanted me to prove i was serious about her before giving me a real chance. she knew her worth.

i recap the bottle i'm drinking from and set it down on the counter beside me, my eyes focused on kelce. "so what should i do?"

kelce holds his hands up. "if you don't know by now, i can't help you."

—

rafe wasn't an idiot. he knew what he had to do.

so, after going home and taking a shower to freshen up and get a change of clothes, he drove to the flower shop in town to get you a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, then nothing bundt cakes to get your favorite treat—a white chocolate raspberry bundt cake—and finally, your house.

once he parked his truck in front of your house and got out, he went through his usual routine of rounding around to your backyard, where he moved the ladder the gardeners used towards your bedroom window.

he climbed up and knocked, balancing the flowers and bundt cake in one hand.

you were sitting in bed watching after we fell on your laptop with a box of tissues beside you and puffy, red eyes when you hear the knock on your window.

without even thinking about it, you already knew who it was. this was just what he did. and against your better judgment, you got up from your bed, and walked over to pull the curtains open and find rafe outside with a regretful look on his face, a bouquet of flowers and a small box of your favorite treat.

slowly, but surely, you unlock the window and pull it up.

"i'm sorry," he speaks before you can, and you scoff.

"you know, i'm getting real sick of hearing you say that," you reply, turning around to walk away and reposition yourself back on your bed, while he slips in through your window.

"i got you flowers," he offers you a small smile and holds both items out to you. "and your favorite bundt cake. white chocolate raspberry."

your eyes shift from the gifts in his hand to his piercing blue eyes. they were no longer dark like they were last night, but there was a sense of uncertainty in them. like he wasn't sure he could win you back.

"so what? am i suppose to just forgive you? just like that?" you retort.

he lets out a sigh, and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, placing both items down on your bed next to your box of tissues. he finally gets a good look at you—from the messy bun on your head, to the bags under your eyes from barely getting any sleep last night, to your red, puffy eyes—and realizes just how badly he's messed up this time.

"i should've just fucked all those other girls. at least they know how to have fun." he still couldn't believe he said those words to you last night.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness," he admits. "i know that. but i want it, y/n. and i'm willing to work for it."

while those words were music to your ears, you were apprehensive. he apologizes every time. and while things do change for a while, they're never permanent. and a week or two from now, you'd be back in this same situation again. was that really worth it?

"i know i don't deserve any more chances," he continues, his eyes only focused on yours. "but i promise… i promise just give me one more and you won't regret it."

your eyes shift between his. he looked a little… scared? was he really that afraid to lose you?

"i don't know, rafe," you say honestly, shifting a little. "you've hurt me so bad… i don't know if i can take you doing it one more time."

"i'm not going to," he immediately shakes his head and reaches out to take your hands in his, fiddling with your fingers and glancing down at them. "please, baby, please. just let me show you i'm the guy for you. that i can be the guy you need and want me to be."

"how?"

"you'll give me a chance?" he asks, his eyes lighting up at the idea of being given another chance to win you back. 

despite your brain screaming at you not to, your heart wins over and you nod. you couldn't help it. every part of you yearned for him. and if he was willing to show you that he really could be the guy you knew he was—the guy you fell in love with—then maybe it would be worth it.

"wear something nice," he says. "i'll come back to pick you up at seven."

—

at exactly seven on the dot, you hear rafe park his car in front of your house, and look out your bedroom window to see him dressed in skinny black slacks and a long sleeve, white button down carrying a bouquet of red roses as he walked towards your driveway and front door.

you can't help the small smile that forms on your face as you hurry to strap your heels on and look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before grabbing your purse off your vanity and heading down the stairs.

"where are you heading off to?" your mom asks when you pass by the living room, all dressed up.

"date with rafe," you reply, walking towards the front door.

your parents had never been rafe's biggest fan—they weren't exactly unaware of how often he's made you cry the last couple of months—but they also knew they couldn't stop you from dating whoever you wanted, so they never fought you on it, and you were grateful for that. it was comforting to know they'd support you no matter what happened.

taking a deep breath, you place your hand on the doorknob, and finally open the door when the bell rings.

rafe's eyes instantly widen at the sight of you, his eyes trailing down your body wrapped in a tight, short, satin red dress. "wow," he gasps. "you- you look…"

your cheeks redden at his loss of words. "you don't clean up too bad yourself, cameron."

he smiles at your use of his last name as a nickname, and holds the red roses in his hand out to you. "these are for you."

"you already got me flowers this morning, you know," you joke, taking the bouquet from him. your mom was gonna be pleased to know rafe was back to filling up all her flower vases.

"i know, but…" he trails off. "you deserve the best."

the blush on your cheeks deepen at his words. "give me a second," you turn to walk back towards the living room, and set the bouquet down on the coffee table in front of your parents. "don't wait up."

they don't even get a word in before you're walking away again to join rafe outside.

"shall we?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes, as you closed the door behind you.

"just… one more thing," a sly smile comes across his lips, as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a black blindfold.

you stare at it, your mouth agape. "you're kidding, right?"

he shrugs, "i want it to be a surprise."

you groan, but give in anyway. "fine. but if i trip in these heels because i can't see where i'm going, consider us broken up for good."

he laughs at the threat, even though a part of him was afraid you still wouldn't forgive him after tonight. "you know i won't let that happen. turn around."

you do as he says, and he ties the blindfold around your eyes, before taking your hand in his and leading you down the driveway towards his car parked up on the curb. he opens the door for you, and carefully helps you into the passenger seat, before closing the door and rounding the car to get in the driver's seat.

the second the engine comes on, your romantic taylor swift playlist plays through the car's speakers.

"you didn't," you say. he would always complain when you had aux because she was all you'd ever play.

"i guess she's not too bad," rafe shrugs, chuckling as you began singing along to the lyrics of wildest dreams.

rafe continued driving through the island for another ten or fifteen minutes, before he finally pulled the car to a stop in front of his family's beach house on the edge of figure eight, completely secluded from everything else.

he gets out of the car first, and helps you out, taking your hand in his to lead you through the house and out to the back porch.

"are you ready?" he leans in towards your ear, and goosebumps rise along your skin at his proximity.

you nod, and he reaches his hands up to the back of your head to untie the blindfold.

it takes a little while for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, a feeling of warmness fills your heart at the sight in front of you.

red rose petals were scattered in the sand of the private beach, along with fairy lights, a candlelit table for two set up in the center of it all, as acoustic instrumentals of taylor's best love songs played through the speaker situated on the porch.

"you like it?" he asked.

you turn your head to look at him. "rafe, i… it's perfect."

"that's what i was going for," he shrugs smugly, and nods his head towards the set up. "come on."

you both remove your shoes, before he takes your hand in his again and leads you down the back porch to the table in the middle of the beach.

"i can't believe you did this for me," you say, as he pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

"i'd do anything for you," he smiles, taking the seat across from you once you're seated.

—

after a three course dinner and a bottle of wine, which was all served to the both of you by a waiter that rafe hired from the country club, the night slowly came to an end, an endless amount of stars filling the night sky above you.

but while you were focused on the stars, rafe was focused on you.

"god, you're beautiful," he says, causing you to look at him now.

you chuckle, "shut up."

"no, i'm fucking serious," he replied, standing up from his seat.

you watched him carefully as he walked over to you, and held a hand out.

you glance at his hand and tilt your head up at him, "what are you doing?"

"dance with me," he says.

"you're asking me to dance?" you raise a brow at him.

"mhm," he nods. "you gonna say yes?"

"well how can i say no?" you reply, a small smile forming on your lips as you put your hand in his.

he leads you a few feet away from the table, and rests a firm hand on your waist, as you trail a hand up to his shoulder.

he locks his eyes with yours as you both begin swaying to taylor's timeless, and scans your face.

"what?"

he shakes his head, "i don't deserve you..."

"rafe…"

"but i'm gonna do everything i can to make sure i become the kind of guy who does," he cuts me off. "i want to be better, y/n. not only for you, but for myself too."

you smile, and pull him closer, your hand snaking to the back of his head.

"i'm sorry for being such an ass the last few months," he says, and you close my eyes, taking the moment in as he continues. "i know i haven't deserved all the chances you've given me, but i'm not gonna disappoint you again. i want to be the guy you think i am."

you pull away, just enough to have your eyes lock with his.

"you are that guy, rafe," you tell him, and you mean it. "you just need to let him show more."

he smiles, "you're pretty damn amazing, you know that?"

"so i've been told," you shrug jokingly.

he chuckles. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

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[bunnyteetharry]

Full Throttle

summary: Harry get’s into a bad crash during a race which leads to the exposure of your secret relationship

warnings: none-ish

pairing: formula1driver!arry x bossesdaughter! reader

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The sound of people chattering and cars zooming loudly filled your ears

You were sat in the box with he other race engineers, all eyes glued to the big screens that were mounted onto the wall, you fixed the position of you headset you don’t know how many times already, your leg was bouncy up and down like crazy

Growing up surrounded by this environment you would think you would be use to this already but of course that changed when it was someone you cared about on that race track

Your Dad was The Managing Director for Ferrari, since you can remember, you and your sisters would always tag along and watch the races sometimes out in the stands with your Mom or by the technical team, watching them fix up the cars quickly in the box and getting overly excited when they rushed back into the race which blew a huge gust of wind your way and brushed your hair all over your faces

You met Harry when he was freshly up incoming for Mercedes at 21 years old, whenever you come around during the summer and help your dad, while learning some things about the different roles when it comes to the sport, he would roam around till he found you in the snack room and you started talking since

Well mostly him bugging you any chance he could, when he won in The Australian Grand Prix, he hopped off the car and ran straight towards you “I think a congratulations kiss is in order” his smirk was spread wide across his face, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest “Beat it before my dad see’s you over here Styles” he smiled and ran back to his team, jumping on them to give them a hug, resulting in almost crashing all of them into the ground

Four years later he joined Ferrari at 25 years old, you were currently finished with being an intern and joined race engineers, imagine the look on your face when you walked into the schedule meeting and see the sly smirking British man sitting there next to your dad

“Where’s my welcome to the team kiss?” He was leaned again the wall of the snack room, right where it all began “Can’t push me away now since we’re teammates” you rolled your eyes “Are you here just to annoy me even more? Cause this is a huge step that may resolve in a restraining order” he shrugged and picked up a water from the mini fridge “Who knows but I see this as a win win situation” before he was about to leave the room he turned back around and leaned down to your ear whispering “No getting rid of me now sweetheart” he pecked your cheek, smiling wildly out the room leaving you stun in your spot

Throughout his time with Ferrari, there was an odd thing going on between you and Harry, everyone noticed it, but you tried to ignore it as best as you could, sure you couldn’t help the sigh of relief you let out each time he finished a race in mint condition or the small smiles you would send each other across the rooms

At one point you finally admitted to yourselves that you had attraction towards each other and went on a few dates, at night of course as you didn’t want to bring an up roar in the morning with the press if you were seen with one of Ferrari’s top driver, especially with eh position your dad is in, you just knew the headlines would be wild

Even with secretly dating for a year now, it’s hard to do anything, let alone hold hands, it’s a good thing you’re families okay with it or else this would make your relationship ever harder then it already is

“He’s going to be okay love” your dad squeezed your hand tenderly, you tried your best to hide your worries into your smile “I know, it’s just you know how nervous I get sometimes” he nodded and smiled “He’s the best of the best, nothing can go wrong even with his track record” he said before heading back to his spot next to the track

The beep of the starter lights began to sound off

All three of you scooted to the end of your seated and breath hitched once the lights turned green

Half an hour in and the charts were looking good, Harry was close to second place coming behind his teammate Leclerc, right when he’s about to hit that mark Lewis Hamilton looses control of his breaks and crashes into Harry’s rear right tire, sending both of them tumbling toward the edge of the track

“Fuck” you mumbled quickly standing up from your seat, “Harry, you alright mate?” Roger the technical manager called out from the headset, it was quite for a minute but it felt like years before Harry answered “Yeah I’m good” he coughed, from the corner of the screen you could see the Marshalls already on the scene to make sure Harry and Lewis were safe from the impact

Minutes later Harry was back in the box, his face covered with debris and scratches

Everyone came up to him to congratulate on a good job he did so far before the crash happen, after the crowd settled down you dropped your headset onto the counter and ran towards him

He immediately reacted and wrapped his arm tightly around you, the other clutching your head, “I’m okay baby” he whispered pecking your forehead, every stood and starred at you both, a look of shock scattered on their faces

Letting go you cupped his face, looking for anymore injuries he may have “Hey, hey I’m fine love” he smiled softly bringing your hands down and wiping off the tears on your cheek

“Don’t ever scare me like that again” you lightly punched his chest “No promises” he smiled down at you

a/n: sorry for the long wait (and the quick ending), I was so busy with college I lost track of time but I’m trying to get as much writing as I can done, hope you enjoyed this one! <3

[dearmura]

strawberry seeds

☆ cw. fem-bodied reader, periods, reader is RLY sensitive, non-sexual baths (normalize this pls), not proofread

☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader

☆ genre. fluff, established relationship

☆ a.n. totally not making them have Mexican cuz I'm craving it...

with a sharp pain enveloping your lower abdomen, you painfully clutch onto the ice cold handle of the fridge, hissing at the feeling. you let out a deep breath to stop yourself from tearing up, utterly exhausted at the cramps you were experiencing. strangely enough, you always seemed to crave the sweet yet acidic taste of strawberries during that time of the month, explaining your out of the blue search for them now. barely gathering enough strength to pull the door open, you let out a sigh, eyes scanning the food items for a container of strawberries

as if the mood swings didn't add to your already sour mood, you feel yourself tear up subconsciously at the realization you'd run out of the sweet berries. you acknowledge the fact that you were most definitely being overdramatic but your oversensitivity prevented you from having a clear mind, allowing streaks of tears to roll down your cheeks

hearing your breath hitch and quiet sobs from the other room, riki's blood runs cold. immediately running in search of you, his eyes soften when they meet your bloodshot ones. sitting on the floor defeated, you look up at the boy with a pout, sniffing pitifully as he caresses your cheek

"what's wrong, angel?" he speaks softly as to not frighten you, bending down so he was just above your eye level, watching as you lean into his gentle touch

"w-we ran out of strawberries" you say between sniffs, looking up at the boy like a miserable child, only making him coo. seeing tears threatening to spill from your watery eyes, he cups your cheeks before pulling you into his warm embrace

"shhh shhh angel, angel, I've got you, beautiful" he whispers sweetly, catching onto your situation by your craving alone, knowing you all too well. your breathing slowly calms down, your once tense muscles relaxing at his soft touch

"that's a good girl~" he coos, sensing you were less tense. helping you up, he snakes a hand around your waist, supporting your weight as he led you to your room. sitting you against the headboard of your bed, he lays a blanket over you before disappearing for a moment, much to your dismay, coming back a few minutes later with a heat pack and his phone

pulling you onto his lap, he holds the heat pack against your abdomen, kissing down your neck softly to distract you from the pain

"how about I order us some strawberries from the market app? wouldn't want to leave my angel's side now would I?" his voice huskily whispers into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relish in the sweet attention he was giving you, the heat of the pack he gave you helping with the waves of cramps

for a while you lay like that

in his arms as he whispers sweet nothing into your ear

on a particularly painful wave of cramps, you wince a little, muscles tensing once more. instantly noticing your distress, he slips you off his lap, laying you down as he rests his head on your stomach, placing sweet kisses on your abdomen. you giggle at the ticklish sensation, completely forgetting about the pain which only seems to die down at his ministrations

he smiles warmly hearing your sweet laugh, feeling a strong sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. he lays his head on your stomach, lulled slowly by the sound of your heartbeat when suddenly a growl snaps him out of his drowsiness

he looks up with a smile, ready to tease you but refraining when remembering your sensitive state. seeing you tense for the nth time at the noise, he cups your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

"is my angel hungry?" he coos sweetly, caressing your cheek softly

"what do you say about ordering some mexican and having strawberries after? how does that sound princess?" he whispers, not forgetting to kiss just below your jaw at his last word. you nod with a smile, subconsciously leaning into his touch

about to get up, your heart drops as you feel yourself flow as you stand. looking down from where you sat, tears well in your eyes at the red stain left behind

"I-I'm so sorry, ki" you almost sob, pointing pitifully at the once white sheets now painted red. looking down at your shorts didn't help either, also stained red as you leaked right through

he only smiles, unaffected at what seemed like the end of the world to you. he almost laughs at how adorably dramatic you were being, cupping your cheek sweetly

"it's okay my love. it's natural" he reassures you, gingerly pulling the sheets from their place, bunching it together before holding it in his arms nonchalantly

"see? it's nothing, beautiful" he takes your hand, guiding you down the hall, throwing the sheets in the wash before leading you to the bathroom

hands hooking the waistband of your shorts, he looks up at you expectanly, waiting for your consent

"may I?" he asks softly. at your word, he slips off your clothes before running warm water into the bath. he flashes you a warm smile as he pours a little bit of bubble solution in the water, only making you roll your eyes playfully at his antics. though, you couldn't deny that his actions never failed to put a smile on your face

massaging some shampoo into your scalp, he sang softly as your eyes struggled to stay open

"you're my angel, angel baby, angel~" he watches you with heart eyes as he sings, making you blush uncontrollably. washing away the shampoo, his hands leave your scalp momentarily as he grabs a pair of his undergarments and a pad for you, wrapping a towel around your figure before helping slip them on

"arms up" he states softly before slipping one of his clean shirts over your head. you smile softly as you distinctly smell his sweet scent against your skin. stepping back at your figure, totally engulfed by the mere size of his clothing on you, he chuckles at how adorable you looked, pulling you into a warm hug

"so beautiful" he whispers softly, kissing your damp hair as he pulls your head to his chest, not caring that his shirt was probably all wet by now

"i love you angel...and your strawberry obsession" he giggles, looking into your eyes with pure adoration

how you hated to ruin the moment but you knew he practically asked for it

"I may have an obsession but at least I don't microwave them" you tease, only bringing a look of utter shock to his face. you only giggle mischievously

"oh you're gonna get it, pretty girl" you see his tongue poking from the inside of his cheek, feigning annoyance as he nearly pounces on you, chasing your figure down the hall as you just miss his outreached grasp

"you'll never catch me nishimura~" you add fuel to the fire, teasing him further

"nishimura? why are you calling me by my government name?" he shouts with both shock and amusement. catching up to you instantly, he envelops you in his arms, holding your waist as his lips come up to your ear, breath tickling the skin below

"if you want my last name that bad, you could've just said so angel" he whispers into your ear, about to kiss down your neck when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the grocery order, making you perk up

"saved by the strawberry!" you state matter-of-factly, only making him roll his eyes at the loss of contact

you were lucky he loved you

fin

a.n. had multiple asks regarding a period fic so I just combined them here. thank you for reading my loves ~

[johnwickb1tsch]

break me, softly

When your ex Jack Traven pays you a late night visit after a tough case, you can’t turn him away. Jack Traven x Fem!Reader ficlet

warnings: smut. angst. brief mention of hostage situation/death. slight inebriation. fluff. ❤❤❤

For @treedaddymcpuffpuff who whispered in my ear "hey you should watch Speed" and sent me down this rabbit hole (i luv u girl, you're our Keanuverse Guide & Tastemaker!) 😘😘😘 and @scarlettspectra who requested some fluff fic 😘😘😘.

It’s late at night, when you hear the soft knock on your apartment door.  Usually, you wouldn’t dream of answering such a thing–a woman living alone, in this city? You’re not looking to get murdered. But something, some feeling from deep in your gut, pulls you out of bed. You walk on bare feet in just your nightie and look through the peephole. Nothing. 

You know it’s probably a bad idea, but that uneasiness nags at you still. Not that you’re in danger. That someone needs you. You have a sense about that, after so many years as a nurse. Or maybe, you just always have. 

You undo the deadbolts and stick your head out, to see the tall figure of a man retreating down the hall. 

You would know that backside anywhere. Those broad shoulders, that trim waist, those long legs…and by the way he’s walking, you can tell he’s a little drunk. 

“Jack?”

He freezes in his tracks, clearly debating with himself. Probably wondering what the fuck he’s doing here, and if you’ll tell him to go to hell, after the way he pushed you away three months ago after dating for two whole years.

He turns to face you slowly. You can say a lot of things about Officer Jack Traven–but never that he’s a coward. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him, since the day he shattered your world when he broke things off with you. It feels about precisely like being punched in the gut. He’s still so handsome it hurts; those soulful dark eyes, cheekbones to make a fashion model weep, a manly-man’s jawline softened by such a full, sweet mouth. Immediately, upon looking at that face you still love so well, you know something is wrong. 

“Are you ok?”

He opens his mouth to answer, then closes it. Takes a deep breath, tries again. Nothing. It’s as good as a five page report, to you. To you, who knows his every gesture, his every tell. For all it’s worth, now. 

You already knew, in the back of your mind, that you were still in love with this man. It was like a fine buzzing in your heart you’d managed to push into the background of your day to day. But seeing him again makes it all surge up with a vengeance. You know that being near him again will be like feeding your heart through a paper shredder–slowly. You also know that something terrible must have happened at his work, for him to show up here like this, and so you open the door wider, laying your heart on the sacrificial altar, the way you always do.

“Come on,” you say gently, waving him in. “I’ll take care of you.”

He gives so much of himself, always trying to help everyone else in this big, mean, city. You know he forgets to leave a little fuel in the tank for himself. It’s maybe something the two of you have in common. 

You watch as he fights a war within himself, teetering on the balls of his feet, undecided between staying or leaving. In the end, he takes a step towards you, then another. You try not to read too much into that. He’s just here because he’s drunk and feeling vulnerable. It doesn’t really have anything to do with you. 

You’re not really sure how this will go. Probably he’ll just come sit on your couch with a beer–you still have his favorite in the fridge–and talk a little. Not about what’s actually bothering him. No, heaven forbid. But circular small talk, to get his mind off the bad thing. It’s something you’ve done a thousand times before.

And yet, when you are standing toe to toe, and he has to crane his neck to look down at you–there’s a dark fire in his eyes, and with a little thrill you feel the urge to flee before his big hands engulf the sides of your face, and his mouth is on yours. 

Oh. That’s what you’re doing.

You can’t say you forgot what it’s like to kiss Jack Traven–but maybe the intensity of the memory had faded a little, if for anything out of pure self defense. How could a woman keep her sanity, if she remembered how good he was, if she knew she’d never taste him again? You stand on tiptoe to throw your arms around his neck as he devours you, and he easily picks you up with an arm around your waist, walking the two of you back into your apartment and slamming the door shut with his booted heel.

This. This had never been a problem for the two of you. Passion. It was everything else that got in the way. Most of all, his dangerous job, which though it wore on you, you had never complained about. But he’d seen the way you worried about him, the way it absolutely chewed on your nerves when there was a situation on the news and you didn’t know if he would be coming home that night. You’d been willing to weather that storm for him, but the guilt of demanding that of you ate at his conscience. 

He’d broken things off with you, in your own hospital, after he’d taken a bullet in the chest and you didn’t leave his side or really even sleep until he came to. I can’t ask you to keep doing this for me. You deserve better. 

You’d protested, of course, but he’d made up his mind. 

Until now, apparently, where he is walking you backwards towards your bedroom, half carrying you in the ardor of his embrace. You recognize this need for life-affirming intimacy. You’d gotten to know it well, over the years, and you surrender to the storm, letting him take what he needs. Letting him fist the fabric of your cotton nightie in his big hands, drawing it up over your head before falling on you again, pushing your panties down the curves of your bottom and your thighs. 

You always marveled that despite his strength and the things he knows how to do with those hands, he never ever hurt you, not even when he was like this, desperate for your softness, frantic to lose himself inside the momentary bliss your body could bring. He barely has the patience to let you pull off his white t-shirt, or to enjoy the swathes of toned flesh beneath. His belt is flung forgotten to the floor from the moment you pull it from its loops and he picks you up by your thighs, walking you the rest of the way to the bed. Boots are kicked away as his mouth is attached to yours, pants and boxers shed with a sharp push. 

You might have been embarrassed, by how ready you are for him, how sopping fucking wet you were for him from the moment you saw him,  if you could have formed a coherent thought as his thick tip kisses your entrance, before he absolutely plunges himself inside you. The delicious shock of it steals the breath from you, your soul escaping with a moan, only to be reclaimed with his mouth on yours. He takes you like the ocean, relentless and rolling, filling you with every thrust. It’s gratifying, the animalistic sounds of abandon he makes as he fucks you. If you didn’t know any better–you might have swore you were making love, despite his hedonistic frenzy.  

The same way you knew something was wrong in the first second of seeing him in the hallway, you know he’s close to finishing already, his breathing frantic in the bend of your neck, his grip just this side of bruising. He seems to remember that he’s done very little to see to your pleasure, amidst the haze of chasing his own gratification. He sits up on trembling elbows, making to reach between you. “Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. You feel so good.” Maybe it’s ridiculous, that it brings tears to your eyes to hear the endearment. You find you don’t even want to cum, as much as you just want to make this haunted man feel better. 

“It’s ok,” you pant in answer, catching his hand to place it on your breast. “Cum for me, Jack. I know you need it.” 

He buries his face in the bend of your neck; you’re not sure if the sound he makes is a moan or a sob, as he thrusts as deep as he can inside you, bathing your cervix with the hot flood of his seed. He continues to hold on to you as though you are the last sane thing on this earth, and you let him, your legs still wrapped around his narrow hips, your hands smoothing across the muscles of his broad shoulders. 

Only much, much later, does it seem to dawn on him what he’s done–and maybe just who he did it with. He draws back to look at you with concern written in those big brown puppy eyes, smoothing your hair away from your face. You can’t help but close your own lids; jesus, how you missed his touch. You feel utterly breakable in that moment, but he’s the one who needs healing right now, so you get your shit together, gather it all back up tight and shove it down in your lockbox of a heart. 

Before he can apologize or say something stupid, you pull him down to rest on your breast, the way you’ve done a hundred times before. Surely the muscle memory of it is as comforting for him as the act in the moment itself. “It’s ok, Jack. Just rest. I’ve got you.” 

He sags against you, curling that powerful body around yours–and falls asleep. 

You were right, of course. Your heart feels exactly like it’s been fed through a grinder, as you hold this beautiful manchild in your arms, your thighs deliciously sticky with his cum. A part of you hopes that he’ll just sneak out in the morning without waking you. It would almost hurt less, than any excuse he’ll have to offer you, when the sun comes streaming through your window. 

***

But when next you wake, it’s not to the sun, or the shift of weight on the mattress while a large man tries to slip out without a sound. It’s to wet kisses upon your neck, and an agonizingly gentle touch sliding down your torso, tracing the ladder of your ribcage and the swell of your belly, before making his way up again. 

“You know,” he says softly against your cheek, “you really shouldn’t open the door to anyone in the middle of the night.” 

You wonder if he can see you rolling your eyes in the dark. But then his lips touch yours, and the urge to argue with him for argument’s sake dissipates into thin air. Instead you opt for honesty, the spell of intimacy not yet broken in the shadows of what must be early early morning. 

“I think…I knew it was you.” 

He lets out a shuddering sigh, kissing your jaw, then lower. 

“Baby…” It feels so good, to hear him say it like that against your skin. You can almost forget it isn’t true anymore. You’re not his baby. You’re not his anything, even though he’s here in your bed, and his big hand is sliding down your belly again, his fingers combing through your curls. “Let me touch you?”

You really should say no. 

“You don’t have to.” 

He ducks to suck the soft skin of your breast lightly, then kisses it to soothe the burn. That luscious mouth…god it curls your toes. “I want to. I promise you.”

There’s so much you want to ask him. Things like why? And I thought you didn’t love me anymore? You’ve since reasoned that it’s the only way he could truly bear to break things off, the way he did. You certainly hadn’t had the strength to give him up, no matter what the stress of his occupation wreaked on you. 

You don’t have the strength to say no. You do manage not to beg, like the needy little thing you are, with his big body curled over yours. You’ve always felt like nothing could touch you, with him by your side. As it turned out the only thing that could hurt you all along, was him. 

You nod your assent before catching his mouth, sliding your tongue against his as his thick fingers explore your puffy slit, still wet from both of your juices. He makes a sound in the back of his throat that lifts every hair on your body, a delicious shudder running through your spine. His strong fingers circle your aching clit, just the way he knows drives you wild. Not too hard, not too soft. Fuck, this man has your number still.  

You haven’t been with anyone, since the last time you were with him, despite your well-meaning girlfriends dragging you out to bars and trying to get you to forget this man who left your heart shredded like bomb shrapnel. Because deep down, you knew, you just knew this man ruined you, utterly fucking ruined you for anyone else. Who the fuck could compare? Not some asshole hoping for a one night stand down at TJ’s, that was for sure. 

You realize you have tears running down your cheeks, you don’t know how it’s possible for it to be so good and hurt so much all at the same time. 

Unfortunately when he moves to kiss your cheek, he notices. “Hey, hey,” he says, his hand stilling between your legs, making your hips writhe with frustration. “You ok?”

“No,” you answer honestly, reaching for him. He has you cradled in those big arms, and  you can feel his manhood so firm and silky smooth against your hip. You are not ok, without him inside you right now. “Will you make love to me again?” 

He pays you a ghost of that usual blinding smile, a thing a woman would sell her soul for, and it just breaks your heart all over again. 

He never really answers you with words. The two of you move with pure magnetism, your leg hooking over his hip, pulling him close, inviting him inside. Without a condom, again, you think as he settles between your thighs, sinking inside you so smoothly. Maybe not smart, even though you're on birth control, but it’s the way you’re meant to be together, raw and no barriers between you. As usual, he fucks you and makes love to you all at the same time, looking into your soul while he does it, and it’s the best thing you’ve ever known. This time you cum together, and maybe it’s a little pathetic, the way you cling to each other in the darkness of your bedroom, like you really can stave off the misery of the outside world with this bit of human intimacy, your bodies inextricably entwined. 

You fall asleep together, this time with your head on his chest, and as you drift you decide you’ll wake up and make him breakfast, and you won’t ask him any painful questions about what this means or if he wants you back, or if this is just a comfort fuck and you won’t see him again until the weight of the world gets too much–or maybe never, because this man is bound to find someone to settle down with. Someone he can’t bring himself to let go, the way he did you. 

So you are so surprised, when you wake up, and you smell eggs and bacon and something sweet cooking. You stumble into the kitchen to find him in his blue plaid boxers, flipping a pancake, singing under his breath to R.E.M. on the radio playing low. He’s so beautiful it hurts, and it’s like your heart is gripped in an unforgiving fist. 

He turns to see you in the doorway and offers you a smile. It’s still not quite the usual 100 watt Jack Traven special–he’s not feeling well enough for that. This man hides nothing, he’s so true, he wears it all on his sleeve for you. You love that so much about him, and it hurts like a knife between the ribs. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“Hungry?” 

“Yeah.” 

You shouldn’t feel so shy about walking into your own kitchen. 

But you aren’t sure where you stand. Do you kiss him, hug him, the way you want to, the way you used to? Or are you operating under one-night-stand-protocol? Play it cool, act like you barely even like the guy? It’s so fucked up, and you never wanted to be in this position again. 

Sensing your hesitance, he crosses the floor to you, engulfing the side of your face in his big hand as he kisses you good morning, like nothing ever changed. “Hey,” he says again, his forehead pressed to yours. 

“Jack.” 

“Yeah, baby.” 

You told yourself you weren’t going to ask painful questions. Remember? Remember that? So you just sigh, and close your eyes, and absorb this moment for what it is. “Do you feel better?” you ask. Another important question. 

“Yes and no.” 

You sigh again through your nose. The corners of his mouth twitch, because he knows you so well, and that one little gesture conveys a novel to him too. 

“Thank you,” he says, for last night, and whatever else, you don’t really know.

“Any time.” You mean it, when you say it. 

“Yeah?” There is a hint of his usual sparkle in his eyes as he asks this. And a part of you wants to pick a fight, to say I’m not the one who left. But maybe you have grown up a little, because you bite your tongue for now. 

“Yeah.” You reach up to touch his hair, the soft spikes of his buzzcut like velvet beneath your fingers. You know he would have beautiful hair if he grew it out. You’d seen his high-school pictures. He had the potential for hair to make a grown woman weep. 

Later, with your mouth full of pancake, you ask gently, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He flexes his jaw, looking out the window. He always bottled things up, before. He didn’t want to burden you with the hard things he saw at work. You didn’t want him to carry it alone. Usually you had to pry it out of him, because of course he refused to see the shrink at work. 

You realize you are gobsmack surprised when he actually volunteers, “We had a hostage situation. A woman…died. The bank robber shot her. It was my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. It was the criminal’s fault. He brought a gun to a bank with the intention to steal money by any means necessary. You did your best.”

Once upon a time, he would have argued with you on that too. His jaw clenches as he thinks about it, argues with you in his mind, at least. 

But this time in the end, he closes his eyes, nods. Reaches for your hand across the table. You take it, holding on to him. Those warm, strong fingers wrapped around yours feel like home, and you try not to start crying because you’ve missed him so much. 

“Y/n…?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For pushing you away.”

Once upon a time, you would have said something inane, like that’s ok. You’ve grown as a person too, and this time, you nod, because he does owe you an apology. “Thanks for that.” 

“I know…I don’t deserve it. But maybe…if you’d let me…I could make it up to you?”

You close your eyes at hearing that, light headed. You might have fallen out of your chair, if not for his hand anchoring you. 

“I would like that,” you admit, giving yourself points for not sounding too pathetic, and crawling across the table through the breakfast dishes to sit in his lap. 

Then, he does flash you the 1000 watt Jack Traven smile, and the circuits in your brain melt. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you big idiot.” You’re really not sure if he pulls you, or if you get up and walk, but you find yourself in his lap with your lips on his, his strong arms wrapped around you and his lips on yours. He rocks you like a child, smiling against your mouth between stealing kisses.  

“I love you.”

You feel as though the desert of your heart has suddenly undergone a superbloom, the ferocity of your love making you lightheaded.

“Jack…”

“Yeah?” He really is smiling now, in between kissing you, cute little snatches of sweetness all over your face. With hands on his cheeks you catch his lips, smiling against his mouth after a long smooch. 

“I love you too. But if you ever break up with me for any reason other than you don’t love me anymore, I might maim you.”

This wins you that radiant smile that curls your toes again. “So much for the Florence Nightingale oath.”

“Leave her out of it, this is between you and me.” He chuckles, and squeezes you again in his big arms.

“Alright. Consider me warned.”

“Good.”

His big hand runs up your thigh, that dark sparkle in his eyes that never fails to take your breath away. “I feel like I should start that making up I have to do here.” Suddenly you find yourself seated on your kitchen table, Jack smiling up at you from between your legs. He reaches for the syrup, and you can’t help but throw your head back with laughter, certain he’s teasing you. “You are going to make such a mess!”

“Honey, you’re the one going to be making the mess.” He has the nerve to smirk up at you before stealing your panties, and smearing syrup up your thighs.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

hey could I be 🦕, if it's not taken?

I also have a request lol, could u do a meltdown comfort fic? ( definitely not requesting this be I had a meltdown over not having the right pasta sauce for my comfort/safe food) like where a male reader has a bunch of little things built up and it spills over when there's no more of readers comfort/safe food and they end up lashing out and having a meltdown because of it

anyways have a good evening,thx!

Hiya, I'm really sorry thats taken 😔 (I need to make a list lmao) - assuming you're not the other 🦕 anon currently in my drafts 😅

I hope this is okay, I don't have autism or meltdowns, so feel free to let me know if I've gotten anything wrong. I don't think the reader in this has a meltdown, he was distressed and then stims to regulate his emotions. But yeah, feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong, I don't want to offend anyone or anything.

Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown

"(Y/N)? What's wrong-"

"Can you just fuck off?!" Everyone falls silent as the words burst from your mouth. You immediately look down, mentally scolding yourself for yelling at Hotch like that. Hotch. Of all people. Who had been nothing but kind to you since you joined. Who always made sure you were okay. Who was also your boss. "I- I'm sorry-" Your voice is quiet and Hotch has to strain his ears to hear you.

Instead of yelling, like everyone assumed he would, his gaze softens as he looks at you. "How about we head up to my office for a few minutes, okay?" His voice is reassuring and is doing nothing for your guilt and the dread for what he would say when it was just the two of you.

You hadn't meant to snap at him, but everything had just built up and built up and it was your tipping point. You should have just gone home.

It had started this morning when it turns out you had run out of milk - meaning you couldn't have cereal and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then, you couldn't find the socks you had planned on wearing, you missed the early bus because of how long you had tried to find the socks you wanted to wear, and that made you almost late for work. And then, when you opened the fridge, it turns out someone had eaten the last of your safe foods you kept stocked up in the fridge.

You knew no one on the team would have taken it, they knew you were particular about your food (that's how you had worded it when you first joined the team - they knew the reasoning behind it now, of course but its still how you described it). And they always tried their best to make sure that you had food in the fridge that you liked.

You follow him to his office silently, you don't miss the look he shoots the rest of the team - who quickly make themselves look busy. So you don't feel more on edge than you already do. Your heart twinges at this. You had just yelled at him and here he was, being incredibly sweet to you.

When you reach his office, he shuts the door gently behind him and motions to the couch, you sit. "You don't have to speak until you're ready, whatever you need to do to help regulate your emotions is okay."

You take a moment to process his words before you give a small nod. It takes a few seconds before you gently start to rock, humming gently to yourself. Hotch sits down on the couch, at the other end. He wanted you to know he was there if you needed him, but enough space to do what you needed to. He slowly picked up the book on the coffee table, flicking to the page he was currently on.

Eventually, when your stimming comes to an end, Hotch closes the book. He had been keeping a close eye on you, not really paying attention to the book. He had just wanted to make you comfortable.

"You weren't reading," You state quietly.

"I wasn't," Hotch says with a nod.

"Thank you," You reply. You knew what he was doing - he had done it a few times during similar situations.

"That's alright," He gives a small (rare) smile, "Did you want to talk about what's going on?"

"It's just been a bad day." You shrug, "No coffee, no breakfast, wrong socks, and now no safe food," You felt your cheeks tint pink ever so slightly in embarrassment.

Hotch just nods, "I understand. What snack in particular were you craving?"

"I wanted a chocolate muffin," You shrugged, running a hand over your face. All you could think about was how stupid this all was.

"Is that the Starbucks one?" When you nod, Hotch smiles slightly and rummages about in his desk. "I had a feeling that this might happen at some point. So I stocked up on your safe foods." He said, pulling out a muffin. "There you go. As for drinks, take whatever you fancy,"

You look up, eyes slightly wide at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you,"

"That's alright, and (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Anytime you're feeling overwhelmed, or if the day isn't going quite right, you're more than welcome to come sit up here, okay?"

"Okay."

[snoopyana]

one day.

the prequel.

“who’s truly to blame when it all came crashing down?”

so gone, over them. you had cut all contact, because truthfully it had left you in a state of despair. falling victim to such a cruel scenario. but who’s fault is that? it had taken you so long to even start to recover, and it took him five words to get through to you.

song eunseok or park wonbin??

smut, angsty, inner monologue(it’s just me)

i got carried away with the colors, forgive me.

you wanted to be able to say it didn’t affect your life, but it did. he changed your life. and you were still struggling to accept it. finding yourself getting jumpy at the mere thought of him. of them. some part of you had hope that he’d come back and apologize. but something deep down told you to just forget it. forget the one night that left you undeniably scarred.

but who exactly did you want to see?

eunseok or wonbin.

whilst unpacking groceries, the silence consumed your mind as your hands gripped onto a few boxes. you had thrown some of his favorites into your cart subconsciously. placing them in the back of the pantry, you continued to unload the products. it was late, around 10PM. opting to do late night runs to avoid the crowds. and to lower the chances of seeing him. it seemed like after it all happened, he was everywhere.

no, they were everywhere.

as you placed items into your fridge, a knock rang through the apartment. no one was supposed to swing by. who would swing by at this time? placing whatever you had in your hands onto the counter, you made way to the door. cracking it open just enough to see who was there, assuming they were at the wrong door.

“hello?” you spoke through the crack, looking up to meet his gaze and in that moment — it was almost as if the world stopped spinning. was he really at your door? what did he possibly want from you? there was silence, a ringing in your ears as you held your breath. staring at his face. a face that you desperately tried to forget, but couldn’t.

“can i come in?” he spoke in a whisper, your grip on the door left your knuckles a faint white, letting his words float around your mind. “no.” a no so shaky that it could compete with a 7.9 earthquake, and win. your face also being so hot, steam was practically coming from your cheeks.

nodding his head, he took a moment before speaking, again in a whisper — not wanting anyone to hear. “i’m so sorry for showing up out of the blue,” giving you time to process his words before continuing, “i just felt like we’ve pushed this whole thing off for far too long.” it made you mad that he was right. you hadn’t spoken to anyone since then and it’s been doing more harm than good. eating you alive every second of the day.

and he knew that.

“no we don’t. there’s nothing to talk about .” lies flowed from your lips. come on now, really? you had nothing to say to him? eyes fixated on the ground beneath you. you hadn’t even spoke to sungchan, shotaro, anton, the fucking list goes on. but they probably know what happened by now. wonbin was always one to talk about what happened in your relationship..

he searched for his words, his usual chill demeanor being replaced with one of guilt. guilt overcoming his sense as he tried to put together the reason he was here without sounding like a complete loser.

he was there to beg for forgiveness.

staring down at you, the male took in a shaky breath. “i don’t have all day.” lifting your head, eyes scanning his face, he finally spoke. “i’m gonna be honest with you, i was gonna say it was all my fault, but we need to stop lying to ourselves.” he stopped, conjuring up his next set of words , “everyone took advantage of the situation. and you just couldn’t control yourself.” as he spoke, he thought about what happened that night. but all you could think about was how he’s attempting to blame you for your misfortune. yeah, you knew what had happened was wrong. but you weren’t in the right state of mind. and he knew that.

five months prior.

“this is your fault by the way. should have gone home.” eunseok spoke while standing along side a wide-eyed wonbin. he was crying. you had never seen him cry before. watching as he sniffed, tears rolling down his reddened cheeks. your eyes drifted away from his face, and down to his clutched fists.

was this really happening?

your mouth was dry, hands clammy as they rested on your sides. the silence was fucking sickening. “hurry up, we’re going home.” was all he said, slamming the vehicles door shut. in that moment you realized just how bad it was looking for you. reaching for your pants, talking could be heard through the door. just loud enough for your ears to catch onto some of the conversation.

“why didn’t you just take her home”

“what can i say? golden opportunity”

“golden opportunity? oh my god. you’re fucking insufferable.”

“she’ll get over it.”

you in fact, did not get over it. actually, you did the opposite. wonbin breaking it off and you seeking pure isolation. it was a turning point in your life.

and you were now a rock stuck in a hard place. standing in your doorway, fighting back tears as you took in his face. but who was he?

oh, it was eunseok. didn’t i mention that? wasn’t it obvious?

wonbin wasn’t the one who used you to get off in the back of his car, now did he? wonbin wasn’t the one who used your fragile state of mind to get you to trust him, now did he? it was all eunseok.

and it was now eunseok who was staring down at you, waiting for an answer. only a minute or two of silence had passed, but you were quick to spiral. shallow breathing quickly morphed into staggered gasp for air. “I couldn’t control myself?” even while ‘apologizing’, he still found a way to blame you. he managed to still be an asshole. what’s next?

is he gonna try and find a way to be a hero again?

“yeah, you should have chased after him or something.” he rocked on his heels as he spoke. hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes wandering around. is he serious? how can he take something so important and make it seem like it’s nothing?“you would probably let it happen again. but i wouldn’t be the one to do it, because i care for you. you know that, right?” and here we go again.

it was bound to happen. it started with tears running down your face at his words, specifically his little ‘because i care for you.’ stumbling back into your home and he’d followed. hugging your body, holding you tight. maybe a little squeeze to reassure you that he’s here for you. rubbing circles on your back, moving small pieces of hair that clung to your face. using the back of his hand to wipe. away. any. tears.

sound familiar?

because it should. who knew he’d be one to reuse his tactics so soon. leading you into your own living room to sit down and most importantly — calm down. but there were no others to surround you now. it was just him. sinking into your couch, pitying yourself for breaking down so easily. again. his hand oh so gently rubbing the skin on your leg. but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him to stop. maybe because you didn’t want him to. wow, but who am i to judge?

it was silent. it was almost always silent when it came to eunseok. but his silence said so much while saying absolutely nothing at all. but everyone has to break their silence every once and awhile.

“do you forgive me?” well? do you? don’t be scared, tell the truth. because it determines how this ends. say no and he might go home. say no and he might try and persuade you into a yes. say yes and he might laugh at you for being so forgiving. say yes and he might leave satisfied. say maybe? we don’t know what might happen if you say maybe.

try it.

“maybe, i’m not sure.” bingo. you got him. his hand came to a stop, digesting your words. “maybe?” your eyes drifted towards his direction, meeting his gaze. confusion written all over his face.

“you lost a lot of my trust back then, so yeah. maybe.” his hand came up to wipe your face, but you were quick to swat it off — using your own palm at an attempt to comfort yourself. but his felt better.

“and i’m here to try and get it back if you let me.” if you let him. as your mind processed his sentence, guard down, he was quick to jump at the opportunity.

another golden opportunity.

eunseok wanted that maybe to be a yes. and it would be, with a little gentle touching. a few more sweet words, maybe a kiss here and there. gently gripping onto your jaw, his hand on your leg tightening around the flesh. forcing eye contact, his lips mere inches from yours. he waited for resistance, any sign of backing out. but you didn’t give him a single reason to pull away. it’s pathetic really. weren’t you just crying a moment ago?

eunseok was quick with it, his lips clashing with yours — letting his weight slightly fall onto you. basically pinning your body against the arm rest and the cushions. your throw blanket slipping onto the floor with the sudden movements. shivers darting up your spine when his fairly warm hand, that was situated on your jaw makes its way under your shirt. slipping over your cold stomach. in response to the sensation, your muscles tensed and your hands were quick to grab onto his wrist. in response, eunseok pulled away.

“too much already? bet you would have killed for this the first time around.” he couldn’t go more than ten minutes without making another snarky remark. but who were you to complain? pushed against your own furniture by a guy you had sworn to stay away from. a small slap on your stomach made you come back to. “asked you a question, i know you aren’t that dumb and can answer for me.” shaking your head, your hands slowly returned back to your sides, now focused on keeping your body up.

his hands continued to venture your body — something they couldn’t do months ago. leaving small kisses on your neck and any other exposed skin. god, this felt so wrong. but this time it was for a different reason. biting back any and every moan or whine that threatened to slip past your lips.

“can i take these off pretty?” the way he switched from so mean to so sweet was sickening. oh but you loved it. “yeah..” was all you could muster up. raising your hips, eunseoks’ fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts, slipping them off your legs and onto the floor. adjusting his position, one leg planted on the floor, the other sinking into the couch — the male hovered over you. his hair fell into your hair as he looked — no, stared — at your panties. a small wet patch already present. his fingers dragging along your clothed clit. hands clinging onto his shirt for dear life. it wasn’t much, but it was enough.

slipping the fabric to the side, he slowly pushed his middle and index into your hole. the thickness of his fingers combined with the small circles he traced onto your stomach was mind altering to say the least. not once did he look at your face while he worked his way inside. halting his movements — just long enough to give you time to adjust. one of your now horribly shaky hands made its way to his face, moving the hair that blocked his eyes, only to be greeted by a half assed smile and heavy eyes.

“you wanna see me so bad. what happened to not even being able to look me in the eyes?” he cooed at you, whilst his fingers sped up. ramming into you at a brutal pace, a choked up moan escaping from your throat. curling his digits to hit that spot just right. tears blurring your vision, the pleasure too much to handle.

you were so close already, but it’s barely been 3 minutes.

wrapping your arms around his neck to push him down, lips aligned with his ear. “ ‘m gonna cum. slow down..” all he did was laugh and to your dismay — the fucker only got quicker. “go ahead, let it out. this is to make up for what i didn’t give you last time.”

the filthiest, guttural moan filled the air as you came. gripping around his fingers, hands clenched in his hair.

“is that maybe, a yes now?”

note- yeah i just dropped a pt.2 outta no where. why? because i got the motivation to be active. hope it didn’t disappoint. maybe. maybe. maybe.

[m4ttsturn]

my brother's best friend (part 4)

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x reader

summary: you find yourself falling for your brother's best friend

warnings: use of y/n, fem arousal, kissing, swearing (let me know if I need any others)

(not proofread)

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as soon as we get home I decide to take a shower, wanting to rid myself of the rest of the sand that's stuck all over my body. I turn the water on, letting it warm up as I undress myself and brush out my hair. I step under the shower head, the almost scorching water relieving my muscles. I pour shampoo into my hand and start massaging it into my hair.

my mind begins to wander, depictions of Matt appearing. my face flushes. i attempt to rid myself if the thoughts, but nothing is working. I think about how Matt's body felt pressed against me when I jumped on him. I imagine what it would feel like to press his lips against my own; what it would feel like to have his hands running down my body. a familiar feeling stems in the pit of my stomach and my heart rate begins to fluctuate.

a knock on the door snaps me out of the trance. Nate's voice filling my ears "hey y/n, we're going to an escape room. you wanna come?" "uh, no thanks" I respond, doing my best to make sure my voice isn't shaky. "okay well call me if you need anything" "I will, have fun"

once I hear Nate's footsteps receding from the door I let out a breath. I finish up the rest of my shower quickly, embarrassed by the whole situation. I get out and dry myself off with a towel before putting on a clean pair of clothes, doing my best to ignore the demanding ache between my legs.

I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room. the sight of Matt on the couch only making the ache more intense. "oh hey, I thought you went with Nate?" I speak, clearly confused. "didn't really feel like it, I'm a little tired from the beach and the one they're going to is going to take forever" I hum in response, taking a seat on opposite end of the couch.

After about 30 minutes of just scrolling on my phone I let out a huff, which draws Matt's attention to me. "what's up?" "nothing, I'm just bored" I reply. "honestly, me too. you want to do anything?" the thoughts from the shower flood my brain which causes my cheeks to heat up. "uhh we could make cookies or something" he seems to think for a moment before nodding and getting up from the couch.

Matt walks into the kitchen and I follow after him. I watch as he pulls out a box of premade cookie dough from the fridge. "oh no no, we're making them from scratch" I tell him "fine, but if they come out bad it's not my fault" he says as he puts the cookie dough back in the fridge. I smile at him before turning to the cupboard and pulling out the ingredients.

I set them out on the counter and heading over to grab the mixing bowls from the cabinet. I sigh as I realize that Nate put them on the top shelf. I step on my tippy toes, but I still can't grab them. suddenly Matt presses his front to my back, reaching above me to grab the bowls. I turn to him and mumble a quick thank you, moving away from him and setting the bowls on the counter before he can see my cheeks heat up.

I preheat the oven to 350 degrees and walk over to Matt, who is now standing in front of the counter waiting for something to do. I put a cup of butter into one of the mixing bowls and place it on the counter in front of Matt, along with the beater. "Okay so I need you to beat this until it turns an off-white color." Matt nods in acknowledgment and begins to beat the butter. While he's beating the butter I sift and measure out flour before placing it into a separate bowl, mixing in some baking soda.

"I'm finished with the butter, now what?" I walk over and check the butter "nice job, looks good" I praise him, which causes a smile to form on his lips. I then pour white and brown sugar into his bowl, "mix this in with the butter until it's fluffy." he immediately turns back to the bowl and begins to incorporate the sugar into the butter. I watch as his muscles flex while he stirs. He turns off the beater once he's done, drawing my attention.

I then crack an egg into his bowl and add some vanilla extract. he begins working on mixing in the new ingredients. now that everything in the bowl is now thoroughly combined I add in the four mixture. He turns to me, once again, as he finishes. I then pour the chocolate chips into the dough and knead them in. I move the bowl over to where I set up a pan with parchment paper, using a cooking scoop to put them onto the tray. Once I'm done I slide the pan into the oven.

"okay now all we have to do is wait 12 minutes" I smile happily, he smiles as well. I begin to clean up the flour before deciding to throw some at Matt, laughing. He gasps and chuckles a little before grabbing a handful himself. I shriek before running away from him, still laughing. He chases after me and we run all across the house, trailing flour everywhere. I stop abruptly to catch my breath, this causes Matt to slam into me. I fall and Matt lands on top of me.

both of us laugh since flour is now all over both of us. Matt seems to notice our closeness first, stopping his laughter. my heart skips a beat as he stares into my eyes. my eyes flicker down to his lips before I speak "Matt-" my sentence is cut of as I feel his lips on mine. the feeling was absolutely intoxicating. one of my hands travel up to his hair as I kiss him back, butterflies bursting in my stomach.

Matt bites down gently on my bottom lip and I can't stop myself from moaning. he presses his tongue into my mouth. I pull him closer to me as he wraps his hand around my waist, our tongues now fighting for dominance. I trail my other hand under his shirt, causing him to let out a moan.

the oven timer dings, bringing us back to reality. Matt pulls away quickly and I whine at the sudden loss of contact. he gets off of me and pulls down his shirt, walking away. I follow after him. I see him walking into the kitchen, he pulls the cookies out of the oven before slamming it closed and putting his hands on his head. "Matt?" he shakes his head at me " we shouldn't have done that" "why? was it that bad?" I look up at him, my eyes full of sorrow. he looks me in my eyes and I can see many different emotions flash across his face. "no no, I didn't mean it like that, fuck, y/n you're Nate's little sister, we can't be doing this."

"he doesn't have to find out, I won't say anything" I say undoubtedly. he shakes his head, "I can't do that to Nate." I nod, unhappy with his response but understanding it. we both start to clean up the flour mess. not saying another word to each other for the rest of the night.

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a/n: sorry this part took so long to get out, I've been studying for exams. anyway do you guys like the the colors with the dialogue or should I switch it back to just white?

[exchangestudentnova]

I just read your Yandere vampire OM brothers and I was wondering what about yan vampire Lucifer and MC who has a blood clotting problem like they cut their hand or whatever and the blood keeps pouring nothing you dramatic bit still like Woah u good??? (don't feel forced to do this btw, also I love ur writing!!!)

hey anon!! I sorry for being this late to your request, I hope my writing is a fine apology for that.

Haemophilia is one such genetic disorder where the person's blood doesn't clot easily. Although it is a reccessive gene, you were born with one. It did not pose much threat to you due to the advances in medical treatment keeping you alive for so long, so you never worried too much about it.

You did worry about it when you were asked to come to Devildorm for one year. "One whole year?? How am I supposed to survive there!?" You somehow managed to purchase almost months and months of medicines in your little suitcase, but ofc you were bound to run out of supplies in the far future.

Today was one such day. You counted the leafs of medicines left, and all of them were empty. You were being reckless by not keeping an eye on the medicine, and now you have none. Worried, you were trying not to panic in your small cozy room. After taking deep breaths, you came to a conclusion that asking Lucifer to help in this situation would be the best. With that, you went to the kitchen to fulfill Beel's craving of eating your handmade food.

The pot boiling with water and the sound of you cutting the vegetables filled the kitchen. "You called for me? Sorry I was busy with some student council work" you turn your head towards the source of the sound, a soft smile conquring your lips as you meet your eyes with him. He, with a click in his step and his long, black clock hanging from his broad shoulders came up to you and engulfed you in a hug. " how have you been MC?" he spoke in your ear as you continued your chopping. "I am well Lucifer, and yes I did call for you. I need to go back to the human world."

"But why?"

"Because I need to- ouch!"

You took your eyes off of the food to look at Lucifer, which was a bad idea because you now have a cut on your finger from moving the knife wrong. It hurt a bit, but to Lucifer, it seemed as if you have lost half of your body's blood.

"How could you be so careless!? Show me your finger" You could see that his eyes have started to dilate, his fangs have started to appear. Yet he is not even thinking about drinking blood. Instead his eyes, althought appearing to be bloodlustly, are actually filled with concern.

"Did you eat your medicines??"

"Ah, about that...." you told him about not having them, and he sighed. "Well wait here, I have some with me. Don't move from your place and stop cooking" Before he left the kitchen he spoke some words and created magic that collected the blood dripping from your hand. Now you had a small bubble of blood floating in the air that was oozing out.

Lucifer came back within two minutes and handed you the medicine. " Thank you so much Luci, but what will you do with this bubble of blood?" He just gives you a knowing look and brings his tongue near the bubble. You blush slightly as he savours the exotic taste of your blood, the medicine acting fast and stopping the bleeding.

" Why are you blushing MC? Your blood is only for me to taste. Now sit down, grab a dessert from the fridge, and let me finish dinner"

PS: anon you did not mention if Lucifer and MC are in an established relationship or not so I tried to write it in a way that you can insert a romantic/platonic relation between them^^ and also thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate it^^

[feninina]

would you write headcannons about adam stanheight with a plus sized reader? i understand if you don't wanna do it, have a great day <3

𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀-𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ·˚ ༘₊· ˚✧

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT!!! (minors dni), reader is a girl, mentions of body image problems and sex. this is just adam being a sweetheart tbh. 😁

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: thank you for your request lovely!! this was so adorable to write 💗 i really really hope you like this, and hope you’re having a great day too :)

also i realized you didn’t mention if this should be about a general reader or a female one after i wrote it so if you want a second version with a general reader lmk and i’ll gladly do it ^^

𝘀𝗳𝘄:

・First of all, Adam would genuinely adore you for who you are, everything about you making him go head over heels for you.

・And when I say everything, I mean everything.

・He would be the best hypeman you could ever imagine, always supporting you and praising you like crazy.

・He would fall in love with you since the first moment he saw you, so if you have body image problems and talk to him about them, he would be so confused.

・Like ??? you’re so perfect in his eyes ???

・He can be a little distant sometimes, having trouble with showing affection, but never going a day without reminding you how beautiful you are.

・He would do it in subtle ways, taking your picture when you least expect it, cooking you your favorite meal or leaving you a little post-it in your fridge before leaving for work when he’s feeling bold.

・“u’r btiful” it would say in his messy handwriting.

・He’s just a little loser. He’s so grateful you even landed your eyes on him.

・As I said, he’s always taking your picture.

・You once went into his red room to tell him to go to bed and were surprised when you only saw yourself in different situations hanged in the little photos there.

・ Since he struggles with his words, you better expect him to be attached to you in some physical way.

・He’s not big on PDA, but his hand would be glued to your waist in public or maybe to your hand. Mostly on your waist.

・Oh, but when you’re alone? He’s all over you.

・Cuddles are a must. Plus, he’s always kissing your thighs, loves to lay his head in them while hearing you talk about your day.

・Date nights at home are his favorite thing!

・In my mind he’s a very good cook but also very lazy to cook himself a good meal.

・But when it’s about you, nothing’s a big deal for him.

・So Adam would cook the best dinners and set up the table in your shared shitty apartment from time to time for you to savor an idyllic dinner together.

・He would often take you on long walks at night, where you’ll talk about anything and everything— and in a moment between then and there, he’ll kiss you under the dim light of a street lamp with the moon shinning above you.

・He would motivate you to be more confident, to pursue your hobbies and just be a better person in general.

・He would love skirts on you. He just loooves your thighs.

・Overall, it would be a lovely relationship, with its ups and downs, but Adam would love you wholeheartedly, for who you are and how you look.

・He loves all of you, you love all of him.

𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄:

・Remember what I say about praising?

・He’s always whispering sweet and filthy words in your ears— how soft you feel under his hands, how beautiful your body looks, how good you are for him.

・I see him as a sub, maybe with a mommy kink if you’re into that.

・Once you’re in the sheets, his mouth it’s tied up to your tits.

・And his hands.

・God, he would kill for a boob-job.

・He loves when you sit on his face. He doesn’t want to hear you saying you would crush him. He. Doesn’t. Care.

・SIT ON HIS FACE!!!

・He loves to fuck you from the back when he’s on a more dominant mood. He could die watching your thighs.

・He could die a happy man inside of you tbh.

・He loves to eat you out, gripping your legs and keeping them pressed against his cheeks like his life depends on it.

・He would cum all over your breasts or thighs, not risking it at all by cumming inside of you.

・He loves to pleasure you, honestly.

・He (on several occasions) has cummed on his pants just by eating you out.

・Kisses, kisses, kisses. Expect random makeout sessions at every moment with him, even more after a stressful day.

・He just adore you, and he’ll gladly show it in the bedroom.

[thatfinalgirl23]

Hey, if you're doing requests, could you do something with chad and pregnant reader? If not, then that's totally fine. Have a great day😁

I got you! Hope this is something like what you were looking for! ☺️ and thank you for giving me something to write 🥰

Lucky To Have You - Chad Meeks-Martin

One sentence summary: Being pregnant and uncomfortable, you find it hard to sleep but Chad comes to your rescue making your night and morning better.

Word Count: 951

You tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. Turning to look at Chad, you were envious of how comfortably and peacefully your boyfriend was sleeping. You breathe out before moving the arm Chad had draped over you and carefully sliding out of bed.

You move to the kitchen and grab the milk out of the fridge. As you started to fill the mug with milk, you felt hands grab your hips from behind.

“What are you doing up, baby?” Chad asked sleepily into your ear at a low volume as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep” you sighed. “The baby is making me really uncomfortable for some reason tonight” you turned to face Chad.

“I can definitely understand that” he smiled. “The little one is growing like crazy” he rested a hand over your growing belly. “Every day you can see how much they’ve grown. It’s adorable”

“Yeah they’re growing like crazy and the more they grow, the less comfortable I feel” you huffed.

“I’m sorry, my love” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “What are you doing?”

“Making some warm milk and praying it works” you explained, looking at the milk.

“You don’t like milk since you’ve been pregnant” he said flatly.

“I’m willing to try anything, babe! I’m so tired” you groaned out.

“Here” he took the milk from your hand and set it on the counter before taking your hand. “Let me help you honey”

“How do you plan on doing that?” You asked unconvinced.

He pulled you back to bed and motioned for you to sit down.

“I’m going to try my best to make you so relaxed, you fall asleep like that” he snapped his fingers. “No uncomfyness at all”

You smiled as you watched Chad move to get situated. You were so scared to tell him when you found out you were pregnant and almost didn’t want him to know. Now, you couldn’t imagine him not being a part of yours and the baby’s life. He took everything about the pregnancy in stride.

“You really don’t have to do this you know, it’s the middle of the night” you explained as Chad started massaging your shoulders.

“Of course I do!” He said, almost a little too cheery for being woken up in the middle of the night. “If my girl or our baby are uncomfortable and need to relax, these hands get to work”

You giggled a little at his words and looked back at him over your shoulder.

“I hit the jackpot with you, you know that?”

“Is it my magic hands? It’s my magic hands isn’t it?” Chad joked. “For real though, is it helping?”

“Mhmm” you nod. “Cuddling might help a little better though”

“Done” Chad said as he moved to get off the bed. “Let me go make you some herbal tea with honey and then…you can have honey right? Like pregnant girls can have honey?”

“Yes sweetheart, I can have honey” you laughed with a shake of your head.

“Good, I’ll go make you some tea with honey to relax more and then I’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep. Deal?” He asked, already halfway out the door.

Within ten minutes, Chad was back with your tea and set in on an end table before settling in bed and pulling you into his arms.

“Mmm” you breathed after taking your first drink of tea.

“Good? Did I make it right?” Chad kissed the top of your head.

“It’s perfect” you smiled, relaxing more against him.

The two of you talked about everything that came to your minds, including narrowing down baby names, while you drank your tea. When you finished you put the cup back on the end table and gave Chad a quick, sweet kiss.

“Thank you” you smiled before cuddling back up to him.

“Nothing to thank me for” he rubbed your arms gently. “Are you comfortable?”

“Extremely” you sighed. “Baby’s relaxing comfortably just like this. Is it uncomfortable for you?”

“Absolutely not. I could lay like this forever” he smiled down at you.

“Maybe we both just needed you to be comfortable” you joke.

“I could live with that” Chad chuckled as you drifted off into sleep.

When you woke up to your alarm, you were disappointed to find yourself alone. You worried that you had made Chad uncomfortable that he couldn’t sleep. You pulled yourself out of bed and went to grab your mug from the night before only to find it gone.

“Good morning beautiful” Chad smiled brightly as you walked into the living room.

“Good morning sweetie, you’re up early” you observed giving him a quick kiss.

“I knew you had a busy morning annnnd I knew you didn’t sleep well so I went and got breakfast to start the day on a high note” he bent down and placed a quick kiss to your belly. “Morning little one”

You smiled at him as he did his daily good morning to the baby.

“That was very sweet of you, you’re so good to me” you kissed his cheek softly.

“I’d do anything for you and Batman” Chad grinned.

“Honey, we talked about this. Boy or girl we’re not naming our baby Batman” you giggled as you walked to the kitchen.

“I’m still calling them Batman until he or she is born” Chad shrugged like it was the most normal thing ever.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge.

“Well then Batman and I are very lucky to have you” you laughed as you closed the fridge door.

“That’s my girl” he kissed your forehead. “Now, breakfast”

[accopara]

Scout oneshot that i would probably find really cringe later.

TW DESTURBING DESCRIPTIONS, ARACHNOPHOBIA, MAYBE SELFHARM??

Spiders

this shit has been rough. a week of unstoppable battles sucked the hell out of everyone included. this whole thing was born doomed, but there is nothing we can do about that. it sells, it's worthy and gives a sheltering from the government, that, by the way is already a huge bonus isn't it? this was the only thoughts keeping scout up on his legs even when it hurts, but a blessing came in a really unexpected way. the BLU had to shut down for a while cause of some conditions, but Jeremy knew for sure, that the only condition leading them to cover and run - was their own fear. those motherfuckers will never learn not to mess with RED, but maybe later they will.

scout was coming down the stairs, tiredly rubbing his eyes, while the ring in his ears raised. everything was slightly blurry, head hurts and things. with every step he heard voices in his head rise, and it wasn't a good start for the night. a few meters in a hallway led him right to the medical office. Jeremy's heart rate raised immediately with a thought of having to tell medic about another thing bothering his body right now, and he wouldn't do this if it wasn't so bad. a soft knock on the door and Jeremy peeked out of it, searching for Ludwig with a quick glance. medic was there the whole time, but just busy doing something with his fridge right now.

– Hey, yo, doc, great uh... night, yeah?

scout said, making his grip a bit tighter, mentally preparing not to tell too much. it would be weird would it?

– Oh! herr scout, how unexpected.

Ludwig gave his teammate a wide bare smile, with a little sparkle in his eyes. it wasn't a common thing to accept patients at the time like this, but medic never minded doing this, after all, it was just a better timing to go a tiny bit wilder on his experiments, especially, with a person like this. no matter how much scout would doubt this, but Dr. Ludwig was the only one receiving some more information and secrets. alway sucks to admit this, but he was just a good guy to brag about something, he would just listen for hours, but today wasn't any standard situation, so it just needs to be handled differently. doctor noticed a raw silence as an answer, so decided to speak up first. nobody comes here just to chit-chat after all, right?

– So vat brings you here? muscle pain or just came for a small talk?

– Good guess, but nah. it's the thing uh, with my- with my sleep. i mean i slept bad

– Interesting.

at this point Jeremy just allowed himself in, trying to walk straight and appear as chill as possible. he settled down on a couch and smiled, scratching his head.

– Well yeah, my head kinda hurts, but- but it's not the issue, just feelin pretty active now. ya'know, needin some shit to knock me off to sleep, nothing too wild tho, I need to be up early tomorrow!

– Uh-huh, I see, I see. vell, i can look for somesing to help, but from ze ozer side i could just study up your brains a little to fix zis issue forever mein fruend... but of course, consentually...

he rambled about this more to himself, than to scout, grabbing his freshly sharpen saw, and turned to the patient, touching a point with gloved finger. his smile started to look more like a grin, but it was met with Jeremy quickly shaking his head

– Uh- no! thanks, but no. that's a sick plan, but i want my brains being whole, alright? can you just give me like a pill or something and we all good?

he tried to smile back, just not to be too disrespectful, but couldn't do more than some kind of a crooked smileish expression of a dying inside man. voices in his head were still bothering him, but scout just tried to ignore the whispers. it felt like much of annoying thing, rather than worrying, at least, he thought so.

– Hm, vell vell, you can alvays change your mind, just keep zis idea ja?

Ludwig received an active nodding, making him satisfied and finally getting to his glass cabinet.

" could it be a poison? "

someone spoke in Jeremy's head, making his leg to start twitching. it wasn't his thoughts, at least it felt like someone else's words, and even more, it was just making him confused. these weird things started not so long ago, and at first it was pretty harmless. some thoughts just wasn't consistent with his own, but that never bothered scout before, just made him feel not in the right place. he thought, that this wouldn't be for long, that this is just tiredness finally kicking in, but later it became an issue. a week of pure insomnia made him look like a vampire, but non the less - he started seeing spiders.

really strange thing, considering that spiders couldn't just live in this wasteland, it's not that spiders in New Mexico wasn't a thing, but speaking about such a specific place like this? no, a big no. even waters here are toxic, so the question is - how's so much spiders could've live in a place like that? the answer is - that's impossible, in any condition it was an impossible thing, considering that nobody on the base was complaining about finding any spiders.

but he did. he lied every night in his bed, staring at the ceiling hole, almost hypnotising it. he remembered this hole very clearly. it was born accidently by himself, and always served as a reminder of how cheap their terms of conditions were. he always was joking about the cartboard walls and ceilings, decorating this hole with some silly stuff and always tried to find a way to plug it with something, so he wouldn't be soaking wet at the rainy days. but since then he looked at that hole different every night this whole week. one day a large spider came inside of it and disappeared, but the other - a massive colony of little spider were crawling out, spreading on the white ceiling. they looked really small, like they just hatched from the eggs. he watched them silently to come out and be gone.

he saw them everywhere, and it means literally everywhere on the base. not to be too flashing with this, scout asked multiple people carefully "have you seen any spiders around lately?" and was caught up with surprise receiving "no" as an answer.

the spiders. they were everywhere, they were in the cups, in the shoes, in the cabinets, in his bed, in his mind. a huge amount of spiders were living in every corner of the base, but nobody saw even one.

it seemed like spiders were only his problem, and should stay a secret.

one day the voices in his head told him, that the spiders were crawling under his foreskin. they were screaming violently, crying to the sick stage

" GET THEM OUT. GET THEM OUT. GET THEM OUT "

and he had to.

– Herr scout?

he snapped back to reality, hearing medic's voice. obviously, it looked awkward from the outside, but it doesn't seem to bother Ludwig at all. he was holding a jar of valium in his hand, trying to give it to his patient

– What's that?

Jeremy said, hardly looking directly at the person in front of him.

– Valium, notsing too wild, as you asked. although, i could've give you a much better sedative, but since you asked. tsk.

– Oh, well thanks then!

scout nervously grabbed a small container of white pills. he shook it a bit, smiling at the sound and got up.

– You're the best, as always, doc. owe you one.

he escaped the office pretty quickly, banging the door behind as he tried to just close it. Jeremy leaned against the wall, slowly getting down on the floor. his heart was racing so hard it ached. he couldn't get this out of the head. a whole colony of small black spiders, making their way in and out of the all holes in Ludwig's cold pale face. they ate a part of it, exposing his skull on the left side, with some of the bitten flesh starting to rot. he covered his mouth with both hands, but quickly began to cough. a spider with some bloody scraps fell out of his mouth.

fucking spiders.

[bitchinbarzal]

guard dogs • duke x hughes!sister

After a minor argument between you and Dylan occurred at the Lake house all of your brothers were on high alert.

Dylan even noticed the likes of Trevor, Cole and Josh being stand offish

“What’s your family’s issue with me man? I know me and y/n got into it but we are fine it was literally so minor” Dylan complains, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

Luke sighs “We’re always like that with her”

“Yeah i get that she’s your little sister I’d be like that too with Alyssa”

Luke frowns “No… has y/n not told you about Brandon?”

“Who?”

Seventeen years old and in love you thought this boy was the love of your life.

The boys could tell something was off with him from day one but you fought them on it. You invited Brandon out to the lake house much to everyone else’s disproval.

All weekend he was being weird, making comments and pulling you away when someone was talking to you.

Even your brothers friends noticed.

Once in the off season the boys would take the boat to a little island in the middle of the lake and camp and you decided not to go, that you and Brandon would stay at the house.

They were wary but you insisted

“You call us if you need us sis, ok?”

“Got it!”

That night you said something to Brandon to upset him, nothing big but it set him off on one and he locked you out of the house — your brothers house.

It was freezing outside as it was after dark.

You pounded on the doors begging for him to let you in and eventually ended up breaking the patio window to open the door, slicing your hand in the process.

The next morning when the boys arrived back they noticed the window immediately. Walking in they found you cooking breakfast

“Hey peanut… what’s with the door?” Quinn asks.

You look at Brandon then Quinn “I kicked a ball by accident Huggy… I’ll pay for it I promise”

“I’m not worried about the money Princess what—“

“y/n why is your hand bandaged up?” Alex interupts Quinn’s sentence.

Everyone looks at your hand and you laugh shakily “Oh honestly it’s a funny story—“

Luke notices Brandon’s grip on your wrist and you wincing

“Brandon step away from my sister”

“What?”

Luke’s words make everyone stand at attention, reviewing the scene in front of them “Step away from my sister—“

“Dude c’mon we’re friends”

“Get your hands off of her now”

Jack’s by your side “y/n tell me what happened”

You look up, tears in your eyes “He locked me out, I broke the window to get in… my hand hurts so bad Jacky”

He pulls you away, handing you off to someone, anyone who can remove you from the situation and the last you hear is “Let’s go outside… you wanna put hands on my sister? I’ll put them on you”

Dylan stares at Luke in disgust “That happened?”

“You’re her first boyfriend since, that’s why we’re all so protective”

“I’m not gonna hurt her hughesy”

“Good you should see the last guy”

Back out at the fire pit you’re now sitting on Dylan’s lap and he’s got your hand in his, he can see the scar on your palm which isn’t noticeable if you’re not looking for it

He traces it with his finger and leans into your ear

“I love you, I’m always gonna keep you safe”

[bbyquokka]

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SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gender neutral reader, hybrid au, bunny changbin, soft dom reader, sub changbin, established relationship, pet names (bun, baby girl), a teeny tiny bit of anal fingering. words: 0.9k ~ (962)

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walking through the front door of your shared apartment, your ears are met with the soft sounds of whimpers and pleads. you take off your shoes and coat before walking to the kitchen.

changbin has his back to you wearing nothing but an apron. his hands soaked in water as he washes a plate. his hair pushed back and cheeks flush nice and pink. 

you walk behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder which causes him to jump. his eyes doe like and sparkling with such lust it suffocates you.

“hello bunny.” you coo, kissing his lips briefly. changbin whimpers loudly, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as you walk to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water. you open the lid, gulping down the liquid as the coldness soothes your throat and pools in your stomach.

“yn..” changbin breathes out as he watches the water drip down your chin only to be wiped away in an instant with the back of your hand. you place the bottle on the counter top, walking towards him and reaching up.

your fingertips feather along his black bunny ears, extending to the very tips. wispy bits of fluff sit at the top of his ears to which you stroke and hum at the softness. all the while, changbin is stationary, stuck in time as you play and mess with his ears.

his lip caught between his teeth, cheeks and bridge of his nose beet red. his ears twitch as you caress him and hum as you watch him become reduced to nothing but a puddle by your feet.

“you're such a good bunny for me.” you coo as you cup his cheek in one hand whilst the other trails behind his back. his breath hitches in his throat as you go lower and lower. heat rising and radiating onto the palm of your hand as changbin stares at you, completely smitten and under your control.

“have you done everything i've asked of you?” 

“i have.” he whispers.

“good baby girl. i suppose you'd want your treat now, mhm?” changbin nods his head frantically before his eyes widen and a burst of pleasure rushes up his spine.

your fingers have reached the top of his ass. situated is a cute and fluffy bunny tail. you take liberty of squeezing his tail, loving the way he melts some more. his eyes well with tears of pleasure, his hands shakily gripping onto the material of your shirt.

his legs shake and threaten to give up, buckling at the knees as he clings onto you for dear life. his body presses against you, all his body weight shifting onto you as you laugh and hold him steady.

you bury your fingers into the soft fluff of his tail, gently twisting it around your finger before squeezing and caressing it. changbin sobs and whimpers, breathy pants and moans fall past his lips.

he buries his head into your chest, his knuckles turning white. you kiss his forehead gently, loving the way your bunny is weak, whimper and submissive for you.

“yn.. yn please.” he looks up at you, his cheeks tear stained and flushed. you chew your bottom lip hard, your body shivering at the way he looks. 

“please what?”

“please don't stop. please give me more.” he begs. you hum and comply to his wishes, using your free hand to caress his long bunny ears. you squeeze and caress his ears and tail at the same time providing an overwhelming amount of pleasure for your sweet boy.

you praise him, watching goose bumps rise to the surface of his flush skin. he grips onto you with such force that he's also pulling you down, desperation setting in.

“good.. so good.. don't stop–hng!” 

“my good bunny. you're so good to me. i love you so much, binnie.”

“love.. love you too. i love you too, yn.” the pit of changbin's stomach burns. his fingertips and toes tingling whilst his mind is reduced to nothing. he's now hyper aware of you. how you caress and feel against him. how your heart rate is steady and skipping beats. how your breathing is slowly turning laboured.

your hands occasionally leave his tail to caress and cup his ass. you squeeze his soft and plump cheeks before rubbing his puckered hole with two fingers, circling and occasionally pushing the tips of your fingers inside before removing them, heightening changbin's frustration.

everything hurts. everything burns. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up with it. with each squeeze, each rub and each praise drives his sense into over drive. empty whimpers and moans fall past his lips, eyes squeezed shut as tears slip past his lash line and stain his cheeks.

lips parting and becoming dry, saliva pooling and trickling down his chin occasionally staining your clothing.

“cant–” is all he manages to choke out before his legs violently shake and give up. his muscles twitch violently as he falls to the floor on his knees with you. his sticky fluid pools onto the floor beside his knees, the apron now stained. 

you lick your lips as changbin shakes and whimpers. his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. he looks up at you, shivering at how hungry you are for him but also due to the fact that you didn't give him permission.

“yn. i–”

“did you feel good, bun?” he cautiously nods his head, not sure on whether you're baiting him due to your calm and soft demeanour.

“did i do good and make you proud?” he whispers.

“of course you did darling.” your hand cups his cheeks as you use your thumb to stroke under his eye. “you always do good and make me proud!”

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[chaos-grimlin]

Uh SCREAM SIX SPOILERS

Hi there! Can I request a Randy scenario where his gf or s/o reader goes through the same thing Anika does in Scream Six with the ladder and even the same kinda wound before the ladder and Randy is in the other building with Dewey Gale and Sid thank you

Finally I seen scream 6 so I can do this!!

Warning: kinda a scream 6 Spoiler

Pairing: Randy and Fem! Girlfriend reader

I changed it up slightly and this takes place during scream two...why....idk I just got the feeling...

Try not to fall (Randy meeks and Fem! Reader)

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

INTRO: No one thought they'd find themselves in this situation....one where they were running for their lives from a deranged murder who taunted them for weeks...killing off their friends and family one...by..one.

After the first accident that left them all scared and fearful they moved..well...Randy, Sidney and Y/n moved.

They moved for collage and mostly to get away from Woodsboro for a bit, so maybe the could forget their past...but their past seemed to follow them close behind...

Soon, nights were filled with blood and massacre...hinting to a new ghostface killer...

News spread quickly through their town and woodsboro...everyone read the books and watched the movies..so the town grew eager and almost...sickly excited for a new killer..but the news struck worry in some...including Dewey riley...the sheriff of woodsboro that survived being Stabbed in the back by Stu macher.

Dewey was quick to make his way to sidney, randy, and Y/n...but..their meeting was nothing like how they planned it to be...

It was late at night...10:37 to be exact, and there was a faint knock on the door that made all the young adults jump fear and PTSD filling their bodies to the brim.

But their fear melted when they saw the soft smile that Dewey gave them through the small window.

Once the door was open the started chatting...but none of them cared to check if it was locked..

As they sat there catching up, laughing and talking, seeming to forget about the problem at hand..someone had snuck in....

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^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^

I sat on the couch laughing at a joke Dewey had said along with everyone else.. finally I felt... normal...

Since the woodsboro massacre and finding out my bestfriends were the ones behind the masks, I felt like an outcast. I felt the eyes that lingered on me, I heard people whisper about me and what had happened to me..but I always acted like I didn't care..when in reality all I wanted was some comfort with social interactions.

I knew i had Randy..the guy I had started dating only days after the massacre..and he was amazing at helping distract me from it all, but I always ended up back in the dark places that I tried to kept hidden from my brain.

"Y/n..baby...you okay?" Randy's sweet velvety voice rang through my ears as I felt him wrap a arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side.

"Yeah I'm good!" I say flashing a smile as I nuzzled up to his side.

"Hold on..when did you two become a thing?" Dewey teased as a smile broke out onto his face

"Oh a few days after..ya know" Randy muttered

As soon as those words left his lips I stood up "ima go get a drink" and at that, I walked off, feeling those thoughts rise into my skull once again.

I walked to the fridge, rubbing my eyes..but then..a feeling bubbled up into my gut..the feeling of being watched...

I looked around almost frantically, my eyes dashing around too fast for me to comprehend anything.

"Dewey! Randy! Sidney! I think someone's-" as those words left my lips

In a swift motion a figure emerged from the dark hallway infront of me, impailing my lower stomach with a knife.

I felt pain..nothing but pain corsing through ever inch of my body.

A scream forced its self out of my throat as the person started dragging the knife upwards.

All i could focus on was the pain..all the pain the spread...the pain the intensified...causing me to scream louder.. and all I could look at was the blacked out eyes of the mask

I didn't notice when everyone come rushing in till shots were fired causing the masked person to pull the knife out of my slit stomach and bolt into the darkness.

I gasped for air as I fell to the floor, clutching my stomach as if trying to keep my organs from spilling out of my body

I cried

I felt the hot tears roll down my cheeks as Randy was quick to loop his arm around me, pulling me up.

I howled in agony and pure pain.

I clenched my jaw tightly and kept my hand over my stomach, whining and crying as Randy kept me up.

"We gotta go!" Sidney yelled

None of them knew how badly I was hurt...

Sidney ran to a nearby bed room and Dewey followed While randy scooped me up in his arms and ran to the room too

Whines of pain escaped my mouth as I felt my precious life fade away

Randy set me on a bed sitting next to me, gently lifting my blood stained shirt..only for his eyes to go wide and he started crying...sobbing while I felt my eyes flutter closed then jolt back open seconds later

We couldn't hide....no way in hell we could..

Dewey and Sidney started to baracade the door as Randy tried to help me..

But all it ened up doing was spreading and spilling more and more blood.

"No no no Y/n! Don't you die! Don't you die on me Y/n!" Randy gasped out as he held his hands tightly onto my stomach

Making me cry harder and let out another scream...

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Dewey rushed to the window and opened it, willing to help everyone out if it wasn't too high...but once he did..he was met with a face he thought he'd never see again...Gale weathers

Gale motioned for Dewey to open the window like she had hers and Dewey compiled.

"That the hell is going on!?" Gale yelled, after hearing Y/ns cries of pain.

Once Gale spoke..someone started banging harshly on the door they had blocked moments ago..

"No time...we're trapped in this room! Y/ns injuried...badly!" He yelled as Sidney pushed on the door, keeping it closed.

"Hold on!" Gale screamed, she always had a soft spot for Y/n that she herself couldn't understand.

Gale rushed to the supply closet in the apartment she was in and then ran back..ladder in hand

"Hurry up Gale!" Randy screamed in panic as he saw Y/n become weaker by the second

Gale extended the ladder and started pushing it out the window till it met the window of the room they were in, Dewey secured the ladder in place.

"Sid you go! I'll hold them off!" Dewey yelled as he and Sidney traded spots

As sidney climbed across the ladder and to the apartment gale was in, Dewey pushed more things infrot of the door as the banging continued but louder.

"Randy go!" Dewey yelled

"I'm not leaving her!" Randy yelled keeping Y/n close

"I'll stay with her randy! Just go!" At that

Randy hesitantly let go of Y/n and went to the window, climbing onto the ladder.

Dewey rushed to y/n side, seeing she was cut deeper then he thought. "Hey hey it's all g..gonna be okay" Dewey whispered as he held Y/ns wound closed and watched Randy climb. Once he was across Dewey got ready to help Y/n over

"Let her go last!" Sidney yelled

"She injured!"she added

Randy looked at Sidney as if she was stupid "that's why we need to get her over!"

"G..go Dewey..s..Sids..right" y/n admitted knowing she wouldn't get across in time.

"As soon as he's halfway you start crawling okay? Okay?!" Randy yelled through tears.

Y/n stood on shakey legs and blood rushed from jer stomach, the banging on the door was more violent by now and some stuff they used to block the door started to fall.

Once Dewey was halfway across Y/n slowly grabbed the ladder and moved onto it, as she did she felt as if all her organs would spill out, leaving jer dead on the ladder.

Dewey was quick to get.fully across while Y/n moved at a slower pace trying not to her herself more or slip since the blood on her hands made the metal slick.

"Fuck!! Hurry Baby hurrry!" Randy screamed out as he watched..but things took a turn for the worst..

The door was busted open and the person dressed as ghostface saw the ladder

Y/n was crying in pain and fear as she tried to move faster, causing herself more pain but it was too late..

Ghostface grabbed the end of the ladder and started moving it violently, causing y/n to scream and clutch onto the metal harder as she tried to cross

"no no! Baby please! Don't fall please!" Randy's cries echoed around her as she held onto the bars screaming as the ghost face moved the ladder more, causing her body to jolt and bounce, her legs slipping.

Yet

As if by merical.. she made it close enough to reach out to Randy

Randy instantly stuck his hand out, trying to grab onto hers as whoever it was kept moving the ladder

"I..I don't wanna die" she cried out as she desperately tried to grab Randy's hand..

Then

Disaster stuck..

Y/n loosened her grip on the ladder as she tried to reach out to Randy and due to this..one last shake of the ladder caused her to slip

Her blood coated hand betrayed her and she lost her grip..and her legs were too weak to hold her up..and she fell.

Her scream echoed through the alleyway and then all was silent other then a sickening sound her skull cracking as it hit the metal dumpster then the hard concrete

Randy froze, his body almost giving out on him as he saw her fall

His whole world died with one fall..

He felt a scream of both anger and sadness leave his lips as he looked at the ghostface with tear filled eyes.

Randy looked at them..he couldn't bring himself to look down at the only lover he had laying on the cold concrete with her head busted open.

Randy wanted to erase the memories off last year and today from his brain and remember his girlfriend when she was happy when she wasn't in pain or crying in his arms due to countless nightmares

"YOULL PAY! YOULL PAY YOU SICK FUCK!" Randy screamed out as the ghostface rushed off.

Everyone was stunned...shocked...at what happened..no one wanted to believe that Y/n had fell...but once Sidney looked down and let out a cry of disgust, sadness, and anger..they knew she was gone..and that the aftermath looked bad...

Sidney saw Y/ns lifeless eyes staring at her as her organs covered the floor along with her blood and parts of her broke skull. She saw the blood that ran from her open mouth..she regretted looking..every time she closed her eyes all she saw was her...

Randy fell to his knees, animalistic cries and screams bellowing out from him

Gale, Dewey and Sidney all hugged him tightly..they all knew and felt the hurt that he felt..

Y/n was their little ball of sunshine..their own gift from the heavens..now..the sunshine has faded and the gift had been taken..everyone felt a small part of them die along with Y/n...

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Days had passed

Yet none of them could stop thinking about her...

She plagued Randy's dreams

And her dead eyes haunted sidney

Sidney felt guilty for making Y/n go last..and she knew Randy blamed her for his girlfriends death..even Gale blamed Sidney too..

Ever since the first massacre.. Gale became like a mother figure to Y/n..she even took a beating just to give Y/n a chance to escape Billy and Stu..Gale loved Y/n like a daughter...and the noise of her skull cracking make gale want to vomit every time it played its way into her mind..

Not long after her death...maybe a week...

More calls were made

And more murders were committed..

This time..

The killer had killed Randy

Yanking him into a van stabbing him repeatedly and slitting his throat, leaving him a bloody mess like his girlfriend

All because Gale and Dewey told him to keep the killer on the phone

More guilt weighted onto Gale Dewey and Sidney when the found Randy's body

Coating in blood...

Yet all of them knew

That now...

He could be with his girl now...he could be with his Y/n...

And Sidney, Dewey, and Gale all vowed that they'd kill these sick fucks in honor of their friends..

Y/n l/n and Randy meeks