#you'll never get a lot of these but I thought I'd let it pass

[mewkwota]

A Lunch Break in the Space Time Continuum

Castlevania has so many little instances of anachronism, but I can't help but enjoy them because it'll give me funny thoughts like these.

This isn't even a big one, I just like the topic of food. O'course. I told you I want my video game vampire hunters to be well-fed.

#anywho here's a funny with leon for once #you'll never get a lot of these but I thought I'd let it pass #I want him to eat well too (he's still a belmont-- heck he's The Belmont-- after all) #doodle-daas #comics #castlevania #leon belmont #rinaldo gandolfi #did you know? I also like video game foods in general. #just look at them. it's A Food in the game. :D

[rash0roar]

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summary : Lucifer and reader get invited to Ozzie and Fizz's wedding, and Lucifer has a surprise planned at the end

warnings : a bit of suggestive language <3

a / n : I saw two Twitter posts and the idea came fast tbh ; sorry if there are some grammar mistakes I forgot to fix ; this is my first story and post so I hope you'll enjoy <3

"Lucifer! Lucifer!" The sound of excited steps echoed through the lonely halls of Lucifer's castle. You excitedly barged into his rubber duck filled office holding an envelope. "Woah Woah love! What's the rush? " Stopping in front of your boyfriend you smiled, jumping up and down. "Lucifer you won't believe what we got!" You handed him the paper, that has been opened once, smiling and gesturing him to open it again. Lucifer looked at the envelope closely. " 's from Ozzie? You nodded. "Mhm!"

Opening the envelope, Lucifer took out the latter and it's- , an invitation? "An invitation? To what?" Lucifer looked at you seeing your smile became wider and your eyes were sparkling. Lucifer looked at the invitation reading it closely. You quietly laughed at his eyes becoming wider by the second. "Ozzie getting married?!? Well, that's certainly something I'd never thought I'd catch in this life. Hm, seems like the wedding is next week" "I know! Isn't it great! It's gonna be so fun- oh, I forgot, are you ok with getting out love? If it's too much we can stay home, I don't mind" "Are you kidding? This is the first time I'm actually excited in my boots for something! Besides it's Ozzie. He's, well, he's my best friend, kind of. So I can at least go to his wedding as a sorry for not talking to him as we usually would do" You smiled at your lover sweetly. "That's so sweet of you Lucifer" You said while kissing his forehead. At that he smiled. "Well, I guess someone should go search for some matching outfits for us don't you think?" His face became a tint of pink at the sight of your eyes lighting up. "Matching?! Really?! You bet! Let your girlfriend take care of this" You gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and running to another room.

Lucifer made sure you were far enough before he slowly closed his office doors. "Oh my golly, oh my golly! Ok Lucifer calm down, you already discussed this with Ozzie, it's gonna be ok you definitely got this don't panic. . . OH WHO AM I KIDDING I'M PANICKING RIGHT NOW!!" He took his phone and started texting Ozzie, searching for some sort of support from his friend. While walking in circles around his office, Lucifer looked at the little box hidden well from your eyes in his office.

The week has passed quite fast, you and Lucifer were getting more and more excited for what was about to come. In the morning of the wedding, you were in yours and Lucifer's room, preparing the outfits you were about to wear. In the other room Lucifer was tapping his feet on the floor nervously, thinking about the surprise he had planned for you. He remembers well when he went to Ozzie for support, telling him his idea. The sin of Lust was more than happy to help, suggesting Lucifer to wait for the right time. Never in a million years did Lucifer think that, Ozzie would text him and say that his wedding is the perfect time. He found it weird. He felt bad too. His friend was good at heart, but a part of him felt bad for accepting his idea despite the fact that this was not about him, but his friend. "Lucifer! Come on we have to get ready! No time to waste!" He laughed at the sound of your voice, forgetting his thoughts from earlier.

As he entered the room, he saw you searching through your drawers. You lifted your head and looked at him. "There you are! Come on Lu, get dressed will you? We have a lot to do besides getting dressed" "And that would be what, my love?" "Well your hair and makeup of course! You're the king of hell, you need to look nice remember that" Lucifer laughed, this was one of his favorite ways of you showing you loved him. Always making sure he looks good when he goes out. He loved that about you. Lucifer went to pick up his outfit. He saw you choose two suits, he remembered you mentioning that dresses weren't for you. He would always disagree. Both of the suits were red with gold and just a bit of white, since white is worn by the married couple. The red suit didn't look too different from his regular one, just that he would have to wear a white and gold shirt beneath it. Your suit, was also a red one with a long tailcoat, Lucifer thought that it's so that he could represent the back of a dress, as the back of his suit was straight, yours had a wavey back. The fact that Lucifer would finally wear matching outfits with you brought a red color to his cheeks.

After a while, you both were ready to go. Lucifer was missing his hat ( also complaining about it ) as you had your hair styled in an "elf way" you said to Lucifer after you did it ( Lucifer never understood your movie references ), tied in a very nice pin with roses and an apple ( gift from the king himself ). "You ready to go?" You nodded taking his hand as the Lucifer tapped the cane on the ground and teleported to you at the location of the wedding. And oh my were you stunned.

You never knew hell had a forest before. Well, you've figured the wedding will be in a hidden place. Lucifer told you once the fact that not many people knew about Ozzie's relationship with an imp, he has told you that the sins and royal princes were looked down on if that were to happen. That made you question if you were enough for him lots of times. "My my is that Lulu I see?!?" Looking in front of you, you saw a yellow fox with wings with a neon light to replace her stomach. "Boy I haven't seen you in years! How 've ya been?" Lucifer smiled at her. "Well, I couldn't miss this even if I wanted right? Oh! Right! Ahem. Love, this is Beelzebub! I've told you a lot about her remember?" "OMG! Is this your new girlfriend? Girl you are adorable! Call me Bee, you're like, my bestie now. What's your name?" "I'm Y/N! It's nice to finally meet you Bee!" "You're absolutely gorgeous, I like love your voice! You should definitely come to my parties one time!" You laughed. If she was like that, you couldn't wait to meet Asmodeus for the first time. "Now you two lovebirds come on! You both have to meet the crew!" You looked at Lucifer. He was nervous, he never was the kind to be around people. You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder smiling. He smiled back. "I'll be fine, don't worry my duckling" He smiled and took your hand following Bee inside. The inside was very pretty too. You haven't been to a wedding since forever, you enjoyed it. It wasn't a surprise there weren't many people. Bee was gesturing you and Lucifer to come, you've both gone to her, as you were walking, you saw two other hellhounds on both of Bee's sides, a group of little imps and two goetias. You had to remind Lucifer about the beauty of hell after this. "Ok now you guys, this right here, is my boyfriend Vortex, and this here is my favorite person ever Loona! You'll love them once you get to know them!" "Hello you two! Nice to meet you!" You said while Lucifer nodded and gave a small wave. "Nice to meet ya too your majesty" "Yo" Your majesty? Well that's new. "No ,uh, please don't call me that! Me and Lucifer we are not engaged so I'm not really the queen" You couldn't miss how all three smiled at each other after you've said that. Did you say something funny? While looking at them you failed to notice Lucifer's red face next to you.

"So you're the king of hell's new bitch huh? I'm Blitz! And I'm the leader of the imp! And these two lovebirds behind me are M&M. Actually, Millie and Moxxie. And that there is my lovely daughter Loona! Hi Loonie!" "ADOPTED" "Lucifer. Lucifer they are adorable what the actual hell" "You think so? Well, I can't argue with you I guess"

You couldn't keep it, the little imps were absolutely adorable! The gotia demons too! Stolas and his daughter Octavia were very nice , you found it relaxing to stay around them. Although, you've been meaning to ask if Stolas is ok, he always seemed to be tired and sad.

The rest of the night was absolutely amazing! You swore you'd never forget it. Not even the fact that you and Lucifer were asked to be the man and lady of honor in the last moment! Looking at the couple, you were thinking, what if you and Lucifer were in that place? Here in hell, with these people at your wedding. You wished it could be you indeed, but, you were happy for them. These kind of things weren't too common in hell, heck they don't happen at all actually! Seeing this, you hoped Lucifer would see the good part in hell.

As the night went on you noticed that everyone started on getting more and more excited, and Lucifer, more and more...frustrated..? Why was that? What's happening? Is there something you should know? "Alright everyone! Listen up!" You looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from, it was Fizz's. "I'm throwing this flower bouquet, so let's see who's the lucky bitch that'll catch it!" ONE - everyone was getting ready - TWO - everyone's on their position - THREE!! GO!!!" "I got it I got" "Nuh uh! I do! " As Blitz and Bee were fighting, forgetting about the bouquet, you watched it carefully, closer, closer, and - "I GOT IT I GOT IT! HAH! YES! I GO - why is everyone looking at me like that?" You turned back at everyone, noticing everyone looked at you smiling softly, or, at something.. behind you? "Why is everyone - ohmydear" Turning behind you, you saw him. Lucifer was behind you, on one knee, looking at you with a soft smile. "Y/N, I know this is really sudden but, you've been beside me for a long time, you've helped me through my problems, supported me and took care of me. I love you so much, I really really do, so will you please...make me the happiest man in hell and, marry me?" You could see it, he was crying, as he opened the box that revealed a beautiful golden ring, you looked at him with your hands over your mouth, you could not, not cry. You nodded, sobbing loudly running in Lucifer's arms and hugging him tightly. "Yes, a hundred times yes, Lucifer I love you!" "Me too, me too my love. You have no idea" He took your face in his arms and kissed you. "LET'S FUCKING GO SHE SAID YES YEEAAAHHHH!!" EVERYONE OPEN THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES!" You and Lucifer laughed at the sight of Bee, Blitz, Ozzie and Fizz laughing and screaming at the news. Millie, Moxxie and Stolas were beyond happy, Millie hugged you while Stolas was staying besides Lucifer, congratulating him for it.

"You all knew?" "Well yeah! We all helped him actually, man was he a big ball of stress and anxiety. But hey he did it! Yes! Finally! Man I'm SO HAPPY! Let me be your lady of honor pleeeeaaase?" "Of course Bee!" "Sooo, when's the wedding?" You looked at Lucifer "Yeah, when is it?" "How about next month? YOU'RE ALL INVITED NO ONE ELSE THOUGH! "YYEAAAAHHHHH"

They were happy, all of them. You squished Lucifer's hand. "Thank you, Lucifer" "No love, I thank you, I think the wedding will go well, don't you?" "Yeah - you said watching everyone party like at the beginning of the party - yeah me too" You turned at Lucifer and kissed him lovingly as he returned it.

Once the party ended, you both went to bed and cuddled next to each other. And as Lucifer whispered a love you, after you did the same you both fell asleep, the moonlight reflecting in you and Lucifer's golden rings.

a / n : let me know if you guys want a part 2 with Lucifer and the reader's wedding! <3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x you #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x helluva boss

[withleeknow]

i think you'll do well with requests bc they seem to be popular in the fanfic side of tumblr! but even if it doesn't take off that quick, at least that'll be less overwhelming bc some ppl can be so demanding....anyways, i hope the best for you in this new journey haha 💝

me personally, i'm not very creative so i'll leave the details to the professionals (aka you) but i'd like to req something from minho's pov. i think those type of stories are SEVERELY lacking in the lee know fics department lol 🥲 it could be a childhood friends to lovers where he is pining for oc but he has a lot of self esteem issues and thinks she's not interested in him. also a big softie and just all around head over heels for her. you can add your magic! (if this is even remotely interesting enough to write lol i just want a minho pov tbh shsjjfjdjdj 😭)

light years.

summary: three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, cursing, so much pining i could hurl. could this have been more edited? oh absolutely lmao but i actually don't hate it sooo this is what we're going with :p word count: 4.2k note: to the first anon, thank you so much for your kind words! :') and i'm sorry that this took me longer than expected. i was trying to figure out what i wanted to write for your prompt but then i got the second request with the song and i thought they would go nicely together hehehehe i hope the both of you enjoy thissss

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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I'm not sure what it means to love But I blink kind of slow around you I'm not sure what it means to love But I'll grow wherever you do What that means, I don't have a clue

I'm Not Sure - Margeaux Beylier

One.

Minho is 18 years old, and he doesn't know what love is, doesn't really care for it at all.

While his friends are out there wrapped in the clutches of young love - the kind that blooms with stolen glances in classrooms and sticky notes passed in secrecy, Minho finds it simply unnecessary. He doesn't understand it whenever Hyunjin whines about not having a girlfriend because they're still young, they've got all the time in the world for romance later down the line. It's not the end of the world like Hyunjin laments it is.

Minho has his own life to prioritize. College is starting after the summer and he still needs to figure out how he's going to cope with the absence of his cats once he moves away. He's got dancing and he's got his other hobbies to keep him fulfilled and occupied.

And above all, he's got you.

You're getting ready for your sister's wedding when it happens for the first time. Or rather, when it doesn't happen.

You step back into the room where Minho is waiting for you on the sofa, his gaze resting idly on the screen of his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his friends' group chat even though he has no interest in whatever they're talking about. You cough lightly to indicate your return after disappearing into the bathroom minutes prior to change into your dress. He looks up upon your soft announcement, and when his eyes settle on you, he swears it feels like an invisible force has collided with his chest and knocked all of the air from his lungs.

Throughout all his years of knowing you, inseparable from childhood until now, Minho has never seen you like this - all dolled up with your hair falling over your collarbones, cascading over your shoulders in soft waves that beckons him to run his fingers through. The light blue dress hugs you beautifully, the silky material catching the light from outside the window every time you shift on your feet under his steady gaze.

"So...?" you ask, moving your arms awkwardly behind your back like you're not sure what to do with them. "What do you think?"

What does he think?

Minho thinks you might just be the prettiest girl in the world. He thinks he must have been an idiot his whole life, to have spent most of his waking hours beside you and not once has he noticed how truly breathtaking you are. He thinks about the feeling that spreads in the pit of his stomach, sends warmth throughout his body and makes his heartbeat race a million miles an hours.

Your best friend blinks slowly as he savors the warmth that he's never experienced before. It's similar to the feeling you get when you're sitting under the shade of a big tree on a summer's day. It's comparable to the satisfied tranquility you get after you've just finished a hearty meal. A little hazy in your contentment.

It's not until you probe with a pointed Well? that Minho realizes he's been staring at you in silence for a few minutes now. He swallows thickly, willing away the words that he wants to say but they get lodged in his throat. He reckons it's weird to verbalize them, because it's not how the two of you function. You don't often utter that kind of sentiment out loud and he doesn't either. Never have and likely never will.

In the end, he bites his tongue. "You look presentable," is what he settles on.

You roll your eyes, then reward him with a laugh.

Minho doesn't care about love. He only cares about you.

Two.

Minho is 21 years old, and he's gotten used to his heart beating erratically whenever he's in your presence.

Three years flew by in the blink of an eye, and graduation is just around the corner. You've always done well in school, straight A student with a track record that most could only dream to have. You put in the hours, you do the work. You deserve everything that you've achieved.

But it's been a challenging few months for you both, being seniors and all. He's had to watch you struggle to stay on top of your classes while also having to slave over a thesis 24/7 until you were sure it was perfect. It reduced you to tears a few times, and Minho was there to hold your hand through it all.

He held you in his comforting embrace when you wanted to give up. He made you dinner when you were too immersed in your schoolwork to notice that you'd forgotten to eat. He was your biggest support system; if it weren't for him, you don't know if you would've made it through.

It's hot outside today, a little unbearable but not uncharacteristic for June. Minho waits in a familiar hallway, the same hall that he's walked past for hundreds of times over the past few years, the same hall that he won't see again once he holds a degree in his hands in only a few weeks' time.

As he sits on an old wooden bench, he bounces his leg as if he's one of the people in the classrooms that line the hall. He doesn't have to be on campus today, but here he is regardless because you're scheduled for your thesis defense this morning. You're in one of those rooms, probably also bouncing your leg from the overwhelming nerves. Minutes feel like hours; you went in there a while ago after he had sent you off with a pat on the head and an encouraging Godspeed.

He's nervous for you, but he's sure that you'll do great. Years of hard work accumulating in what must be the most important moment of your academic journey. You even stayed up all night last night, refusing to sleep a wink just to revise your arguments and talking points.

Minho's head snaps up instantly as he hears a door creak open, the sound of it reverberating throughout the empty hallway like a gong announcing your return from battle. It takes you a few seconds to step out of the room and into his line of sight. He can't see you very well with all this distance between you, but he can still make out the way your frame is visibly shaking with every step you take. He rises to his feet, and you break into a sprint.

He opens his arms wide - a hug of consolation or congratulations, he doesn't know yet - but he still can't seem to brace himself for the collision. You run straight into his embrace, your warms wounding around his middle tightly. Minho feels your tremors, hears your sniffles from where you're pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"How did it go?" he asks gently.

You start crying then, and he doesn't know if the tears that his shirt is soaking up are those of joy or of grief, but he holds you through it anyway. He swears he can feel every single beat of your heart, hammering so wildly as you're pressed against him like you could sink into him if only you'd push just a little bit more.

"I passed," you say in between sobs. "I got an A."

Minho heaves out the breath that he's been holding ever since you entered that classroom, but it's not like he had any doubt about it to begin with. He hugs you tighter than he's ever had before, and he loves you just the same.

You two must look so dramatic, all wrapped up together in your own little bubble, but who the fuck cares? Although, when another student passes by and coughs, you do break away from him, a little embarrassed for a second.

Even with your hair all mussed up and your flushed cheeks stained with tears, he still thinks you look the same as you did when you were 18 at your sister's wedding. The prettiest girl in the world.

Minho wipes away the wetness on your face with his sleeves, then swipes with gentle thumbs at the moisture that's gathered along your lash lines.

"Holy fucking shit," you breathe out, your shoulders sagging with evident relief, so much more relaxed now that you've done it. "I can't believe it's finally over."

Your best friend can't entirely agree, because he's always believed in you. He's had faith in you since the beginning, since you were mere children laughing and crying together on the playground. You were meant to do great things, this was always crystal clear to Minho.

I love you, he thinks as he smooths a hand over your hair, his chest swelling with nothing but pride and fondness for you. You did so well.

But it's not what he ends up telling you. He swallows it down, washes it away with a dose of regret and longing. He's still not the type to express sappy sentiments, and he's grown accustomed to adoring you only in secret.

"Let's go," he says softly. "I'll buy you dinner."

Minho is still young, he's still got his whole life ahead of him, but he knows what love is now. He knows that it's you.

Three.

Minho is 24 years old, and he finds it hard to make peace with the fact that you're starting to get out there, that you're finally going on dates now that academics aren't taking up most of your time anymore.

To be fair, none of the guys you've seen have been graced with a second date, and Minho thanks his lucky stars whenever you return from a night out and text him a simple Not it. He knows that it wasn't your decision in the first place, that your mom and your sister have been setting you up on blind dates because they want to see you bring a boyfriend home.

You complain about it all the time, whining about how you're not interested but your family is adamant on it. Minho is well aware, and yet, there's a part of him that's a little shaken, because what if? What if the universe miscalculates and the stars misalign just enough in his misfortune for you to cross paths with someone who's absolutely perfect for you? Someone who's a good man that can give you what you've always deserved to have.

He really doesn't know what he would do if that happens. When it happens?

He doesn't know why you're here tonight either, sitting on a chair on the other side of his kitchen island in a pretty dress when you're supposed to be going on a date in half an hour. The guy apparently works for a big record label, some producer that your sister knows through a friend of a friend.

You look indifferent, kind of bored, as you watch Minho makes dinner for himself. "You seem miserable," he comments, taking a quick break from chopping vegetables to glance up at you. You do look a bit miserable, but you're still the most beautiful in his eyes.

You throw your head back and groan loudly, "Because I am. God, I don't know why they keep making me do this. These guys always give nothing."

"Please elaborate."

"They're all boring suits with tedious routines." you say, and as absentminded as your tone is, it sounds a little pointed to Minho's ears. "They don't make me laugh."

Do they not make you laugh, or do they not make you laugh more than I can?

"Then don't go," he snickers, though there's no humor in his voice at all. "These guys sound like duds. Just tell your sister to fuck off."

"Do you mean that? Do you really think I shouldn't go?"

And there's something in your gaze, something so suddenly expectant in the way you're looking at him that makes Minho wonder. If he says yes, would you listen? Would you stay here with him? Would you stay here for him?

I'm serious. Don't go. You can have this and I'll make myself ramyeon. Just be here with me.

You both stare at each other on either side of his kitchen island for an infinite stretch of time. He feels like your eyes are trying to tell him something that he can't decipher, as if they're sending him signals in a language that he never learned how to read.

For a second there, he indulges himself. He pretends that you're only asking because you want to hear him say it. That you want him to put up a fight and not let you go.

But he bites his tongue because it's become a bad habit. A habit that he can't shake because he simply doesn't have the courage to do so. Because if you stay here tonight, looking like that under the cozy lighting of his living room, he might just spill his secrets and he wouldn't be able to take it when reality comes crashing down and you end up telling him that you've never felt the same way.

"I'm kidding," he musters up the words, and tries to plaster on a smile for your sake, even though he's not sure if you really believe it. "You're dressed up anyway. Go and get a free fancy dinner, if anything."

Minho knows what love is, but his love has always lived in the shadows, his longing has only existed in the dark that it terrifies him just thinking about it meeting the light.

Four.

Minho is 26 years old, and he's been a coward for the better part of a decade.

Maybe he's loved you for even longer, but he has spent the past eight years head over heels in love with you, and not once has he done anything about it. Never been able to gather enough courage to ask you out, never even hinted at his feelings for you. He loves you from his place by your side and yet, you've never known.

He loves you the most, but he loves you in the worst way that a person can love another - he loves you in silence.

You're the prettiest girl in the world, and Lee Minho is a pathetic coward.

All these years, he's kept quiet and for what? There's always a spot reserved for him right next to you and yet, it feels like he can only watch you from the sidelines, far away from where it really matters, because he doesn't think he can fit into your life the way he truly wants. You taught him what love was, and love, to Minho, is unattainable. Something he can spend the rest of his life yearning for but won't ever have.

Love hurts. Sometimes, all love does is hurt.

"I would've taken you to a nice restaurant if you asked, you know," he says, putting a chocolate cupcake on the coffee table in front of you before he sits down next to you on the fluffy carpet of your living room. He pulls out a candle next, placing it right in the center of the sweet treat.

Your gaze follows his hand has he lights the candle, your eyes glinting with excitement as though you're a child again and your favorite day of the year is still your birthday. The tiny flame curves and bends, dancing to a rhythm that looks like only you can hear. You watch the candle like it's magic, while Minho just watches you, thinking the same thing.

He watches as you close your eyes and clasp your hands together for the theatrics, then you blow out the flame seconds later with a swift breath.

You turn to him with a smile, "I don't need a nice restaurant. This is perfect."

He blinks, and there's that warmth simmering in his belly again. He first felt it when he was 18, and he feels it now. He feels it almost every moment that he spends with you, and he reckons it's only reasonable, because you're his home personified and love can still be beautiful even when it hurts. There's his heart racing again, but that's nothing new to Minho.

He muses over your words. Perfect. Just one simple word is enough to get his hopes up in a way that it really shouldn't.

Your definition of a birthday well spent is in your cozy apartment, eating takeout pizza with your best friend. Perfect, to you, is him baking you a singular chocolate cupcake upon your request and being with him within these four walls, where his fingers occasionally brush yours when you sit next to each other.

Oh, Minho would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

He clears his throat lightly, breaking away from your gaze that's full of gratitude and childlike wonder. "What did you wish for?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. It won't come true then."

Wishes don't come true anyway, he thinks, but obviously he won't say it out loud to you, and on your birthday no less. Instead, he diverts his attention to the cupcake, subconsciously tonguing his cheek as he takes a small chunk of the sweet and offers it to you.

You let him feed you even though your eyes are narrowed. "What was that look?" you ask.

"What look?"

"You had a look."

"No, I didn't," Minho insists.

"Yes, you did. You wanted to say something, didn't you?"

He shrugs, popping a piece of cupcake into his own mouth. The answer is yes, he did want to say something, but if you want to get technical about it, then he's wanted to say something for years now. He asks you the same thing every birthday, What did you wish for?, and you would refuse to tell him every time.

"Wishes don't come true," he verbalizes it this time, with a voice that's lighthearted on purpose despite knowing that you wouldn't take it that seriously either way.

You roll your eyes. "Now you're just being pessimistic."

"What? I'm speaking from experience."

"You've never had a birthday wish come true?"

"My birthday wishes haven't come true since I was 18."

Minho feels your eyes on the side of his face, and when you remain quiet for a beat too long, he turns his attention back to you. "What?"

"How do you know they didn't come true?"

"Because..."

Because you've been my wish for almost a decade now. I didn't use to believe in wishes but I always believed in you. Every year, I wish for you to look at me the way I look at you, but it never comes true. Every year, I wish that you would love me back, not just as a friend, but you never do. You are my wish, but you're also the very reason why I know wishes don't come true.

Then he's laughing, but nothing is remotely funny about this. It's your birthday and suddenly all he can think about is how much it stings to be reminded that you're the only thing he'll ever wish for, and still, maybe this simple wish is absurd enough that the universe will never grant him what he truly wants.

"Never mind," he says. "This whole thing is silly."

There he goes, biting his tongue again. Coward.

"No, what were you going to say?"

"You're so bossy today," Minho pretends to complain.

"It's my birthday. Tell me," you press on, and suddenly he can't find any appreciation for your stubbornness that he's adored all his life. You keep your eyes fixed on him when all he wants to do is hide from you.

What is he supposed to say to you? What can he even say? That he's spent more than a third of his life hopelessly enamored with you? That the second he utters any of this out loud, he knows it will be the end of your friendship?

And Minho can't afford to lose you. Even if it hurts, he would rather let love hurt than live in the absence of you.

"Eat your cupcake," he says instead. "I'll get some ice cream."

He makes a move to get up, and the bad habit further cements its place in his subconscious. He's always running away from you when you're supposed to be the person he can be the most open with. This is how he knows he doesn't deserve you.

But you reach for his wrist and it makes him still, the feeling of your hand sliding downward to hold onto his fingers. He's used to the feeling of your smaller hand in his, used to how he can hear his heartbeat in his ears whenever you lace your fingers together.

What he isn't accustomed to, is the look on your face this very second, akin to the one you wore two years ago as you sat on the other side of his kitchen island, asking him if you should go.

Expectant and hopeful; you're holding something back too.

The words that slip from your lips are ones that he never imagined you would say to him.

"I've waited for you long enough."

His poor excuse of retrieving ice cream is all but forgotten as he stares at you, doe-eyed and despairingly confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

You take a breath, and Minho wonders if this is how he looked every time he wanted to say something only to back down in the end.

Then it all comes rushing out.

"For a while, I thought there might've been something between us, something more than just friendship. I don't know why I thought that, I just had a feeling. On the day of our graduation, I thought you would finally kiss me or at least say something, but you didn't. Whenever I went on dates, I wanted you to tell me not to go, that I was wasting my time with those guys that couldn't make me laugh because they weren't you. You never said anything, you never did anything. I waited every birthday just like I waited tonight. You're still holding it over me and I'm starting to wonder if you really love me too or if I imagined everything this whole time."

Your voice gets smaller toward the end, almost as if the uncertainty takes over you the longer he remains silent. He doesn't have the words for it, doesn't really have the mental capacity to process all of what you just professed. Years and years of longing, of hoping that you would come running into his arms the same way you did on the morning of your thesis defense, and it turns out that you were always the one waiting for him to reach you.

If you really love me too.

Your fingers start to loosen around his but Minho doesn't let you get away, not now and not ever again. Not when he finally knows that he's burnt up enough of your time just because he was too stuck in his head to see that you were holding a hand out for him all along.

He pulls you into his orbit and he likes to imagine that somewhere out there in the infinite universe, two stars collide when he kisses you for the first time, long overdue but still heavenly nonetheless.

He's crying but you don't seem to mind the tears. You're kissing him back and it's really all that matters. He can't think straight but he adores you to the point that his lungs ache.

"I love you," he mumbles against your lips. The sentiment comes out clumsy, half coherent but wholeheartedly sincere. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you."

You're the one who breaks the kiss first, with your hand on his chest gently pushing him away. Panic instantly shoots through him like a lightning strike. These are the words he's been holding back for years, did he not even say them right? Did he fuck things up yet again?

You brush the tears from his cheeks, your voice so impossibly soft when you ask, "Do you mean it?"

Minho splinters into a million pieces, of course he does.

Your name falls from his lips, sounding like a prayer, like the most tender plea that's ever been uttered, "I love you the most. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been yours for so long and I never said anything. Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I-"

You bring his face to yours once more, shushing him with a kiss that makes him putty in your hands. You tell him that it's okay, and you kiss him like you forgive him. The world could be ending right now, and he doesn't think that either of you would even care very much.

Because you're the only wish of his life, and you kiss him as though you want to make up for the lost years. Because Minho feels like he's 18 again and you're the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a smile that leaves him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.

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#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know scenarios #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know x you #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #stray kids #lee know #lee minho

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Don't get possessed!

You'll end up like this...

Gassy air bubbled from deep inside my soft, pudgy stomach. The smell of semi-digested beer wafted into my nose as my lips flapped in the gust of a violent belch dragging itself out. God, this body was disgusting, but this is what I did to it; this is what I did to him...

I used his cellphone to snap a pic of the sweaty slab of meat I'd been wearing for the past three years. It was the disgraced body of a former jock. Jake's stomach rumbled like it always did when I filled it to the brim. Even after all this time, it still hasn't adapted to the crap I've constantly been stuffing it with.

Swallowing yet another beer, I toss the can into the corner of his dark living room, where it collided with discarded pizza boxes and half empty milk jugs. I'd let the entire apartment overflow with the garbage generated by this once-godly body, and there was a lot of it.

The place smelled like a dumpster in the sun.

You might think this is a disgusting way to live. Well, I did too. Everything about the situation was nasty; the damp basement apartment, the stacks of dirty dishes, the closet of unwashed clothes. The entire place had a permanent stench of body odor, and I know it followed this body around everywhere.

I had never in my life felt so absolutely disgusted by my surroundings.

But that was the exact fucking point.

To explain, we'll have to flash back to a few years ago. Let me show you a photo of Jake when I first possessed him. I took this right after jumping into his perfect body...

The athlete had just gotten back from the gym. It was another perfect workout for the perfect jock, and I could feel the grit and intensity swelling in every muscle. The college footballer would normally shower after any physical activity, but I was happy to crack open a beer and bask in his sweaty glory.

I don't know if you could tell, but I am not a fan of Jake.

He was a pretentious bully at my university, and he got away with anything. I tried my best to stay out of his way, but ultimately found myself staring into the headlights of his fancy Christmas present: a shiny black camaro. The asshole ended my life while driving back to campus after one of his famous parties!

I hate to be dramatic, but I was not ready to pass away, and I was not going to let an asshole like Jake get away with my murder. The police couldn't solve the crime any more than I could console my mourning family, so I took matters into my own ghostly hands.

Jake, beautiful Jake, didn't have a single iota of remorse. He continued to get belligerently drunk, and continued to shame and ridicule anyone shorter, weaker, or fatter than him, which was just about anyone. The worst part was people let him: they allowed it because he was the strongest, the most handsome, the prize quarterback with a winning smile!

I had to do something to stop the piece of trash lurking inside his god-like body.

So I possessed him. And I did this...

When I took over, it was like putting on a body suit. As a ghost, I was invisible, so I got right behind and slipped inside. First, I shoved a leg in, then an arm, and then the rest followed.

He struggled, flailing the few body parts he still had control over, but it was in vain!

My head was the last thing to get situated, but once I slid it into place, his yelling subsided. His thoughts evaporated, and I broke in his handsome face with a wicked smile. It felt different, grinning with someone else's mouth, but I was just glad to have a body again. His was definitely an upgrade compared to my old one. The height I stood at, the breadth of my shoulders, the weight of muscular pecs hanging off my chest; it all took some getting used to.

I enjoyed living inside the jock's body, but I was on a revenge mission. The first thing I wanted to screw up was his diet!

I started shoveling massive amounts of fast-food down his throat three times a day, packing on forty pounds in just a couple weeks. Obviously, I quit going to his football practice and even dropped out from his classes. I needed the time to bulk his body up.

His teammates and coaches all reached out, but I told them to get lost. He took everything from me, so I wanted to do the same to him...

This is a pic I took of Jake's body after almost a year of controlling him. I wanted him to look and smell as awful as possible in public, so I kept him as sweaty and hairy as I could. Despite my best efforts, his attractiveness was still shining through. If anything, he looked like a hot, hard-working bear on the way home from the job, and that was not what I wanted.

This made me realize that I could destroy more than just his looks.

In his body, I marched back to campus and begged the manager of the university gym for a job. A bunch of his old friends were there to see it, so I made sure to act as pathetic as possible in the six foot hunk, practically grovelling for any position. I even dropped to Jake's knees in front of the guy, giving a lot of the gym-goers second hand embarrassment.

Ultimately, the manager offered me a janitorial position if I would shut up. I accepted it gladly, kissing the guys shoes with Jake's lips like some kind of submissive idiot.

So even though Jake's body was still attractive with the extra weight and fur I'd given it, the dingey old uniform of a janitor made sure to mark him as the bottom of the food chain. I wore it like a badge of honor, even if I never washed the damn thing. Wearing a stained boilersuit labelled 'janitor' everywhere definitely told the world what Jake was worth!

By that point, people really only saw Jake as a walking mop, if they even looked his direction at all...

This last picture is one I took after about a year of working for the school. No one had spoken to me (Jake) in that entire time, unless they needed a toilet unclogged. The man had truly lost any respect people had for him.

The overalls hide the giant gut I'd managed to grow on his torso, but you can look at the top pic if you want to see how fat and hairy I ultimately got him. He looked nothing like the explosive athlete he'd been a couple years ago.

I took that photo right before I released Jake's to his body.

The jock probably wouldn't recognize himself. He'd wonder why he was suddenly so fat and hairy. He'd be terrified by the janitorial uniform on his back and even more horrified by the layers of dried sweat swamping his skin. It wouldn't be until he realized how much time had passed that he would fully understand the punishment I'd carved out for him. I wonder how he'll react when he finds out that he's spent the last three years scrubbing floors in the gym instead of working out in it.

I wonder if he'll clean himself up and learn a lesson? Or maybe he'll just accept his fate and give in to the habits I've made for his body. I don't know, and I don't care.

I'll be long gone by then.

Honestly, I have to admit that it's kind of fun living like this. Disgusting, sure, but there's something about reveling in the laziness, the degradation, the stink. I never allowed myself to be so laid back in life. Maybe, I learned something from this experience with Jake as well. I'm starting to think I'll find a new body to possess and live in. Someone I can take over and use for my own immediate pleasures.

Maybe you're the right candidate! You've got a nice body I could jump into. You won't mind if I hop in and drive for a few years, would you? You'll be disgusted by the state I leave you in, but hey it's not like it's my body I'm fucking up, right!

#degredation kink #humiliation kink #male possession

[luveline]

more girl dad! hotch plsssss 😫😫😩😩😩

hotch navigates his small family ♡ mom!reader, 1k

Hotch speaks with a softness you could spin into silk. "That's okay, sweetheart. You fill this one out for me next." 

You peer through the small gap in the door. Hotch is sitting behind his desk with a case file open in front of him, though you assume any photographs are sequestered away, because in his lap sits a small girl, a toddler with dark, neat hair and a matching frown. 

"This one next," she says, picking up her crayon. 

"That one next. Good job, I'll be finished in no time with you helping me." 

"And we can have… uhm…" 

"Rusks?" 

"Yes, please." 

Hotch leans down to kiss his daughter's small head gently. "You're so polite. How about we leave all this grown up work and get you a rusk now?"

She turns on his leg to slouch into his stomach. Hotch picks her up, the sleeves of his shirt tightening at his biceps as he wraps them behind her back and under her butt, pushing the office chair aside with a careful leg. 

He sees you in the doorway and smiles. 

"Hi, Mr. Hotchner," you say. 

"Hi, mommy," he says, directing Jane's little body your way so she can see you where you're standing outside of his home office. "What are you doing?" 

"Just coming to check on you both. And I need help with something." 

You've stopped expecting him to pass you whatever kid it is he's carrying anymore. When Aaron is home, he's home, and he's dearly attached to his young daughter. He'd be attached to Jack if he weren't constantly out in the backyard looking for toads. He kisses your cheek, careful not to squish Jane between you. "What do you need help with?" 

"I can't get the lid off of the pickles and I promised Jack I'd get him the biggest one." 

"Why are our children so hungry?" he asks, putting his hand behind your shoulder as you walk down the stairs together. "Could it be because they both refuse to eat their breakfast, even when mommy says you'll regret it?" 

"Breakfast?" Jane asks, blinking owlishly. 

You smile at her. "No, sweetheart. Let's have rusks and milk, should we? With honey. Dad's gonna make it just the way you like it." 

Jack is back in the house tracking mud footprints over every inch of the kitchen. Only then does Aaron pass you Jane. She's light and easy to hold, she doesn't wriggle or gripe. Despite her resting frown, she's a happy girl who's content to be passed from person to person. "Daddy?" she asks. 

"Two seconds." Jack stands guiltily by the fridge, looking down at his shoes and then up at the ceiling, like looking away will get rid of the mess. "Jack, we've talked about this. You can play in the yard when it's wet if you take your shoes off before you come in."

"Well, I thought my shoes would be more dry," Jack says. 

"You can't leave water everywhere. What if Y/N slipped while she was carrying your sister? Then they'd both be hurt." 

"I guess," Jack says. 

"We're gonna have to mop it up. You can help me, buddy. You remember where we put the mop bucket?" 

You prop Jane on the island by the sink basin. She immediately puts her hand under the faucet, fascinated by the automatic water. "Wow, lots of fuss," you say. 

Aaron helps Jack take off his messy shoes and puts the mop bucket into the basin with a heap of praise for Jane's assistance, such a good helper. He lifts Jack up to squirt cleaner into the water. He's still laughing when he sets him down. 

"Rusks, dad?" Jane asks. 

Aaron almost barrels you over trying to hold her, lifting her back into his arms to kiss her soft cheek. "I am, I promise." He gives you a pleading look. "Honey–" 

"Yeah, okay. I never do the mopping, anyways. Me and Jack will learn together." 

You can hear him drowning Jane in love and sweetness as you and Jack get to work. "It's like this, babe, we push the mop head into the drain so we can soak up all the muddy water, then rinse and repeat." You drop your voice to a whisper, hands slack on the handle. "Don't worry, I'll do all the hard work." 

"Can we still have pickles?" Jack asks. 

"Of course we can. Dad's not mad, he just doesn't like the mess. Quicker we clean up, the sooner we can have a snack. You're not super hungry, are you?" 

"I'm starving." 

You put the mop back in the bucket, looking Jack up and down. He looks like he could use some proper warming after his time outside in the late September cold, pale cheeks rosy and his nose kissed with chill. 

"Aaron? Me and Jack have to pause the mopping, we're hungry." 

"Pretend I believe you and sit down. I'll make you something." 

"We really are hungry, dad." 

Jack takes your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen table. It's an organised chaos, your work things, Aaron's coat, Jack's science project. Underneath it lays a carpet of baby toys and Jane's washables; she plays under the table often to be close to her dad when he's working and you're cooking, or he's cooking and you're reading. 

You put him in a seat next to the highchair where Jane spoons warm rusk-mush into her mouth hurriedly. Aaron has secured a baby pink bib around her neck with a safety pin and filled her little sippy cup with watered down orange juice. She looks as happy as you've ever seen her as she misses her own mouth. 

You fill Aaron's seat as he vacates it to watch her. You and Aaron are good at filling each other's gaps, parenthood akin to the world's most loving game of musical chairs, and you're just as good at being together, you'd say —he squeezes your shoulders as he leans down. "For the record, you know how to mop. I just don't see why you should." 

"That's the right idea," you say happily, laughing as he kisses your cheek. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[hellcat8908]

Struggling Cassian x Female Reader

You were struggling. Today had been one of the worst days you've had since opening a bookstore. You were currently breaking down in the stockroom. You made sure to shield the bond. You didn't want Cassian to worry about you. The bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer. "I'll be right with you." You called as you started drying your eyes with a tissue. "It's just me. Take your time." Azriel called back. You quickly spashed some cool water on your face as you try to regain your composure. You walked out to the counter, "Here to pick up the book for Gwyn?" You reach beneath the counter and pick up the book you had previously set aside.

"Yeah, would you mind wrapping it for me? If it's not too much trouble." He asks as he walks towards the counter from one of the shelves he was browsing. "Sure, no trouble at all." You reply, keeping your gaze down so he can't see your face. "Everything ok?" He asks, noticing you seem off. "Yeah, just tired, inventory time and all." You answer as you wrap up the book. Once the bow is in place, you hand it over to Azriel. "We'll see you at dinner tonight, right?" He asks. "I have a lot I need to do here, I was hoping you'd pass a message on to Cassian that I'll be working late and not to wait for me." You say quietly. "Yeah, I can do that." He says. You thank him before he turns to leave. "Hey, y/n," he says, pausing by the door. "Yes?" You question. "Nothing, thanks for doing this for me." He says before leaving.

You made your way to the back and started getting ready to take inventory. As you were finishing making sure you had everything you needed, the bell above the door chimed. "I'll be with you in a moment." You call out from the back. "Don't rush on my account." Cassian says from the stockroom doorway. "I thought you were training with Azriel." You say, not turning to face him. "I was, but something more important came up." He says as he steps behind you. "How long will you be gone?" You ask. "I'm not going anywhere." He says. "You just said you had something more important come up, so I assumed you were going on a mission." You respond.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks gently. "Nothing, what makes you think something is wrong? I'm fine." You start to ramble. Cassian doesn't hesitate before pulling you into his arms. That one simple gesture is enough to break the dam that was holding your tears back. "I'm sorry." You manage between sobs as he holds you. "You're alright, baby. I've got you." He says as his fingers trace soothing patterns along your back. "Let it all out, baby." He says before kissing the top of your head. Your tears soak his shirt as he continues to comfort you. You gradually relax into his body as your breathing evens out.

"Let's get you home." Cassian says as he starts leading you out of the stockroom. "But I still need to work on inventory and catch up on some other paperwork." You try to argue. "It can wait. I'm taking you home and taking care of you." He says gently but leaving no room for further arguments. He patiently waits as you take the drawer from the register and lock it in the safe, waiting to count it until tomorrow. Once everything is locked up, he takes you home, carrying you the entire way.

Once inside, he gently places you on the couch before going to making you hot chocolate with caramel and chocolate drizzled over the whipped cream. He carefully hands you the mug before sitting beside you. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks softly, not wanting to upset you. "Just been having a rough few days....you know, mentally." You feel embarrassed as you say the last part, looking down at your hot chocolate. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about," he says as he gently lifts your head to look at him, "I only wish I'd realized sooner that you were struggling."

"I didn't want to burden you with it. You have enough going on already without me piling on." You comment. "Baby, you'll never be a burden to me. You're my top priority, and I want you to come to me with anything." He says before pulling you into his lap as tears line your eyes. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you cry." He says as he gently thumbs away your tears. He takes your hot chocolate from you and sits it on the table so it doesn't spill. "I've got you, baby, now and forever." He murmurs in your hair, gently rocking with you. You settle against him, seeking comfort only he can give you.

A knock pulls you from your peaceful moment. You move to answer it, but Cassian tells you he's got it. He returns moments later with two plates of food and hands you one. The delicious smell is enough to make your stomach growl. "Don't wait on me, baby." Cassian says with a smile as you take a few bites. "Who brought this?" You ask between bites. "Azriel brought it from dinner tonight. He feels kinda bad about earlier." Cassian says before eating some more. "Why does he feel bad about earlier? He didn't do anything." You say. "He feels bad he asked you to wrap the book for gwyn when you weren't having a good day. In his words, it was one more thing you didn't really need to do." Cassian says.

"Looks like I'm going to have to talk to him." You say teasingly, making Cassian smile. "You can straighten him out tomorrow when he comes in." Cassian says. "Comes in?" You ask, confused. "Yeah, him and I are going to help you get inventory done." Cassian clarifies. "You don't have to do that. I can manage." You say. "You're not getting your way on this, baby. We're helping you." Cassian says. "The two of you don't know how to inventory." You state. "No, but we can count while you fill in the paperwork." He states. "Alright, I hope you two are ready to take orders tomorrow because I'll be the one giving them." You tease. "I'll gladly take orders from you anytime." He teases with a wink as the two of you finish dinner.

#acotar #batboys #acotar fanfic #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian #cassian fluff

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Just Friends?

Eddie is your older, sexy next door neighbour. You're instantly smitten with him but with the countless women that you see leave his trailer dreamy eyed and lovestruck, you don't have a chance with him? You're just his friend right?

Warnings; Older Eddie, minors shoo, fluff, jealous Eddie. Friends to lovers, Comfort, Pet loss (anon who sent me the request to write about this, I'm sending you all the hugs and positive vibes in the world ❤️)

💌🎀❤️

Eddie Munson is your older, gorgeous neighbour and you're pretty sure he could never be interested in you. He dated beautiful women all the time, you saw when they left his trailer dreamy eyed and already hooked on him.

You'd hear the giggles and their moans every night while you sat on your patio and tried to ignore the noises, ignoring the tightness coiling in your gut and the envy you felt.

How you wished that it was you that held Eddie's attention. The two of you did talk a lot and you had been over to his for a beer quite a few times but he wasn't interested in you romantically.

He had been such a good friend to you since the two of you met. When you first moved here, about six months into your stay your sweet kitty had passed away.

She had hidden herself away in a corner of the room, wouldn't come out no matter how much you tried and it devastated you.

Eddie had seen you in tears one day and you had poured your heart out to him about Missy, he was kind and so sweet with you. For a little bit he just listened as you cried, then he pulled you into a big hug and told you everything would be okay.

"It will be okay sweetheart, I promise you. Every day the hurt will get a little bit better. You'll still miss her but she's here with you always, in your heart and in your memories" you managed to nod through tears and the words had given you hope.

Eddie helped locate Missy who had sadly passed, he was there for you as you through every step, from taking Missy to the vet, to receiving her ashes in a little wooden box that you kept on your nightstand with a picture of your sweet kitty.

Every day Eddie helped you smile even if it was just for a little while, gave you hugs when you needed them and had even drawn a portrait of Missy from one of your photos of her. Something you could remember her by.

The drawing was beside Missy's picture and her ashes and you treasured it. One small act of kindness but it had helped you heal a little bit of your heartache.

Through all of that it was then you realised you had fallen for Eddie.

Eddie who only saw you as a friend.

Eddie who pops his head around your door as you cook some dinner that night, he smiles warmly at you and it flusters you.

"Something smells good princess, can I join you?"

Fuck, he was sexy. His hair was in a bun, he just came home from work and he's in his overalls, there's a smudge of grease on his cheek that you'd love to wipe off.

You fight the urge and heap the pasta into a bowl for him, add the homemade garlic bread and some salad. He lets out a small contented sigh as he settles down and begins to eat.

"I picked a movie when I was coming home from work, want to watch it with me sweetheart?" he suggests to you and you nod. He always picked the best movies.

Once food is consumed you follow Eddie into his trailer and wonder if he had a date tonight? Wouldn't he rather be with them then hanging with you?

Then again he wouldn't have invited you if he thought that. "Don't you have a date Eddie?" You ask curiously and hope you're not prying too much.

"Nah, thought I'd rather hang out with you princess, see some friends" you nod. Of course, friends. That's all the two of you were. At least you definitely know where he stands now.

Maybe it was time for you to have some fun. You deserved to have some fun and it's not like Eddie was ever without attention from women. Maybe he would be protective if you dated someone as a friend.

You watch as Eddie laughs at a certain part of the movie, his dimples on show and his eyes lighting up. He was so perfect it hurt but if he only saw you as a friend then you'd be the best friend he ever had.

💌🎀

Due to your decision you find yourself going to a party that your friends invited you to. It wasn't often that you left the comfort of your home to go to a party nowadays but you figured if anything would help you get over Eddie it would be getting yourself out there.

You're dressed up for the first time in ages and feel really good. Eddie is relaxing with a beer and talking to his friends when you head out of your home.

He chokes on his beer a bit and it flustered you, "Do I look okay?" You ask anxiously and Eddie's big brown eyes are wide as he takes in your appearance.

"Okay" he chokes out and Steve rolls his eyes and smiles at you. "You look beautiful honey" thanking Steve you wave goodbye to Eddie and you're pretty sure his eyes are on you all the way.

💌💞

You wake in the morning with a slight hangover and the hot guy from last night just leaving the shower. His name was Jerry and he was exactly what you needed at the time, just one night where you didn't think of your god of a neighbour and who he was with.

Jerry doesn't stick around and to be honest you don't want him to. Last night was fun but you weren't looking for a repeat performance. You follow Jerry to the door, saying goodbye but startle when you see Eddie outside your door and looking pissed.

His eyes narrow as he looks at Jerry, his big brown eyes flash with something you can't place. You can't help noticing how unbelievably gorgeous he looks but then he opens his mouth and ruins everything.

"You know I couldn't sleep last night because of you and the lover boy here" you frown confused and your heart skips a beat. Was he jealous?

"Um..." You don't get to say much more because Jerry hastily makes an exit and Eddie's vicious gaze follows him.

"Pussy" he mutters and you scowl. What was wrong with him? He speaks again before you can question him and it sends annoyance pulsing through you, once you hear what he has to say.

"All night I heard you and that idiot all over each other, people do have work and shit you know" you reel back from Eddie stunned. The two of you had never traded cross words and now he was giving you shit for doing something he did most nights?

No fucking way.

"Are you serious Eddie? I hear countless women and their moans and giggles all through the night and I've never said shit about that...yet you have the gall to bitch to me when I bring a guy home?"

His pissed looks melts away just a tiny bit and you walk towards him seriously annoyed at this point, "Let me be clear Eddie. You don't get to give me shit when you've driven me nuts for weeks" he blinks startled then grins. He actually grins.

"You're beautiful when you're angry you know, I mean you're always beautiful but I like seeing you all fiery" this disarms you for a second but you soon wave it off.

"Don't you try and charm your way out of this Munson, your pretty eyes and sweet talk don't work on me" well the pretty eyes did but you wouldn't tell him that.

"I was telling the truth" he replies seriously and you hide your smile. Damn him.

"The only woman I've ever wanted to notice me was you princess" he finishes that sentence and then tugs you to him and kisses you deeply. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds before you kiss him back.

Then you pull away and shake your head. Nope, no way were you being some notch on his bedpost.

"I'm not doing this Eddie. I'm not being another woman that you just conveniently forget about after you get what you want" he looks exasperated and gently tilts your head up to look at him.

"You aren't listening to me sweetheart. I'm totally fucking crazy about you. I don't want anyone else, just you" oh.

Despite the joy you feel you can't help but be a bit frustrated. "You have a funny way of showing it Eddie" he nods and his eyes soften as he squeezes your hand.

"Didn't think you felt the same. I should have asked I know, I'm an idiot". Fuck, you thought that Eddie didn't feel the same about you. Both of you were idiots.

"Well, maybe you can make it up to me later? Your famous Mac and cheese and maybe..." You trail off and find the courage to kiss him this time. He responds eagerly, pulls away to kiss your forehead and beams.

"It's a date princess"

💞

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#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #older eddie munson

[kaisfruit]

Hi! how's your day going?

I'd like to request the ninja from Ninjago and an older sibling reader if that alright? You know just cute fluffy days with siblings.

Ninjago Older Sibling!Reader Headcanons <3

A/N; Ahhh hi!!! my day is good ty <3 tysm for this ask this is so cute 🥺🥺 i hope u dont mind hcs, but if u do feel free to ask again and i'll gladly make smthn longer :] jus thought hcs fit the vibe

warnings; none! just fluff <3

Kai and Nya

Absolutely the most chaotic sibling trio

Nya constantly getting upset with you and Kai for playing the "i'm the older sibling" card

Nya: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DIDN'T SAVE A PIECE FOR ME?

You and Kai: older siblings get cake first that's just the rule. sorry <33

But Kai gets just as upset as she does when you do it to him

You guys all love each other though so it's okay

Just the vibes of being their older sibling would be the most competitive basic sibling rivalry type stuff yk

Lloyd

Constantly doting over him

You might as well be his parental figure since MISAKO AND GARMADON WERE THE WORSTTTTT

You and Kai take turns mother henning him

You and Kai are bffs btw like. I don't make the rules. Kai is just his adoptive older brother in my head, so you two bond over caring for Lloyd

Definitely his comfort person after a long day <3

You're the one Lloyd trusts the most in his life and he isn't scared to tell you his fears because, despite any assumed sibling teasing, he knows you'll take him seriously on that regard

Jay

You guys make annoying each other a full time job

Constantly fighting over who the favorite is

Y/N: At least I help out at the junkyard!!

Jay: I'm literally out saving the world everyday!!!

*aggressive slap fight ensues*

OMG no. he's definitely the younger sibling to pull the rapid fire kick tactic

His elemental abilities go out the window when y'all fight. Just straight up, falls on his back and starts kicking up at you

All fun n games until you're able to catch one of his legs

You totally embarrass him as much as you can in front of Nya too

As Jay's older sibling, you're legally obligated to be Cole's bestie since Cole is Jay's bestie. you guys lovingly torment the lightning user together <33

Cole

The most chill sibling duo to ever exist

you both didn't appreciate Lou's insistence of the singing and dancing shit so y'all just decided to be ride or dies for life

much like cole, you get along so well with the rest of the ninja

idrk what to say here

nvm i do

You guys play video games with each other and you are infinitely salty at the fact that your younger brother is better than you at most video games

like wtf? isn't it supposed to be a god given right for all older siblings to be better at video games???? the FSM screwed you!!!

but you've never let him live down the one time he lost to you at super smash bros

you have refused to play with him since

Zane

See, idk if you'd be his ACTUAL sibling yk since he's a robot? maybe more like you were supposed to be a protege to dr. julien, but decided to just be a 4 lyfer with zane after his passing

you've helped zane understand human culture so much and he's real appreciative of your existence

the ninja absolutely fucking ADORE when you're around because what's better than one zane? TWO ZANES !!!

well, obviously you're your own person but! i could see zane adopting a lot of your mannerisms so you two end up being very similar

quality time is y'alls bread and butter

working around each other perfectly as y'all both cook in the kitchen

words never need to be shared between the two of you. just hanging around the other is enough yk? like y'all are bonding just by existing near each other and it is magical

ANOTHER A/N; i tried my best to highlight reader being the older sibling but </3 idk if i did it that well. i saw "sibling fluff" and RAN!! im willing to do a pt 2 or like a one shot or anything with a prompt similar to this !! im the youngest sibling myself tho so idk if i can properly portray being an older sibling (only in a mean light. yk like greg heffley and rodrick. do NOT recommend having older siblings y'all /j)

#ninjago headcanons #ninjago #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #zane julien #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #lego ninjago #reader insert #gender neutral reader #sibling reader #ninjago x reader

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny!! Can we please get more Lo:Yoongi and OC? Like maybe her transition into being Queen/ or him courting her.

Him courting her is so cute honestly haha

All the workers at the palace are talking about you.

Mostly, because ever since the King had chosen you, he himself has been slowly changing. And while a lot of people were worried he might become weak after what happened during the fight with Jungkook, it's clear now that that's not the case at all.

He's just a lot calmer now, having realized that he has now a person he can find some quiet company in.

You don't expect anything from him at all- you cared for him when he was injured with hands so gentle, and you're always understanding of his rough tone and even rougher ways of handling the palace and it's daily tasks. Even though your kind despises violence, you accept that his does not, and actively uses it to solve their issues.

Yoongi, at the end of the day, is a king who earned his crown through bloodshed and death. And one day, his own will be taken the same way.

But until then, he will let himself enjoy those tender moments you're gifting him- just like today, as he has his head in your lap, both of you sitting outside in the palace gardens, birds flying overhead across the skies while the fountain runs a few meters away from you. He's rarely ever felt this calm before, your hand on his shoulder, while you let him rest for once.

Yoongi has never wanted his spot.

With his father forcefully challenging him when he was just about old enough to be considered somewhat of a man, he had no choice but to see it through- killing his father that day, cries of his mother forever edged into his mind. He doesn't know where she is today- most likely passed away already, though even if not, he'd never be able to see her again.

The partners of Kings who lost their crowns are exiled, after all.

"I'd like to offer you something." Yoongi says, eyes still closed as he speaks.

"..huh?" You wonder, unsure what he means. "Like a present?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yes. A gift." He clarifies. "I have yet to properly court you."

"Oh that's not.. that's not necessary at all." You giggle. "I'll stay with you either way, for as long as you'll want me." You tell him, and at that, his eyes open.

"I know." He responds. "But you live here now, amongst my people. And it is my people's way to properly court a partner." He explains.

"Alright, I'll accept it then." You agree, and he quiets down at that, before he moves, face turning to look up at you.

"What would you like?" He asks. "I just.. realized I do not know what you.. like, and what not." He explains, eyes moving away from yours in thought. "I should most likely.. have more conversations with you.." He mumbles to himself.

"I mean, we're talking right now?" You say, and at that, he looks at you again, before he moves to sit up next to you, seemingly searching for something in your face.

"We should.. talk more often." He says. "I enjoy talking to you."

"Me too." You say, smiling at him. "Oh, you have a petal there-" You say, moving closer to blow a stray petal from the blooming trees off of his hair- and when you move back to tell him it's gone, you're met with his eyes wide open, staring at you. "-uh.. did I do something wrong?" You ask, unsure, your words making him snap out of whatever trance he was just in.

"Are you trying to play with me?" He challenged, eyes narrowing as they stare you down.

"I- no? I just blew the petal off-" You explain yourself, when he cuts you off.

"I know that humans show affection by kissing their partners." He tells you, and at that, you realize what he probably thought you were leaning in for.

"Oh- Oh, no, I wouldn't-" You start, and his head tilts to the side at that.

"You wouldn't kiss me?" He asks, amused by the way you seem to get shy now.

"No! I would but-" You continue, and suddenly, you can make out the hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Then what is speaking against it right now?" He asks. "We are partners. I believe that this gesture is more than appropriate right now." He tells you, before he leans in now, coming closer to you. "Or maybe that could be my.. gift to you?" He proposes, and you swallow thickly, thinking about it.

You do like him. And he's right- nothing speaks against it.

"I think.. it could definitely be considered.. a gift of sorts." You say, and he smiles a little more now.

"Well then?" He says. "I need an appropriate.. demonstration." He tells you, and at that, you gather all your courage, and move forward to just peck his lips-

but he makes it clear right away, that a quick little peck was not what he was looking for.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagines #yoongi x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Bullied yan x delinquent reader who beats up their bullies once (probably because they were in the readers spot or getting in their way) know bullied yan clings to the reader and treats them like a god and basically willingly becomes their slave and the reader just looks at them with disgust and slight concern.

Bullied yan: I’ll kill them all if you told me to

Delinquent reader: that’s fucking stupid- you’d be throwing your life your away by murdering someone or anyone for no reason other than “somebody told me too”, don’t waste your life like that

Bullied: Y-You care about my life

Delinquent reader: NO! Fuck off

[light violence, excessive language]

"Alright, idiots. Since you chucklefucks clearly forgot how things run around here while I was away - I'd say it's time for another lesson. Line up and spread 'em."

Trembling in fear, your fellow delinquents part their fingers wide as they place their hands palms down on the gravel - breathing quickened as your looming shadow towers over their battered forms. Whistling along, you step over their hands in a leisurely stride - twisting your heels into the backs of their hands and crushing their fingers raw. You stare down every one of your victims - drawing your foot back to plant it square in the chest of the bully who immediately retracts their hands at you step off their hand. Yanking them forward by the collar as they reel, you crack them hard upside their head as you his.

"Did I fucking say you could move, bitch? I should break every god damn bone in your body for the shit you've been pulling lately, but I'm not trying to get expelled. "

The bully covers their face, shrinking as you ball your fist. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We thought you were going to be out for the rest of the week. Please don't hurt me.."

What's happening...? The bullies who made their few short weeks in town a living hell - cowering as if they were cut from the same cloth. How-

Thomas had never been the most liked by their peers. Nish interests and their weak frame made them a prime target for bullying. Their parents already had the car packed at the first sign of trouble and off to the next district to try again instead of taking the easy route and letting them in their high school years at home. They tried harder to fit in this time. Blended with the crowd, stuck to themself and their books. In such a short time their family had found stable jobs and made friends with their neighbors. They didn't want to take that away from them, even at the expense of their own happiness away well being.

The bullies here were a different breed. All it took was mistaking one of their bags as their own for everything to crumble around Thomas. The next day they found glass in their locker, accusing words etched into their desk. They were hounded for the money from their part-time job and beaten when they refused to comply. What made matters worse was there were rumors of someone worse than them on suspension after assaulting another student in the parking lot. This was hell, and if they had to deal with another bully they likely wouldn't survive. All they wanted was for someone - anyone to rescue them from this nightmare.

"I've told you time and time again that the bleachers are my territory. You dumbasses think you're sneaky, but you always leave cigarettes and other filth behind. I want you to clean your shit up - and get the fuck off my property."

You look back at Thomas like a beast to prey. "And I want you to return everything you stole from that guy. I let you off the hook easy one to many times. On second thought, gimme me that."

You tear the watch off leader's wrist and throw it at them as you walk pass. "Pawn it. Should be worth almost as much as they took."

Thomas misses the catch, scrambling to their feet to pick up the watch. "T....thank you?"

You scoff. "Don't thank me. Those morons never learn and needed an explanation of what happens when you mess with my shit. Stay away from me or you'll end up just like them."

You push past them as you walk off. Thomas would later come to find you were the student spoken of in rumors and the guy you nearly put in the hospital had tried to fight you the authority you never sought to claim. Many saw you as another target for your reserved nature until you put them in their place with your fist. You were almost alike in that regard. Challenged by peers for your differences. Unlike Thomas, you had the courage to hold your ground and knock someone down if needed. It was aw inspiring. It was enchanting. Maybe you were more alike than they'd originally thought. Thomas had always longed for companionship and maybe deep down you wanted the same. Partners in this cruel, fucked up world.

The next day, Thomas waits outside for you to show. You arrive almost thirty minutes late making it the first day they've ever been late for class, but they were fully prepared to shed their old self to make room for whatever you wanted them to be. They run up to you, digging through their bag as they call out.

"Ah - Y/n! Wait!"

You turn, annoyance clear as day. "Yea?..."

Thomas laughs, oddly giddy at the aggression in your tone. "So that is your name... I, uh - have a present for you. My mom goes hunting in the fall and really wants me to come with her. She gave me this as an early gift and I thought you'd be better with it."

Raising a brow, your curiosity plummets as the sheath of the item Thomas drew comes into view. A hunting knife, roughly sixteen inches in length and engraved with their initials. It felt almost romantic to give something with their name to you. Your eyes shoot around the open hall; shoving their hands and the knife back into their bag as your voice drops to a venom posed whisper.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Thomas giggles hysterically. They never wanted to wash their hands again. "Y-you're touching me...."

"Why did you bring that here? Are you trying to get us both kicked out or arrested?"

"I-I just wanted to give you something to help you out if you get into trouble again. You said it yourself that they never learn. There's no better lesson than slitting someone's throat, right? If you're worried about getting caught you don't have to be. I'll take care of everything - and even if we do get caught I'll take the blame."

You let them go, wiping your hands on your shirt as your face scrunched in disgust. "You're stupider than you look. Stay the fuck away from me freak - and don't throw your life away over dumb shit like someone knocking you around.

Thomas sighs as you storm off. They feel as though they should be upset, but even in threat it almost sounds like you're just looking out for them in your own, special way. This move really had been a change - for the better.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere drabble

[ellaa-writes]

The Beast Within

author note: part 6, series list here. I did not think I'd be publishing this. I really thought I was going to abandon this series but I got a spark of inspo, thank god! Finally! So I hope everyone enjoys and also hope no one forgot about this series. Thank you for 400 followers and sorry I haven't been publishing anything. Writers block has been kicking my ass.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. Mean König. Lots of Angst. World building and character development. Not proof read. Apex König, Omega Reader. Omega/Alpha dynamics.

Sitting in his leather chair, thick thighs stretched out, elbows leaning on the arm of the chair. The soft glow of the laptop, the only light in the dark room, he was focusing on the faces in front of him. Watching on as one of his associates talked about the latest shipment of weapons, about some heat in the east, but König wasn't concerned, not yet anyways.

He tried focusing on their words but his mind kept drifting off to you. Still nude and curled up in your shared bed, your heat had passed so you packed up the soft blanket and furs into the closet. Still nagging him out how you needed your job, loved it even. But the only thing you should be loving is him and your hopefully soon to be off spring.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice his name being called. So far gone, lost in the maze of his mind. Only resurfacing when Simon cleared his throat. Fixing his posture he returned his focus to the screen again.

"Repeat." he said guttural, eyes shift to the shadow in the corner, sometimes he forgets the man is even there. The exact reason he has him around, besides his obvious loyalty and skills. "How do you plan on dealing with the problem." the voice rang through the computer.

Hmm, he thought to himself. It is best if he got ahead of the problem. "I'll have to see for myself." König answered. Looking to the ghost in the shadows, watching his head shake in agreement. The men on screen humming in approval.

A soft knock to the office door followed, König tensing. He quickly excused himself and closed the tab to the meeting. Silently demanding Simon to stay. Keep out of sight, he doesn't want to scare his delicate little flower.

You stood before the locked door, shifting back and forth on your feet. Sleep still heavy in your eyes, you woke cold and alone. After failing trying to find your heat source you got up from the bed finding yourself alone. Wandering the dark and quiet home, even with your minor adjustments this place still felt stiff and off. Similar to a hospital or doctor's office.

You can hear the hushed murmurs from behind the dark solid door. See the light from under disappearing before its being cautiously opened. Revealing your big Alpha looking down at you, his eyes soft.

"What are you doing up love." his voice rumbled out. Filling you up from your ears to your toes, wrapping you in a warm blanket. "I got cold, and you were gone." you told him. Trying to peak around him into the office you were not allowed in. "Why are you up?" you asked. It was a quarter to 2 in the morning. And it being a weekend you thought you'd have more time with König.

You soon learned he was a busy man, finding yourself alone most of the days. Not being allowed to leave the penthouse unless you got permission first which resulted in a lot of shouting matches at the guards on the door. You weren't ashamed to get nasty, teeth and claws bared. Demanding them to let you through or you'll have their balls. But they never heeded or backed down. Only answering to their Alpha, same as your own.

"Go back to bed little one. I'll be their soon." König brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. But you flinched away at his touch, upset at his words. "I don't want to, what are you doing so late. What's more important than me." you demanded from him. Trying to push your way past his strong build but failing.

Sighing in annoyance König guided your bodies out into the hallway and towards the main living area. He usually finds your attitude amusing but not in front of others. It makes him feel weak and on edge. Always having to prove his dominance his whole life.

"Stop it now." he growled, trying to control your now flailing body.

"Why do you always shut me out." you yelled at him. Your own annoyance and frustration shining through.

"Not now." he demanded. Puffing up his chest and lowering his voice. He knew you hated when he did it, usually causing you too heed and whimper. He knew it would only upset you further later but right now wasn't the time for this.

Knowing Simon was just down the hall, listening to what was going on. He never says anything but he can feel it. He knew if he let the leash go he'd have better control over you. He found it easy having someone else train his pups. Simon being the best, but König is also a jealous and heartless man. Not wanting another, specially another Alpha, break down his omega.

Konig knew he's being to soft with you, but if he was harsh and hard as the others. He wouldn't be able to live with himself, knowing you hate him. Knowing that he only views you as a toy and breeding machine.

You drop to your knees in defeat, neck exposed to your Alpha. A silent tear rolling down your cheek. But the anger kept building in your stomach, rotten and putrid.

It could be worse

Said the voice in the back of your mind, and you knew it was true. Your whole situation could be a lot worse. So you accepted defeat for now.

König pulled you up and rushed you towards the bedroom door. But you broke from him before reaching it, slamming the damn thing in his face for the 3rd time.

Leaving you to stew, he'll have to make amends later. Maybe another book, or the pair of shoes you were going on about before.

Returning to his office, noticing Simon took the liberty to get everything set up for the next step. Pushing you to the back of his mind has he needs all the focus he can get. He's preparing for a war, blood, guts and a lot of bullets. Always ready to strike first and ask questions later. The only reason why he survived as long as he has. Now it's not only him he's protecting, but you and the future.

König never came back to bed, once you woke hours later. The sun high in the sky, and the bustle of the city life on the streets below. Your heart sank a little, it felt like you were living on the sidelines of someone else's life. Only existing has an extension of someone, not having say over your life. You were stir crazy, getting cabin fever. You needed anything to do. Sitting out on the patios soaking up the sun wasn't doing it for you anymore. You were itching for more.

You went about your morning routine, something you developed after living with König for some time. Picking out your outfit, something fancy from the closet. Matching shoes and jewelry. You still did it all knowing you won't be stepping out of the home. If your lucky you might see one or two other living souls besides your reflection and König.

It was hard complaining about your situation. Everyone at your office thinking you gone off and married a rich business man. Living the high life, not needing to socialize with the lower working class anymore. And they aren't entirely wrong, just a week ago you convinced you boss to let you do some work from home. After forging König signature on a few documents, you were able to secure minimal work.

Setting up your station in the living room, at the make shift desk facing the big floor to ceiling windows. You set up your laptop gifted from König. Setting a notepad and pen next to you. It wasn't much but it served its purpose.

It was well into the evening when you wrapped up your work. If you were in the office the others would tease you for being slow. Always to the first to start and last to finish. But you prided yourself on your work, being slow and thorough made you the best.

Cleaning up your mess you moved to get ready for the night. Usually by now König would be home, but still no sign of life. At noon your checked to see if the goons were still at their door and they were.

Washing the day away you pulled on your favorite nightgown and slippers. Deciding on a frozen pizza and a can of diet Coke. Cuddling into your heated blanket on the big wrap around couch, watching your favorite shows.

You woke a few hours later, still on thr couch. The house casted in the moonlight, the tv long turned off. You abandoned your spot in search of your Alpha. Upset he didn't wake you or come see you when he got home. The possibility that he is truly mad at you this time.

Not finding him in your shared bedroom you made your way to the office. Not hearing anything from behind the door you knocked anyways. But nothing, you were completely alone.

Where was he?

Is he mad at you?

Why hasn't he come home yet?

Did he leave?

Is he hurt?

All these thoughts came rushing to you, your omega began whining in destress. Opening the front door, and immediately being greeted with one of König's men.

"Back inside miss." he rumbled out. "Where is he?" you asked back. Pushing yourself past the door frame. "Working, now back inside." you were told again. The man began backing you up into the apartment more, closing the door in your face once you were safe and sound inside.

Bastard.

You paced back and forth in the living room. Having called König a total of 16 times in a row. Leaving a voicemail each time, and leaving a text message after each call.

Where are you?

I'm sorry!

Please come home!

Please answer me!

You are scaring me!

What's wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

You couldn't stop your hands from trembling and from the tears spilling. Soaking your expensive blanket. Curling up around yourself as you wept yourself back to sleep. Saying a silent pray for König's safety and for him to call you back.

König watched has the last next message displayed on his screen.

Did I do something wrong?

A piece of him shattered inside, but he buried it down. Not letting it hinder the mission at hand. He needed to teach you a lesson but he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself. But it's what needs to be done.

Shoving the damn phone back into his pocket he focused his attention back to the scene in front of him. Watching the show unfold, it was quiet boring. Never been a fan of the opera, mundane and boring. But he isn't here for the show, no he's here for the man two seats beside him, the private booths giving just enough shelter but still allowing him to keep eyes on the man. Vladimir Makarov, some Russian bastard stirring shit up.

Causing trouble for not only König but a few of the other powerful men he aligns himself with.

Studying the Alpha to see if he needs to be put down or tamed. A smirk forming on König's face thinking about thr fight. The Beast already barking and snarling just under his skin. Ready for just the smallest taste of blood.

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[kayhi808]

They Met in Delacroix - Part 2

Life works in mysterious ways. You followed some loser thousands of miles across the country only to be dumped and left with nothing & no one. This was not the life you envisioned for yourself. Tonight you're in the arms of the Winter Soldier, flirting and dancing under the stars of a cloudless Louisiana sky. Who would have predicted this? Not you.

You've never had this much fun. Laughed this hard. Or felt so welcome & included as you did today with Sarah & her family. And Bucky. You finally had to throw in the towel & pull Bucky off the dancefloor. "I can't remember when I've had this much fun," grabbing a bottle of water & taking a long drink, "Or danced this much! You're a very good dancer, Sargeant Barnes."

Leaning in, "it helps when i have the best partner."

"Smooth," you laugh.

"You like that?"

"No," you dead pan. His smile slides off his face & replaced by his scowl, which makes you laugh harder. "No, you made me feel like Cinderella. It's like I've run away to the ball."

"Did I, princess?"

You smile & nod, "But...I really need to go or else I'll turn into a pumpkin."

"What? Why? It's still early!"

"I've got an hour drive back home & I work a breakfast shift tomorrow."

Groaning, "Okkayyy." You laugh at him & he smiles. He unlocks & hands you his phone. "So you don't have to leave me your shoe." You gladly enter your number, already hoping he'll contact you.

You say your farewell to Sarah & the family and Bucky walks you to your truck. A bunch of cars have left, so you'll be able to maneuver your truck out of there. Buck open your door for you & gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Drive safe & let me know you got home ok." He shoots off a quick text & you hear the chime from your bag. "That's me."

"G'night Bucky."

******

The days pass & you and Bucky start texting each other. The notifications from your phone puts a smile on your face knowing it's Bucky.

Wednesday morning comes around and you help set up the restaurant for the day, since you have the morning shifts. You're still new, so you get stuck with the day shifts & not the very lucrative evenings. You'll get there. You can't really complain, it's for a high end restaurant, so daytime tips are better than a lot of places. You look up and find Sarah making her usual delivery, but Bucky trails in behind her carrying the coolers. He gives you a wink as he navigates the kitchen. You smile, but hurry back out into the dining room to get out of their way & to try & get control of your emotions. He's just too handsome. You distract yourself by wiping down the tables before opening, when Bucky walks over.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I was wondering if you'd be working this morning."

You nod, "I usually work breakfast/lunch shifts."

Bucky nods, 'Nice."

"Yeah."

Sarah hurries out of the kitchen, already having completed her transaction. "If you're going to ask her out, hurry up! We still have 3 more deliveries to make. Move it!" She smiles & sticks her tongue out at you as she passes, jogging outside to prep for the next delivery.

Bucky throws his hands up in the air, "Come on!" He looks back at you & his cheeks are tinged pink. He gives you a crooked smile. "So about that," rubbing the back of his neck with his Vibranium hand.

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

Bucky laughs, placing his hands on his hips, "That wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. You'd want to go out with me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Ok, great. I'll call you later & we can work out the details."

Sarah leans on her horn, "BARNES!!"

"For the love of God!" He glares out at Sarah in her truck while you laugh. He turns back to you, "I gotta go." He leans in to kiss your cheek, "I'll call you later, princess." He dashes outside & you can see Sarah heckling him.

*****

It was decided that Bucky would drive up to New Orleans. There wasn't much to do in Delacroix besides fishing. You didn't live in the nicest neighborhood. When your ex broke up with you, you were left with literally nothing. You lived at his place, he supported you. You had to use up all your savings to secure a deposit & first months rent for this little studio walk-up and your used truck. You especially didn't want Bucky to see how & where you lived. It was embarrassing.

You threw your denim jacket over your yellow floral sundress & headed out to meet Bucky. You agreed to meet for lunch in Jackson Square at The Gumbo Shop.

As you cross the street to the cafe, you already see Bucky leaning against the side of the building. He's early. He gives you a single wave & straightens up as you run up to meet him. "I'm sorry! I hope you weren't waiting long."

"No, I was early. You're fine." He holds you at arm's length, "Don't you look like a ray of sunshine."

Looking down at your dress, "Too bright."

"You look stunning." He grabs your hand & leads you inside.

*****

Bucky is so attentive all through lunch. He has a way of getting you talking about yourself, and you end up telling your story. "So, this guy leaves you with nothing? Doesn't even offer to help you get back home?"

"It's not like we were married, I couldn't demand 'half'." Shaking your head, "I didn't really have much back in California. I don't have family. It was cheaper to stay here & make things work." You can feel the anger rolling off Bucky in waves. Reaching across the table you grab his hand. He notices you don't even flinch that its his Vibranium hand. "You're very sweet to be outraged on my behalf."

"That's not how you treat someone. Especially someone who uprooted their life to follow you across the country. Things don't work out, I get it, but still."

"Lesson learned, right?" trying to make light of the situation. "Besides, if I didn't get stranded, would we be having the best gumbo EVER?" Bucky is still glaring. "Or would I have gotten to play Cinderella & dance under the stars with an Avenger?" That brings a blush and a small laugh out of him. You shrug and laugh, "It may have been worth it. I'd do it again."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." He said it with so much sincerity, it almost makes you cry.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"C'mon, lets get outta here." Bucky pulls you out of your chair to wrap his arms around you, and dropping a kiss at your temple.

You spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around the Sculpture Gardens by the museum eating gelato & talking about everything under the sun.

As you were curled up in bed that night, texting Bucky good night, you go over the events of the day & it was truly the best date you'd ever been on. Maybe after experiencing such turmoil with your ex, you deserved this little bit of happiness. You realized you were speaking the truth earlier. You'd go through all that again knowing you'll have this time with Bucky to enjoy.

@mcira

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fluff

[cerastes]

As someone who hasn't touched it yet- how does IS4 stack up? How's first impressions been?

Ok, let me give my thoughts on IS4, now that it's been a week!

TL;DR -> This Rocks, I love it.

IS4 is far, far more polished than IS3. I feel a bit bad blasting and slamming IS3 so much, but the bottom line with it is that it's just very very flawed in ways that really make it hard to revisit it in the same way IS2 is always a fun romp.

If I had to point out flaws with IS4, it'd be that, on a personal level, I wish it had a few more Normal Arknights Maps. The vast majority of maps in IS4 are pranks and checks of some sort. This isn't necessarily a negative, but I do like playing some Tower Defense more frequently than what IS4 allows, since it's always got me worried about "oh god my team lacks X, Floor Y's Map Z checks X, if I get it, I'll D I E " so I try to go for my super tried and true team instead of daring to experiment all that much. This will eventually pass, but it's been a Thing for me.

Besides that, though? I just have a lot of good things to say about it. The systems feel like they were thought out this time: The Fordartals (sp?) system allows for a lot of player expression, agency, and just in general fun in a way the Light system of IS3 can simply never hope to compare to. About the only thing the Light system did right was the way it worked thematically: If you wish to confront The Corrupting Heart, you really, really gotta go in the dark, and for the best possible chance against, Izumik, Mizuki must find the Light again and be filled with hope. Yeah ok sure, thematically, these work, but the gameplay component sucks ass, because Light exists almost exclusively as a form of punishment and in basically no way as something you can use. It opens some roads, sure, but that Rogue Trader and Wish Fulfilled node are not worth having 9 out of you 11 Operators with Metastatic. Speaking of Metastatic, the single worst thing Arknights has done, even if you are maxed out on Collapse in IS4 and are packing four fully upgraded maluses, THAT STILL DOESN'T COMPARE to how bad Metastatic was. Let that sink in.

The endings are no longer RNG! Absolutely wonderful!

Eik is the first IS 2nd Boss I can say I think is good! Frozen Monstrosity was just annoying, Big Sad Lock is incredibly static, and The Last Knight, in my opinion, is the single worst and most boring boss in the entire game, not even just the game mode. Eik is like if The Last Knight didn't suck: Same principle, but done in a way that is actually not snooze-inducing. Mind you, the principle of the fight is still not something I enjoy, but unlike The Last Knight, that's wholly a me thing, as opposed to being an objectively awful and boring fight (like The Last Knight, the worst and most boring boss in Arknights).

Even though I said I'd like some more normal maps, the maps are good, to be honest! I can't think of any Fire and Water Unions or Out of Controls.

IS4 is the Smash of Arknights: (Almost) Everyone Is Here! Brush up on your gimmicks from various events, because they WILL appear.

The Midboss philosophy in IS4 is lovely, in my opinion: It's low HP bosses who can quickly fuck you up in their own way, be it stun, immense conditional damage, or simply supporting their team so well that you get overwhelmed. The Variant stages for the bosses are entire new maps, so that's also cool.

Collapsal enemies are congruent with the map design: Collapsals can be very quick, with a caveat: Normal Collapsal mobs speed up after they get hit, Casters speed up after not attacking for a bit, Aerials are fast but always have many loops and never directly go to the point until after a while. Shattered Champions are the exception, and they can either loop a while or just go straight for the jugular, making them apt Elite units for the faction.

There's much more I could say more concisely, but really, just try the game mode, get your ass kicked a bit, learn it, and then you'll see how coherent the design of IS4 is in terms of systems, maps, enemies, and features. Sorry, IS3, but you got your ass absolutely kicked like I did on my Waves 15 runs when you'd give my 2 main DPS units Metastatic on Floor 5.

#arknights #bricelar

[xyouami]

PROLOUGE ::

*ILLUSTRATION MADE BY XYOUAMI!! (me :cute:)*

"I've known you more than anyone. Your parents, your grandparents, your friends, it doesn't matter. No matter how long I'll do this, l'll do it until you'll be able to rest."

★ SYNOPSIS : in which case, your life has been happy and cheerful ever since. Nothing stopped in your way, and you cherished it. Wanting to keep continuing your dreams and wishes as is. But that stops immediately after a death that'll stop time for you—but not him. Scaramouche, your best friend.

THEMES/WARNINGS : Angst, Fluff, gore, murder, strong language, suicide, characters dying, reincarnation, hint of romance, slow burn, modern time, corny as shit, GN reader, reader is energetic social butterfly bc it adds contrast to the story PLSS,

(TUMBLR POST WILL CONTAIN CHANGES, WATTPAD WILL HAVE FULL ORIGINAL. Also basically a shoujo manga type in the Prolouge, watch out ☠️ (Reason for this: my wattpad writing is absolute shit so tumblr masterlist is better)

"Hey, Scaramouche!" Y/n called out.

"What took you so long?" Scaramocuhe scoffed. "I'm sorry, Hu Tao was taking too long." As Y/n said that, Hu Tao jumped on Y/n's back.

"Hey, hey!" Hu Tao giggled.

"You slept in! Did you at least eat some breakfast I made?"

"Yeah, it was really, really good!" Hu Tao said.

"What did you like? I'd love it if I were to pack some for you." Y/n smiled warmly at Hu Tao. Hu Tao was living with Y/n's family due to her not having a home yet. Hu Tao's caretaker, Zhongli, is out for a business trip. So until then, for the rest of high school, she will have to live with Y/n.

"Where's Yanfei?" Y/n asked.

"She's sick today, so she can't come to school. She has such a high fever! I'm worried." Hu Tao moped.

"Cmon, she'll be fine in a few weeks. It takes a while for her to get well whenever she gets sick, right?"

"Yeah, but what makes me even more worried is that she has a fever. This rarely happens."

"Cmon, let's go already. Do you guys have your tickets?" Scaramouche asked.

"Yep!" Hu Tao held out her ticket.

"Mhm." Y/n held out theirs, too.

"Alright, let's go." When Scaramouche said that, the doors of the train opened.

"Let's go, let's go!" Hu Tao said happily.

The train wasn't really busy at this time of day since it was still the morning.

"How's Kazuha?" Y/n asked Scaramouche.

"He's doing okay. Why ask?"

"I heard recently, his close friend got murdered."

"Ah, I know. That was years ago, though."

"4 years is really short, you know?" Y/n said in a quietly soft tone, sounding tired yet full of hope.

"But yeah, he's okay."

"I've heard he's made a new friend already, his name is Shikanoin Heizou... right..?" Y/n looked at Scaramouche.

"Yeah." Scaramouche looked blankly at Y/n. Y/n's eyes were always shining no matter how sad they could be.

"Hey, Y/n you down for karaoke?" Hu Tao giggled.

"Hm.. tonight?"

"Yeah! I've got coupons! You could invite your friends!"

"Oh, I'm so down!" Y/n said brightly.

Scaramouche looked at the back of Y/n's head as they talked to Hu Tao. 'How could I ever have them as a friend? Tch, I've known them since 7th grade. And now we're in sophomore year. They're a bother, but at least I have something to tell Nahida when i get home.' Scaramouche thought.

"Hey Scaramouche! Are you down for karaoke tonight?" Hu Tao asked.

"Can't, I've got tutoring.

"Oh yeah, I remember you've got tutoring every Tuesday and Thursday." Y/n said with a deadpanned face, followed along with a small smile.

"I've told you that like 7 months ago!" Scaramouche said."

"Just admit it, I'm better than you." Y/n smirked.

"Shut up." Scaramouche flicked Y/n's forehead.

"Ow! At least be grateful! Without me, you could've never passed those tests!" Y/n said angrily.

Hu Tao laughed. 'Wow, cuties in a pod.' Hu Tao smirked.

————

Y/n looked at their phone. "9:48 am... we'll get there by 10:02 am and classes start at 10:49 am." Y/n muttered.

"You sure keep track of time a lot.

"That's because I wanna be on time every day." Has anybody seen Y/n late to class? Nope. It's not such a thing.

"Little ol perfecto." Scaramouhe bonked his hand on Y/n's head.

"Hey, can you stop?"

"Make me."

Y/n did a slow turn to Scaramouche. He immediately drew his hand back to himself and moved his gaze to the window across from them. Y/n and Hu Tao were listening to music through their earbuds and humming playfully to a song.

Hu Tao and Y/n chatted as Scaramouche dazed himself out. "Were almost here." Y/n took out theirs and their earbud in Hu Tao's ear.

"Hey, the song wasn't even finished!"

"Were almost here, cmon." Y/n nudged Hu Tao's bag gently.

Y/n put their phone and earbuds in their school bag and picked it up from the ground.

"Scara." Y/n muttered. They gently nudged his arm to bring him back to his zoning out dreamland.

"Uh, yeah, right." He got up with his bag as they left the train station. Just a couple minutes of walking.

"How much again?" Hu Tao put a hand to her chin with a playful grin.

"2 minutes." Y/n replied.

"Ganyu on watch out duty again?" Hu Tao asked. It was eerily quiet.. but it was comforting?

"Yeah." Before even Y/n could answer, he did it for them.

Scara, Hu Tao, and Y/n made it to the school gates as small amounts of students were going towards the school. Hu Tao exhaled.

"Can't believe Tevyat High is possibly the most ghetto but expensive school in the city." Hu Tao yawned.

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Ganyu!" Y/n waved.

"Oh? Hello!"

"Is Layla in the library with Kaveh?"

"Yep. Just go in there and look for them. They should be at table two. But how are you guys doing? I haven't seen you guys in forever." Ganyu smiled.

"I'm doing well." Y/n said.

"I'm doing great! I'm a little tired, though." Hu Tao said. Ganyu gave Hu tao a nod.

"Hello, Scaramouche. How are your studies?"

"I don't study." Scara said blankly.

"Oh, well. You should study. It's a good habit to develop." Scaramouche just looked at Ganyu with a deadpanned face.

"Me and Scara will be going now. Bye Ganyu, bye Hu Tao!" Y/n waved to them goodbye.

"Byebye!" Hu Tao waved. Ganyu did a small wave goodbye as Y/n caught up with Scaramouche.

Y/n exhaled.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just tiring trying to keep my energy up, I didn't sleep much last night. I had a bad feeling something was going to happen today."

"What? That you gotta study for the test tomorrow?"

"I think so..." Y/n moped.

"It's fine, N/n."

"Hey, you used my nickname!" Y/n pointed out.

"Yeah? So what?"

"I've never heard you in my life say that!" Y/n beamed with light.

"Tch." Scaramouche scoffed. Scaramouche listened to Y/n ramble until they got to their classroom. They saw Thoma and Yoimiya talking.

"Hey Thoma! Hey Yoimiya!" Y/n waved.

"Hey, hey! Tell Hu Tao I said hi, and whats up?"

"Hm? Where's Ayaka? She's usually here with you guys." Y/n said.

"She's off heading errands for Mr. Ginger."

"You mean Tartaglia?" Thoma said.

Scaramouche looked at Y/n. Scaramouche.. felt wrong. He felt everything was about to go wrong. And he felt like his intuition was right.

"Scaraaaaa." Y/n waved in Scaramouche's face.

"Hm? What?"

"You were spacing out."

"Uh, yeah." Scaramouche replied in a sarcastic voice and turned his head away.

"Is that just all you say?"

"I don't know."

"Dude, get your shit together." Y/n giggled. Y/n sat at their sear while Scaramouche pulled up a chair and sat in front of them.

"Anyway, let me tell you something..." Y/n rambled and rambled on and on for 10 minutes straight to Scaramouche. He listened and didn't say a single word. Y/n didn't care if he was listening or not. They just kept on going.

"Y/n." Scaramouche cut them off mid sentence.

"Hm? Yeah?" Y/n smiled at Scaramouche.

"Do you... like anyone?"

"Ouuh!! Nows the time I tell you!"

"So you do?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Who is it?" Scaramouche asked plainly. He raised an eyebrow

"Hmm... when I was in 8th grade, and a freshman, I used to have a crush on... Kazuha!" Y/n whispered.

Scaramouches heart stopped.

"Do you still like him?"

"Well... I'd guess I'd say yeah. He's a nice guy, and he's really cool. He's generous, smart, pretty, kind to everyone, and he's calm and collected." Y/n paused and their smile faded. They looked to the window of the outside to their right.

"Although..." Y/n stared at the window with bright spring leaves falling down.

"He's just too good for me. I mean, we're best friends and everything, but I have you. Even if I do get with Kazuha, you will forever be my best friend." Y/n said.

"What about Hu Tao?"

"She's a good friend too. But I've only known her since 8th grade. You, on the other hand. I've never had a closer friend than you. All of my childhood friends dropped me because I wasn't my best and that I wasn't just a good friend in general. You've probably been the friend I've had longest."

Scaramouche thought about that, drowning in his thoughts again. Until the teacher clapped his hands to get back in their seats. He immediately drew his seat back.

-------

Hu Tao yawned as she packed her bags.

"Cmon, let's hurry and go to karaoke!" Yoimiya excitingly said, as Ayaka came up.

"Hello! Mind if I join? My brother said it would be alright."

"Yes, of course!" Yoimiya said to Ayaka.

"You coming?" Y/n looked at Scaramouche.

"Yeah, Mrs. Miko said Xingqiu would take cover for my tutoring."

"Ah! That's wonderful! Get more people!"

"I have ten coupons! I have plenty." Hu Tao smug face.

"Woah! Now I know who to exactly bring." Yoimiya said.(

Sorry if there's so many timeskips I'm just lazy ok (　'⊇｀)

—— at karaoke bc I'm a lazy ass mf

"So how do you work this thing?" Heizou asked, he inspected the device and scrolled down endless songs to count.

"Okay, so first, this is the search bar to look for songs if you wanna sing. Here is the queue of songs people are going to sing..." Y/n rambled how to work the karaoke device and microphone to Heizou who was a newbie.

"Oh, thanks a bunch!" Heizou said.

"No problem!" Ayaka sang a song, and of course, everyone in the room clapped loudly and cheered.

Y/n looked at Scaramouche just drinking a soda."You wanna sing?"

"No." Scaramouche immediately replied with no hesitation.

"Awh, but the reason to come here is to sing! Not drout out." Y/n said to Scaramouche.

"Y/n! Your next!" Ayaka said, she held out the microphone to Y/n.

——— after karaoke bc I'm a lazy ass mf AGAIN. (full version in wattpad)

Hu Tao sang, Heizou sang, Kazuha sang, Thoma sang, everyone sang, but Scaramouche.

"Scara, do you not want to sing?"

"Um." Scaramouche moved his gaze to Y/n, then looked away.

"Yeah? I'll do a duo with you."

They searched up a song they liked, "Alright, get yo butt over here!" Y/n grabbed Scaramouche's hand.

"Hey, wait!" Scaramouche exclaimed to protest.

"Here's the microphone, I believe you like this song a lot. So you'll sing it with me! I know you can sing, I've heard you hum and sing songs aloud before. Don't be shy!" Y/n nudged Scaramouche.

"It's not that...—"

"The song's starting, get ready!"

"Whew... I'm wiped out." Hu Tao said, while wiping off some sweat off her forehead.

"Were going home now." Kazuha picked up his bag from the ground and went to Heizou.

"Right! Goodnight, Kazuha! Goodnight, Heizou! Get home safe!" Y/n gave them a small smile and wave.

"You too." Kazuha smiled, and left with Heizou.

"You down for a sleep over?" Yoimiya said.

"Ah, I wish. But I can't." Y/n said.

"Why not? Have some fun at least." Yoimiya nudged their shoulder gently, then chuckled.

"Well, goodnight Scaramouche and Y/n! Get home safe!" Ganyu left.

"We'll be heading out with Thoma." Ayaka said.

"Right, you want me to call Ayato for you?" Thoma asked.

"Yes, and you might wanna stay with the sleepover group as well. You live quite far away. Ayato can just pick you up." Ayaka said while pulling her phone out.

"Right, well then. It was nice being with you guys. Goodnight and get home safe!" Thoma waved goodbye. Yoimiya, Ayaka, Thoma and Hu Tao left as Scaramouche and Y/n followed behind.

"Did you have fun?" Y/n asked.

"A little." Scaramouche mumbled.

"What? Can you repeat that?" Y/n said.

"I said I didn't."

Y/n giggled. "Next time you will. I promise you."

Y/n nudged him with their arm. And picked him up from the seat, and led him away to the exit.

"Thank you for joining Izumi Karaoke!" A staff member said.

Y/n waved goodbye to the staff as they waved goodbye too.

"Right. This is a goodbye until tomorrow!" Y/n said outside the building.

"Goodnight, Ayaka, Hu Tao, Yoimiya, and Thoma! Get home safe!"

"We will! You too with Scaramouche!" Hu Tao waved.

"Goodnight!" Hu Tao and the others waved goodbye as they walked away.

"We should go now." Y/n turned around and stopped for Scaramouche to come.

"I'll walk with you, it's dangerous." Scaramouche quietly muttered.

"Right." Y/n giggled.

They walked the dimly lit streets as cars and people raced by them. Y/n and Scaramouche went to the stairs leading down to the train station. Y/n bought a ticket for themself and turned to Scaramouche who was waiting.

"I'll be alright by myself."

"You sure?" Scaramouche asked, he raised an eyebrow.

"Yep! Goodnight Scara, and get home safe." Y/n smiled warmly at Scara. The train got there just in time, they boarded the train.

"You too. Stay safe."

"See you tomorrow!" Y/n smiled and waved goodbye as the train doors closed.

The train left as Scaramouche stood there. "Stay safe, N/n." Scaramouche turned around and walked away.

it quickly dawned to the next morning, it went how everything usually went. Same days, same hours, same minutes, same seconds.

Scaramouche walked to the train station where Hu Tao and Y/n usually meet.

Scara sat at the nearest bench as they scrolled on his phone. 4 minutes quickly passed, but no sight of Y/n was to be seen.

"Where is Y/n..." Scara knew that Hu Tao wouldn't be there because she had stayed over the sleepover.

"Did they oversleep? They've never been late before. Unless they're feeling unwell." Scaramouche dialed Y/n's phone number and stood up from the bench, impatiently tapping his foot.

The train station radio went blaring.

"Breaking news, last night at 8:53 pm, a high schooler named L/n Y/n was murdered at Tevyat cityscape. Their body was found at 9:02 pm, murderer is unknown and stab wounds are fatal. Relating to the case of-"

"What?"

Scaramouche could've swore he dropped his phone.

@xyouami 10/21/23 3:35 pm

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin angst #genshin anemo #angst genshin #genshin impact angst #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche angst #the balladeer #kabukimono #genshin kabukimono #wanderer angst #kabukimono x you #kabukimono x reader #kabukimono angst #masterlist #genshin wanderer #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

[bitterpotionn]

Johnny Slaughter - Springsteen

This fic is inspired by Eric Church's, Springsteen. Also got some Bruce Springsteen influence packed in there. This one is a doozy, with a lot of experimenting, we get fluffy and mean Johnny all in one. I'm still unsure of how I feel about this piece so any feedback will be greatly appreciated.

I hope you all like it, as always any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome! I love reading all of your comments, it motivates me so so much.

Warnings: unsafe sex, dubcon (towards the end), fluffy fluffy Johnny, lovemaking, neck grabbing, smoking, mean/sad Johnny, angst, tattoos

It was a hot July night. The windows of Johnny's truck were rolled down, and Born to Run played on the radio. She leaned against the open window, letting the wind brush past her face as he went a steady pace down the old dirt road.

Johnny's scarred hand reached down and squeezed her thigh as he turned up the radio, a wide grin on his face as he sang. "Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?" She quickly turned and smiled at him. Johnny's singing voice was deep and off-key but he continued, "'Cause baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider," his eyes flicked to hers periodically, as he tried to somewhat focus on the road. His grin was still wide.

She grabbed his hand and sang along with him. "But I gotta know how it feels, I want to know if love is wild, babe," their voices were loud as they sang together, small laughs breaking up between the lyrics.

Johnny could barely contain his giddy smile as she sang into his hand like a microphone, stroking his face as she serenaded him.

They spent a lot of nights like this. They stayed at the local diner as long as they could until one of the waitresses made them leave. Then, Johnny always took the long way to her house. They both tried to prolong their time together. Johnny loved how he felt around her. Away from his family, away from the violence, she was like a beacon of light that lit him up in ways he never thought was possible. His life was so dark and grim, it almost suffocated him but with her, he could breathe fresh, cool air.

The radio now was at a low volume, it acted as a comforting background noise. She cuddled up to his arm as he drove, his hand wrapped around her leg. Johnny leaned his cheek against her head, one hand placed firmly on the wheel. Johnny felt her grip on him tighten as they passed the familiar sign for her street.

Johnny pulled into her long driveway and parked at the top. His eyes flicked down and saw a deep frown on her face as she ran her fingers along his torn knuckles. "Don't go, I wish you could stay," her voice was a low whisper, barely audible.

He let out a small hum, nodding. "I know, pretty," when he looked down at her, he started to see small tears form at the corners of her eyes. Johnny quickly nuzzled his face into her neck, making kissing sounds. She let out a small laugh as she laid her back against his seat, he was now hovering over her.

"C'mon don't be sad, you'll see me bright and early tomorrow, yeah?" when she didn't respond he lifted her chin up and rubbed his nose against hers, again earning a small laugh from her as she nodded. "Alright," she mumbled out with a pout. "I dunno why I can't just stay at your place, my folks would never know," her hands cupped his face, her thumb gently rubbing over his scar.

Johnny gave her a strained smile, he couldn't tell her the real reason she couldn't stay. He wanted her far away from his family's carnage and horror. They didn't even know about her, if they did they would just scold him for it. Love didn't exist in the Slaughter household.

"You wouldn't like my place anyway, not very clean," he teased squeezing at her cheeks. She playfully swatted his hands away. "I hope we can get our own place one day, just me and you," Johnny smiled and nodded "I'd like that,"

--

"Johnny we can't" she giggled, holding his arm tightly as they walked down the worn sidewalks in town. "C'mon, it's to celebrate your birthday," He grinned down at her and gave her waist a small squeeze.

They made their way to a small tattoo parlor. Johnny sat comfortably in the chair, all while grinning widely at her. She nervously held his hand as the tattoo artist wiped his arm down. "Your mom is going to kill you, Johnny," his grin widened "Let her," he smirked at her and pulled her in for a kiss

--

"Does it hurt," she asked running her fingertips over the fresh ink, now permanently embedded into Johnny's arm. "Nah," he watched as she studied his arm with awe. Her name was tattooed on his bicep. She smiled up at him wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to him, kissing him deeply a wide smile on her lips.

Johnny let out a small groan and smirked into the kiss, pulling her close. Letting out a small laugh, she looked around the tattoo parlor, she could feel her cheeks heat up, she was clearly embarrassed by the PDA. He gave her a small grumble and held her hand, leading her out of the parlor.

--

Johnny lay on her bed, watching her old TV perched on her dresser. Johnny usually wasn't around her house much, her parents weren't too fond of him. They always made small comments about his "odd" family, they thought he came from trash. In some ways they weren't wrong.

This weekend though, they were lucky enough to have the entire house to themselves. Her parents were out of town for a couple of days and he essentially moved in for the weekend. She thought it would be great practice for when they have their own place.

Johnny was dressed casually for once. He was wearing sweatpants with no shirt. He looked almost comical. The way his large body lay in the middle of a twin-sized mattress, which was covered in stuffed animals and bright bedding. Funnily enough, this is the comfiest he's ever been.

Johnny felt himself drift off, only to be awoken by the sound of her entering the room. He turned to look at her, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt with sleep shorts. He couldn't help but smile and reach out for her, his scarred arms motioning her forward. She gave him a smile and crawled into the cramped bed with him. She was practically laying on top of him due to the lack of room.

“Comfortable?” He asked, his hands rubbing up and down her back. She let out a small “mhm” in response, burying her face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. The domestic feeling made Johnny feel warm. He never got this feeling at home, it was either too loud or deathly quiet there. But here, the silence was welcome, it was comfortable, it was good.

--

The morning came steadily, the golden sunrise shines through her sheer curtains, casting rays directly on Johnny’s face. He was on his side, his toned arms wrapped around her as she slept soundly.

For once, he woke up calm. He didn’t wake up to the sound of screaming or a revving chainsaw. All he could hear now was the faint chirp of the morning birds and her small snores.

His hands traveled up and down her waist, caressing her skin softly. He smiled as she started to wake up, her eyelashes batted as she turned her head to look at him with a smile. “Morning…” she yawned and stretched her arms.

Johnny kissed up the back of her neck. His calloused hands found their way to her breasts, giving them soft squeezes. She smiled and laid her head back against his chest, letting him explore her body freely.

Johnny nibbled on her earlobe, earning a giggle from her, it was like music to his ears. He lifted up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. He rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Small moans escaped her lips, her hands covered his, following his ministrations. Johnny gently moved so he was hovering over her. One forearm next to her head kept him steady as he continued kneading her breasts. He eventually leaned down and began sucking on one, allowing himself to let out small grumbles. The bulge in his sweatpants was hard to ignore at this point.

Once Johnny was seemingly satisfied, he let go of her breast with a loud pop, smirking up at her. At this point, she was breathless, she was trying to squeeze her legs together for some kind of friction but couldn’t because of Johnnys knee inbetween her legs, he loved teasing her.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you want, baby,” his words were low. With a small whine she squeezed Johnnys forearm, her eyes flicked toward his tattoo, she smiled. “You, please,” Johnny chuckled and kissed her earlobe as his hand traveled down to yank her sleep shorts off with one smooth tug. Exposing her bare sex to him.

Johnny kissed down her breasts, then to her stomach, stopping to pepper kisses all over her abdomen making her giggle and pout. “No teasing,” she whined out, her fingers finding their way to his messy hair. Johnnys eyes flicked up to hers and he smiled. He continued down to her aching cunt. He licked his lips and pressed a small kiss to her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips toward him.

He chuckled again. “So needy, doll,” Johnny got in his knees on the floor, he tugged her body to him so he was eye-level with her needy cunt. She gasped and grabbed onto the sheets, looking at him with desperate eyes. Johnny wrapped his arms around her thighs and licked a long stripe up her folds, groaning deeply as he did so. He savored how she tasted as he continued to lick her cunt.

She arched her back off the bed and gripped Johnny's head as he ate her out. Johnny tried to keep her steady but was so focused on her sweet taste that he didn't mind the wild bucking of her hips. He knew her body like the back of his hand, what made her go crazy, and he was happy to indulge her. After he slipped in two fingers, he could tell she was almost at her breaking point. Her moans became high-pitched and needy, her hips wildly humped into his face. With one last whine, he felt her come undone in his mouth. Johnny didn't stop however, he kept licking her up, his grin wide as he stared at her blissed out face.

Johnny slowly pulled away from her, his eyes flicking up to her tear-soaked face as she tried to catch her breath. He smiled and crawled back on top of her, kissing the salty tears from her cheeks. "You alright, baby?" he asked his free hand stroking her face with the utmost care.

She nodded and smiled up at him, pulling him down for a needy kiss. Johnny groaned softly as he rolled his hips against her thigh, his bulge rock-hard against her soft flesh. She pulled away from the kiss and her hand traveled down to touch his erection. He hissed at the contact and tipped his head back, looking at her through hooded eyes.

Without another word, Johnny yanked down his sweatpants and pulled out his cock with a low groan. She reached down to stroke him but he stopped her. "I need to feel you, almost can't stand it," he gave her a smile and kissed her deeply as he lined himself up with her slick entrance. "You ready, pretty?"

She smiled up at him and nodded wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Johnny slowly sank into her with a loud groan that he quickly tried to cover with a chuckle. Even after so many times feeling him, she was never prepared for just how well he was able to fill her.

The room was filled with small moans as Johnny continued slowly thrusting into her. His hand cradled her face with care, and he continued to kiss up and down her neck. He was gentle with her. Her hands gripped his hair, moans escaping her lips as his thrusts continued.

Johnny couldn't help but smile, he stared at her with a love-sick gaze. "You're doin' so good, baby," his words were soft, and his thrusts continued. He could feel her clench around him at the praise. Her legs began to shake when he reached a hand down and began rubbing her clit. Johnny felt her come undone beneath him. With one last thrust, Johnny filled her up with a whiny moan, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

Their combined pants slowly turned to small laughs as they held each other. Sweat clung to their bodies as Johnny grabbed a towel from the floor and began wiping her off gently. He smiled and grabbed her hand pulling her into his arms. "Why don't we shower and I can buy us breakfast," he nuzzled his face into her neck, savoring her small giggles.

--

Summer was nearing the end. The hot days were slipping away as the nights got colder. The road was quiet as Johnny drove the familiar path to her house, the long way, like usual.

“You’re quiet, doll,” Johnny’s eyes flicked toward her still figure in the passenger seat. She shrugged and leaned against the window, she just stared out the window.

Johnny frowned and moved his hand to her thigh, giving it a small squeeze. "C'mon, baby, what's wrong?" his voice was soft. Johnny could always tell when something was wrong. He felt like he spent so long just studying her, he wanted to understand her.

Johnny noticed her lip curling in a small pout as tears welled up in her eyes. Almost immediately, he pulled to the side of the road and put his truck in park, immediately pulling her close to him. "What happened, doll?" small sobs erupted from her as she buried her face in his chest, desperately gripping the fabric of his shirt. Johnny felt a familiar squeeze in his heart. He ran his hand up and down her back, trying to comfort her.

"Johnny...I-" she looked up at him through glossy eyes. "My family is moving," Johnny stared at her, his lips parting slightly. "And I was thinkin', I could stay and I could stay with you," she sat up and squeezed his hands, tears still streaming down her face. "Baby, I-" Johnny's eyes shifted nervously. "I would love that but you can't be around where I live, it's not saf-" Johnny paused. He couldn't let her around his family, even just the thought of that made him sick.

She sniffled and looked down at her lap. "Maybe I could just get my own place, my folks can't make me go with them, right?" Johnny stared down at her, his stomach hurt. "Johnny, I can't just leave you, please come with me. You, you could get a job up in Washington and save up for a place while I go to school," her words were jumbled and hurried, tears still streaming down her face.

Could he just leave? Leave his family? Leave his mom? She didn't understand, he couldn't just pack up and leave everything behind. Right? Johnny hesitated, squeezing her hand. "I can't just leave my family," his words were soft, almost a whisper. She whimpered as she leaned into him. "Please Johnny,"

All his life, Johnny was taught the importance of staying loyal to his family. Despite the horror, the bloodshed, and the abuse, at the end of the day family was family. He heard his mother's words echo in his mind.

"Baby, I can't," Johnny felt his own tears stream down his face, and he pulled her into his lap. She straddled him as he hugged her tightly. While he couldn't leave his family, he couldn't imagine living without her. She was the only person in this world that he felt safe with. Her devasted sobs rang in his ears, and his heart was beating out of his chest.

After a long while of just holding each other, she pulled away from him. Her face swollen and tear-stained, she looked at him. "Will you call?" She asked. Johnny stared at her, he grabbed her hand and gave it a small kiss. "I'll call,"

--

Years passed. Trying to stay in contact with states between them eventually took its toll. He knew it would. Johnny was devasted at the loss of contact, after a while he felt like he was annoying her with the calls. She was in college, meeting new people, seeing new things, and experiencing life beyond the small town in Texas. Devastation quickly turned to anger and resentment.

Johnny, once just a complicit bystander in his family's crimes, quickly becomes shallowed whole by them. When he was with her, he had a reason to stay good, a reason to desperately hold onto that last strand of hope he had for his future, now with her gone he had nothing.

Despite this anger he had towards her, he still cherished the memories he made with her. She was his first kiss, his first time, his first everything. Sometimes he stayed awake late at night, thinking about her. What she was doing, how she changed over the years. The thoughts made him sick.

Johnny stood at the counter of the local gas station. He was buying another pack of cigarettes, despite one hanging lit from his mouth. The gas station attendant told him multiple times to not smoke inside, but he eventually stopped trying.

Johnny opened his wallet to pay the attendant, his eyes flicked down to the picture he had of her, still framed neatly in his wallet. He quickly closed it and paid, sauntering off with a new pack of cigarettes and a beer.

As he was walking towards his truck he heard a small gasp and a voice behind him, "Johnny?" His blood ran cold as he stopped in his tracks, turning around to be face-to-face with his high school sweetheart. His eyes quickly scanned her. It almost looked like she never left, that she was still the girl he fell for all those years ago.

She smiled and clasped her hands together in excitement, he noted how she still had the same mannerisms. "Gosh how are you, I haven't seen you in years!" She drank in his appearance. He was more toned, his arms now littered with scars, he looked almost more mean. Though, those thoughts were quickly overshadowed when she noted that he still had the tattoo of her name on his bicep.

Johnny hesitated for just a moment before answering. "I'm alright, quite a shock to see you here, you haven't visited down since you left," he tried to maintain his composure, tried to keep his usual calm exterior but that was difficult the more he stared at her body.

She gave him a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I always meant to but…still have some family down here and I thought I might as well!” His stares did go unnoticed by her. His stares used to make her feel giddy and warm and now she just felt cold. She awkwardly shifted and looked up at him. “It’s nice to see you, ya know,”

Johnnys eyes shifted from her breasts back to her eyes, a wide smirk appeared on his lips. “Yeah real nice,” he leaned against his truck stared at her through hooded eyes. “Why don’t you come back to my place? We can catch up,” he pulled out another cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke in the air.

She nervously chewed on her lip as she watched him. He was so different. His whole persona shifted, she figured that just happened with time but it felt off. She tried to ease her anxious thoughts, it hadn't been that long and he was still the Johnny she knew right?

"Oh, alright," she gave him a strained smile. "But you gotta drop me back off here, so I can get my car," He grinned at her. "Perfect," he opened the passenger side door of this truck for her, the same truck she spent so many nights in.

Once she hopped if she couldn't help but fully examine the truck, it felt so surreal being back in it. Her hands trailed along the worn leather seats. She looked up as Johnny got back in the car, the same grin adorning his handsome face. "Seein' you back in my truck's doin' something to me, doll," he chuckled as he started up the engine.

She couldn't help but beam at the old nickname, her heart fluttered. "Hasn't changed much," she said, running her fingers over the dashboard. "So, you still live with your family?" she asked glancing over to him as he took off down the road.

"On the property, got a real nice trailer put up," he explained, his eyes shifting to look at her. She hummed and nodded leaning back comfortably into the seat. "Ya know, I am real sorry for losing touch, I always meant to call but..." her words trailed off, a deep frown washing over her face.

Johnny couldn't help but scoff. "Didn't try too hard, I called every day, you just stopped pickin' up," he couldn't hide the venom and hate that laced his words. He still was angry, that much became very clear to her. She flinched a bit and dipped her chin down. "I know,"

Johnny sighed a bit and ran a hand down his face. "Didn't mean to snap at you, just missed ya," the grin that he had their entire interaction was replaced with a small frown, his jaw was clinched. She glanced over at him, giving him a small smile, trying to ease his mood. Her eyes then flicked to his bicep. Her name still inked in pretty letters, faded with time. "I'm surprised you didn't cover this up," she slowly reached out a hand and brushed her fingers against his rough skin. She noticed how he tensed up at her touch.

"Couldn't bring myself to," he chuckled, the grin appearing back on his face. He reached out a hand and grabbed hers, pulling her closer to him. She giggled a bit and scooted closer to him. It was almost like nothing ever changed.

She allowed herself to lean on his arm, breathing in his scent. It all felt so familiar like she was pushed back into time before she left, before anything bad ever happened between them. "Ya know, I missed you too," she said while lacing her fingers with his. "Yeah?" a smile crept on his face.

They continued down the road at a steady pace, she recognized each passing street. As they neared Johnny's place, the road became more and more unfamiliar. Johnny never wanted her around his family, she never really understood why. He always came up with excuses and she never pushed any further.

Johnny turned onto a long dirt road. Ahead of them was a fairly large white house with large fields surrounding either side. She noticed Johnny's small trailer towards the left side, tucked behind some barn. She sat up straight, tensing a bit.

Johnny parked the truck, he leaned back and stared at her, studying her reactions. He noticed how she was nervously chewing on her lip. He couldn't help but smirk.

She turned to him and gave him a strained smile. "I've never been here before," Johnny shrugged and opened the car door. "Not like you gotta meet anyone," he circled around the truck to open the door for her, offering her a hand as she hopped out of the truck.

She stood nervously at Johnny's side, her heart was pounding hard in her chest. She laced her fingers with Johnny's and looked around. Johnny grinned as she sought him out for comfort, some things never change. He gave her hand a small squeeze and led her behind the barn. His trailer was fairly new, though she could tell he wasn't keeping up on the maintenance.

Johnny tugged open the door, the smell of stale cigarettes and beer hit her face. She walked in and looked around. It was pretty messy, though she wasn't shocked, she had never seen how Johnny lived before. She heard Johnny shut and lock the door behind him.

"Like it?" she heard him ask, standing behind her. She turned to him and nodded. "Bit messy," she teased. Johnny grinned at her and shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem for too much longer," he hummed out, his hands found their way to her waist.

She found the comment odd but decided not to comment on it, after all, she could feel herself getting flustered at his touch. Johnny leaned down and began kissing up and down her neck, sucking on the spots he remembered she liked.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands finding their way to his thick hair. Johnny snickered once he realized she had given in. He picked her up and laid her down on the couch.

Johnny lifted up her shirt and let out a small groan. "Fuck, been waiting so long to see these tits again," his lips suctioned around her hardening nipple. She let out a small moan as she played with his hair, she tugged on his shirt, hoping he would get the hint.

Johnny glanced up at her, before quickly taking off his shirt. She almost gasped when she saw the numerous scars littering his body. Her fingers trailed over the pink leathery scars. "W-what happened?" she asked softly, not wanting to upset him.

Johnny paused for a bit, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her the truth, at least not yet. "Some fights, farming accidents, nothing too major, doll," he leaned down and caught her lips in a slow kiss, hoping to distract her. It seemed to have worked because she slowly melted in the kiss.

A thin strand of saliva connected them when Johnny pulled away. He grinned down at her and unbuttoned her jean shorts, pulling them off swiftly. He stared at her wet folds, almost drooling. He had been craving her for so many years now. He would lay awake at night, stroking his length to the memories of them together. Now he was getting the real deal.

"Have you been a good girl for me?" he asked tipping her chin up with his index finger. She nodded sheepishly, biting down on her lip. "Hm, I think you're lying," he began rubbing slowly at her clit. "I think you've had a couple boyfriends since me, huh?" his voice was laced with jealously as he kissed her neck.

She didn't know how to answer, of course, she has had different boyfriends, she figured he would just assume so and not say anything about it. She also took note of the jealousy, Johnny had his jealous moments before but he was so sure in their relationship, that jealousy was never an issue. Now she could hear the pure jealous raging in him.

"Yes," she said breathlessly, unable to focus on much other than his fingers rubbing at her clit. Johnny's jaw clenched, his fingers quickening their pace. "Yeah? Were they as good as me?" his fingers slipped inside of her aching hole. She quickly shook her head, a small whimper forming in her throat.

She wasn't exactly lying. She hadn't had a serious boyfriend since Johnny. Just a couple month long flings with guys who really only wanted one thing. She often thought about Johnny during those times, she couldn't help but compare everyone to him.

Johnny grinned. "Mhm, bet those college boys couldn't make you feel like this huh?" his fingers curled up into her, hitting her deepest points directly. She let out a loud moan, gripping his hair, and her legs began to shake. "Yeah, can't let that happen again, now can I?" His grin widened as he felt her come undone on his fingers.

She felt like she was on cloud nine, she was back with the love of her life, in his own place like they always talked about. She watched as Johnny pulled his fingers out slowly, licking them clean with a low groan.

Johnny lifted her up and sat on the couch, placing her in his lap. “Look at you,” he grinned pulling her down for another kiss. Her hands fumbled with his belt, tugging on it with a low whine. He quickly took off his belt, setting it aside.

She watched with wide eyes as he pulled out his hardening cock. It was just as intimidating as she remembered. He watched her reactions closely, he gave his cock a few strokes.

Johnny noticed her hesitation, his hand grabbed her neck, with a little too much force. "What you'll put out for some college boys but not me?" his voice was low and dark, his eyes narrowed as he stared at her wide eyes.

His tone was shocking to her. Before, he was always so gentle with her. "W-what?" Johnny's grip tightened around her neck. "What? You scared?" he shook her a little bit, his other hand guiding his tip through her soaked folds.

"N-No," she whimpered, gripping his shoulders. "Why are you acting like this?" her voice was low, almost a whisper, she didn't want to upset him further. Johnny let out a small chuckle, slowly sliding his cock into her. "Actin' like what, doll," Johnny wasn't stupid. He knows he's changed. He's killed and done unspeakable acts. Part of him still resented her, for leaving, after all that's the reason he's like this now, a killer.

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a strained moan as he bottomed out into her. Johnny didn't give her much time to adjust, flipping her onto her back again, his thrusts becoming brutal.

His behavior was so unlike what she was used to with him. He was only rough after asking her for permission or after a small argument, but it was always discussed beforehand. Now, he was angrily thrusting in her, a deep scowl set on his face.

"You like that, huh?" Johnny's hand squeezed tighter on her neck. "You missed this cock," Johnny bit down on her neck, a loud moan escaping her lips, tears welling in her eyes. "You shouldn't like it, not after what you did," his voice broke.

She stared at his blurry figure, tears streaming down her face, she gripped his arms, trying to focus on the feeling of his cock thrusting into her. Johnny shook her a bit, causing her to gasp for air. "You don't get to enjoy this," his voice was almost a whimper.

"Johnny, why?" she sobbed, her nails digging into his forearms. She was practically begging him for answers, unsure of why he switched so suddenly. Johnny furrowed his brows, staring at her in disgust. "Just left me, I called-fuck-, every fuckin' day, and you stopped pickin' up," his voice became hoarse, and she noticed his eyes becoming glossy. "Like I was fuckin' nothing,"

His thrusts became brutal. "Every. Fucking. Day," each word paired with a harder and harder thrust. His hand still tightly gripped her neck. She almost couldn't handle it, she stared at Johnny as a warm feeling began to pool in her stomach.

Tears began falling from Johnny's eyes right onto her face, and his thrusts became jagged as he was nearing the end. "I fucking love you," a loud moan escaped his lips as he came deep inside of her. His anger came to a boiling point, he was angry at himself, angry at her.

She was not too far behind, she squeezed her eyes shut as she came hard on his cock, not even caring he finished inside of her. The sound of their combined pants filled the humid room. She peeked her eyes open, Johnny was staring at her, his face red and his eyes glossy. She reached out a hand to cup his cheek but he grabbed her wrist instead. "You ain't leavin' again," he growled out.

"Johnny...I'm not stayin' for that much longer," her eyes widened, slowly realizing the situation she had gotten herself into. A grin spread across his face. "Nah, you're stayin' right here with me, doll,"

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richie jerimovich x reader, background syd x carmy| 3.0k | tw: nothing too major, smoking, drinking, language, sentimentality

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“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.”

“But like..are you sure?”

You let out a sigh as you walked over to the vanity table, leaning down and looking into the mirror, smiling at Sydney and resting your hand on her shoulder.

“I'm one million percent sure. You look stunning.”

“But-”

“Stunning,” You held your hand up. “Just relax, today is supposed to be fun, remember?”

Syd nodded, taking a deep breath. 

“I know. Fun.”

“Good,” You smiled, standing back up straight and smoothing out your forest green dress. “I'm gonna run outside for a super quick smoke then I'll be right back.”

You grabbed your coat, throwing it on and heading out of the hotel room. You passed some other guests as you made your way out to the front of the building, giving them all a polite nod and smile. You had been so focused on keeping Syd calm that you didn't realize there were butterflies in your own stomach.

Once the fresh air hit you, you felt a little better. You took a seat on the patio, fishing your cigarettes from your coat pocket. There were some kids playing on the grass, a couple of other smokers standing by the wall and chatting.

“Oh, hey. Mind if I join you?”

You looked up and smiled as you spotted Richie, a coat thrown over his navy suit. 

“Of course you can,” You gestured to the chair opposite you. “Be my guest.”

You lit your cigarette as Richie sat down, closing your eyes for a moment and savoring it.

“Can I ask you something?” Richie asked, lightly tapping his fingers on the round table. “It's a little stupid but.."

“Ask me anything,” You nodded, sitting back and pulling your coat around yourself. “I'm sure it won't be stupid.”

“You're the maid of honor, right?” Richie asked, reaching into his pocket for a pack of smokes. 

“Right,” You nodded, raising a brow. “I am. And you're the best man.”

“Yeah,” Richie nodded, dropping the box in his hand down onto the table. “Never thought I'd see the fucking day.”

He lit his cigarette, sitting back and looking up for a moment.

“Are you..nervous, at all?”

You thought about it for a moment, flicking your cigarette and nodding slowly.

“Pretty fucking terrified, if I'm honest. I mean, I'm so thrilled that it's finally here and everything but..I am really not looking forward to having to get up and make a speech.”

“Same,” Richie nodded, rubbing his forehead. “I thought it would be easy but..it's hard to find the right words. You gotta be so..personal and funny and charming and it's..a lot.”

You tilted your head slightly as you took a drag on your cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side.

“Your speech at the rehearsal dinner was amazing, you could do the exact same one and it would be great.”

“Nah,” Richie shook his head. “That was different..that was a smaller group, more relaxed..today is like three times as many people. I'm not great with rehearsed stuff, I prefer to just say what comes to mind but..I don't want to say the wrong fucking thing.”

You smiled softly as you sat up, looking over to Richie. You weren't super close, but you knew him through Sydney and from what you did know he seemed like a pretty decent guy, certainly funny and charming.

“Why don't you just write some notes for yourself?” You suggested. “Not a whole speech but like..some bullet points to hit. It will still be natural but with a little more structure to fall back on.

“Hm,” Richie nodded, looking up for a moment. “That might do it. Thanks.”

“Anytime,” You smiled. “It's what I've done. The last thing I want is to get up there and go blank.”

“You'll be fine,” Richie smiled, taking a drag on his cigarette and glancing over to the hotel. “Your speech last night was pretty great.”

You smiled to yourself, flicking your cigarette and looking up for a moment, the sun starting to emerge from the clouds. You sat in comfortable silence with Richie, the sound of kids playing in the background and birds chirping filling the air around you.

“I better get back,” You stubbed out your cigarette and stood up, wrapping your coat around yourself. “I'll see you later.”

“See you at the altar,” Richie nodded, covering his face after a moment and shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..”

You laughed softly, looking over to him. 

“Don't worry, you have to take me up the aisle first."

Before long you were standing in the church entrance with Syd, her father, the other bridesmaids and the groomsmen, a nervous excitement filling you. 

“You look so beautiful,” You smiled at Syd, taking her hand. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Don't make cry,” Syd laughed softly, squeezing your hand. “I need some photos without tears in my eyes.”

“Okay everyone, places,” The wedding co-ordinator clapped her hands. “line up.”

“I love you, you got this.” You smiled at Syd, squeezing her hand before taking your place at the back of the line next to Richie. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” He grinned, holding out his arm. “Care to take a walk?”

“Oh I would love to,” You grinned, wrapping your hand around Richie's bicep. “though I don't think I have much choice, with Napoleon up there.”

At the front of the line the wedding co-ordinator was shooing everyone down the aisle, snapping her fingers for the next pair.

Richie laughed beside you, and you smiled as the two of you stepped forward, clutching your bouquet in your hand as you stepped into the church.

You had never been so grateful for waterproof mascara in your life, spending the majority of the ceremony in tears as you watched Syd and Carmy exchange beautiful vows. Occasionally you would catch Richie's eye and he would give you a reassuring smile, making you smile a little wider.

Once the reverend declared “You may now kiss the bride,” the church erupted into a sea of applause and cheers, whistles and whoops. You watched with immense pride as the newly married pair walked down the aisle together, flower petals being strewn over them.

The reception was held on the grounds of the hotel, billowing white marquees set up, covered with flowers and paper lanterns. While the guests mingled and drank champagne, the official pictures were taken, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. 

You cried again when Syd insisted she wanted a picture with just you and her, wrapping your arms around each other as the photographer snapped the photo.

When it was your turn to take a photo with Richie, Syd gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a grin, going to stand next to the older man and laughing softly as he held his arm in mid air, unsure what to do with it.

“Just wrap it around my waist,” You smiled, gently moving his arm before touching his back. “I don't bite.”

“What if I ask nicely?” Richie leaned in to murmur in your ear, making you laugh and your heart race.

Before long you had a glass of champagne in your hand and got to mingle with the guests, posing for some more casual photos and doing what felt like a million twirls in your dress.

When it was time for dinner, you were relieved to finally sit down and relax, trying to remember who had told you that the maid of honor doesn't get to eat because that was ridiculous. The food was obviously delicious, there was no way you were leaving it untouched.

After dinner, there was a little pause before the speeches, your heart starting to race at the thought. You took a long sip of wine, trying to calm yourself. Both Syd and Carmy made speeches, both of them sending you into yet more floods of tears.

When it was Richie's turn, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze before he stood up, watching him deliver a speech that was the perfect blend of emotional, personal and funny. 

“No pressure,” He grinned as he sat back down, handing you the microphone. “You got this.”

You stood up slowly, looking out to the large crowd and taking a deep breath.

"Hi everyone," You smiled, biting your lip softly. You introduced yourself, placing your hand over your heart and feeling it hammer under your touch. “I am also the maid of honor, and the most fortunate to also be Sydney's best friend."

You looked down to her and felt yourself relax as she smiled at you, taking a deep breath before looking back to the crowd.

"I am so beyond excited and proud to be here today with you all to celebrate Sydney and Carmen, the most wonderful couple."

There were loud cheers, and you found yourself smiling more.

"Syd and I first met in elementary school, the very first day of first grade. We were randomly assigned to sit together, and when she let me borrow her scooby doo pencil I knew I had found a friend. From day one she has been the most incredibly kind, loyal, smart, creative, funny girl, and my life would not be the same without her,” You glanced down to her with a grin and gently touched her shoulder before looking back. 

“She is so talented and driven, there's nothing she can't put her hand to. I remember when she told me she'd applied for the CIA, and how hard she laughed when I told her I never knew she wanted to be a spy," You paused as there was a flood of laughter, feeling your heart beat calm. "then the day came when she got her acceptance letter, we sat in my rickety old car, staring at this envelope until eventually opening it after about 56 hours, and when we saw she was accepted we started screaming and crying and hugging for another 56 hours."

You paused, looking over to Syd and Carmy with a smile. "But of course, we are here to celebrate Syd and her wonderful husband, Carmy," 

There was another round of cheers and applause, Richie whistling beside you.

“I remember when Syd told me she had started seeing someone,” You continued with a smile. “and I immediately knew who it was, it was honestly a relief that I didn't have to keep hearing ‘we're just friends’ because..come on,” You raised a brow with a grin, laughter ringing around the room.

“But I must say, I have been so privileged to see their relationship go from strength to strength, they are the most perfect couple I know, and to be here now celebrating their wedding is such a blessing,” You beamed, tears starting to sting the corners of your eyes. 

“As I said, Syd and I have been best friends for a long time now, and I can honestly say that Carm has brought out the best in her, from the first moment she told me about him I could see something new in her, a renewed drive and fire. They bring out the best in each other, they encourage each other to be the best they can be and lift each other up to new heights.”

You wiped your eyes, smiling as Syd reached up to touch your arm. 

“All you want is for the people you love to be happy,” You smiled, looking down to Syd and Carmy. “and I can safely say I have never known Syd to be happier than she is with Carm. If I had to give Carm any advice it would be..keep doing what you're doing, keep lifting her up and pushing her and celebrating her. And always, always, let her choose the movie,” You grinned. 

“I wish you both all the love and happiness in the universe, thank you so much for letting me be part of your lives, I love you both so much.”

There was a rapturous round of applause and you felt the tears flow freely as Syd and Carmy stood up to hug you. When you sat back down, Richie gave you a smile, gently touching your arm. 

“Aced it.”

A little while after dinner, the DJ set up and called Syd and Carmy up for their first dance. They both looked a little embarrassed as they made their way to the center of the dancefloor, but when the opening strains of Ella Fitzgerald's ‘Let's fall in love’ began, they wrapped their arms around each other and began to sway along to the music. He whispered something in her ear and she covered her mouth as she laughed, your heart melting at the sight.

As the dance floor began to fill for the next song, you turned to see Richie beside you, holding out his hand with a smile.

“Care to dance?”

“I thought you'd never ask.”

You fell into an easy rhythm with Richie, he spun you around and dipped you dramatically as you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you back up. His hands settled on your waist, your eyes meeting. It felt natural, comfortable. 

The song ended sooner than you would have liked, leaving you standing there in Richie's arms, your heart racing. He was about to say something when you felt a hand on your back and turned to see Syd, pulling you in for a dance. You glanced back at Richie, mouthing an apology before turning back to Syd with a grin, the two of you singing along to ‘This Will Be’.

After you danced with what felt like every single guest, you slipped outside for a smoke, the lights from the marquee illuminating the perfect lawn. 

“Fun day huh?”

You glanced over your shoulder and smiled as you spotted Richie, walking over to join him. His jacket was gone and his tie was loose around his neck. 

“I've never been so happy while crying so much,” You laughed softly. “I guess that's just weddings.”

“Yeah,” Richie nodded, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Especially this one. I was starting to worry cousin would never propose.”

“Hm, I always knew he would,” You grinned, folding your arms and flicking your cigarette. “From the first moment I met him. I saw the way he looked at Syd and I could see wedding bells. You know when two people are just clearly meant to be together but they're too stubborn to see it?”

“Those two wrote the fucking book on it,” Richie shook his head with a laugh. “If I had to see them making puppy eyes at each other once more I was gonna clunk their heads together.”

You laughed, your hand sitting over your chest. 

“You would've had to get in line, I was first up to clunk them.”

You took a drag on your cigarette, looking up and blowing the smoke away before looking back at Richie.

“I never thanked you for our dance, earlier. Sorry about that, I wouldn't want you to think I didn't enjoy it..I haven't been dipped like that in a long while.”

“Oh yeah?” Richie raised a brow with a grin. “It was my pleasure.”

You smiled as met his eyes, a warmth settling over you. 

There was a call for everyone to head inside as Syd and Carmy cut the wedding cake, the two of them laughing as they cut into it, sharing a kiss that had the room filling with cheers.

Syd’s dad took you for a spin on the dance floor after the cake, you posed for more photos, drank more champagne and felt happier than ever.

As you made your way back into the hotel at god only knows what time, you felt pleasantly buzzed. A group of you stayed in the bar for a while, telling stories and laughing raucously. At some point you found yourself in Richie's lap, his arm around your waist, your head tucked into his neck.

As the group started to peel off, you found yourself walking down a hallway with Richie, your arm around his waist, his arm around your shoulders. All too soon you were outside your room, reaching into your bag for your key.

“Drink some water,” Richie told you, holding his hand up, pointing at you. “and get some rest.”

“I'll agree to one of those,” You smiled, lightly tapping your key against your palm. “Come on.”

You opened the door and walked inside, smiling as Richie followed you.

“I'm just making sure you have that water,” He insisted, going to the desk and picking up a bottle of water, pouring it into a glass. “That's all.”

“I know,” You grinned, watching him. “you're being very responsible.”

You accepted the glass that was handed to you, noticing that Richie wasn't exactly rushing out the door.

“Could you do me a favor?” You asked, smiling sweetly.

“Of course.” Richie nodded, looking at you with curiosity. “What is it?”

“Take this off?” You gestured to your dress, turning around and pointing to the zipper along your back. “I can't quite reach.”

“Oh," Richie murmured softly, clearing his throat. “Uh..yeah, let me just..”

You waited for a moment before you felt him move behind you, his hands carefully holding the zipper and easing it down. 

“That feels better,” You sighed softly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned back around, taking a sip of water. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” Richie murmured softly, his gaze darkening as he looked at you. “I..I should go.”

You felt a disappointed tension rise in you as Richie really did leave, leaving you alone in your hotel room. You half expected him to knock on the door the second he closed it but when he didn't you let out a frustrated sigh.

Taking your dress off, you hung it up in the closet before throwing on the silvery gray silk robe embroidered on the back. You removed your makeup, brushed your teeth, finished the glass of water and were just about to get into bed when you heard a knock on your door.

You put your robe back on before heading to the door, opening it and finding Richie standing on the other side of it.

“Lost my room key.”

You looked at him for a moment before you gently took his tie in your hand, tugging him forward.

“Don't worry, you won't need it.”

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