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dinogoofymutated · 23 days

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Hi can you write something for Logan? I don’t have anything in particular in mind, but I never see this man get any love. Thanks!

NSFW!Wolverine/AFAB! Reader

Hope this is okay! I tried so hard to post it last night but tumblr kept failing on me. It wouldn't even save as a draft! If you see this before I've added the meat to the fic, it's because I'm testing because tumblr is being a dick and I'll edit in the good stuff soon.

Edit: Yay! It worked! I was just uploading too much at once I guess. Had to brake it all down for it to work!

Tw: MNDI!! pnv, fem reader, creampie, size difference, petnames. Praise kink.

If you asked him personally, Logan would say he's extremely unlucky, cursed even. and With everything he's gone through, he might be correct. But still, he is certainly blessed in at least one aspect.

Logan had a really, really nice cock. It wasn't pretty like the perfect ones in porn, but damn, was it nice. It has prominent veins that you couldn't help but spoil every time you your hands (or mouth) on him. He was flushed a deep red color at the stip, and proportional, a good 5 or six comfortable inches.

The only thing is, Logan's cock was thick. impressively, deliciously thick. When the two of you started to take your relationship to the next level, Logan didn't hesitate to warn you. That didn't stop him from Taking care of you though. He'd pump his thick fingers in an out of you, curling and stretching you, finding the most pleasure spots inside of you to get you to cum and cum hard.

But every time the two of you would get close to going further, he'd back out. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, or that he didn't want to, he just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you.He'd always end up saying “ ‘next time, sunshine.” Or “Just wanna make sure I take care of you properly.” and although it was sweet, you knew what you could handle, and you were determined to climb this man like a tree.

And if there was anything Logan knew more than anything, it was to never get in the way of a determined woman.

You had spent what felt like hours in Logan's sheets, his fingers curling deep in your cunt, stretching and touching the most sensitive parts of you. He kissed every tender part of you, letting you writhe and moan underneath him. He wanted to make sure that you were ready for him beyond a shadow of a doubt, knowing how stubborn you are when you really want something. This was no different. And after Cumming twice on his fingers, you were sure you could make it work. Logan sighed as you straddled him, grinding his cock against your slick cunt to try and lube him up. He sets his hands on your thighs, comfortingly caressing the plush skin. The two of you gasp when his head brushes against your Clit, an electric shock of pleasure bolting through your bodies. Logan is laid back against the pillows on his bed, looking up at you with a heated gaze.

“ ‘you okay there, doll?” He asks, the words rumbling through his chest with a groan. He smirks just barely as you scoff, adjusting yourself on your knees as you line his cock up with your slit.

“I'm- fine, I can do this.” You huff, grinding down against his thick head. Logan sucks in a breath as you do so, teeth latching onto his lip as we watches you desperately try to take him. He's not going in as easy as you thought he would, and it almost makes you feel discouraged. You were so sure you could take him, and you didn't want to quit now. Your eyebrows furrow as you struggle, and at some point his cock slips out and away from your hole. Logan lets out a grunt as you flinch, mortified.

“Ah- Sorry.” You're doing your best to not let it get to you, but there was such a sinking feeling in your chest. Almost as if he can sense it, Logan reaches up, taking your chin in-between his thumb and index finder and tilting your head down to look at him.

“It's okay.” Logan assures you. “Just relax. You'll get it.” His thumb drags across your lip, calloused hand brushing against your tits as he brings it down to your clit. He circles the nub gently first, then with a tad bit more pressure. You hear him chuckle as you eyes flutter closed, moaning at the pleasurable sensation.

“okay.” You sigh, trying to align himself with you once again. You try it a little slower this time, grinding down with just enough pressure. The both of you gasp when the head of his cock notches against your slit, an improvement from before. Then, almost suddenly, it slides in.

“Fuck.” Logan grunts. His cock was hardly halfway inside, but that didn't stop the moans you let out at the pleasure- and slight discomfort- of having him inside you. The stretch was slightly painful, but you can't seem to stop yourself from grinding against him, trying to take him further.

“Logan…” The whine of his name comes out involuntarily, and the strong man inbetween your thighs shushes you sweetly, adjusting himself so he's sitting against the headboard. He brings you closer to him, snaking his hand around the nape of your neck to bring you into a kiss. He hardly gives himself time to breathe in between kisses. Logan bites your lip, licking into your mouth when you gasp at the painful pinch. He groans when you clench around his length. Still not quite adjusted to what you could fit, and his hand grabs hold onto your thighs and squeezes.

“I know, sweetheart.” He says, finally pulling back. “I know. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.” You bite your lip, leaning your head on his shoulder as you begin to move your hips again. The process is slow, sinking onto him inch by inch as your body adjusts to the girth, but when you finally feel the base of his cock finally sink into you, you've never felt so accomplished.

“Good girl.” Logan grunts into your ear. “ ‘did such a good job.” You yelp a little as his hips jerk, thrusting up into you. You cry out Logan's name, holding onto his shoulders as he starts to slowly pull out of you, gently thrusting back inside as he cups your face, kissing you gently. It feels good. Like he's rubbing against every spot inside of you perfectly. His slow, loving pace felt good, so, so good. But it could only keep the two of you satisfied for so long. The next time Logan pulls out of you, you slam down with a little more force. He lets out a choked moan, before you hear him chuckle. He pulls away from you just slightly, arms wrapped around your waist as he smirks at the needy look on your face. You're impatient however, and grind against him sharply when he stops moving. A flicker of pleasure flashes across his face before he's growling. He pulls you against him, pressed flush against your body as he begins to thrust more aggressively.

“Couldn't be patient, could you?” He growls. Your noises are embarrassingly loud as he picks up speed, fucking into you just like you had spent so much time imagining he would- and he was right too. You couldn't be patient. He moves his hips just slightly, hitting that one spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You can't help but cry out, and without having to even tell him, he's hitting thay spot over and over again without fail. His grunts and groans are starting to get louder, and you can feel the knot in your stomach coming so close to snapping.

“Fuck- Logan!” He groans at the way you say his name, the knot snapping as you reach your peak and cum hard on his cock. He curses, burying his face into your neck as he starts to crumble at the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him, desperately trying to milk him for what he's worth. He almost lets out a whine as he cums, and the noise surprises you. You can feel him twitch as spurts of his cum warm up your insides. By the time he's done, you're sure he must be leaking out of you. You lay against him, boneless as the two of you pant for air. Logan begins to press gentle kisses against your neck, praising you for how well you did. You sigh, content. Logan lays the two of you down on the bed, holding you close as his cock starts to soften inside of you.

Logan howlett was definitely blessed.

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graysnetwork · 10 months

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So I kinda gave up on running my story through Grammarly, so please bare with me here.

Also, I found the audio and listened to it as I wrote this to see how I would write the story, this is also my first time completely writing smut so pls don't be rude or I will delete 🙈

I will take yalls constructive criticism, so thanks ☺️

LEON KENNEDY x READER (smut..)

Read warnings pls

Info: when I check who posted the audio I will give them credits cuz they are the one who introduced me to... Audios I think

Edit: FOUND IT — I found it meiiioo’s acc (yes on tumblr)

Warnings: afab!reader, consensual‼️, pet names, spanking, praise, fingering, mating press, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, baby talk, creampie.

Summary— reader lost a bet and has to wear a bunny suit for the rest of the weekend, now their friend and roommate are sitting in his room getting ready to watch a show, but Leon is very annoying with all his teasing.

You were coming out of your room as Leon walked through the door, you hadn’t seen him this morning which you were grateful for.

“Hey I was gonna order takeout for dinner, do you-“ he was cut off by the sight of you, in a bunny costume “w-what in the world are you wearing?” He asks with a chuckle, this was odd to say the least; for the both of you. “A bunny costume” you say bluntly, it was embarrassing, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t make too much fun of you.

“I see that it’s a bunny costume, but, why?” He asks as he looks you up and down repeatedly, “I lost a bet with my friends” you admit, “no fucking way, since when do you take bets? Last time I checked, you pussied out of anything that needed any ounce of courage” he said and you pushed him.

“I’m just saying the truth, but, how long are you gonna have to wear it?” He asks, he was your roommate and your friend after all, so he was gonna be the one who would have to see you during this.

“The rest of the weekend..” you admit, situating the headband for what felt like the fifteenth time, “the rest of the weekend?” He almost didn’t believe you, he began laughing at you.

Making fun of you and asking if you’d like him to be your magician, you hit him again, lightly. He stopped the joke.

“Why don’t you just, not wear it? It’s not like your friends are gonna know” he suggests, “I pinky promised though” you tell him, he chuckles, “Why am I not surprised that you still do that?” He asks as he chuckles again.

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“You can’t expect me to stop making fun of you” he says as the two of you lay on his bed, ready to watch a show, “stop it with the teasing Leon” you tell him, it was already beginning to annoy you.

“Or what? Your the least intimidating person in the entire apartment complex” he chuckles “It’s not like you could do anything about it” he says as he laughed a little more.

You kicked him a bit hard and he groaned but continued the teasing.

“Okay stop that, im serious” he said before you kicked him again and he got tired of it and grabbed you, and pinned you down, “you just had to be a fucking brat huh?” He asks you “what are you gonna do?” You ask as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“I dunno bunny, what should I do?” He asks, a smirk appears on his face, you could feel his pants and how a bulge was beginning to appear in them and with how close he was, the bulge was right near your clit. You could feel it, and if you were being honest it didn't feel bad, you didn’t even think about it until he brought it up— “Why're you moving your hips like that bunny?” He asked.

His voice now sounded airy, and it took all of him to stop himself from moaning at your movements.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and laid you over his thighs, “never met a bunny, that is a brat” he said, dragging his hands down to your ass, “I know you want this bunny, tell me your okay with this..” he said, he waited for your answer.

You nodded and hummed a “mhm” for him, which made him happy, to hear you admit you wanted him.

“Listen, you just tell me when to stop..” he said trailing off and rubbing your ass more now.

“mmm’your ass, with this cute cotton tail, just looks so good” he said, “it’s fucking perfect..” he said, as his hand left your ass before he smacked it.

“Oh? Wasn’t expecting that huh bunny?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. “It’s what a brat like you deserves, no?” He asks as he smacks you ass again.

Your whimpers only made him like this more.

“how many..” you ask as you fix the headband again, “how many? However many I want bunny, plus your making such” he spanks you again, almost harder than the last one “pretty noises” he finishes as you whimper again.

He laughs at the sight of you, before rubbing your ass again, “oh bunny, look at how red your ass is..” he cooed as he kneaded it. “Your so beautiful huh?” He said, the change from his actions and praise could make you dizzy.

“My pretty bunny, yeah” he said before spanking you again, it caught you off guard, “your mine, y’not gonna let anyone else do this to you right?” He asked and nodded with a simple “yeah”

“Good bunny” he rubbed your ass, almost like a reward, before smacking you again, it seemed like a rhythm now. “My good, pretty bunny” with ever word he said aloud he smacked your ass each time, before kneading it.

“c’mere, it’s okay baby” he said, allowing you to get up and straddle him, which you did, almost out of fear he’d surprise you with another slap to your butt.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah, I’m okay” you said as his hands returned to your ass and he nodded before kissing you. “mm’ffuck you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he admitted as he pulled away from your lips.

“you’ve been wanting this?” You asked quietly, and he nodded as he kissed your neck, “been wanting this since the moment I saw you” he said returning his lips to your neck. If you were being honest, Leon was handsome, and you’d been wanting to make a move on him, so maybe this bunny costume wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before baby” he admits as he kisses your collar bone, you shiver at the way his lips feel on your skin, the way he places wet kisses there.

“keep making those pretty noises” he says as he kisses the other side of your neck. “look at the way your nipples look against this fabric hon” he said staring at your chest. “just begging for my attention huh? I’ll give it to you” he says he tugs a bit at them.

You let out a whimper “sensitive huh?” He asks.

How could you forget?

It’s ovulation week.

Leon pulls you out of your thoughts when he tugs at your bunny suit. “This is a one piece, no?” He asks knowingly, sliding your arms out. “just perfect to give me access to everything..” he says, pulling the suit down your body.

Revealing everything to him, your chest, to your genitals, it felt very exposing, but at the same time you liked the way Leon stared at your body in awe.

He moved his fingers down to your pussy, and rubbed his thumb over your clit, “so wet, I’m only rubbing your clit baby..” he teased you as he leaned into kiss you again while rubbing more.

“Can I slide my finger in bunny?” He asked, he stared at you intently before you nodded, he slid his finger in as he kissed you again, he pulled away slightly after kissing you “mmm’fuck your so fuckin hot..” he admitted as he kissed you again, his breathing quickened as well with every movement of his fingers sliding in and out.

“You want two?” he asks, before you could give him a yes he slid his middle finger in as well, a quiet whimper escaped your lips once again. “Love the way your movin your hips baby” he mumbled against you.

“want more, we both do” he said and curled his fingers, moving quicker, “m’your so good, your a good bunny” he mumbled before kissing you again.

“mmmhm” he hummed as he stared your pussy. “yeah come all over my fingers, squirmy bunny..” he said as he felt you clench all around his fingers. “bet y’taste delicious” he said as he lowered himself to your cunt.

“can I taste you princess? I bet you wanna be cleaned, right?” He asked for permission, before you nodded “mkay” you muttered and he looked at you, staring into your eyes as he connected his lips to your pussy, lapping at it, sliding his tongue over the slit and sucking on your clit.

“mm’bunny, you want a pillow?” He asked nicely against your pussy, it was a contrast to what he was doing, sucking at your clit with all he could, you let out a quiet moan, and he pulled away from your pussy, you let out a dissatisfied noise before he lifted your head up gently and placed a pillow below you.

It was easy to forget how nice he was, especially with he was treating you and.. your ass. But the gentleness from his hands made you feel comforted.

“I want you now bunny… you see how hard I am?” He said unzipping his pants and pulling both his pants and boxers down to let his cock be visible to you. You could see the precum smeared on his boxers.

You almost didn’t notice him lower back to your pussy until he said— “yeah put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll make you feel good, y’trust me bunny?” He asked licking at your clit again.

You nod and mutter a “yeah, I trust you”

“Good, now can I get inside this perfect cunt?” He asked you as you nodded, “good girl, bunny” he said as he slid his cock in.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size, and used that time to give you a few hickeys on your collarbone and neck.

He moved very slightly and heard you quietly ask if he could move now, he nodded for you and moaned as he started moving. “mm’ffuck bunny, you feel so good” he said as his skin slapped against you.

“Your so warm around me” he said kissing you “just take it” he put more weight on you to fuck deeper into you, “yeah take it bunny, that’s my sweet bunny, sweet n’sexy bunny” he said.

“Too much for you? too deep for my bunny to handle?” He asked, even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t have stopped, only if you asked him too, he could tell you enjoyed this, maybe even a bit more than him.

“You still okay baby?” He asked as he went quicker and harder into you “y-yeah” was all you could get out before he kissed you again. “Fuck that’s it, yeah..” he trailed off as he slammed harder, if that was even possible.

“My perfect bunny” he said, “y’close? Yeah?” He asked as you nodded at his first question, “me too, m’gonna come with you, yeah” he said kissing your cheek.

“That’s it, shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come” “mm’ffuck” he started getting a little lost in it two, as he began whimpering and trying to go quicker for you to reach your high.

“You want me to come in you bunny?” He asked, “yeah you’d like the idea of having some kids with me after I fill you up, huh?” He asked again as he was on the verge of coming. “I’d love to fuck some bunnies in you” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him.

He reaches down and starts playing with our clit, “yeah you love that baby, you should see your face” he says rubbing only a little bit faster, “want you to come with me” he said.

“fuck” he said softly as he came along with you, and kissed you gently, his movement didn’t stop he continued sliding his cock as deep as he could in you but he was slower now, more gentle almost.

He gave you a second to rest before he slid out of you slowly, making sure you’d feel all of him.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, “it’s leaking out of you bunny” he said as he stared at your guy’s cum mixed together, “you look so… sexy” he said “wanna get a taste of what we’re like, together” he said as he lowered himself down to your cunt again.

“m’no, too sensitive right, right now” you mumbled as you pulled softly at his hair. He chuckled quietly at your attempts to pull his face away from your cunt.

“Your too sensitive? I know baby, I know” he cooed “you can come for me again bunny, you have one more left for me, no?” He asked with a soft tone, hoping it would help his chances.

You decided to nod, you wanted it, you’d wanted him for a while now so why would you turn down his offer down.

He lapped at your pussy, sucking at your clit and even kissing it at some point, it was all so much and you came faster than the last two times. Maybe it was because you were sensitive, or it could possibly be because he was the first guy in your life to be so good at eating pussy.

He pulled away and laid down next to you while pulling you to lay on your side to look at him.

“been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted and placed another kiss on your cheek, “me, me too” you said relaxing, and snuggling up closer to him for more warmth.

“Really, I guess you should’ve worn a bunny costume sooner huh?” He said chuckling, “maybe” you simply said as you smiled at him. “Hm, I think we should clean up” he suggested and you nodded, “we should talk about, us” he said.

Right, now that you’ve had sex with your roommate and long-ish time crush, you should establish what you two were now. “C’mon bunny, I’ll clean you up, I’m sure a shower together would be nice right?” He said, as he picked you up by the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, a shower does sound good” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“and, since my bed is a mess how about I sleep with you tonight, wouldn’t want you to get cold” he said as he carried you into the bathroom. “Yeah” you said.

“you didn’t actually mean what you said right? That you liked the idea of fucking me to have kids, or as you said bunnies” you asked, “ah, uh, well I don’t hate the idea of having some bunnies with you, don’t get me wrong you’d look, great, pregnant” he chuckled “but only if you want them too, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as much as want and need” he said in a reassuring way.

“I don’t know if, having kids in university is the best idea, but I’m not opposed to having your babies” you said, it caught him by surprise, he had to take a quick moment to collect his thoughts.

“Yeah, but, you would look hot pregnant”

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The end 😊 (happy ever after idk)

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myouicieloz · 3 days

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Bittersweet memories

Yoo Jeongyeon x member!reader

Synopsis: Jeongyeon sees you’re feeling down and suggests going to the park, while the other girls are not home.

Warnings: just a lil angsty.

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: a silly prompt I thought abt rn lol this will be the last one of the series that i post here on tumblr, i think. i’ll keep updating in ao3 (for this specific series only)

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5

“Hey, baby maknae,” Jeongyeon calls, smiling. She looks so cute, with her eyes nearly closing as she tops you with her frame. The sensation of her shadows on you is enough to make you open your eyes, sitting on the couch. “Are you okay? Your breathing is kinda erratic.”

It was a slow day at the dorms. Nearly all the girls were busy with either a group or a solo schedule, which left you, Dahyun, and Jeongyeon all alone in the massive apartment. To anyone, it’d be a perfect time to relax, run errands, or work on some hobbies. You were trying to relax, though, but such a thing was still forbidden to your mind — the thoughts started to run at an overwhelming pace as soon as you lay down on the couch, in hopes of destressing.

Thankfully, the women whom you shared your life with were more than attentive to all of your mannerisms. You didn’t even have to say anything, and they’d be by your side, caring, nurturing. Each of them helps in a unique way.

You loved your girls so much it hurt.

“Yes, unnie. Just fine.” The lie flows easily from your mouth, in an automatic response. It’s only when Jeongyeon lifts her brow that you come to realize you don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have anything to hide — they’ve already seen all of your ugliest parts. Sighing, you add. “Sorry, it’s just, uhm, sorry. I was trying to relax, but I can’t… I still can’t focus on the thoughts too much. I get scared easily.”

Jeongyeong nods, pleased by your efforts to share your feelings with her. You’ve been going to therapy for a couple of months, and it’s been helping you to understand and deal with your feelings better. As a result, you’ve been expressing yourself better, and the girls were able to search for ways of making your routine easier each day. The engines of the big, complex clock that defined your being were slowly getting back into its place. It’s a slow, tiring process, but there’s been progress.

She sits by your side, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You took advantage of her proximity to hold her tight, hugging her even closer. Jeongyeon’s arms have always felt the safest to you. Her embrace sends warmth waves of love straight into your heart, and you smile against the woman’s skin.

“Thank you for telling me, beautiful.” You blossom under her praise, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Her hands go inside your hoodie to trace slow, delicate circles on your bare skin, exactly how she knows it’ll calm you down. “Perhaps some fresh air will help you feel a bit better? We can go for a walk. The members will take long to come home. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, unnie.” Although there’s hardly anything she suggested you wouldn’t do, simply because it’s her. “Let’s take a walk.”

Jeongyeon’s hands are cozy, and they fit perfectly against yours. You hold her delicately through all the way.

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The park is the girl’s assigned spot. It’s the place you’ve cried, laughed, and celebrated together ever since your trainee days. Whether it was to go on picnics, hikes, or simply feed the ducks on the lake, you’ve grown used to having such a place as your escape route.

You’re surprised that Jeongyeon led you to the basketball court, instead of the lake. However, what surprises you the most is the ball in her hands, which she shakes side to side in awkward motions.

“What are you doing?” You frown, watching her clumsy moves.

During your trainee days, you, Jeongyeon, and Momo would sneak out of the practice rooms once it all got too much. Your managers would always find the trio here, instead, laughing their hearts out in their own little world. Neither of you knew how to actually play, but being able to move around — wasting some well-needed nerves without the need to be perfect, and just have fun in general was enough. If you concentrated hard enough, you could still hear Momo’s loud laugh, combined with your loud cheers whenever Jeongyeon managed to score a shot.

Reminiscing such memories causes a growing ache in your heart. At the time, it seemed like things were so heavy: the crushing routine of practice, the stress of not knowing whether you’d make it through the next monthly evaluation, the immaturity of being so young… You thought it was the end of the world, back then. Now, looking through the hidden memories behind those feelings is enough for you to realize it wasn’t so bad, after all. Being able to window-shop at the mall without being recognized; the thrill of finally being able to buy that Nintendo you had been saving up for forever; whispering gossip with the girls after the lights were out when you had to be up early for dance lessons, on the next day.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. Something that seemed like a life ago, coming from a version of yourself trapped in another dimension. You felt like that wasn’t yourself anymore. It was impossible to recreate such memories, and even when you managed to do so, it just felt wrong, and weird.

You desperately wanted to go back to being that girl again. And it fucking sucked.

“I thought a little one-on-one could ease up your nerves. You used to love playing before.” Jeongyeon cares about you so much, thinking about the little details of the maknae she loved dearly. Holding on to something that did not exist anymore.

Just like you were. All of them.

Your mouth tastes bitter. Suddenly, you’re no longer interested in being outside — there’s a sudden urge to just go back to your room, curl up and cry.

You used to like going to the park and playing, before.

“So everyone keeps telling me.” You murmur, kicking a rock as your fists close inside your hoodie’s pockets. “About things I liked to do before the— episode.”

Sensing you’re not interested in playing — or maybe she just took a brief look on your face. With a red nose, watery eyes, and a big pout, it wasn’t difficult to tell you were about to burst into tears. Jeongyeon throws the ball away, opening her arms to you.

It’s instant: you run to her, crying as you mutter apologies and empty promises. You wish you still liked to do all of those things. That you weren’t so utterly, completely broken. You want to go back to when you were just a little troubled but fine.

Was it never going to stop hurting? Is this ache going to last forever?

“It’s okay, baby.” Jeongyeon’s calm voice soothes you, as she runs her hands through your hair. Your sobs are loud, probably drawing attention to the little kids playing on the nearby courts, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s okay. Much has changed, and that’s normal. It’s just life, baby. It’s simply life.” Gently grabbing your shoulders, the older woman brushes the tears away from your eyes. Staring at you with a serious face, she adds, “I love you, Y/n. We’re in this together, all of us. That’s what hasn’t changed: our love. Okay?”

You nod, somehow crying even more now that you are surrounded by such a strong love.

“We will make new memories, and find new hobbies. We’ll do whatever it takes. It might not be as fun or shiny as the old ones, but oh, Y/n… they’re going to be even more cherished and precious, I promise.” She promises, resting her forehead against yours. And you truly believe her words.

You love her more than words can say.

“I love you, unnie. Thank you.” You laugh through the tears, glad to have someone like Jeongyeon in your life.

Turning around, you make your way back, in the lake’s direction.

“And I love you more, baby. We’ll find a new hobby, don’t worry.” Her face turns thoughtful, her glasses complimenting her frame well. “Have you tried cooking? We really need another one in the dorms, things are getting unsustainable. I had to eat Nayeon’s food yesterday! Or, well, at least pretend, since it was disgusting. Not even poor Dobby ate it.”

You let out a loud laugh, this time, giving the older girl a playful hit.

Jeongyeon was right: things were not as they once were. The past was in the past, and it might be a good thing. From now on, you’d focus on making new memories, surrounded by the love and support from your family, your friends, and most importantly, from your girls.

#s.writes #twice angst #twice x you #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice jeongyeon #yoo jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #jeongyeon angst #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop x y/n #sol writes

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luvrrszn · 7 months

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and they were roommates *

COLLEGE ROOMATE!MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER (18+)

summary miguel o'hara is your roommate, and then he's more than that

warnings [all sexual themes are at the bottom end of the post] explicit/18+ (smut), unprotected sex, dom!miguel, not proofread

a/n (gif posted originally by @/cantstoptheimagines, can't figure out tumblr's gif shit so i'm doing this instead, hope that's okay :)) guys i'm so bad at writing smut please go easy on me also if u have requests PLEASEEE send them in i'm so bored

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"oi! you left your panties on the countertop again, you goblin! take it back!" miguel yells at you from your shared bathroom.

"my bad." you mumble, a piece of toast in your mouth as you shuffle into the bathroom, in a hurry to grab your underwear off the marble countertop.

miguel watches, amused, as you scramble to get your things together before your 8am class. it's 7:48am, and it takes you at least 15 minutes to drive to campus, and that's if you make every green light on your way there.

you're lacing up your sneakers by the door as miguel pours himself a cup of coffee. he walks over to shut the door behind you after you leave. as you run down the hallway to the elevator, he calls out after you, "buy some juice on the way back, we're out of that."

you give him a thumbs-up before disappearing around the corner.

—

you're cooking your favourite homemade meal—pesto pasta. turning off the stove, you turn around to grab a bowl from the shelves. when you turn back around, you see miguel hunched over your pan of pasta, mouth stuffed with food. YOUR food.

you slap him away from the pan, as he feigns hurt, "ow, ow, that hurts. now you gotta give me pasta to make up for it."

"you ate two bowls of instant noodles already, how are you still hungry? get away, boy." you swat his fork away.

"c'mon, please?"

you roll your eyes and give in.

you were never truly going to say no to miguel o'hara. you had cooked enough for two because you knew this was going to happen, and you knew you weren't going to say no to miguel.

—

"miguel! stop using my shampoo! and my lotion! you know they're super expensive, get your own!" you yell at him from the bathroom, inspecting the fullness—or now, emptiness of your body care products.

"hey, mami, what can i say? those are the real deal." he replies, barely looking away from his laptop.

"yeah, and they cost a shit ton. stop using my stuff and go back to your nasty 30-in-1 soap or whatever." you huff, glaring at miguel angrily.

—

saturday evenings are spent at the dining table going over the grocery list, preparing for your weekly sunday grocery runs.

saturday nights are spent on the sofa in the living room, watching a movie.

sunday mornings are spent at the grocery store, wandering down the aisles even though you've been there every sunday for the past year and a half, ever since you moved in with miguel after a mutual friend introduced the two of you upon finding out you were both looking for a roommate.

sunday noons are spent unpacking the bags of groceries, which more often that not contain bags of junk food that miguel somehow managed to sneak into the cart.

sunday afternoons are spent doing laundry. miguel loads the washing machine while you handwash the delicate pieces that require extra care. afterwards, you toss what can be put into the dryer into the dryer while miguel hangs up the rest of the clothes to dry. then, the two of you settle into a comfortable routine of folding laundry.

that's just how it was. every week, without fail.

—

the moment you fell for miguel was when you caught a horrible cold and he took care of you.

despite you trying to shoo him away multiple times, he never gave up.

"come on, princesa. you're sick, let me help you."

"i look like a hot mess right now, miguel. just leave me alone, i'll be okay." barely finishing your sentence, you broke out in a fit of coughs and wheezes.

"no can do. you're sick, so get your ass back into bed. i'll bring you some chicken soup, so for now, just rest." miguel replied, placing a bottle of water and some cold medicine on your bedside table.

when he returned, he found you curled up in your bed, duvet tucked under your chin. he placed the bowl of soup on your bedside table, before placing the back of his hand on your forehead, only to realise that you were burning up.

"take your meds, princesa. you're running a fever."

with his help, you washed your fever medicine down with a gulp of water. then, you snuggled back under the duvet. when miguel turned to leave, your hand shot out from under the duvet, grabbing his wrist. you croaked out a "stay".

without a word, miguel got into bed next to you, slipping his arm under your head. you curled into his chest, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart beating.

—

the moment miguel fell for you was when you left to visit family during summer break and he opened the refrigerator to find each shelf lined with containers of food.

you had left that morning, hand gripping your suitcase handle as you said to miguel, "try not to die, finding a new roommate with such short notice would be hard."

miguel grinned and flipped you the bird as you turned around and disappeared down the hallway to the elevator. closing the door behind him, miguel beelined for the refrigerator. maybe there was some yogurt he could have for a quick breakfast.

upon opening the refrigerator, he found that each shelf was packed containers of home-cooked meals, all prepared by you. well, that answered the question of why the apartment smelled so good when he got home last night.

there were containers of pasta, rice, chicken, salad, whatever you could think of, it was there. turning around, miguel spotted the sticky note you had left on the kitchen island. he picked up the light pink sticky note and read your note.

"seriously though, miggy. try not to die. i'd be a little sad if you did."

he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.

—

you are the one who first confesses your feelings. on saturday night, after movie night, you gather all your courage and say, "miguel, look, i-i have to tell you something. and when i do, or even after i do, i need you to promise you won't hate me."

miguel's heart is racing. worries fill his head and his heart, and he can't help but wonder if you are going to tell him that you want to move out. he takes a deep breath, and replies steadily, "i could never hate you. go ahead, princesa."

you turn to look at miguel, and you say, "you're my best friend, and there's nothing i wouldn't do for you. you know that, right?" he nods.

taking in a shaky breath, you continue, "i like you. and it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i can't remember a time where i didn't know you, and i'm not sure i want to either. so if you don't feel the same way, can we at least still stay—"

"shut up," miguel cuts you off.

you're taken aback, stammering, "w-what?"

"just shut up," miguel repeats as he moves towards you, encasing your lips with his. you let out a slight gasp, and miguel takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more. it's hungry and passionate, but also gentle and reassuring. words were no longer needed; words weren't enough for miguel to express how much he liked you back.

you let miguel take control. you surrender, savouring every moment of the kiss.

and it leaves you breathless.

—

from that night on, nothing much changes. but at the same time, everything changes.

your weekend routines remain the same, but throughout the week, there's sex. so. much. sex.

miguel's sex drive is crazy, and you can barely keep up. not that you're complaining.

"miguel," you let out a breathy moan. your left hand is tangled in his hair, your right hand littering his back with scratches. miguel fucks you relentlessly, pulling his hips back and slamming into you in one fluid motion.

his hands slide downwards towards your nipple, and he toys with them, tugging gently and rubbing them between the pad of his thumb and his index finger. one of his hands slides even further downwards, and traps your clit. he rubs slow circles on it, drawing a moan past your lips.

his coordination is crazy, and you're stimulated in all the right places.

miguel senses that you're near your climax, and he speeds up, slamming into you with such tenacity that you almost believe he's in such a rush because the world might be ending in two seconds.

miguel goes faster, rougher, deeper, helping you chase your finish. the knot in your stomach tightens, tightens, tightens—then it snaps. you scream miguel's name as you cum all over his cock and go limp, seeing stars from what you think might have been the best orgasm of your life.

still deep in you, miguel feels every contraction of your pussy around his cock. you tighten around him, and after two more strokes of his hips, you're milking his cock for every drop of his cum.

out of breath, you lay there on the bed while miguel cleans up the mess on the bedsheets.

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that afternoon, as you take out the trash, you bump into your next door neighbour, mrs palma. she looks and you and chuckles, "glad the two of you finally got together, but keep it down, wouldya, sweetheart?"

you turn as red as a tomato.

#📓—juniwrites #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #across the spider-verse

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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fan Comic: Stares in this Town - Tanjirou's Tempura Therapy

Context: The above work is a comic adaptation of a scene from my Inotan fic Stares in this Town, illustrated by the talented ReName_重名君. It's set 2 years after the main story ends. Tanjirou and Inosuke are 17 years old. Their hair has grown a little longer, they're a little taller with less roundish faces. They work in the Wisteria Garden, an eatery that the Kamados have just inherited from their neighbour. Tanjirou is the head chef, assisted by Nezuko, while Inosuke and Zenitsu work in the front of house. Inosuke doesn't wear his boar mask but he still tugs at Tanjirou's clothes when he's stressed.

If you read Stares in this Town, this scene comes after the point where Inosuke, initially reluctant to take up his new role, starts his first work day proper after mistakenly believing that Tanjirou has challenged him to do so.

Support banner by @cafekitsune

Author's Notes I'm absolutely thrilled to share this collaboration with the incredibly talented ReName_重名君, whose fantastic works you might have come across in my tumblr (ahem, I promise I haven't forgotten about this translation project, life's just been a whirlwind lately, but I'll definitely get around to it soon!). I'll spare you from my gushing (I already left ReName_重名君 a semi-essay about how incredible I thought her work was), but let me just say that seeing one of my favorite scenes brought to life in her art style and interpretation truly brought tears to my eyes. Inosuke's shirt-pulling and the feeding trope are some things I really enjoy, so I'm over the moon to see them visualized here. I barely provided any art direction beyond using my fic as a reference, so I was absolutely astounded by how seamlessly ReName_重名君 incorporated elements from canon (like the chibis and that first frame on the second page from the famous "you make me feel secure" scene) with her own interpretation of my story. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate how handsome and grown-up our boys look in her style? And Tanjirou's gentle and domestic demeanor is just too adorable - they look like such a cute newly-married couple! (though, in these scenes, they haven't actually gotten together yet). Okay, I'm getting carried away with excitement, so I'll stop gushing now. I hope you enjoy this comic as much as I do, and while this collaboration was definitely initiated for my own enjoyment, it would mean the world to me if you let me know that you're also enjoying it. And if you haven't checked out the fic yet, please give it a read here. Additionally, if there are any scenes from my other works that you’d like to see a visual interpretation of, feel free to let me know in the work’s comments. I cannot promise that it’ll happen, but I’ll certainly consider it if ReName_重名君’s schedule allows! Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This comic is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly create for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Insomnia - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: Just two friends, helping each other sleep in filthy ways

A/n: it is just like me to post a smut not only on a Monday but also on the day Tumblr decides to add content filters by default, boooooo!

Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not fucking interact, friends to lovers, unprotected sex

“Are you asleep?” You turn to the still figure beside you,

“Yeah. You?”

“Idiot.” You snort at Eddie’s reply.

Eddie switches the lamp on and immediately regrets it as he blinds you both. “Ugh, shit what time is it?”

You squint your barely-adjusted eyes at the clock on his dresser,

“Uhhh, 3am.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Eddie whines.

It must be the sleep deprivation that emboldens you, or the close proximity to Eddie, or the slight buzz leftover in your system.

“If neither of us can sleep, why don’t we have sex?” Eddie’s eyes snap open as you speak, shit have you just crossed a line?

It's not like neither of you had ever thought about it, in fact you’re both acutely aware of the tension between you. As are all of your friends. Friends who don’t appreciate you sucking the juice from an ice pop, cheeks hollowing, never breaking Eddie’s gaze while he practically sweats opposite you, while they’re just trying to enjoy a game of D&D. Friends who also don’t appreciate Eddie having to “readjust” himself when you bend over in low cut tops. Friends who don't understand how you could possibly sleep in the same bed together and not be fucking on the down low.

“Did you finally fall asleep?” You ask quietly when Eddie hasn’t spoken in several minutes, you can see he’s staring up at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought. You fiddle with the old shirt you've borrowed to sleep in,

“I’m honestly not sure. See, I’m fairly sure I’m dreaming right now because there is no way you just said what I think you did.”

“If you’re going to be weird about it, the offer is off the table. I’m just trying to think of ways we can get to sleep.” You’re hoping this will provide enough cushioning to soften the blow if he rejects you, that this could be chalked up as a dumb joke and not a cripplingly embarassing moment your friendship might never recover from.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just never expected you’d be the one propositioning me ‘s all. I always assumed our rampant sexual chemistry would culminate in me begging you on my hands and knees.”

“I mean, I can get on my knees if you’d like.” Eddie laughs, rolling over to face you instead of his ceiling, you can’t help but smile as you see his face, it’s almost criminal how attractive he is.

“I’d love to see it, maybe not at 3am though.”

“Is that your way of letting me down gently?” You can’t help the small pout of your lips as you speak,

“Fuck no, just figure if we’re trying to sleep we should probably stay cosy.” To emphasise his point he pulls you close to him, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and pulls the covers around you both. He starts slowly, fingertips ghosting over your soft jaw, your head instinctively tilting up to his, silently willing him to kiss you. He knows you well, too well, his lips meeting yours with no hesitation, knowing what you want. All the times you had imagined this moment, it was a rushed moment, hard, rough, the culmination of years of pent up desire. This? This was soft, made you melt into his arms, a kiss that made you never want to leave this moment, never leave his bed.

Both of your breathing gets heavier as Eddie's hands start to wander, rubbing circles with his palms onto your hips, grazing the top of your underwear with the slightest touch, you come away from his lips with a soft sigh,

"Still with me?" Eddie catches your chin and tilts your head to look up at him, "We can stop if you're not into this."

You shake your head, "Don't want to stop, don't want to ever stop."

Eddie chuckles softly, running his thumb slowly over your swelling bottom lip,

"I mean, we'd have to stop at some point sweet girl, we'd need food, and water." Your conflicted expression makes Eddie laugh again, "I promise I'd come right back after getting those boring life sustaining things."

"Better."

Eddie pulls you back in for another soft, sweet kiss, still giggling softly as your lips find each other. You wrap your leg around his waist and pull him in, allowing no space between you, Eddie's hands are at your lower back, his left coming down to rub your thigh, before continuing its descent down your leg, coming back up to your body at a snail's pace, as if he's mapping your legs, mapping a path to where you need him most. You waver again as his hand tracks up your inner thigh, inching closer to your core, Eddie's hand stills and he pulls away from your lips,

"Everything okay?" His brown eyes are on you, assessing you, trying to figure out if he's pushed you too far.

"I'm fine. Its just," your stomach is flipping and your cheeks are burning at your next admission, "Eddie, don't make fun of me, but I'm really, um, worked up from you just kissing me."

He wants to tease you about it, so badly, but how can he refuse such a sweet face, asking him so sweetly?

"You don't think you've had a similar effect on me?" Eddie's eyebrow quirks, he had a point there, you'd been feeling evidence of that effect since you'd wrapped your leg around him. Eddie's hand comes back to your thigh, his other holding your face, guiding you to look at his face while his hand creeps ever closer. He's not quick enough to hide the surprise on his face when he gets to your centre and finds you soaking through your underwear,

"Not a word, Munson."

"Sorry but no deal, all this for little old me?"

"Nothing little about you." You counter as you press yourself into him more, feeling his rock hard length through his boxers.

"Flatterer." Eddie mutters as he hooks his fingers into the elastic, gently guiding your leg away from him so he can pull them off, before he returns your leg to his hip, his fingers now stroking slow paths up and down your folds, his eyes trained on yours, watching your face. His fingers move inwards and you hiss as he brushes past your clit, then back again when he realises what he's found, there's a mischievous smirk on his face and he leans in to whisper to you,

"Hmm, now I really don't see what the hell that guy's issue was last month." He's referring to your last date, at the end of which you'd gone to Eddie's, flopping down on his sofa and declaring men who cannot find the clit to be useless and making up a worryingly large portion of your dating history.

You want to sass him, tell him he's being cocky but your brain is suddenly occupied by the sensation of Eddie's calloused fingers rubbing around your clit, your eyes feel heavy and you want to close them, your head instinctively turning to face the pillow but Eddie's free hand is gripping your chin, forcing you to look at his face

"Nuh-uh, you're going to look at my face while I make you come with my hands. No hiding that pretty face." The intensity of his gaze leaves you breathless, and his incessant attention to your clit means you have no chance to catch your breath, instead your breathing comes in ragged gasps that get faster the closer he pushes you, your starting to flinch away from his touch as you teter on the edge of overstimulation,

"Shh, I'll make it better." Eddie's fingers glide through your slick to your entrance, entering you slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

"Fuck." Is all you're able to mewl at the fullness once he's knuckle deep, your eyes getting teary. Eddie nods in agreement, starting to work his fingers inside you while his thumb toys with your clit, you're quickly back at the edge of your orgasm, Eddie's pupils are dilated and his breathing is matching yours, clearly getting off on watching you come undone by his hand. You swear the air surrounding you is getting hotter, heavier, making it harder to breathe, you can feel the pressure in your body building, making you tremble until finally, you're reaching your peak, clawing at Eddie's arm and with a loud cry of his name, eyes squeezing shut so tight that tears stream down your face. Eddie keeps his hand in place until you've ridden out your high, planting kisses on your forehead.

"More, I need more." You breathe out, cringing slightly at the desperate whine in your voice,

"You sure?" Eddie waits until you're a bit more coherent, shaking less like a leaf in a hurricane. You nod enthusiastically and he rolls over to his nightstand before a flurry of curse words leave his lips,

"Shit fucking - goddamn." You can guess the cause for his frustration,

"Eddie… its fine."

"Shit, sorry." Eddie flops back down onto the bed, a little grouchy.

"No, Eddie. Its… fine." You hope he understands the look you're giving him, otherwise you might just be pulling a demented face.

"You're sure?"

"100 per cent."

Eddie is still slightly hesitant as he hovers above you, hands either side of your head,

"Really sure?" You nod and Eddie shakes his head, "No, you need to use words for this."

"I want this, I want you." You feel your stomach lurch a little with anticipation as Eddie's bare cock lines up with your entrance, and sinks in, inch by inch. As you'd commented earlier, there is nothing small about Eddie, despite his earlier efforts you're still left with a slight sting as your snug walls adjust to him.

"Fuuucking hell." Your turn to nod in agreement, a little dumb struck by how good it feels to be so full of Eddie. A whimper escapes your lips as Eddie gives his hips a tentative roll, and almost instinctively your body draws him close, legs locking around his waist, arms pulling him down until he lands on you with a soft "oof". Once he's certain he hasn't squashed you Eddie starts rolling his hips again, setting a deep and drawn out rhythm, your g spot being stimulated with every motion, your walls hugging his length so tightly that you swear you can feel every vein on his cock.

Your moans are music to his ears, especially when his name is interspersed between them, he can hear the pitch change as you get closer, so he staves off his own orgasm, determined to get you there first, he doubles down, upping his tempo and teasing your neck while whispering in your ear,

"This pussy is fucking perfect, you know that? You're fucking perfect."

You try to disagree but he cuts you off by sucking a hickey onto the side of your neck. He comes away from your neck to peck your lips once, and as soon as he does your hands are pushing the hair away from his face so you can see just how blown his pupils are, see the flush that starts at his cheeks and trails down to his chest.

"You're fucking perfect." You manage to stutter out between gasps and moans, your hands travelling to his back and digging in, leaving angry red lines as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I'm so fucking close Eddie."

"Don't hold back on me now." Eddie flashes you a smile and with a well timed thrust he has your walls clenching around him while you leave more angry lines down his back, you're fairly sure your vision goes blurry for a few seconds while the pleasure short circuits your brain. Its Eddie kiss that brings you back, desperate and hungry this time.

"Baby, you need to drop your legs or I can't pull out." Eddie pants as he ruts into you, your legs are still locked around his waist and he's perilously close.

"Don't." There's an irresistible grin on your face and Eddie curses,

"Shit, you sure?" You nod, "No, no, words again please. Hurry." Eddie's sweating and biting his lip, desperately trying to hold back but unable to stop himself from fucking you,

"Eddie, don't pull out." That's all it takes to completely knock the air from his lungs, and he's finishing inside you with the hottest fucking groans you have ever heard, hips never stilling as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

He collapses down beside you, swearing and sweaty as he comes down from his high. You wait until you can hear that both of you are breathing normally and ask him again,

“Are you asleep?”

“Baby, I physically do not have another round in me. Give me ten minutes.” You slap his arm and he winks at you,

"So, quick question… Just how many girls are you screwing?" You ask, referring to the lack of condom availability.

"Tragically, the ones I had expired, I thought I had bought more but apparently not." You try to stifle the giggle, you really do.

"Shut up." Eddie's laughing with you too, pulling you close to his chest, making you wrinkle up your nose when your skin sticks to his.

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan

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cheesus-doodles · 2 months

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Hello, it's been a while since I visited your blog, as the end of school and the beginning of adulthood have taken up more of my time recently. Nevertheless, I'm glad to revisit your blog and see new posts. It brings back memories of the old days when I was in the tokyo revengers fandom, spending weekends reading the manga and some fanfics on tumblr.

I don't think this question has been asked before, but I've always been curious about the personality of the author. I know there are descriptions in your posts, but I'd love to hear more about it in your own words. It seems more intriguing to me.

I'm not sure when you'll read this or what time it is, but I hope you continue to be as creative as you've been. Your posts motivated me to return to writing and develop my talent in that. ♡︎

hello again anon! welcome back to this little corner of the internet, I'm glad to you thought of here enough to return ^^ ahh the transition from school to workplace is definitely not easy, remember to be kind to yourself! super nice ask, yes I most definitely will keep writing as and when I have time, and I'm super happy to hear that my rants into the abyss have motivated you :) take care of yourself anon!

Also if I'm interpreting this correctly, I think you're asking about the personality of the reader? Do let me know if I'm wrong though, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions you have!

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A Friend in Me: Chapters 1 | 2‎ | 3

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I have done the personality of Boss from the Red Dragonflies AU here previously, so I'll talk more about the nameless reader from A Friend In Me/Going Home here!

I always imagined reader to be this rather socially awkward and emotionally sensitive individual, yet very friendly and easygoing person. Its not like you don't want to have friends - its not easy being the outcast in school, having to be the one looking in all the time and knowing that you weren't going to be picked for teams during physical education class, having to eat lunch alone. Not because the rest of your classmates and schoolmates hate you per se(before the arrival of your Toman boys and their interferrence, at least), but rather because barely anyone knows you exist.

You have never been very good at putting yourself out there despite wanting to know people and make friends, and when you do, you're always nervous and anxious. And this would lead to you believing that even the mere act of reaching out to others makes you a burden. You can't quite trust others on their word even when they were happy to make friends with you, continuing to think that they're putting on an act out of sympathy for you, and at the end of the day, you're simply troubling them.

Of course your confidence increases by leaps and bounds after meeting your Toman boys and seeing that you are actually capable of being sociable and putting yourself out there, and even after the same delinquents you called friends stripped you of your newfound confidence around your schoolmates, this doesn't deter you from attempting to find your own way in the world, much to the boys' chagrin.

In general, you would also be a pretty carefree and easygoing for the most part, happy to just be included in whatever that is going on. The reader I have in my mind when writing is always up for anything that her boys suggest, and despite your rather quiet nature, your sense of adventure hasn't been lost. Be it motorcycle rides in the middle of the night, or something more gut-sinking like watching the boys spar, you never really said no. And though you said you were okay with it, the Toman founders would try never to pick a fight in front of you - god only knows how you would react and they wouldn't want to have to deal with that.

Most definitely an easily manipulated person, you rely heavily on the emotions of the people around you to try and tell if you are being a good friend and if they liked you enough to keep you around. Which makes you susceptible to being influenced by the merest suggestion of unhappiness or anger at your actions, falling over yourself to correct yourself in a bid to stop that friend from leaving you. Even when you do eventually start to stand up for yourself - e.g. when you have someone to defend - enough pressure usually can still get you to fold like a wet paper towel, and it would be interesting to find out when you will finally draw the line.

It is pretty unfortunate that being the pushover you are is part of the reason why the yandere Toman boys like you so much (because you do whatever they want without complaint and pamper them in return for the bare minimum), so it will be a balancing game to try and prevent temper flaring; these are delinquents that you are dealing with at the end of the day, and even if they would hesitate to turn their fists directly at you, the darling of their world, everyone else around you is free real estate the moment you start misbehaving in their eyes. And boy, it'll be a matter of whether you give in first, or someone dies first.

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pinkjwy · 5 months

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destress | jang wonyoung x fem!reader

contents: established relationship, light angst, soft sex.

warnings: none

synopsis: wonyoung gets worked up from her work, you as her girlfriend decides to let her destress.

word count: 1.04k

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notes: hello! this is my first fic and first smut ever posted on tumblr, i’ve always wanted to create a writing blog, i hope it’s not too bad! feel free to comment or give feedback as it’ll help me improve my writing and create better content :)

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“how many times do i have to tell you not to leave your things on my makeup table, i know damn well you’re more than capable at putting your things away. stop irritating me.”

flabbergasted at her sudden presence and her words, you stood from your bed and headed straight next to your girlfriend who is hurriedly cleaning up her table with a scowl on her face, “i’m sorry baby i was planning to do that before you came home, you didn’t tell me you were done with your schedule…”

she turns to face you, her eyebrows furrowed, “do i have to tell you to make you clean up? what are you, a child?”

you frown at her words, feeling your heart sink. she’s never been this harsh to you before.

“jang wonyoung. what’s the problem with you? is my tiny bag on your table really an issue to you, do you really have to talk to me like that?”

just then, the scowl on her face is replaced with a look of guilt at the tone of your voice. she gripped your wrist gently,

“i-i’m so sorry yn, i didn’t mean to lash out like that,” she turned her head to the side, unable to face your saddened eyes. “i know i shouldn’t be making excuses for my behaviour but work has really been getting to my head, everything annoys me now.”

you adjust her wrist on your hand to intertwine your hands together, “let’s sit down.” you drag her to sit on the edge of the bed, your thumb softly caressing the back of her hand. “you should’ve let me know you were stressed out, you know i’m always here for you right, baby?” you look at her worriedly.

“i didn’t have the time to tell you, i could barely text you, what more to call you.” wonyoung looks down at your intertwined hands, a pout on her face.

she looks up at your eyes, “are you mad at me? i will make up to you–“

“i’m not mad at you, although i was a bit disappointed at how you acted earlier, but i’m okay now. oh and you better promise to tell me if you’re ever feeling stressed again. i won’t let you go through it alone, what’s the point of being your girlfriend if i don’t know about your feelings? i’ll tell you again, i am always here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

“okay, i promise. and i’ll make up the time to talk to you no matter how busy my schedules get.” she raised your hand and gave it a kiss, then placed another on your lips. you smile at the gesture, your heart beaming with joy.

“great, thank you baby. do you need help taking off your makeup?”

“yes please.”

—

you lay in bed with your girlfriend next to you, now makeup-less and clean in her silky pajamas. she let out a huff as she laid her head on her pillow.

you scoot closer next to her, you turn her head by the jaw to peck her soft lips. “sorry, you looked too kissable there.” she giggled at your words, her eyes sleepy.

wonyoung closed her eyes as you continued to kiss at her temple, her forehead, her nose, her cheek, her jaw then down to her neck, where she’s the most sensitive. you sense her shiver as your breath tickles her skin.

you move to sit on her hips, “just relax baby, i’ll make you feel good.”

you unbuttoned her top, then made your way to kiss, then lick along her collarbone, which made your girlfriend hum with delight.

your eyes move towards her bare chest, wonyoung doesn’t wear a bra to sleep. you take in the sight of her beautiful erect nipples, flicking and rolling both of them with your thumbs. wonyoung lets out a whine. you take in one of the nipples in your mouth, letting your tongue run over it, then sucking the nub like its your last meal while you let your thumb play with the other. wonyoung continued letting out small gasps at your ministrations.

then, you continued licking around her breast, leaving hickies on her sides and her underboob. the only places where you can leave them without arising any questions.

wonyoung grips at your hair, “baby, touch me already.”

“patience baby.” you say, but you obey her order immediately, removing her shorts and pushing her underwear to the side, not forgetting the wet patch present on her underwear.

you place your head between her milky thighs before giving a long lick at her sopping cunt, another whine comes out of your girlfriend’s mouth. then, fast, short licks on her pussy make the grip on your hair tighten.

you slide two fingers inside her hole, pumping the digits easily thanks to the slick coating your fingers. you don’t forget to play with her clit, thumbing and rolling it which wonyoung responds to by arching her back. you have to place a hand on her stomach to keep her flat on the bed.

your fingers caress her walls in a gentle, steady pace. which is apparently not enough for the girl as she begs,

“m-more please, faster,”

which prompts you to add another digit and increase the pace so now the girl under you is practically screaming, her face scrunched in pleasure.

you can feel that she’s close to cumming when her hole clenches your fingers so tight and her gasps get louder. you quicken your pace once more, positioning your hand in an angle that penetrates her deeper while simultaneously stimulating her clit.

with her eyes pressed shut, back arched and finally with a scream, she cums undone all over your fingers. you let her ride out her high before she places a hand over yours, signalling you to stop.

you cradle her jaw before placing a sloppy, wet kiss on her lips. “you took me so well baby, i hope i helped you destress.” you said.

wonyoung looks at you with droopy eyes, “you definitely did. thank you, i love you.” she places another chaste kiss on your lips.

“i love you too,” another peck. “ i’ll clean you up, just rest.”

wonyoung hums back in response, before sleep overtakes her.

#jang wonyoung imagine #ive smut #ive imagine #wonyoung smut #wonyoung imagine #girl group imagine #girl group smut #gxg #ive

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faeriekit · 11 months

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Quiet Respite 🕸️❤️🦇

find the whole thing on Ao3 or read the previous updates here on tumblr

A DC x MCU fic inspired by Dark Matter, Cassandra Cain meets Peter Parker in an exploratory romance slash “mystery” fic. (If you’ve read a lot of these before, you pretty much can tell what’s going on in the background.) Features: Cass’s turn as POV character, use of sign language, the flimsiest timeline you’ve ever seen, teen romance, hurt/comfort, implied homelessness, fight scenes, Cass’s teen rebellion arc, Spider-Man villain arc?? (whoopsie), and a good deal of sneaking around. Updates on tumblr before ao3.

Previous updates are listed above, so if you don’t want to start off with ch 15 below, click on those. This is just to consolidate a big post into something slightly smaller. Anyway, enjoy the continuation of Peter’s trauma-induced depression arc.

🕸🕷🕸❤

The next day is dance class.

Baby Bat’s school will be waiting for him tomorrow, which means Peter will either go, or not go.

That’s a tomorrow problem. Today, Cass has dance.

She hovers her hand over Peter’s stomach. “Can I…touch?” She uses her voice to ask.

He lets her touch. She gently prods his ribs.

“They don’t hurt anymore,” Peter whispers as he signs, exhausted, but awake. “I ate. I slept. I healed.”

He heals quickly, then. Some creatures do. Cass nods.

“Okay.” Cass can sign that one without even looking at him. She rolls off of her bed. “We are going.”

Peter frowns. He’s confused. “We…?” he starts, but his hands fall before finishes his thought. He’s too tired.

Cass hums a doing chores song that Alfred likes. “Mmhmm,” she vocalizes in her throat, more thought than sound. She reaches underneath her Peter, and he barely even flails. So gentle with her.

“Wait, where are we—?” He squawks. If he’s signing, it’s at the wrong angle for Cass to see. “What?? Cass— Wait—“

Having his bare skin against her arms is kind of nice. He’s kind of squishy. Cass is hopeful that with more food, he might be even squishier. His body is a little too cold. He needs clothing.

Cass makes it over to the door. An almost-free hand wiggles enough to get Cass’s fluffy purple robe from the hook on back of it, and positioning Peter beneath it makes it fall neatly onto his face.

Peter makes a wounded noise. But he’s not hurt. Cass whistles Alfred’s cleaning tune and opens the door with a careful stretch and her toes.

Cass pokes her head through the door.

Cass looks left. Cass looks right.

“I don’t think anyone is here,” Peter murmurs, close to her ear. He’s looking where she’s looking but— right. Peter and the spider are the same. He can hear things Cass can only feel whispers of. She nods. She carries him down to Bigger Bird’s room.

Bigger Bird’s not here, but his pants are. Cass pulls open a drawer with her toes (new skill!), sticks Peter closer, and let him choose.

…And prods him to choose, when he doesn’t.

“Are we stealing?” Peter mumbles, upset. But he picks a pair of shiny, dark blue shorts. “Because I stopped that now.”

“No. Giving back. Later.”

“Oh. Well, then.”

Baby Bat’s shirts fit better. Cass walks them across the hall to Baby Bat’s room, stepping over the clutter and noise to get to his closet.

“It is a little weird how comfortable you are with going into other people’s closets,” Peter says under an exhausted sigh. Cass understands most of the sentence: the part that says This is weird. The rest is probably about the clothing.

“One child,” she accuses of him easily. “Normal.”

Peter barely looks at the shirts. He picks one off the closet without examining it. “Only child?”

“Mmhmm.” What’s the difference?

The door cracks open. Cass knows it’s going to be Baby Bat, so she doesn’t worry. Baby Bat likes Peter. He appears in the doorway, head-speakers half on and half off, computer under his arm. “Ca— Peter?!”

Peter’s head lolls in Baby Bat’s direction. Cass shifts to accommodate him. “…Hi,” says Peter.

“You’re in my house?” Baby Bat asks, confused. His eyebrows are pushed together. He doesn’t understand why they’re in his room, or in his room, together.

“…I have been? For a few days?” Peter asks, more confused than Baby Bat is. Cass hasn’t told him they were hiding him.

(To be fair, she thought it was obvious.)

“Shirt, please,” Cass rasps, and gestures to Peter, clad in only her purple robe and with his stuck-up hair.

Thankfully, signing: “Okay??” only takes one hand and a strong expression. Cass loves Baby Bat. She might kiss his hair on the way out.

Cass wheels them out into the hallway, almost backs into a fancy art thing on a tiny table, and ferries Peter back into her room.

His dirty clothes and his metal skin are still on her floor. They’ll have to stay there until Alfred cleans her room tomorrow and the laundry goes away.

Peter. Stands. He holds the clothes. He doesn’t change.

That’s okay. Cass takes his choices from his hands and carefully guides him through the process. Sometimes just touching the body is enough to bring someone back to it. His arms go up. The shirt goes over his head. Cass touches each foot to guide his legs into the shorts.

His body is dressed, although he is without shoes. Cass fetches skinny little socks from her drawer, because his body is always too cold to her touch and loving people means giving heat and warmth.

Hm. Maybe he should have her jacket too.

Bigger Bat is fending for himself in doing job things. Bigger Bird is doing day work in his very far, very smelly city. Baby Bat already likes lying to Bigger Bat for fun.

All Cass has to do is take Peter into the car with her.

…With Alfred.

Cass is very gentle with Peter. He’s strong and he’s healed and she doesn’t have to be gentle, but Bigger Bat is always gentle with Cass even though he doesn’t have to be too. She takes Peter’s hand to walk him downstairs for fear that he won’t come after her if she doesn’t. They slip through the long halls and heavy doors of Cass’s new nest on socked feet.

Alfred is already at the door when Cass and Peter get there. When Cass puts herself between Alfred and Peter, it’s almost unconscious.

Alfred looks up.

Alfred looks down.

He does not look…surprised.

“I had thought Cass was hiding a cat,” Alfred signs, slowly and precisely, as he always does.

“P-e-t-e-r,” Cass fingerspells instead. She tries not to look sheepish. She is doing a good thing. She doesn’t have to be shy about it.

“Indeed. To the car?” Alfred signs, and speaks, in case Peter doesn’t understand ASL.

Peter doesn’t sign back; but still, he’s pliable. Cass guides him into the car, and he buckles himself in.

They go to dance.

Peter doesn’t dance, but that’s okay; Alfred is clear with his words and tone that say Leave him alone and Be nice at the same time, and all the same ballerinas who had watched Cass be tossed with envy are careful and quiet with him.

The music plays. A dozen feet fall on the same beat, and Cass dances.

Arms. Legs. Bend. Twirl. Dip, and bend. Turn. Angle her head, just so, so that Cass can watch Peter without breaking the line of perfectly organized dancers.

Peter watches, legs crossed, knees up to his chin.

The lessons end, and the ballerinas leave— kindly waving to Cass, to Peter, with shy shoulders and soft-spoken concern. They’re nice. Cass loves dance-partners. They mean as much to her as fight-partners ever could.

The ballerinas leave. The teacher, in her black leotard and taut leggings, leaves.

Cass doesn’t leave. The floors smell like wood and wax. There’s the smell of sweat and emotion in the air. The mirror is the only cool part of the humid, sweaty room. Cass, not Batgirl and yet in a black bodysuit, sits beside Peter.

Peter says nothing.

Cass says nothing.

…Cass holds out a hand.

Peter. Looks at it. He isn’t sure he wants to take it, she can tell— knows what it’s for, but doesn’t have the energy to do anything about the gesture.

“Please,” Cass asks. Animals that do not move are doomed to die.

Her spider sees the expression on her face. His own falters because of it.

His grip is hesitant, but Cass is certain. She hauls him to his feet and puts them in pose: their fingers entwined, his palms to her, her body to his, her cheek to his collarbone.

For a moment, they just breathe, in silent embrace.

And then Cass moves, and Peter moves with her, two minds and one body.

Peter only follows old memories at first; muscle memory works to keep his body upright, to bend and to hold her, to keep Cass steady and sure.

But Cass knows what’s going to happen before it happens; her spider is a creature of movement, just like her.

Slowly, as she spins, as he follows, his eyes soften. His practiced care becomes intentional. Then it becomes artistic, and Peter joins her in the music.

The girl who wears Batgirl’s skin and a spider boy dance in an empty studio, arm in arm, dancing to music she has heard in her dreams. Their footsteps are a whisper of an echo against the plaster walls and glass mirror around them. Cass can see their reflections when she’s angled to— in the sunset angling through the windows, they are little more than the shadows they pretend to be.

She isn’t surprised when Peter lifts her— she knows he knows she likes it— but the relief that Peter feels safe enough to play a little makes her laugh. Openly. Loudly.

Peter’s eyes go wide with awe.

Cass can’t help but adore him for it.

He slowly lets her down. He doesn’t let go of her.

It’s good that he doesn’t. She wants to (and she does) angle Peter’s head down, until she can press a kiss to his curls. She pulls him in close and he comes to her.

Tears find Cass’s shirt. She welcomes them as long as Peter needs to cry them.

“T-they’re,” Peter hiccups, too close to her to sign. “They’re gone. Everyone’s gone. My aunt, my friends, my…my team, my uncle.”

Cass knew some of that. Not the details. Her arms circle around him so she can pull him tighter. “I’m here,” Cass whispers.

There’s a sob against her chest. “What do I do? Where do I go from here? Everyone’s…”

“I’m here,” Cass whispers again, because it’s the truth. “Let me…help. Brothers help. Dad helps.”

“They’re not…” Peter grips her back— careful not to crush her, not like Cass had hurt him days before. “They’re your family. Not mine.”

Cass clicks her tongue. That can easily change. Once upon a time, the Bat hadn’t been her parent either. Now she has two-and-more brothers and parent and a purple friend and an Alfred. “Can share.” And then, because she means it: “Stupid.” She bonks her head down onto his. Peter’s laugh is watery, but it’s bright.

Cass carries Peter to the car this time. He almost smiles.

(Alfred does.)

“I hope you understand that this does require you to be at dinner, young Masters,” Alfred says, signing the gist to Cass as they go. Cass catches most of it, though his white gloves make it hard to tell where Alfred’s fingers are.

Cass sticks out her tongue. Peter splutters, wide-eyed.

(They trade the sight of pink tongues all the ride home.)

(Alfred pretends not to see them, but Cass catches his smile in the mirror at odd glances.)

#dc x marvel #quiet respite #faer fic #NO Marvel ONLY Spider-man #dcu crossover #mcu #but only mcu in the ways I personally think are cool and interesting #if they are NANOBOTS why can they not change COLOR #spider #?#spider gif #arachnophobia warning

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Special Day

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: It's a special day for you, and the men are determined to make you a birthday cake before the clock strikes midnight.

Note: This is a mini-ish fanfic, so not many things will happen in this story. I think I had a few questions in the past about how the Genshin men would celebrate the reader's birthday, and this is what I came up with before having to go to bed! I hope you all like this mini-ish fic ;v; also, for the sake of the plot, Aether, Lumine, and the reader do not share birthdays. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7k

It was an hour and thirty minutes before midnight at the abode. The estate is engulfed in darkness with little night lights plugged into the outlets to give some light to the dark mansion; bedroom doors are closed, and everyone is sound asleep. Well, you’re sound asleep while the other inhabitants of the estate peek their heads from their bedrooms, their eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Can someone check if [Y/N]’s asleep?” Aether whispers loudly.

“I’m on it!” Heizou whispers.

Heizou slowly steps out of his bedroom and tip-toes to where your bedroom is located. Heizou grabs onto the door handle and slowly turns the knob. Heizou peeks his head into your bedroom. The night light plugged into the corner of your bedroom beneath your desk gives your bedroom a soft glow. The light wasn’t too harsh, but it was bright enough to light that area of your room.

Heizou looks over at your bed and sees you cuddled up against your body pillow; hair splayed on your silk pillow, mouth slightly agape, and a small stream of drool coming out of your mouth. Heizou giggles silently behind his hands. If only he could take a picture of your current state without waking you up.

“So? Are they asleep?” Venti whispers.

Heizou slowly backs away from your bedroom and closes the door behind him. Heizou turns around and gives the men a thumbs up, signaling that you’re asleep. The men walk out of their bedrooms before making their way down the stairs. One by one, they all crept down the stairs, trying their best not to wake you up with the sound of their footsteps making their way down the wooden steps of the estate.

Thoma turns the kitchen lights on, and the light flood the area with blinding lights. Everyone shields their eyes from the brightness and waits for a moment for their eyes to adjust to the brightness. Thoma walks to the pantry and pulls out the ingredients. Eggs, all-purpose flour, milk, sugar, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, salt, oil, vanilla extract, and expresso powder.

“What flavor should the cake be?” Albedo asks.

“We should go with a default flavor because I’m not sure if everyone likes chocolate or not,” Gorou says, brushing his hands through his bedhead.

“So, vanilla?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at Gorou. Gorou nods his head in response.

Itto clears his throat. “I don’t think we should go for vanilla because not only is it a basic flavor, but it’s also boring.”

Childe lets out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, then what flavor should we go with then?” He crosses his arms over his bare chest, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“We should make the cake [Y/N]’s favorite flavor. After all, it’ll be [Y/N]’s birthday in less than an hour, and we need to get started before it’s midnight.” Ayato interjects.

“And do you know what cake flavor they prefer?” Dainsleif asks, raising an eyebrow at Ayato. Ayato went silent and pursed his lips together, unsure what to say. I mean, what is Ayato supposed to say? Ever since you arrived in Teyvat, you didn’t mention specific flavors of cakes. Even if it’s one of the men’s birthdays, you’re willing to eat all kinds of cake they have picked out for their special day.

Thoma sighs and opens the bag of flour before pulling the measuring cup and spoons from the kitchen drawers. “I’m going to make a chocolate cake for [Y/N]’s birthday. We can decide on the decoration after because we don’t have enough time,” said Thoma. The men crowd around Thoma and begin helping Thoma with baking your birthday cake. Every few minutes, Kazuha would glance over at the clock hung up on the wall to see what time it was. Even though they technically don’t need to finish baking and decorating the cake precisely by midnight, they wanted it to be special for you.

“Can’t we do this in the morning? I don’t think [Y/N] will appreciate being roused from their sleep to blow out candles.” Xiao grumbles.

“While I agree with you on the part where [Y/N] doesn’t like being roused from their sleep, I believe that it’s more special when [Y/N] blow out their birthday candles once it’s midnight,” Kazuha says, helping Thoma mix the cake batter while Thoma puts in a few drops of vanilla extract into the mixture.

“Al Haitham, where’s Kaveh?” Tighnari asks.

Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Kaveh? Is Kaveh coming over to celebrate [Y/N]’s birthday too?” He asks, preheating the oven.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes. “That idiot must’ve been lost on the way. I’ll be right back.” Al Haitham sighs before walking to the front door of the estate.

Diluc looks over at Cyno, Tighnari, and Scaramouche with confusion. “Who is Kaveh, and why is he coming to the abode?”

Cyno sighs and rubs his temples. “Kaveh is Al Haitham’s roommate. I believe that Al Haitham is making Kaveh stand in front of [Y/N]’s room to make sure they don’t wake up while we’re still making their birthday cake.”

Zhongli steps between the small group and press his index finger against his lips. “Be sure to keep your voices down. [Y/N] is a light sleeper and can wake up to any sound.” Zhongli murmurs.

“Most of us can keep our volumes down; others, I’m not so sure about,” Pantalone says, walking into the kitchen with the other three Harbingers following behind.

“Are you all done with the mixture? It’ll take about thirty to thirty-five minutes for the cake to be baked. I’m not sure how long it’ll take for us all to decorate the cake before midnight.” Pierro says, walking over to look at the cake batter in the mixing bowl.

“We’re almost done. We have things pre-measured, so it didn’t take too long to get the right measurements of each ingredient for the cake batter,” Thoma answers, lightly tapping the whisk on the mixing bowl to get the excess off the whisk.

Dottore hums, leaning up against the kitchen entrance. “And what cake flavor are we going for? It looks… interesting.” Dottore chuckles.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious by the smell and look of the cake batter? It’s chocolate, you numbskull.”

Capitano shakes his head and lightly smacks Dottore upside of his head. “You’re riling them up on purpose.”

Dottore gasps. “Me? Rile them up on purpose? I would never!” Dottore says dramatically, letting out an exaggerated huff of breath.

Zhongli glares at the Harbingers. Before Zhongli could say anything, the front door of the estate opened. Al Haitham walks into the mansion with an irritated look on his face while dragging in a tall blond male by the sleeve of his shirt.

“You’re such an idiot, Kaveh. Now that we’re back at the estate, make sure [Y/N] doesn’t wake up from their sleep while we’re getting the cake ready.” Al Haitham instructs, pointing at the stairs that lead up to the second floor of the mansion.

Kaveh stares at Al Haitham blankly. “How am I going to make sure that they’re still asleep when I don’t know where their room is at.” Kaveh crosses his arms over his chest with a small scowl on his face.

“Their bedroom is the only door that is closed. The other bedrooms in the estate are open.” Cyno answers from the kitchen.

Kaveh looks over at Cyno and gives him a nod. “Thank you, Cyno. You’re more helpful than Al Haitham.” Kaveh and Al Haitham make a face at each other before parting ways.

Kaveh walks up the wooden stairs of the estate, making sure that he isn’t making any noises that could disturb you from your slumber. Once he reaches the second floor of the mansion, Kaveh sees your closed bedroom door. Kaveh strides to the door and grabs the door handle; when he twists the knob and opens the door, he is met with you standing at the door, rubbing your eyes sleepily. Kaveh nearly jumps out of his skin, his heart racing against his chest.

“Why are you awake!?” Kaveh whispers loudly.

You look up at Kaveh sleepily. “Who are you, and why are you in my house?” You mumble. “And to answer your question, I have to pee.” You said, attempting to walk out of your bedroom.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Kaveh grabs you by your forearm and pulls you back into your bedroom. “My name’s Kaveh, and I’m Al Haitham’s roommate! And you have a bathroom in your bedroom, so I’m not sure why you’re leaving your room to go pee.” Kaveh says, sitting you down on your bed.

“Al Haitham has a roommate? Interesting, I did not know that.” You mumble, still half asleep. “Anyway, I’m going to go pee now, and you better be gone by the time I get back.” You announce. You got up from your bed and lightly tapped him on the back of his head while making your way to the bathroom.

Five minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom and see that Kaveh is still in your room, looking at your plush collection with scrutiny. Too tired to deal with Kaveh, you walk to your bed and collapse onto it, wrapping your arms and legs around the cold body pillow with a sigh of contentment.

“You can leave now, Kaveh. I don’t even know why you’re at the estate at such hours, but since you’re Al Haitham’s roommate, I’ll give you a pass.” You mumble, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Kaveh nods his head. “Yes, please go back to sleep, or else I’ll have to knock you out myself.” Kaveh sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

You sit up on your bed. “Oh? Is that so? Well, how would you like it if I’m telling on you!” You said, scrambling to get up from your bed.

“Oh, no, you don’t, you little stubborn shit,” Kaveh says, rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist before dragging you back to bed. “You’re not going to disturb the others from their sleep with your little abyss mage activities.” Kaveh tosses you on your bed before laying down on your bed, caging you with his arms and legs.

“Wait, did you just indirectly call me a gremlin?” You ask, looking up at Kaveh.

Silence falls between you two. “Yeah, and what about it?” Kaveh huffs, forcing you to lay your head down on your pillow. “Now go back to sleep.”

You snort. “I like you, Kaveh.” You pat his cheeks lightly. “Although I would advise you not to put your hands on me, I will be a gremlin and bite you if you do.” You joked.

“I dare you to do it.” Kaveh states.

You go silent and think for a moment. Either waste your time bickering with Al Haitham’s roommate or get plenty of sleep before the next day. You chose the latter. You let out a huff and turned around for your back to face Kaveh’s direction. Kaveh smiles triumphantly and looks over at the door of your bedroom, mentally praying to the dendro archon for the men to be finished with your cake already.

After what felt like three hours, Kaveh heard footsteps approaching your bedroom. Kaveh looks up at the door and makes eye contact with Childe. Childe’s eyes begin to twitch at the sight of Kaveh lying on your bed, right beside you, as you sleep peacefully. Childe tightens his hands into fists. He takes a deep breath and walks into your room, ignoring Kaveh’s presence.

Childe kneels in front of you and lightly shakes you from your slumber. You mumble in your sleep and turn away from Childe, only to face Kaveh. Childe’s eyes twitch again, trying to remain calm.

“[Y/N], wake up,” Childe whispers, shaking you once more.

You mumble in your sleep and crack your eyes open, looking around your room with bleary eyes. You slowly sit up from your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“What time is it?” You ask, yawning into the palm of your hands.

“Time for you to get your ass up out of bed and go downstairs,” Kaveh says, getting off your bed and stretching his limbs.

Childe shoots a glare in Kaveh’s direction. “Come here with me; it’ll be a few minutes.” He grabs onto your hands and pulls you out of your bed.

“I’m tired, though.” You grumble, wrapping your arms around Childe’s waist. Childe walks you down the stairs of the abode, his right hand covering your eyes. “Kaveh called me an abyss mage. Childe, can you kick his ass for me? I don’t think I can beat a vision holder's ass.” You mutter.

Childe snorts. “Of course, snookums! I’ll gladly beat his ass for you, my love!” Childe kisses the top of your head before glaring over at Kaveh.

Once the three of you have reached the dining area, Childe guides you to the table and helps you sit down in the chair without accidentally burning your hair. Childe still has his hands over your eyes; Childe motions for the other men to come closer.

“Are you ready for the reveal?” Childe asks.

“Yes, I am! I’m kind of nervous and tired, but I am ready!” You answered.

Childe slowly takes his hands from your eyes, and you slowly open your eyes. Your eyes widen at your surroundings. Birthday decorations are hung around the dining room; a massive chocolate birthday cake sits in front of you, and the men around you are still in their pajamas but are wearing birthday hats atop their heads.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [Y/N]!” Everyone screams.

You pout and cover your face. “You guys stayed up late to make me a birthday cake?” You ask softly.

“That’s correct! What do you think?” Gorou asks, his tail wagging with excitement.

You let your hands fall into your lap. “I love it, thank you all.” You feel your lips quivering.

Itto’s eyes widen. “No, no, no! Don’t cry now! You shouldn’t cry on your special day!” Itto rushes to your side and kneels in front of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You whine softly and rub Itto’s bare back.

“How can I not cry when this is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me?” You ask softly.

“It’s almost midnight. Do you want to make a wish before it’s officially your birthday?” Ayato asks, resting his hand on the table.

“[Y/N] can make a wish after we sing them a birthday song!” Aether says, making a “duh” face.

The men mutter in agreement before singing you a birthday song. It turns out they did not think it through, and the birthday song was completely different from each person. You snort and shake your head. They all make a face after the song ends and look over at you with anticipation.

“Oh! Right, wishes. I’m going to make a birthday wish now.” You clear your throat and turn to the birthday candles. “One year older now, huh.” You sigh softly. You close your eyes and clasp your hands together, mouthing the words to yourself.

“I wish I can stay here forever. I feel at home here; I feel safe here, and I am loved here. I want to stay here for the rest of my life, happy and in the arms of the men that care about me.” You open your eyes and blow out the candles. The clock strikes midnight and begins to chime. The men around you cheered, clapped, and blew party horns.

“Happy birthday, my love!”

“Happy birthday, dearest!”

“Happy birthday, honey!”

“Happy birthday, Windblume!”

“It’s officially your birthday! Happy birthday, cutie!”

“Happy birthday, snookums! Let me be the first one to give you some birthday kisses.”

Today is your birthday, and you’re going to celebrate it with the people you love and care about. The men around you surround you to give you birthday kisses and hugs. You feel your heart swell up in your chest and hug each and every single one of them tightly.

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Shadow of Yourself [9/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: thank you all for your patience with this chapter! i hope to go back to posting regularly from now on :)

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x04, 03x05 and 03x06 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, poorly written fight scene…, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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YOU’RE REALLY SORRY?:

“You’re sure you’re ready to go back?”

“I can’t avoid school forever, mom.”

Shaking her head, your mom sighs. “You missed one day,” she reminds softly, “I’m sure one more wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

Laughing lightly, you shake your head, pulling the straps of your backpack further up. “I’ll be okay,” you assure softly, smiling to reinforce your words. “I promise. And I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Nodding, your mother eases, letting you move to make your way out.

Just as you move to leave though, you pause. “Mom?”

Turning to you, she raises a brow; “yeah, honey?”

“Thanks for... coming back and um, staying. I know it’s hard for you to get time off,” you whisper, fiddling with your fingers slightly. “I’ve always known that, and I’m sorry if I made you think I didn’t understand.”

Touched at your words, your mother reaches forward, brushing a strand of your hair back and tucking it behind your ear as she smiles at you. “Thank you, honey. But, you were right. I should be home more and I want to be there for you, okay?”

Warmed at her words, you nod.

“Okay.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, a genuine smile spreads across your lips at the sight before you.

“Miguel!”

Turning at the sound of a familiar voice, Miguel eases slightly at the sight of you. You’re all too quick to rush over to him, moving to hug him as he returns the affection. When you pull back, you can’t help but laugh; “look at you!”

“Ah, look at me,” he laughs, gesturing towards himself with a shake of his head.

“Does it feel weird to be back?”

“A little,” he shrugs, “I guess I just wasn’t expecting to be back so soon.”

You nod–it made perfect sense. A few days ago, he couldn’t walk, and now look at him. You haven’t been able to see him since before he’d gotten released from the hospital, and when you’d visited him then, he’d seemed quite defeated. It was a sight you weren’t quite used to seeing on Miguel, and had done your best to at least try to cheer him up the best you could. Now, it looked like he didn’t need that anymore.

There was almost a new light to him–completely reinvigorated.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Miguel,” you smile brightly, eyes crinkling with warmth as he flushes slightly at the praise. “I mean, what you did–”

“El Serpiente!”

You freeze at the voice, knowing who it is before you even have to turn around and see. It feels like everything in your body freezes then, and you barely register the look on Miguel’s face as concern floods his gaze at your reaction to Eli of all people. He’d known things were estranged between the two of you, but there was almost a sense of fear in your eyes as you heard his voice and that… that was odd.

No matter how mad or upset you were with Eli, Miguel had never seen you look afraid at the sound of his voice.

“Y/N, are you–”

“I gotta go,” you say suddenly, snapping out of your own revere as you turn to meet Miguel’s gaze. Forcing a smile on your face, you shake your head; “sorry, I forgot I was supposed to meet up with a-a friend before class. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You’re turning around before he can say otherwise, and you didn’t realize just how close Eli was because the second you turn, he’s right there. He looks just as shocked to see you, but just as his lips part to say something, you’re rushing past him, head ducking down to tuck into your chin as you all but run away.

Faltering just briefly, Eli turns back to Miguel, smiling as he holds his arm out in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Welcome back, man,” Eli grins.

“Feels good to be back.”

“They give you bionic legs or some shit?”

Laughing, Miguel shakes his head; “no, same old boring human legs.”

“Oh yeah? Can you throw down?” Eli taunts teasingly, holding his fists out before him, “gotta defend that title.” Laughing, Miguel brushes his hand away, shaking his head as Eli grins. “Gotta get through me first.”

Miguel nods, faltering for a moment as his eyes flicker past Eli, in the direction you’d gone. “Is everything good with Y/N? I mean, she kind of ran off.”

A guilty look passes through Eli’s eyes, one Miguel doesn’t notice as he quickly shrugs it off. “I don’t know,” Eli says plainly, feigning ignorance. “We haven’t talked in a while, so…” His voice trails, and Miguel nods at that, figuring he’d find you later and try to figure out what was the matter. “Besides,” Eli cuts in through his thoughts, “dude, Cobra Kai is crushing it right now.”

“I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about that–”

Just then, the school bell rings.

“I-I’ll talk to you about it at lunch.”

“All right, sure.”

Making your way into the cafeteria, the first thing you notice is Miguel and Eli.

And the fact that things seem tense.

Last you’d seen, things had seemed cool between the both of them. Of course, Miguel didn’t know what Miguel had done to Demetri, so it only made sense he’d think things were as they usually were.

Did he know?

If so, who had told him?

Was it Demetri?

That’d make the most sense–all it’d take is one look at Demetri for Miguel to wonder just exactly how he’d broken his arm. If that was the case and Miguel knew the truth… well, then obviously Miguel wasn’t so blind by Cobra Kai like Eli was to believe that that was okay.

And that, at the very least, filled you with some hope.

“Hey, guys!” Pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Kyler’s voice, your brows furrow as you glance to your right. “Check this guy out. Standing around with a d*ck in his hand.”

Lips parting at the sight of Demetri, you frown when the entire cafeteria erupts into laughter, blatantly mocking the boy. He’s ripping his arm from Kyler’s grasp in the next second, head bowing in defeat as he makes his way out of the cafeteria. You spare one more glance Eli and Miguel’s way, before shaking your head, rushing off in the direction Demetri had gone.

“Demetri!”

He promptly ignores you, turning around a corner as you roll your eyes in frustration.

“Demetri, just wait a second!”

Picking up the speed in your step, it only takes you a minute more before you reach the boy, promptly grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him. He huffs as you do, turning to face you with a heavy frown on his lips as you meet his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” he answers, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he holds up his cast and the d*ck now drawn on it for you to see.

Biting your lip, you swallow thickly; “I could… sign it somehow? Try to make it better?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugs, “there’s absolutely nothing that could make this better.”

Making your way up to the building Robby had told you to meet him at, you pause at the sight of not only Johnny Lawrence, but Mr. Larusso as well. They haven’t noticed you yet, and they both seem to be in a pretty intense conversation, completely oblivious to everyone around them, including Robby who just made his way out.

“Seriously?”

They both turn to look at him, their expressions softening as you stand a little further back, unsure whether you should make yourself known or keep quiet.

“Robby,” Mr. Larusso calls at the same time Johnny calls out;

“Hey, Robby.”

Making his way over to them, Robby turns to his dad first; “I told you I don’t want you here.”

“You’re my son.” Johnny argues, “I wanted to be here.”

“And so did I,” Mr. Larusso cuts in.

“Don’t do me any favors,” Robby scoffs, turning to look at Mr. Larusso, “it’s your fault I was here.”

Brushing a strand of hair back, you glance around. It felt a lot like you were imposing on this moment that you most definitely shouldn’t be witnessing, or hearing for that matter, and you can’t help the discomfort that floods you as you shuffle on your feet lightly.

“I know you’re upset,” Mr. Larusso tries to placate, “but I was doing what was best for you. Now that you’re out, I just want you to know I’m here. You always have a home at Miyagi-Do.”

Johnny steps forward then; “or with me.”

“I already have someone picking me up,” Robby rolls his eyes, gesturing past the two and at you instead. You pause slightly when three pairs of eyes fall on you, namely Johnny and Mr. Larusso, offering a small smile and an awkward wave in greeting.

“Y/N?” Mr. Larusso calls out, brows furrowed in confusion, “shouldn’t you be in school?”

“My mom let me have the day so I could, well,” you gesture before yourself, at Robby.

“Who the hell is she?” Johnny cuts in, with as much tact as you remember him having from your very brief, very short conversation with him back at the Halloween dance last year.

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a student at Miyagi-Do.” Mr. Larusso explains, still obviously baffled at the sight of you.

Johnny scoffs, “figures.”

Reeling your head back at his tone, you quirk a brow.

“Jesus, just… Both of you,” Robby cuts in, pulling their attention back at him as he glares at both of them. “Stay out of my life.” He’s brushing past them before they can get in another word edgewise, making his way down the stairs until he reaches you. You glance at him, before looking back up at Mr. Larusso and Johnny one last time.

“Are you sure–”

“It’s fine,” Robby brushes off, “let’s just go.”

You nod without hesitation, letting him lead the way as you follow after him. You wait until you’re far enough from both of them before you speak up, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t on your own when you got out. If I’d known your dad or Mr. Larusso were going to be here, I wouldn’t have–”

Robby just shakes his head, glancing back at you. “I didn’t want them there,” he assures, before pausing, moving to meet your gaze. “I did want you there, though.”

Heart warming at his words, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips, a soft flush on your cheeks as you nod back at him.

“Yeah?”

Rolling his eyes at the twinkle in your own, Robby just snorts, “of course. You’re like the only friend I have right now.”

Chuckling lightly, you bump your shoulder into his own gently, “well, don’t worry. I wanted to be there too.”

Right at the end of your second class back at Miyagi-Do, Mr. Larusso pulls you aside.

Honestly, you’d expected him to do it a lot earlier given that the last time he’d seen him, Robby had all but ignored him and gone straight to you–not to mention practically told him to stay out of his life from then on. You figured Mr. Larusso would have questions, and while you’d make sure to be respectful to Robby and not share anything he wouldn’t want you to, you knew Mr. Larusso was just coming from a place of concern.

And that you couldn’t fault him for.

Smiling warmly, you glance up to meet his eyes. “What’s up, Mr. Larusso?”

“I just wanted to ask about Robby,” he starts off, obviously unsure of himself. “I don’t know what you saw back at the Juvenile Detention or what you heard, but I just want to make sure he’s okay. And-And that he knows he’s not alone.”

Swallowing thickly, you glance around, noticing that Sam, Demetri and the rest had gone off after Daniel had all but excused them. Leaving just you. Good–you knew Sam and the rest still didn’t really know about Robby, or that he even was out of Juvie. And he didn’t want them to know. Robby had made sure that you promised not to tell anyone, and you weren’t about to break that trust with him.

“I don’t know where he’s staying,” you answer honestly–because the truth was you didn’t. “Robby said he had a plan and I didn’t want to pry. Just that he could always have a place at mine if he needed.” At the look Mr. Larusso sends you, you shake your head, laughing lightly. “He’s okay, though. I promise. He just needs time. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, and it’s not my place to but I think he just needs to figure out some stuff for himself.”

Mr. Larusso nods, a solemn expression on his face. “Truthfully, I didn’t even know the two of you were that close.”

Shrugging, you pull on the edges of your sleeves. “We can relate on a lot of things.”

“Okay, well, thank you, Y/N. You’re, uh, welcome to leave.”

You nod, moving to walk off, before you pause, “you, uh… is the All Valley really going to be canceled?”

Blinking at your question, Mr. Larusso raises a brow.

“I, uh, overheard you earlier.”

“Ah,” he smiles lightly, and you try to fight the light blush on your cheeks at having been caught eavesdropping. “I’m going to try to make sure it isn’t,” he smiles, setting a hand on your shoulder before squeezing gently. “It seems like we have a lot of new talent to showcase this year.”

Flushing, you shake your head; “I don’t know that I’m qualified, but I’d love to be able to see the others.”

Mr. Larusso just shakes his head, “you’re more skilled than you think, Y/N. You just need a bit of confidence.”

Feeling slightly renewed at his kind reassurance, you beam up at Mr. Larusso; “thank you, Mr. Larusso.” Then, moving to grab your bag off the floor, you turn to him one last time. “I should probably get going, my mom’s waiting for me.”

He sends you a wave, “I’ll see you at the next class, Y/N.”

“You’re joining Cobra Kai?”

“No,” Robby instantly argues, shaking his head. “Kreese just offered me a place to stay and I’m just taking advantage of that.”

Frowning, you eye Robby slowly, “I already said you could stay at mine,” you remind, shaking your head. “There’s no reason to stay there.”

“I don’t want to bother you. Besides, aren’t you and your mom just starting to get better?”

“Yeah,” you pause, “but that–”

“Meaning I would just get in the way of that.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you frown (more like pout) at Robby. “I don’t like it,” you mumble, puffing your cheeks out. “I mean, Cobra Kai is what…” You can’t finish your words, a flash of Eli, and then Hawk snapping Demetri’s arm, and it hurts too much to think about so your words simply trail off.

But Robby already knows.

“I know what Cobra Kai can do,” Robby assures, voice somewhat softening as he registers just how upset you really are. “That’s why I’m not in it.”

You flicker your gaze upwards, eyeing him for a moment, really taking a look. He seems sincere, and you’ve never known Robby to lie to you before. He’s only ever told you the truth, and he’s confided in you more times than you can count, believed and trusted in you–so shouldn’t that mean you should just trust him now? What reason would he have in lying about something like that?

Especially when, yes, he does know what Cobra Kai can do to you.

“As long as you promise, no matter what, you won’t become like them,” then, pausing, you can’t stop yourself from adding; “like him.”

“Hawk?”

Frowning, you nod.

“I promise.”

“Good,” you bite your lip, “I believe you.”

Robby lets out a light laugh at the pout that’s still ever so present on your lips, shaking his head at the cute expression on your face as you pretend to still be mad at him when he knows you aren’t really.

“Have…” Pausing at your words, Robby waits patiently for you to find the words, seeing the clear struggle across your face as you stand before him. Your face is twisted, a clear look of discomfort crossing your eyes as you grip onto your sleeves tightly. “Have you seen Eli–Hawk?”

Oh.

Honestly, Robby hadn’t expected you to actually ask about him. After you’d told him what Hawk had done to Demetri, it was clear it was a touchy subject with you and it was honestly probably better just not to bring Hawk up when around you.

So for you…

“Yeah,” Robby nods, “just passing by. I haven’t really talked to him.”

“O-oh,” you mumble, nodding.

But Robby feels like there’s still more you want to ask.

“He’s okay,” Robby says slowly, unsure, a little uncomfortable. “I think. From what I can tell.”

“I don’t care,” you argue, shaking your head, the words coming out a little too rushed. “I mean, I, well, I shouldn’t. I don’t.”

And it all makes sense then.

“You still love him don’t you?”

Your eyes widen at his words, shock crossing your features as you finally raise your head to meet his gaze properly. And your lips part to argue, wanting to argue, but all it takes is one look at Robby and you know you can’t.

You can’t lie

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I do.”

And oddly, Robby finds himself disappointed by your answer.

“Well, this Christmas party is turning out to be ho-ho-horrible.”

You can’t really argue with Demetri.

When Sam had invited you over for a Christmas party with the rest of Miyagi-Do, you had expected… more music? More chatting? More… fun? More than just sitting on the couch in awkward silence, Demetri eating popcorn next to you while Sam anxiously paced in front of you all, at least.

“Yeah, Sam,” Chris agrees. “I thought you said your parents gonna be out for the night. So why aren’t we throwing a rager?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a keg on the way,” she explains, a nervous smile crossing her features. “It’s just gonna be a few more minutes.”

Frowning, you sit up; “can we at least put on a Christmas special?”

“Yeah,” Demetri nods at you, “I’d even watch that creepy one with the little elf dentist.” At the look he receives, Demetri laughs; “yeah, I’m that bored.”

Just as Sam moves to say something, the doorbell rings.

“It’s here!”

Finally, you can’t help but think, leaning on Demetri slightly as all of you turn to watch Sam open the door.

Except it’s not a keg that’s waiting on the other side of the door. It’s Miguel and… the rest of Cobra Kai? Or was it even considered Cobra Kai anymore? Miguel had been pretty explicit when telling you that he had no intentions of joining Cobra Kai now that John Kreese was the sensei and not Johnny.

Before you know it, Demetri, Chris and the others all jump to their feet, instantly coming to face Miguel and his friends. There’s a chorus of anger that passes around from both sides as everyone argues at the opposing sides appearance–but the only two who don’t seem angered or confused are Sam and Miguel… explaining Sam’s anxiousness from earlier. Clearly, the two had planned this.

So, that was a thing now too, apparently.

Moving to stand yourself, you let out a deep breath at Chris as he huffs; “Oh, h*ll no! You gotta be kidding me.”

“What the h*ll are you doing here?” Mitch snaps right back, “this isn’t a keg party. I bought this hat for nothing!”

“Wait,” Demetri calls out, “you Parent Trapped us? Why?”

“Look,” Sam moves to explain, “I know we haven’t always gotten along, but Cobra Kai is the bigger threat now. To all of us.”

Meeting Miguel’s gaze, you bite your lip.

“We think we’d stand a better chance against them if we joined forces,” Miguel adds, nodding to Sam’s words. “Two dojos is better than one.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you step forward, standing in between both dojos. “Sounds good to me,” you comply, smiling lightly as you let your eyes flicker across everyone. “I mean, why not right?”

“Absolutely not,” Chris argues, shaking his head at you. “Are you crazy? This is ridiculous.”

“I know, right?”

“Look, I know we’ve all done sh*tty things to each other,” Miguel reminds.

“Yeah,” Chris nods, turning to Mitch. “Like breaking Demetri’s arm.”

“Hey!” Mitch calls out, stepping forward to defend himself. “You guys started that fight.”

“After you almost got me fired!”

“God,” eyes flickering lower, you raise a brow as Bert turns to Nate. “I hate your st*pid face so much.”

“If you died, I wouldn’t even attend your funeral.”

What in the world…?

“I don’t know, guys,” you call out, turning to Sam and Miguel. “I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“It has to,” Sam argues. “We have one last chance to make things right. Alone, we’re nothing. But if we work together, we have a shot. If we can’t get over the past, the fighting will never end. We have to confront our enemies. This rivalry has to stop. One way or another.”

Surprisingly, it was Demetri that got the fighting to stop.

If anyone had a reason not to forgive, it was him. It might’ve been Eli who actually broke his arm, but some of the boys there had helped. Had been a witness and done nothing to stop or help Demetri. And yet…

“Hey, p*ssies!”

You reel back as Demetri slams his hand on the coffee table, pushing himself to stand as he grabs everyone's attention.

“This is exactly what those a**holes at Cobra Kai want. Since you were one of ‘em,” he gestures to Bert and Mitch, “you’re an a**hole too.” Turning to Chris, he nods. “So are you. So was I. Well, at least I wanted to be one. But now Cobra Kai is the worst collection of a**holes in the Valley, run by the king of all a**holes. So if by merging with Eagle Fang… weird name, by the way,” you laugh lightly–leave it to Demetri to still add that in. “Can keep us all from getting shit on anymore, then we’d all be a**holes not to do it.”

Faltering slightly, Demetri pauses; “I’m sorry for all the a**holes. I usually take pride in my grandiloquence, but… it’s an emotional time.”

One look around the room and you can tell, whether they want to or not, everyone agrees with Demetri.

A fact which is reinforced when Bert and Mitch move to sit back down.

“Very well said if you ask me, Demetri,” you say, pulling his eyes on you as you smile brightly at him.

He nods, slightly breathless, “now… where do we start?”

Things had almost been going… perfect.

Well, basically perfect.

Good enough.

And then Cobra Kai showed up.

Of course they did.

After Bert had been thrown through the window, beaten up no less, it had, as it usually did, gone into a full out brawl. Everyone was fighting. You saw Tory gaining on Sam, and Kyler heading for Miguel. You watched as Hawk started fighting Chris and everyone just started fighting, like they always did.

You were sick of the fighting.

Sick of hurting people, watching others get hurt. Sam had gone frozen the last time Tory had come, and you could only imagine how she was now… Miguel had just gotten out of a coma, shortly thereafter learning how to walk all over again and now he was expected to fight... again? You didn’t even want to imagine Demetri and if… if Eli found him again…

What if he hurt him again?

What if he did something worse this time?

It feels like you’re having a panic attack, everything around you blurring to nothing as you feel your heart start to pound madly against your chest. You thought you were doing better, you thought you were healing, despite nothing really being solved. You thought if you just… pushed Eli from your thoughts, focused on yourself, your mom, Miguel, Robby… Demetri–that things would be better. That you’d get better.

But it was too much. All of it.

You joined Miyagi-Do to find yourself, to find peace, but all you’d done since you’d join was fight and watch your friends get hurt.

You didn’t want to watch your friends get hurt again.

And then that same asshole, the one from the mall, the one that cornered you at the school finds you once more. It’s him and one other, gaining on you, and you can’t help but wonder what the h*ll you did to this kid to make him hate you this much.

It didn’t matter though, did it?

By the smirk on his lips he had every intention of fighting you, and something told you he didn’t intend on losing like he did last time.

Ducking as he swings a kick at you, you narrowly miss the hit, your body feeling off as you stumble over your own two feet. The other one takes this to his advantage, landing a nasty hit on your side as you grunt in pain, gripping the offended spot tightly. You kick your leg out, managing to hit him but then the other one comes rushing forward, flipping himself around before landing a kick across your face.

You fall to your knees in response, stunning yourself as the pain radiates across your body.

You were stronger than this–you knew you were stronger than this. But you couldn’t think straight, it felt like your walls were closing in on you and it was getting harder to breathe by the second. It wasn’t even so much yourself that you were worried about…

It was everyone else.

Your friends.

It was the fact that you were never strong enough to help any of your friends.

“Grab her.”

Two hands wrap themselves around your arms, pulling you back enough that you can see the boy before you now. He has that stupid smirk still plastered on his face, an expression of glee clearly in his eyes as he regards you, completely at his mercy.

Your eyes fall shut as he moves towards you, expecting the worst.

Except nothing ever happens.

Suddenly the hands holding you are gone and your eyes open as you move to catch yourself, turning just in time to see Demetri and Eli. At first your chest tightens with worry, but then the two are looking at each other, nodding, before grasping each other by the hand. Demetri turns, pulling Eli with him to give the latter the momentum to swing up, leg kicking out to hit the boy directly in the face.

Effectively knocking him to the ground.

When you glance back in front of you, the other one is knocked to the ground as well.

Your lips part in shock as the realization settles in, turning back to Eli and Demetri as the two finally turn to you. Demetri’s rushing over to you without hesitation, moving to help you stand up, and you let him do so numbly, not even really registering what he’s doing. Your attention is focused on Eli, who as opposed to Demetri seems a lot more hesitant to approach you.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Demetri suddenly calls, pulling your eyes on him briefly. “He… Eli switched sides and he apologized.”

You don’t know what to say.

The words seem caught in the back of your throat.

What do you even say to that?

“I’ll, uh, well I’ll just leave you two to it.”

Demetri’s sending you one last smile before walking off–you barely even register him leaving. All of a sudden it’s just you and Eli, and it’s like everything else fades to the back of your mind. All the fighting, all the chaos. None of it matters.

“Demetri’s telling the truth. I…” Eli steps towards you, “I am so sorry. For everything.”

You hadn’t ever thought you’d hear the words.

Actually hear them.

Lips parting, you can’t help the hope that floods you, the warmth that floods through your chest as you stare back at him.

“You mean it?” You find yourself whispering, voice barely audible as you stare up at him.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I really am sorry. To Demetri, to everyone but most of all, I’m sorry for what I did to you.”

Perhaps he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven so quickly. Somewhere deep in your heart you know he probably doesn’t. But as you’d admitted to Robby, you were still in love with him. Despite everything he’d done, you… you knew you loved Eli. You’ve loved him for as long as you can remember and you’d been waiting to hear him say those words for… so long that it felt like a miracle just hearing them.

Hearing him actually say it.

So, you can’t really stop yourself before you’re suddenly jumping forward, all but throwing yourself into his arms as you press your face into the crook of his neck. Eli stumbles back slightly in response, obviously stunned, before slowly his arms move to wrap around your waist, squeezing back just as tightly.

Then, as a moment passes, you pull back, just enough to see his face.

For a brief second you don’t realize how close you two are, staring into his eyes, before your own gaze travels to his lips and suddenly you feel yourself flushing out of embarrassment, pulling away from him in the next second. There’s a blush on his cheeks too as he lets go of you, the both of you stepping back, avoiding each other's gazes.

You... You haven’t been that close to him in so long that, well... you just didn’t know how to react.

“We should…”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah, okay.”

He’s nodding, turning, and you’re following him, both of you making your way over to Miguel who’d just finished knocking Kyler off of him.

But, as you walk, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips.

“Oh my God, Y/N!”

Pulling back slightly at your mothers grip on your cheeks, you let her look across you, fussing particularly over the bruise on your cheek.

“Are you okay?” She cries out, worry clear in her gaze as she stares down at you. “When you called me, I rushed over as soon as I–”

“Mom. Mom!”

Falling silent at your voice, she stares back at you.

“I’m okay,” you nod, smiling lightly.

She just sighs, “really?”

“Yeah,” you assure. “More than okay, actually. I’m… I’m great.”

Brows furrowed in confusion, your mom shakes her head.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smile as you notice Eli making his way out of Sam’s house. He catches your gaze just as he moves to turn, the surprised look on his face morphing to a soft smile, one that you find yourself unable to stop yourself from returning.

Turning to your mom, you nod.

“I think things are finally getting better.”

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congrats on 2k!! Heartbeat: vinnie hacker; easy by camila cabello <3

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!influencer reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie’s girlfriend thinks she’s too difficult to love.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: arguing, angsty/fluff, vinnie being aggravated, insecure reader, and uh….smutty

𝗔/𝗡: hi guys. i’ve been away from tumblr for a while and apologize for the hiatus. i’ve been dealing with a lot and have been somewhat open about it on here so i appreciate all of the love you guys have been sending me. i didn’t forget about you, im just healing. i love you guys and hope you enjoy <3

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you tell me that i’m complicated

and that might be an understatement

anything else?

vinnie had his eyes glued to his phone, not noticing how his girlfriends jaw was clenched and her arms were crossed, closing herself off. “i just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me earlier, this is just gonna be way more complicated now.”

“because i didn’t feel that way earlier!” the baggy shirt she wore hung off her bare shoulders, as she internally reconsidered her decision. it was difficult for her to separate her feelings with her wants in times like these.

vinnie wouldn’t fight back, but she could tell he was annoyed as he scrummaged through his social media and deleted the photos and videos. “i don’t get why this is so complicated for you.”

complicated.

a word that she had heard more times than she’d like to admit, described perfectly for her. her biggest fear and most agonizing worry was that she would be just that— too complicated— and hearing the word leave her boyfriends lips, she felt that it was all coming to fruition.

“i wasn’t trying to be complicated, i just…i didn’t wanna keep it from you.” she apologized, feeling herself become sick to her stomach with guilt.

you tell me that i’m indecisive

fickle but i try to hide it

anything else?

“i don’t get what—why are you changing your mind all of a sudden? what happened? i thought you were asleep, it’s like…2am..” he checked the clock dropping his phone on the couch. “well it’s all deleted now. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.” he both his hands on the back of his head while looking up at the ceiling.

“you didn’t! i promise, you didn’t, i just… don’t wanna exist on the internet right now.”

vinnie snapped his head back, leering at the girl, “see, now that makes no sense.”

“what?” she whined, trying not to get him upset as he made his way over to her.

“you can’t just delete yourself from the internet whenever you feel like it, baby. you’re an influencer—“

“yeah, who barely shows her face on camera! i don’t make thirst traps and when i do, they stay in the drafts.”

“that’s my problem?”

“no! i just, i didn’t like the pictures, okay?”

“but you liked them when you first saw them, so why wait fifteen hours to say something? where is this indecision coming from?”

“no where! i always had it, i just…i don’t know.”

you tell me that i overthink

till i ruin a good thing

anything else?

“yeah, well, i do know. you’re overthinking just like you always do. you can never just let something be good, you always have to ruin it for yourself.” vinnie argued, shoving by her and walking down the stairs.

y/n stood there, complacent. she hated arguing with him and she felt like even more of a burden now.

why couldn’t you just leave it be?

maybe you didn’t even look that bad in those videos..

maybe everything he’s saying is right.

he suppressed a sigh when he heard his girlfriends footsteps following after him, hoping that she would just drop it and leave it be. he kissed his teeth, turning towards the kitchen while shaking his head slightly, his eyes rolling backwards in annoyance.

“you’re right.”

vinnie scoffed, keeping his back turned while his hands continued peeling a banana. “i know i’m right.”

“i don’t know why i do it. i don’t mean to, i just… am hard on myself, and you’re right, i should have said something sooner and i’ll make a post about it if people ask questions, i just..i didn’t feel…”

“what? you didn’t feel what?” an annoyed vinnie dropped the banana on the counter and turned around, not expecting to see the girl he loved so upset. he couldn’t tell from her voice that she was crying, but there she was; lips pouty and eyelids low while tears slid down her cheeks. his face immediately softened.

“sometimes i don’t feel like a good person.” her bottom lip quivered and her feet were planted into the floor. she held her hands together, clasped, like she was trying to apologize and she’d bat her lashes while looking up at the kitchen light, as to dry them.

vinnie’s heart broke.

“i know i am, but…i feel like other people deserve my life more than i do..” she couldn’t hold the tears back anymore and gasped slightly before continuing. “i-i know it’s like..stupid, but, i just feel guilty all the time like i’m not doing enough or not grateful enough and i don’t know why, i don’t know, i wish i did, i swear, vinnie.” she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand before letting her arms fall and a sign escape her lips. “i just..have a voice in the back of my head that constantly tells me i’m too much to handle and that i’m not built for this. for you.”

there it was. that rush of blood that shot to her head every time she spoke up to vinnie. she wasn’t sure what it was, maybe something from her past or maybe she was just wired this way, but she was constantly terrified of upsetting him. arguments weren’t her thing and made her physically sick if she even thought about it, but vinnie was the most stubborn person she had ever met so once you start the conversation with him, there is no stopping it.

“hey..” he cooed, walking around the kitchen island and making his way towards her. he leaned down to meet her level and softly pressed her head against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. he could feel her cry quietly in his arms. “shh, baby. it’s okay,” he whispered, leaving deep kisses on the top of her head.

you tell me that you’d rather fight

than spend a single peaceful night

with somebody else

“i’m sorry, okay? i was a little harsh, it’s not a big deal. please don’t cry about it.” he slowly rocked her back and forth, keeping her trapped in his arms. she put her hands up against his chest, trying to push and snake her way out of his grasp.

“hey—“

“no, vinnie. it’s me, you’re right, okay? i don’t wanna argue or talk about it anymore, i’m just gonna go to bed.” she turned around, clearly still upset. vinnie moved his hand up her arm, lightly tugging her back to him.

“no, baby. stop. we aren’t arguing anymore, i just wanna talk about it.”

“no, vin, because then we will argue and you’ll get mad at me—“

“baby, listen!“ he put his hands on both sides of her face, making her look at him. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing, vin! i just wanna leave you be—“

“but i don’t want you to leave me be. i want you, only you, whether you’re upset or not. i’d rather argue with you than spend a night with somebody else.”

“yeah, i find that hard to believe.” y/n scoffed, shaking her head.

you really, really know me

the future and the old me

all the mazes and the madness in my mind

“stop, okay? let’s-let’s just go sit down in bed and we can talk it through and figure something out, i don’t want you to go to bed upset.” vinnie trailed behind the girl as she began walking away.

“i don’t want to, vinnie. i’m tired.” she complained, groaning internally, and there it was; that trite excuse that would continuously fall from her lips whenever they bickered late at night.

“no, okay? you always say that, i’m not stupid. we are talking and then you can go to bed. i’m not ending this here.” he watched her, his hand resting on the side of the door frame while she dropped onto their bed, on top of the covers.

“just end it here.”

“no.”

“why not?” she could hear his voice come closer as he sat beside her, her back facing him.

“because, i know you and i know that you will stay up all night overthinking and then you’ll wake up sad in the morning with a migraine and act like everything is okay when it’s not and i’m fucking sick of doing that, i want you comfortable.”

he knows me so well.

you really, really love me

you know me and you love me

and it’s the kind of thing i always hoped to find

y/n shifted over so she was facing him, but kept her eyelids low and fixated on the bed. “hey.”

“mm”

“look at me.” vinnie’s voice was soft and caring in a way that made her entire being almost dissipate in thin air from it’s adorableness. he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while she gained the courage to look up at him. she couldn’t help the small smile that appeared when she saw his face.

“now i’m gonna say this once, and i want you to listen, okay? because i’m not good with words and i tend to be an idiot sometimes.” y/n chuckled and nodded, waiting for him to finish.

“i love you. like, i really fucking love you, okay? i don’t care what happens or what anyone things, all i care about is us and i want us to be happy and i’ll do whatever i need to make that happen, okay? you’re mine. i don’t care about whatever it is that you freak out about in your head, okay? that’s not real. my love for you is real. you got that?”

always thought i was hard to love till you made it seem so easy, seem so easy

y/n nodded, leaning forwards and clinging onto him. “i know. i know and i love you more vinnie, i swear i do.”

“are you okay now? do you feel any better?”

“yes, actually. you make me feel really safe, vin. i hope you know that.” vinnie grabbed the side of her face and connected his lips to hers, cutting off any other words from leaving her lips. the kiss felt loving, yet desperate.

“um..are you gonna go to bed?” their mouths were just mere inches apart and his breathing was borderline heavy.

“not for a little while, i was just gonna edit some stuff, why?”

“because you um…you look really fucking hot when you wear my clothes and it’s kinda turning me on.”

“oh, really?”

touch me till i find myself never fearing

tell me with your hands that you’re never leaving

“yeah, is that bad? i know you were literally just crying a second ago so—yeah, that’s bad. fuck—i’m sorry—“

“no! it’s not bad.” she sat up and wrapped one leg around his torso, straddling him. she was barely even touching him, and yet she could feel him tense up and his breath hitch. “seeing how much you care about me was kinda turning me on too..”

“oh, really?”

“mmhmm.”

“good to know.” he smirked, stopping once he felt her body weight move forwards, his hard on making it hard for him to keep it together. “god, shit. look, baby, can i please just fucking worship you for a second. we don’t even have to fuck, i just wanna see you naked, please.”

“i’m not gonna stop you—“ she was cut off by him sitting up and pushing her down, her back pressed against the bed and her hair dangling down the side.

“mm, you know how badly i wish you didn’t hate yourself? like, fuck, i’m looking at you right now and i can’t even think straight and that’s not because i’m turned on, that’s how it is for me all the time when i see you, and i’ll do whatever i can to make you see yourself like that.” he scooted towards the other side of the bed, grabbing her ankles. “move you over for me.” he mumbled, “come closer? there you go.”

“you left your phone and banana in the kitchen.”

“does it look like i care?” vinnie chuckled, towering over her and slowly creeping the hem of her shirt up, exposing her belly button. “i’ve got all i need right here.”

i never liked my crooked teeth

you tell me they’re your favorite thing

anything else?

his hands were cold and the feeling of them on her hips was driving her crazy. “mm, so pretty. what a pretty girl.” while the sight of her panties was arousing enough, he moved up back to her face, sitting up between her legs. “can i have you do something for me, baby?”

“what?”

“you think you can suck my fingers while i kiss on your neck?”

“i’d love to.” she practically moaned, smiling while he lightly shoved his digits into her mouth before arching his back and letting his head drop between her neck, watching her suck on his fingers while kissing on her jawline.

“pretty fucking lips, pretty fucking teeth, pretty fucking face.” he reached a hand up to pet back her hair as she continued sucking, his lips making there way down her neck. “god, let me see your tits..” he muttered, ripping his shirt up and over her head and removing his fingers.

“so pretty. so pretty when you’re naked like this.” vinnie took her neck into his hand, feverishly kissing her. “good job, so good.”

she whimpered a reply while he moved his hands down the sides of her body. he left small kisses down her stomach while keeping eye contact with her, his messy hair covering his eyebrows.

stretch marks all around my thighs

kiss em till i change my mind

about everything else

“mmm, vinnie please—“

“be patient.”

y/n jolted at the sudden feeling of his lips against her inner thighs, leaving sloppy kisses. “fuck, vinnie.”

“mm, pretty stretch marks. god, they are so fucking sexy.” she involuntarily tangled her fingers into his hair, watching as he kissed over her thighs. “fucking love you. never leaving you, ever.”

“please don’t.”

he looked up at his girlfriend, rising back up to meet her face. “never will.”

he mumbled into her lips, leaving a few more kisses on her neck, before traveling back down between her thighs.

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