#I gave it a shot and I’m very tired give me a break :(

[baconseason]

GUESS WHAT GAME I’VE GROWN ATTACHED TO/BEEN PLAYING.

It’s 1 am on a school night I was planning to work but saw the tablet, had art block, and decided to go nuts.

#undertale #undertale skelebros #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #the great papyrus #skelebros #can you tell who’s my favorite #totally not papyrus #I hate perspective #I gave it a shot and I’m very tired give me a break :( #meow

[matchavellichor]

i’m not sure if your requests are open (if they’re closed just ignore this lmao!!) but hear me out: the yule ball’s coming up and mc has been receiving several gifts from people trying to woo her. meanwhile, sebastian is jealous and pouty and building up the courage to ask her to the ball……… until one of the gifts she had been given is doused with amortentia and she suddenly starts acting all lovey dovey towards some other guy. and sebastian realizes this, and ominis has to pretty much hold him by the neck of his shirt to prevent him from throttling someone

A.N: ty for the request! i adore jealous protective sebastian Aaaa <3

A Worrisome Box of Chocolates

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - Fluff - 2.6k Words

Tags: Banter, Pining, "Un"requited Love, Inappropriate Use of Amortentia, Jealous Sebastian, Protective Sebastian, Friends to Lovers

“Oh, give me a fucking break,” Sebastian scowled, gaze trained on Amit as he crossed the courtyard to approach her, a bouquet of prissy, yellow flowers in hand. “Is there a single person in this school who isn’t going to try to ask her?” 

“You, apparently,” Ominis murmured, licking a finger to turn the page of his paperback.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Ominis feigned innocence.

“Gods, I’m going mad,” Sebastian looked ready to pull out chunks of hair. “Okay, you know what, tonight will be the night. Yes, tonight. I’ll wait up for her after dinner and— actually, she’ll probably be too tired, right? We have double potions today. Alright, tomorrow then. Perfect, yes, tomorrow morning. Damn it, no, that won’t work, there’s that—”

Ominis looked ready to pull out chunks of hair himself. He sighed. “How about now, Sebastian? She’s right there, for heaven's sake, just walk up to her.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ominis, that’s a terrible idea.”

Ominis hit his forehead against the cover of his book in a desperate measure to cling to sanity. He turned his head towards the entrance of the courtyard. 

“Suit yourself. However, I see Leander making his way over to ask her now.”

Sebastian’s head whipped around at neck-breaking speeds. “What? Where?” 

Ominis quickly capitalized on this narrow window for escape, slipping from the bench they were on.

“He’s not—” Sebastian turned back perplexed to an empty seat. “Oh, you git —you can’t even see!” 

//

When Sebastian finally made his way back to the common room after an entire day of watching other students fawn over her in their shared classes, she was already there, curled up near the fireplace chatting with Ominis. 

He attempted to exude nothing but platonic indifference as he plopped down on the couch beside his two friends with a sigh. 

“Long day?” She looked concerned. Ominis looked aggravatingly amused.

“You have no idea,” He muttered, intentionally omitting the reasons for his sour disposition. He glanced at the package in her hand. “Where on earth did you get so much chocolate?”

She flushed. “One of the older Ravenclaw boys gave it to me.” She outstretched the box towards him. “Want some?” 

Sebastian tried his very best to suppress his look of revulsion, he truly did. Unfortunately, he was only able to school his expression into a mild sense of loathing. “I’m alright.”

She shrugged and popped a square into her mouth. She hummed at the gratifying taste of sugar melting on her tongue, ignoring the strange aftertaste in her mouth. She ate another. 

Sebastian watched perplexed when after a few bites in, she suddenly shot up from her seat, box of chocolates forgotten and scattered onto the emerald carpet. 

“Uh, where are you going?”

“I have to go see him,” Her voice was soft, almost wistful.

Ominis looked equally as confused. “See who?”

She paused, contemplating. “Oh, I’m actually not sure of his name…” Her brows furrowed. “None the matter, what’s important is just how strongly I feel for him — oh, my heart just might burst.” 

She attempted her departure once again but Sebastian quickly grabbed her by the back of her robes, sitting her back down on the couch. She looked deeply unpleased with this hindrance. 

“It’s past curfew, are you mad?” He looked at her bewildered. “You’ll have to wait to see your lover tomorrow.” He didn’t even bother to conceal his jealous sneer as he said the word.

“Lover?” She mumbled, almost trance-like. “Oh my, do you think he loves me, too?” She gasped and tried to stand from her seat again. “Well I just have to see him now! Maybe he’ll ask for my hand in marriage.” 

Sebastian sat her back down yet another time and glanced over his shoulder to Ominis as if to ask a little help here, but quickly found the blonde preoccupied with burying his nose in her discarded box of chocolates.

He held the box in front of Sebastian’s face, who was still struggling to detain a very eager witch who was much stronger than her size let on. “Smell this.”

“What? Why—”

“Just smell it— tell me what you smell.”

Sebastian obliged with a sigh and picked up nothing but the rich notes of chocolate at first, until it hit him. 

Lavender, crushed dittany leaves, and the slightest hint of mallowsweet. He recognized it immediately, the scent derived from the very witch beside him, the same scent that’s been wafting from his Amortentia brews in Professor Sharp’s classes for months.

Sebastian turned back to her immediately, grabbing her face in his hands. He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes to find her pupils blown abnormally large, almost glazed-over with artificial infatuation. His suspicions were confirmed.

He saw red.

“I’m going to strangle him.” He gritted, teeth clenched as he stepped away from her.

Ominis rose from his seat to place a placating hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “Hold on a second, Sebastian, we have to help her first—”

“No, I’m going to torture him first, and then I’m going to strangle him.” Sebastian amended, pacing the room in his rage, Ominis’ pleas falling on deaf ears.

Ominis quickly took his place in trying to restrain her attempts at escaping the common room. “Are you even listening to me?”

“How fast do you think Garreth could brew me a love potion for a blast-ended skrewt if I asked? I should give this prick a taste of his own medicine.” His fists tensed at his sides as he rambled, self-consumed. “Make him walk around with third-degree burns for the rest of the semester.” 

“Sebastian, will you snap out of it?” Ominis hissed. “I promise to be an accomplice to his murder, but after we get her an antidote!” 

She suddenly darted for the door and the blonde had to catch her with an arm around her waist, dragging her away. 

“Ominis, let me go! He’s the love of my life, please!” She thrashed frantically.

“Hold on, stop struggl— ow!” Ominis gasped, incredulous, flailing his hand in pain. “She just bit me! Sebastian, stop planning his demise and help me, before she realizes she has a wand!” 

Ominis immediately regretted his words as she proceeded to wrench her arm out of his grip, dipping her hand into her pocket. Finally catching Sebastian’s attention, both boys dove for her, yanking the wand out of her hand despite her frustrated shrieks. 

Out of breath, Ominis attempted to calm her. “We’ll go take you to the love of your life now, how does that sound? He’s very excited to see you, but you have to calm down.”

She finally stilled, a lovesick smile pulling across her lips. “Is he really?” she sighed, dreamy. “Of course he is, we’re meant to be…Oh, what do you think our children will look like, Sebastian? Maybe they’ll have his eyes and my lips—”

Sebastian looked on the brink of bursting a blood vessel. “Please, let’s get her to Garreth before I find this vermin and do something violent.”

//

Sebastian and Garreth huddled over his personal potioneering kit in the Gryffindor common room, meanwhile Ominis tried to calm her restlessness on one of the couches.

“Is he almost here? What’s taking him so long?” She pouted, arms crossed around her middle. 

“What’s taking you so long?” Sebastian hissed in a hushed whisper, eyes narrowed at Garreth. “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of expert at this?” 

“Antidotes take time! Whoever did this to her used something strong.” Garreth stirred the murky liquid in the cauldron before them, unpleasant fumes bubbling from the surface. “Who did do this to her anyways?” 

“Some Ravenclaw prick. Go fucking figure,” Sebastian seethed. “Speaking of which, do you have any potions that inflict painful, long-lasting boils? Preferably one that leaves permanent damages?” 

Ominis piped up from the couch like an owner scolding an unruly dog. “Sebastian, no.”

“Sebastian, yes.” Garreth grinned, looking just as intrigued and vengeful. “I actually have just the thing, I’ve been wanting to test it out for a while now.”

Ominis went to chastise the both of them, but a petulant whine beside him pulled his attention. “Ominiiiis. Where is he? I miss him so much, I can’t bear it. Will you take me to him?” 

Ominis sighed, and told himself that the fact he survived this day without casting a bombarda to his own skull yet was a testament to his great mental fortitude. 

He patted her shoulder. “He’s on his way, be patient, yes? He’s just getting some uh…flowers for you.” 

Her face lit up with a gasp. “Is he? Oh, how can someone be so romantic? Isn’t he just so perfect?”

Sebastian looked ready to hurl on the tacky, red and gold carpet he was crouched on. 

“Aha!” Garreth flicked off the flames underneath his cauldron with a wave of his wand, procuring a ladle to scoop the viscous substance into a vial. “All done. Here, give this to her and I’ll get started on the Boils Brew.” 

“No Boils Brew!” Ominis shot up to object. 

Sebastian kneeled by her on the couch, uncorking the glass and holding it to her mouth. “Here, drink this.”

She wrinkled her nose at the smell, twisting her lips shut.

He sighed. “It’s a present from your…beloved,” Sebastian choked on the word. “He really wanted me to give it to you.”

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth in consideration before she finally let him pour the bitter-tasting liquid in her mouth, swallowing with a grimace.

Sebastian waited with bated breath as her pupils slowly shrank back to normal size, pulling her out of her trance-like state. Confusion quickly crossed over her face. 

“Why the hell are we in the Gryffindor common room?”

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, immediately tugging her into a bear-hug that compressed all the oxygen out of her lungs.

“Sebastian, you’re strangling me,” she choked, voice strained. 

“Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, pulling back. “You’re actually not the one I want to strangle.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me we’re here because you’re trying to murder Leander again. It was one time, I don’t think he even meant for that swarm of vampyr mosps to find your dorm specifically.”

Garreth winced from behind them. “He definitely did.” 

“Thank you for reminding me of that,” Sebastian looked prepared to commit double homicide. “But no, I actually have to head to the Ravenclaw tower.” He glanced over his shoulder as he stood up. “You coming, Garreth?” 

Garreth scoffed as he packed up his equipment. “Obviously.”

She watched, utterly bewildered, as the two made their departure together as if they were the best of friends, any past grievances forgotten in favor of some mutual vengeance. She was half-convinced she was experiencing visual hallucinations as a side-effect to whatever toxic sludge Garreth had brewed for her to drink.

Sebastian pushed open the portrait door of the common room. “You share a dorm with Leander, don’t you?” 

Garreth nodded.

He gave the ginger a friendly clap on the shoulders. “Heads up, sleep in the common room tomorrow night.”

Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long-suffering sigh, the state of this new, unlikely truce making that self-inflicted bombarda seem exponentially more tempting. 

//

Slipping back into the Slytherin common room in the wee hours of the night after his escapade to the Ravenclaw tower, Sebastian was thoroughly exhausted and fully prepared to sink into bed and never get up again.

His plans changed as soon as he caught sight of the witch curled up on the wingback chair in front of the fireplace, nearly dozing off. She shot up as soon as she heard his footsteps, rising to her feet. 

“You should be in bed,” he scolded lightly. “You’ve been through enough tonight.” 

“I was waiting for you,” she shifted nervously in place. “I wanted to thank you. Ominis, uh…filled me in about what happened. Said you were pretty upset.” 

Pink tinged the freckled tops of his cheeks. “I was just a bit worried is all,” he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “He’s exaggerating.” 

She laughed. “It’s just,” she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t expect you to care as much as you did. You’ve never really…” she shook her head, dismissing the thought. “Nevermind. Thank you, really.” 

“It’s what any friend would do.” Sebastian tried to suppress a wince as he said the word, hating the taste of it in his mouth. 

“Right, yeah,” she bobbed her head. “Friends.” 

He didn’t miss the way she almost looked disappointed as she nodded. Something warm and hopeful bloomed in his chest. He crossed the small space between them, breaching the gap before he could talk himself out of what he wanted to do, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

“I care about you dearly, you understand that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice timid. 

She nodded. “Of course, you and Ominis are both very—”

“No,” he interrupted. “Not like that. I mean, yes, Ominis cares for you, of course, but…” he sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that I care for you…differently. I have for quite a while now.” 

Her brows knit together. “I’m not sure I follow, Sebastian.”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

Her eyes widened, followed by her entire expression falling. “Well, geez — rude, but if that’s what—”

“No, wait — shit, that’s not— I do want to be your friend, of course,” he shook his head, amending, “Or well, no, I actually don’t, I—” he groaned. “I want to be more than friends.” 

It finally all clicked for her, like the pieces of a puzzle falling perfectly in place. She smiled then, a delighted laugh escaping her lips. Sebastian grinned just as brightly, taking her hands in his, elation bursting in his chest at her finally understanding.

“You want to be best friends.” 

His smile faded and his head dropped to her shoulder. “Merlin help me.”

She burst out laughing then, nearly doubling over.

“I’m messing with you, oh my gods, come here,” she took her face in his hands. “I understand.” 

“Oh, thank Circe,” he breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “For quite a while, huh?” 

He nodded, a bit embarrassed. “It’s terrible. I’ve been head over heels for you pretty much ever since you kicked my ass in Hecat’s class.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, in that case, I’m very upset with you.” 

Sebasian blanched. “Oh gods, what have I done this time?” 

“Made me wait around like a fool for weeks for you to ask me to the dance,” she batted his chest. “Just out of spite, I think I’ll go with Leander.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “Well, then just out of spite, I think Leander might find himself bedridden in the nurse’s ward for the next few weeks.” 

She bit back a smile. “You’re incorrigible.” 

He shrugged. “I simply protect what’s mine.” 

She scoffed. “Oh, is that what I am now?” 

He nodded, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Well, I’ve been yours for the longest time now, I think it’s only fair.”

She laughed. “Have you now? I suppose it is fair then, huh?”

Something flickered behind his eyes. “Well, there’s only one way to make it truly fair.” 

She raised a brow. “Oh? And how’s that?” 

With one hand to the small of her back, he pulled her flush to him, and curled the other in the nape of her neck to bring her lips down to his. 

He kissed her until he was sure there were no doubts about exactly who she belonged to, and who he belonged to just as devotedly. 

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian x mc #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy mc

[yayeetsonny]

One can only take so much… before they break

(Alex Morgan X OC)

Hi, yes i know i’ve been away for a very long time, but I wanted to give this writing thing another shot to see if I still had anything left in the tank. Hopefully this isn’t the most dreadful thing you’ve ever read. So sorry if it is. Please be advised this one deals with some very strong emotions and topics. Implied mental abuse, Suicidal ideation and just overall sadness and anxiety. This will be a multi parter as my fingers got away from me lol.

This one is 99% Alex x OC, although the character’s name is never dropped as I wasn’t sure if I was going to make this an x reader fic or not. If anyone has any name suggestions at the end I’m all ears. And future parts will definitely be more USWNT x OC

3.4k Words

Everything is your fault. It always is. Why can’t you do anything right?! It all fell apart because of you! You know that, and so do they. They hate you for it. Your own mother won’t even talk to you.

“Hey, kid… Kid?…Dude!” I was so lost in thought I didn’t even hear one of my teammates calling out to me.

“Huh? What?” I looked up to see Alex looking down at me worriedly.

“Are you okay little duck?” She said squatting down so she was eye level with me. She put her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly raising an eyebrow when i didn’t say anything immediately.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I said softly, making a poor attempt at a smile but I’m fairly certain it came across as a grimace instead. I looked down and refused to look back up even though I could feel Alex trying to get me to look at her.

“Hey… what is it?” She said moving her head so she could look into my eyes, which at this point were watering and I was doing my very best to force the tears away.

“I-It’s nothing… I-I’m fine.” I said, my voice breaking. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes and I stood up and tried to make a quick get away, but Alex wasn’t having it.

“Stop, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” She put her hands on my shoulders to try and stop me from leaving but I pushed her off and started to walk away.

“I said I’m fine, just drop it Alex. Please.” I gave up trying to stop the tears, they were freely flowing now and i let out a sob as I broke into a full sprint when I heard her starting to follow me, calling out to me. I ran passed several of our fellow national team, teammates who were watching everything unfold.

I beat her to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made a mad dash to my car, getting in and attempting to regulate my breathing. The tears were still coming in full force, sobs racked my body as I tried and failed to calm myself down. How pathetic is this? Crying like a big baby, because your mommy made you sad? I really am weak aren’t I? No that’s not true. The girls always tell me I’m strong and that I’m their brave big girl. Yeah it’s a bit baby-ish but it gets the point across. I wrestled with my own thoughts and was so engrossed in arguing with myself that i didn’t even realize I made it back to my apartment already. I also didn’t hear my phone ringing incessantly while I drove. I hesitated a bit seeing as it was Alex, probably trying to figure out where i went. It almost went to voicemail before i decided to answer.

“Hello” my voice was raw from all the crying I did, but I sounded more tired than distraught now.

“Baby, where did you go? What happened back there? Why did you run away? Please talk to me. I’m worried about you.” She said all in one breath, I bit my lip contemplating my answer. Then i took a deep breath and decided to just bite the bullet and be at least partially truthful.

“I… um, I was going thru a-a lot during the break between camps, I mean I guess I still am going thru a lot right now, given my very apparent meltdown earlier. I-I’m sorry Alex, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again, I swear.” My damn voice started breaking again as the tears started back up.

“Hey, hey, hey… little one, please breathe, you’re okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. Take deep, slow breaths, in and out.” she said gently, guiding me thru some breathing exercises until my breathing was less erratic. “Can you tell me where you are please? I’m going to come get you and we’ll talk this through and maybe we can order a pizza and watch movies, what do you say?” She asked, I could tell she was trying to remain calm but I could hear her voice quiver just slightly. She was scared, and rightfully so, this isn’t the first time I’d run off and usually when i did, I became self destructive at worst and let myself rot in bed for a week at best.

“I’m at the apartment.” I said and she let out a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.

“Okay good. I’m on my way, be there in 10. Stay there, please.”

I took one last deep breath before I got out of the car and made my way inside. I intended to sit on the couch and wait for her to get home but then the more i thought about having to talk to Alex about what’s been going on the more anxious i became. I started pacing and started mumbling to myself about what i was going to say and how I was going to say it. I wanted to let Alex in but I knew if I wasn’t careful I would let her in too much and I wasn’t ready for that. Being 17 and all my ability to regulate my emotions and understand them wasn’t the best as I’m sure you’ve already figured out.

10 minutes went by quickly and Alex was there before i knew it. She quickly made her way inside and dropped her bag by the door, coming up to me and taking me by the shoulders again to get me to stop pacing.

“Stop, please. You’re spiraling, what’s going on?”

“I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what? Is it your family? Soccer?”

“Family.” I mumbled, attempting to yank myself out of her grasp but she just wrapped her arms around my torso tightly so i couldn’t run away. “Let go Alex I can’t do this. Please let go.” I kept fighting against her hold but she wasn’t relenting, and while i would’ve denied it in the moment, I needed that.

“Shh, shh bub, just relax. I’ve got you. I’m here now it’s all gonna be okay, okay? I promise. Please just let me help you.” She said softly and I finally just allowed her to fully pull me against her chest, she relaxed her grip just slightly moving one of her hands to the back of my head, stroking my hair softly, resting her chin on the top of my head. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.” She whispered, and she continued to mumble reassurances to me as she rocked me in her arms slightly.

“Do we have to talk about this?” I mumbled.

“Yeah kid unfortunately we do. You know the rules when you decide to run away like you did earlier.” She kissed my head before picking me up with ease and moving us to the couch. She kept her hold on me and let me curl up into her lap, I tucked my head in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t want to.” I attempted to say firmly but it came out as a whine.

“Remember what I said? It’ll all be okay. I know this is scary but I’m not going anywhere and anything you tell me isn’t going to scare me away. I promise you. You’re my brave big girl, hmm?”

“I’m 17, you know?” I said in an attempt to seem tough.

“And that’s why i said you’re a big girl. But you’re still the baby on the team and little one to me.” She said chuckling softly. “You can do this.” she said after a moment rubbing my arm gently.

“I can do this.” I repeated to myself. I moved myself out of the safety of Alex’s arms slightly, putting some distance between us and turning to fully face her, steeling myself for the tough conversation ahead. I’m a very sensitive and emotional person so these conversations always make me cry no matter how much I try to stop it.

Do you want me to call the rest of the girls? Is this something they should know about too?”

“Too many people. Not ready, I think it’s better if I tell you everything first and then maybe only tell them the gist of it after.”

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll do. Whenever you’re ready.”

“I guess I’ll start at the beginning. So you know how in between camps and during off season I go home to be with my family? Well I went and everything fell apart, and it’s all my fault. Just like everything always is.”

“Hey, no don’t say that.” She cut me off, she hates when i am self deprecating.

“Its true though. I fucked everything up. You know how my brother and I work at the same place right? Well and you know how my shift is closing? So I work 1-10pm? Which my mom hates.” She nodded her head as I was talking to let me know she was following along. “Well one night it was bad… The weather was horrendous because in my hometown we get a lot of snow. A-and so one of the days I worked I was one of the f-few people to show up and, when everything was all said and done there was a huge mess left behind from the disaster of a day we had….” I was beginning to become emotional just thinking about what had happened that night, and i hated that it still made me feel such strong emotions.

“It’s okay, do you want to keep going?” Alex asked me softly, stroking the back of my head softly. she knew sometimes that talking about things was hard for me and that i needed to take breaks in order to get the whole story out.

“Yes i need to. I can do it.” I said determinedly. Blinking away the tears.

“Anyways, it was a mess and being a “Back up Team lead” sometimes i made a decision to send everyone else home and clean up. And since my brother worked on overnights I called him and asked him to come help me clean up so that i could go home at a semi-reasonable time. He came over to help but when they wanted to send him back to his normal area he refused and he s-started arguing with his boss about how he was going to choose family over his job at the moment and they d-didn’t like that so they sent him home for the night, and he didn’t have a car so he called my mom to pick him up…” I stopped to catch my breath as i realize I hadn’t been breathing

“Shh, easy baby, nice, slow deep breaths, you’re doing so good.” She said. I hadn’t been looking at Alex very much this whole time but when I finally did I could see unshed tears in her eyes. I knew it was hard for her any time i was upset or emotional in a negative way. She gently wiped away the tears that made their way down my cheeks.

“My mom came to get him, and then she called me, and she was angry, she demanded I come home so I did and when I got there she told me she had a lot of opinions about what happened but she was just going to keep her mouth shut. She told me to get out of her sight so I did. She wouldn’t even look at me. Just like that I was transported back to when I was a little kid and she would get angry and she would just tell me she didn’t want to look at me. It felt like a knife to the chest. I didn’t understand what i did to upset her so much and I knew she wouldn’t tell me. All part of her “healing process.” I said bitterly.

“Fast forward to the next morning, I woke up to the news my brother had been fired. I called him to apologize and I asked him what our mom said to him and he said that she blames me for him getting fired. She said I should have known better. I knew how much he needed that job.” My hands were shaking and my breathing was ragged as I played with the strings of my hoodie.

“That wasn’t your fault, you have to know that.”

“Yes it was. It is. He hasn’t found a job since and he-he’s struggling again. You remember what happened last time he was struggling don’t you? I can’t do that again, I can’t! Everything he does, every decision he makes that’s not good is my fault. My mom wants me to be “an example” for him but he’s older! How fucking twisted is that?! Why are things never his fault?!” I yelled standing up suddenly startling Alex.

“Okay, okay let’s take a break hmm?” Alex stood up holding up her hands to show me she meant no harm.

“No! You don’t get it! Everything is my fault! My own mother thinks so! I know he’s struggling but can’t she see I’m struggling too?! ” I threw a plastic cup that was on the table across the room.

“Stop. Now. We don’t throw things when we’re upset, do you understand?” Alex said sternly.

My lip wobbled as I started crying again. “I’ve spent the last 4 years trying my very best to hold my family together through everything we’ve been thru. I got my brother the job working where i do and now I’m the reason he lost it. And now he and his girlfriend risk being homeless because she doesn’t have a job either. And if they lose their apartment they move back home with my mom, which means I’ll probably have to move back to be there with her because I can’t just leave her there by herself with them. It wouldn’t be fair. Which in turn means I’ll have to put my life on hold. The life I finally made for myself.”

I’m so tired of being emotional exhausted. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t even want to be alive anymore.”

“Woah, hold on… what do you mean by that?” Alex’s eyes widened as she processed what i said.

“I mean what I just said I don’t want to be alive anymore okay? I want the pain to stop. I need it to stop.”

The silence that followed was long and tense. I immediately regretted saying what i said. But realized i couldn’t walk it back. Alex finally took a deep breath and began speaking again.

“How long have you been feeling this way? Do you- Do you have a plan?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking as she did.

“No I don’t have a plan, I just sometimes think about how much easier it would be if I wasn’t here anymore. And sometimes I think about hurting myself but i haven’t acted on it. And i’ve been feeling this way since last year, when my mom and i got into that big blowout fight at Thanksgiving. You know she didn’t even want me moving out here? She’s never really let that fight go.” I laughed hollowly.

“Thank you for telling me, and being honest with me. I know that wasn’t easy. Why didn’t your mom want you to move out here?”

“She thinks you and the girls have too much of an influence over me. She thinks you guys are “changing” me. She threatened to force me to quit playing soccer all together.”

“What? Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?”

“It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Didn’t seem relevant?! How’s that? If i had known that I would’ve just had you move out here permanently!”

“Alex…”

“No I’m serious! I understand you’re still 17 but you’re out of high school and you should be able to decide your own path.

“I’ve been trying, but the situation with my brother gives her more reason to say i should just quit playing.

Alex goes quietly again and I can tell she’s thinking. I can tell she’s angry. She has never really liked my mom and visa versa, their relationship is courteous at best.

“I think sometimes you forget that you’re still a kid. I know that you have had a lot put on your shoulders and that a lot is expected of you, but your brothers choices that night are not your fault and I’m sorry he’s having a hard time and he might have to move back home, which yes will be hard for your mom but that doesn’t mean that you have to give up your life for them. They will be okay. I promise you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes i do, you wanna know how I know?” She said and I nodded meekly.

“I know because your brother is strong, and so is your mom. And while i’ve never met her I’m sure his girlfriend is too. You don’t have to hold anyone else up but yourself. Not anymore. Their emotions and their… predicaments are not yours to try and fix. i don’t want you going home for a while okay? It’s clear that it’s taking a toll on you and to be frank, This is your home. Here with me, With the other girls. We have you okay? And we will never leave you. Ever.”

I turned away from her and tried to calm myself completely. I was so over all the crying and I bet you are too.

“You’re probably so sick of me crying.” I said chuckling quietly. Alex Vehemently shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my head.

“Not at all, you needed to get it out. it’s never good to hold it all in like you did, you know that.”

“I know, I just…”

“Have a hard time letting yourself be vulnerable. I know love. I know. So here’s what we’re going to do. I think writing your thoughts out might help what do you think?”

“Maybe…” i said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry no one else will read it but you. And the only way anyone will ever know anything you write down is if you tell them. And I know you going home for part of the year is to help you be able to pay your half of the rent but don’t worry about it okay? I will cover any excess we have from the missing income okay? I meant it when I said your home was here with me.”

“Alex you don’t have to-….”

“Yes i do. You’re very important to me, and I care about you and the things you need. And right now you need a bit of a break.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Anything for you kid. Now listen I also want you to really consider talking to a therapist or a mental health professional about how you’ve been feeling okay? I won’t force you but I think you might benefit from it. And please talk to me, or one of the other girls if you feel like hurting yourself. I don’t want you to think you have to go thru that alone okay?”

“Okay i will.” She’s right, it’s probably about time i go to therapy, I’m still hesitant as sharing my feelings and the things i keep inside has never been my strong suit.

“Now, how about you go take a warm shower to calm down a bit more, I’ll order some pizzas and get the girls over here?”

“I’d like that.” I smiled softly and headed upstairs to do as she suggested.

About an hour later I was showered, comfy and sitting on the couch sandwiched between Alex and Christen. A “Chrislex” sandwich if you will. Tobin was on Christen’s left, Mal, Sam, Kristie, Rose and the rest of the team were laying as close to me as they could get and spread out through out the living room. Pizza was also spread out through the room as people shared with one another. We had Moana on as the girls said I could pick and that’s my go to movie. I was so focused on the movie i almost didn’t notice my phone buzzing at my side. I looked at the text that came thru and my heart dropped as I realized who it was from… My mom.

“You need to come home.”

Is all it said. My hands instantly started shaking and I had that panicking feeling rising in my chest again. Alex looked over at me curiously and I forced the fakest smile i could muster onto my face. I’m in deep shit now…

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To Be Continued…

There will be a part 2 and the rest of the team will be in that one more, promise. Please let me know what you think!

#uswnt imagines #uswnt #christen press #uswnt x reader #imagines #writing #alex morgan #uswnt x original character #alex morgan x orginal character

[brighttears]

Let Go

Joel Miller x reader

No physical description, gender neutral, no use of y/n

Summary: When Joel starts to doubt your journey to find his brother, all of his fear and grief crashes down on him, and he finally accepts you as a safe harbor.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst!, pet names (baby), language 

A/n: Here's something dramatic as fuck lol. I’m getting repetitive with Joel because like he has these few core fears and motives so i need to work on that … anyways here's some that-one-scene-from-a -marriage-story type shit (but not the angry part i just mean the like last 30 seconds…. and like waaay more wholesome. I am unable to end angst on an angsty note. If they won’t give Joel any happy endings I will just have to do it for them)

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When you begin to enter consciousness, the arm you reach out for the body next to you only falls onto the mattress. It wakes you up instantly and you react faster than your body has time to wake up itself, almost falling forward as you hobble to your feet, you yell out for Joel, throat coated in sleep. You swallow, cough, and call for him again. 

“I’m here.”

The sound of his voice soothes your heart rate and you breathe deeply, walking from the bedroom into the dining room. Joel leans against the crooked, dust-caked table, back to you, staring out the near translucent front windows. 

“...What's up?” it isn’t unusual for Joel to wake up first, but normally he’d stay in bed and wait for you. His demeanor is worryingly off. He doesn't turn to face you but you see his head bow. Walking slowly into the dining room and sliding next to him at the table, you read him with ease—observing the rigidness of his body, the lack of response, and then the disheartenment over his face. You sigh. “Look, we’ve been out here for a long time, it starts to wear on you, but it’s just that. You’re tired, of course you are, Joel. But we’re getting close! We’ll find Tommy and then we’ll… well I don’t know but you’re gonna feel so much better once we find Tommy.”

“If we find Tommy.”

His words shock you completely. If he’s ever had any doubt, he’s never expressed it. Honestly, you saw him as drunk on hope sometimes. The more time you spent with him though, the more you learned about the inner workings of his brain, it isn't naivety, it's that Tommy is his brother, and at the very least, the search is a necessity. He needs an answer, and even if it’s not the one he wants, he needs to at least know that he tried, that he did everything he could. 

You’re scared that if Tommy’s dead it’ll break him. You’ve imagined it before, what Joel would be like empty. Even if he decided to stay alive, having lost another family member, the repercussions of that despair would be the death of him. You’d imagined how the acceptance that he never, ever surrendered to would look in his eyes as he gave in to being bitten or shot or stabbed. You simply wouldn’t be enough, and you’re not offended by it. You can’t outweigh the burden of Sarah and Tommy’s death, along with the countless others, many of whom you never met, who live only as ghosts in Joel’s head. Yes, you know loss well and have plenty of heavy ghosts yourself, but that’s only more to why you understand that you just wouldn’t be enough. Tommy would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. But that was all imagination; the contradiction of his behavior and his words were your solace, but now, for the first time, he’s straying from that. And he does it with his back to you, which he never does. 

Keeping your voice soft but firmer, “When we find Tommy.” you reassure him. 

Joel does not respond, only sighs, keeping his eyes forward. You detect a slight downturn in his lips, distance in his eyes and rare relaxation of his brow. He’s scared. He’s very scared. 

“Joel…”

Before you can add anything or your lifted hand can touch his arm, he says, still to the window, “I shouldn'ta brought you with me. I should'a left you in Boston.”

Taken aback, you physically recede. “What?” Is all that comes out of you.

He looks down and blinks a few times before speaking again, and the words march out from his throat—this was planned. While you were asleep, he was running this conversation over and over in his head. “If I was gonna do this I should'a done it alone. You shouldn’t be here.” His tone is perfectly even. Your heart sinks. 

“Joel what are you talking about? Why are you saying this?” your voice comes out at almost a whisper, throat and chest constricted by anxious dejection. 

“It was selfish.” There's a bite now and you see it’s twinge at the corner of his lip. His eyes become stoney, closed off, and he grinds his teeth together. “That’s all it was. N’ I’m sorry. You don’t belong out here.”

The last sentence pricks you with irritation. “I hate it when you patronize me like this, Joel—” you start, but he interrupts by talking over you.

“It was selfish because I’m putin’ you in more danger than you need to be, then you would’a been in in Boston.”

“I agreed to—” you try to interject but he bars you again.

“Jus’ let me finish this.” His tone is serious. “That’s all true. No matter how shit it is, it’s safer there. You know I care about you, I—I love you,” he still struggles with those words, only recently relearning how to pronounce them, “and I want you safe, I need you safe, and that would’a been the smart option. But I’m stupid and I’m fuckin’ selfish.” your brows knit in a micro expression, head tilted, watching him as he speaks, “N' I need you. Look,” he leans forward and closes his eyes before he continues, “I haven’t seen Tommy in a long, long time. All I have is… a loose idea of where he might have been, shit, whenever the fuck it was when we left. The closer we get, the more… lost I feel.” Joel’s voice is beginning to shake and you can't help but slump a little towards him. “I don’t know if Tommy’s out there. I don’t. I don’t. I want him to be but…” his mouth opens, closes, then opens again, but all that gets out is “I—” and then he opens his eyes and turns away from the table, pacing to the other side of the room, sounding frustrated, “Look, I don’t know if Tommy’s out there. I don’t know if he’s” you can hear his bottom lip wobbling and he cracks at the word, “dead. That’s the honest truth. And the farther we fuckin’ go, the more and more shit we run into, fuckin’ Infected, raiders, people—eveyrthin’. The more and more times I think I might be about t’… that you might die, the more I… I think maybe we never should'a left Boston.”

“Joel—”

“At least there I could protect you.” he begins to raise his voice, “I could get cards, I could trade, I had an in with the guards, we had food, somewhere to fuckin’ sleep everynight. I could come home to you, I wasn’t fuckin’ terrified every time you were outta my sight. Yeah, it was shit, and I didn’t think so then—I couldn’t see it then, but it was safe. We weren’t riskin’ our lives every fuckin’ day like we are out here. An’ winter’s comin’ and I barely know where the fuck we are, I don’t know how I’ll—we’ll—I—” he lets out a sharp breath and leans a hand onto the wall he faces.

“Joel, you’re just tired. You’re underfed and underslept. We’re gonna be fine.”

“Stop fuckin’ sayin’ we’re gonna be fine.” he snaps, whiping back to you, “You don’t know that! Every fuckin’ day we…” whatever look he sees on your face interrupts his train of thought and he strides towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders, “I’m not tryna be mean, baby, I just—” he searches your eyes and turns back. This time he turns, passing the head of the table and walking towards the open kitchen. “This was stupid and reckless. I went out n’ risked the only thing I have left. It was stupid.” he hits his head with the heel of his hand and you rush over, grabbing his arm to turn him around.

“Joel, stop it. I understand, you’re scared—”

“I’m not scared—” he glances away from you.

“Yes you are.” you tell him sternly. “And it’s fair. You don’t know where your brother is. And it’s fucking scary out here. I get scared! But I keep going, we keep going. And we’re in Wyoming now! We’re so close! We are going to find him.”

“Well we might fuckin’ not, and then we’ll be stranded here in the middle a fuckin’ nowhere Wyoming, in fuckin’ winter, no protection, not from raiders, Infected, we could starve—shit” his pitch heightens, “I am scared. I’ve started havin’ dreams about…” he digs your eyes again and rips away from you, making a sound and running a hand through his hair. Then his voice is loud and shuddering, “If you get bit, I’m—I’m gonna have to shoot you. I see it every goddamn night. Clear as day.” At that, he cracks, his shoulders jolt once and he stops a sob right before it leaves his mouth. 

The sound startles you. “Joel, baby,” You move towards him once again to rub your hand up his back. He lets you for a moment but then pulls away.

“I can’t—no, I, I c…” he trails off again. “Should’a never taken you with me. Should’a never fuckin’ left, because, becau…” he struggles with himself. When he turns and finally looks to you, Joel’s eyes are wet. “I can’t fuckin’ do this without you.” Joel rakes both his hands through his hair, “And I don’t want to fuck up n’ it gets you killed, and I will fuck up, and I just–” he spins back, then rips his hands away to swing to his sides, “I can’t lose you, I can’t.” when he turns back to you the tears are barely hanging onto his waterline and he raises his voice, “I don’t know what to do, because I–Jesus fuck.” turning again, he takes a few steps forward and then reverses them. His breathing is heavy and he’s sniffling. “I fuckin’ hate this.” His voice is low now, “I hate–I hate carin’ about people, cause I'll just lose ‘em. I just lose ‘em. I just lose ‘em.” he trails off, near whispering. “I can’t fuckin’ lose you. Not you.” he speaks up, shaking his head, “Not you.” He finally turns to look at you but then swings his head down to try to hide the tears that have begun streaming down his face, “Fuck. I’m sorry. I should’t be sayin’ all this. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Joel,” in an instant, you've wrapped your arms around him, holding him to you by his neck. He falls into the embrace, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his brow to your neck. You hold him tightly as he starts to shake, you know that he’s trying to hold back the tears. “It’s ok.” You reassure him quietly, sweeping a hand up and down his back. After a moment Joel complies and his body begins to tremble as he weeps in your arms. You hold him tighter, more securely to you. Losing control, Joel starts wailing, grabbing at you. He slides down to the floor, pressing his face into your belly with his arms still wrapped tightly around you, you lower yourself slowly with him, and on the ground, he crumbles in your arms.

It’s frightening. You’ve never seen him like this. You’ve seen him shed tears, get emotional, you’ve had him vulnerable, you’ve seen him even completely relaxed one or twice, but you’ve never seen him torn open like this. You’ve never heard these sounds. His body is shaking uncontrollably, not like you know it to be. His hands grip the fabric of your clothes tightly. The dam has finally broken. It’s heart wrenching. He must have been holding this in for years. 

You hold him for a long time. He keeps trying to stop the crying but the current floods everything in him, and the only way to stop himself from drowning is to let it break and release it out into your body, wearing you like a lifejacket. Once he quiets some it still takes awhile for his body to quit shaking through sob-like breaths. When his breathing slows, you can’t tell if he’s fallen asleep, completely lax in your arms, face weighing into your shoulder. But then he moves, pulling himself up to sit, his head hanging. His voice is quiet and hoarse and he sniffles, “I’m sorry.”

“You have no reason to be sorry.” you move to hug him now with your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

Joel wraps his arms around your back, pulling you closer to him, basically onto his lap, and murmurs, “I love you so much.” After a few deep, slow breaths, he pulls away, removing you from his lap, he rubs his hands over his face, mindlessly searching the floor. “I shouldn’t be putin’ all this on you. I’m sorry. I don’t want y’ to… think of me like this, shakin’ on the ground.” he sniffles hard and then looks up, only to your clothes, “Shit, did I fuck up your clothes? Fuck.” he goes to flatten out where his hands as gripped them, brushing over the wet spots from his face, nose, and mouth. “Fuck.” he mumbles. 

His face is blank and he won’t look in your eyes—he’s trying to cover himself back up. You don’t think he remembers how to not anymore; you’ve seen it so many times, when he really opens up, spreading open his skin so you can really look inside, it never lasts long enough for you to be able to reach into him. But you can tell he’s so desperate for it, to be seen, to let go. You can tell by the way he’ll hold onto you sometimes, when he doesn’t want to let your hand go, squeezes you in this certain way, and this look in his eyes sometimes, there's such a deep longing, and desolation, but then he blinks, looks away, and it's gone. It’s not something for you to bring up. You just try your best when you see it to somehow communicate to him that it's okay, he’s safe with you. You think he knows that, he’s never done anything to show disagreement, he’s let you in much further than he has anyone else, but there's parts of himself you can see him still hiding away. And now, he has just completely broken down before you. And this is not his role—Joel is a protector, he thinks he needs to be armored all the time, that he’s the one to comfort, not to be comforted. He’s the one to hold onto, to crawl into, to be safe in his arms with. It’s not hard to see through him and past it, though. You wonder often if, before all this, did he already have all this concrete stuck on him, or is there’s a version of him you never got to see? Right now, Joel is completely raw, and you want to hold him here, because you need to tell him—

“Joel, it’s ok. You can relax. You’re safe with me. You can let go with me. You can be soft with me. I’m not going to hurt you. I love you, I want you, I need you to know that you're safe, you can let go with me.” You tilt your head to try to get under his eyes and gently pull a hand over his cheek and towards you to lift his face to look at you. He follows your touch but struggles to meet your gaze; and you are patient with him. Always. God, his eyes are devastating when you finally see them, you swear they're going to be the death of you. Unable to help yourself, you start kissing his lips softly. He only lets you—kisses you back, but there's none of the usual zeal. He really did just drain himself. He makes little noises when your lips meet his, but they’re more like chirps than anything else, another sound you’ve never heard from him. These are some of the sweetest, most innocent kisses you’ve ever shared. They need not be rushed, hungry, desperate. They’re basic, simple, candid. 

And then you just breathe with each other, lips still almost touching, and then he pulls you into another tight hug, arms around your neck with you back in his lap, burying himself into your collar. He’s held you like this countless times, but this has a new, full tenderness. He finally surrenders and lets it flush him. His breaths are deep, slow, and even; they feel like his lungs can expand fuller than before. You feel it warm on your skin, under his nose in the dip of your collarbone and his brow against your neck. He’s heavy, resting his weight on you, not holding it back. Never has he been this unwound, the only comparison being sometimes in his sleep, but his sleep is not a safe place for him. This is. 

He takes a deep breath and he doesn’t have to speak for you to hear the I love you. You rub a hand up and down his back, turn your head to kiss his head and then bring him closer to say it back. 

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fan fiction #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #tlou fic #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff

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‘Feelings’ MW2 Ghost x Male! Reader

Some very angsty sad fluff for baby boy tonight.

WARNING: swearing, alcohol, slight violence, very depressing themes. MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Ghost needed a break.

One. Long. Fucking break.

The man let out an exasperated sigh and held his head in his hands, with propped up elbows at the bar.

Price had encouraged the man to take a.. mental health leave. While Ghost would’ve loved the time off, he didn’t want go because everyone thought he was losing it.

He wasn’t losing it.

But he would if he heard one more person from task 141 tell him how drained he must be or that he should take a break to cool down, relax himself.

‘Just call it a vacation and leave it at that, don’t make it sound like I’m cracking’ Ghost thought, rubbing his temples before downing another shot.

“Need another?”

Ghost didn’t even take an upward glance as he motioned with his hand for another shot. The bartender obliged and filled his glass.

“Rough night?”

“What gave it away.” The masked man grumbled, before gulping his liquor and setting down the glass— to which it was filled just as quickly as it was swallowed.

“Well, this would be your seventh shot and you haven’t fallen out of your seat yet. That’s quite the tab you’re racking up.”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course not, but I think a man who can hold his liquor as well as you do deserves a free shot or more. It’s on the house.”

Now Ghost had enough interest to see just who was offering him such kindness.

He took hold of his glass and let his dark eyes glance up to the bartender.

Obviously he was a man. Most likely between his mid 20s to early 30s, (s/c) skin though hard to be accurate in a dim bar, and (e/c) that held what looked like concern from a friend.

Like he was looking at members from his team.

“What’s your name?” Ghost looked back down at his shot before drinking it swiftly. Not wanting to see Price or Soap’s face in the man in front of him.

“(Y/n), and you?”

Ghost pondered his answer for a moment. He didn’t trust complete strangers to tell them his real name. He didn’t see the point since he’d most likely never see this man again, but if that was the case and they’d never meet again..

Then what the hell.

“Simon.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Simon. Now I don’t want to push my luck here but you seem to be down. Like I’m getting depressed just looking at you, that kind of down.” You said as you wiped the the area near him, a few spills from the rowdy customers you had a short while ago. “This bar won’t kick you out for having a sob story so if you need to talk, I’m listening. Also I’m certain there are a few drunkies around who would love to give you a hug.” You joked, even chuckling to yourself as you did recall a moment where that happened.

“I’m not starved for affection, but you’re right I suppose, haven’t been feeling like rainbows and roses lately.” Ghost sighed, sounding exhausted when he talked. It took him a few moments to gather the right words and not sound like an asshole.

“… I have a feeling my mates back at base think I’m going nuts. They want me to take a leave for a while to straighten myself out. I know I’ve wanted a small break but not for that reason… it sounds silly out loud since I know I can just take a normal vacation on a mental health leave but..”

“You’re afraid if you take the leave then you’ll be seen as weak?”

Ghost stared down at his glass, his finger absentmindedly rimming the edge in thought.

“… yeah.”

You yourself could see that the man in front of you definitely needed a break. You could also see what his friends could see.

A tired man.

Who constantly avoids his feelings because he doesn’t want to be seen as someone who can’t fend for himself, or for others. Especially when that was his job.

“You know, it takes a strong man to admit to others that he needs help, but it takes an even stronger man to admit that to himself. Even when he doesn’t want to.”

Simon stopped his pointless motion with the glass, choosing only to stare at its emptiness and think to himself. Your words made sense. He took offense when Price told him about the mental health leave because he thought he was fine. He had carried on for many years burying his trauma and emotion so he thought he could continue that forever.

He couldn’t.

“I’m fine.” He muttered out.

You bit back a reply, not wanting to push answers out of him. Even though you knew Simon needed to let it out.

Whatever it was he was keeping inside.

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Hours passed in the bar.

Simon was still drinking. Just beer for now, he needed to slow down on the shots. He knew his limits..

Right?

“Simon?”

The British man grunted, forcing his head up to the side to look at you. He was quite drunk now.

“It’s time to go home, buddy. Everyone’s left, it’s just us.”

Ghost grumbled incoherent things and attempted to get out of the seat, but stumbled and nearly fell to the floor.

“Hey- easy now, I got you.” You said as draped arm over your shoulder to support him. Ghost couldn’t protest the help and just let you lead him outside the bar.

“Want me to call you a cab?”

“No..”

“Alright.. we’ll just walk around for a bit and wait for you to sober up a little.”

The two of you walked down the street, with the peace of the night following and the occasional streetlight leading to who knows where.

Soon Ghost was able to sort of walk on his own, he didn’t need your arm anymore so the two of you walked side by side in silence.

“Im sorry if I pushed you earlier to talk.. I know now you truly value your privacy and I’ll respect it-“

“It’s fine.” The brunet cut in as he rubbed his head, feeling a slight headache coming on.

It was quiet again.

But it felt right. It wasn’t awkward to either of you, it actually felt comfortable.

Your eyes glanced over to Simon, seeing him slowly regain his senses now that he was taking in the fresh air and clearing his head. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed like before, the lines around his mouth not being so harsh, there was no reason to scowl now.

He looked at peace.

His eyes then met your gaze and you quickly looked away.

“What?”

“Nothing..”

“Liar.”

You chuckled, knowing you were never the best at lying or concealing your emotions. Ghost was a master at that and you could tell.

“You just look more calm now. Did you really need a drink or just a walk?”

Now Ghost was the one laughing a bit.

“Probably a bad call with the booze but I do feel better now.”

“I’m glad, you deserve a little rest from life.”

It was a few steps forward that you realized you weren’t hearing him beside you.

Quickly stopping to turn around, you saw Simon standing in place, looking down at the concrete with exhaustion. But not from the walk.

“Simon?”

“…”

“Hey.. are you okay?”

“Do I really deserve it?”

He asked in a low, mellow tone, just hardly able to hear him. You didn’t quite understand what he meant.

“Everything that I’ve done.. everything that’s happened to me. What if I deserved that?”

You stood there in silence, letting him speak his mind.

“Maybe I don’t get a break from life because I’m being punished for something.. I don’t mind that, I’ve done a lot in life that I should be paying for.. but.. I just want to know.. what I did.. What did I do?”

You could hear his voice breaking a little at the end. He was fighting back his emotions, his need to let it out. He didn’t want to be weak.

“I don’t understand..” He gritted his teeth, covering his eyes to try to stop the tears from falling. But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Let it out, Simon.”

Ghost pulled his hand away from his face to look back at you with tears dampening his cheeks. He saw yours too. Your own tears welling up in your (e/c) eyes.

“What..” The brunet breathed out, only now just realizing he was being vulnerable.

Being weak.

He growled, charging at the other man and pushing him against the wall, his forearm pressing against the other’s throat.

“Fuck you.. I don’t need to let anything out. I told you I’m fine. I’m alright. But you won’t listen to me! Who the fuck do you think you are..?!” Ghost sneered, his arm pressing harder into your flesh.

You didn’t move, you didn’t fight him.

Ghost felt your hand holding onto his shoulder.

And he realized what he was doing.

“I’m…” He started, but didn’t finish. He took his arm away immediately and you let out a shaky breath, lightly rubbing at your throat. He was still close to you.

The two of you stared at each other in silence.

“… I’m sorry.” He whispered, and you nodded.

“It’s okay, Simon.”

You two kept looking at each other. Seeing the pain in one and the acceptance and care in the other. You allowed him to feel. All the pent up anger and sadness inside. You didn’t punish him for feeling.

He felt human. So human and alive for what felt like the first time in his life. He had no reason to hide.

Simon slowly leaned in.

And so did you.

Your lips connected in a soft kiss. Your hand still resting on his shoulder and his coming up to gently hold your hip.

The tears started pouring again and Simon trembled, but still not leaving you.

He knew he needed this.

And you were more than happy to help.

__________________

NO I’m not crying but I bet you are.

T-T

I need a drink.

#cod #cod ghost #Simon Riley #mw2 ghost #mw2 #ghost x male!reader #ghost x reader

[pepperonidk]

Home for the Holidays || h.js

pairing: joshua hong x reader warnings: FLUFF, also this is a very christmas centered fic word count: 3.5k summary: oh no! it’s the holidays and you need a fake boyfriend! good thing resident hottie joshua hong is on the job!

a/n: happy november, mariah carey has officially defrosted so it is holiday szn! this is also my apology gift... life has been kicking my ass so i have not been able to upload anything lately for all my love :( (this is posted on my marvel account!)

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‘Twas the night before holiday break, when all through the apartment complex, not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse; luggage was packed, without so much a care, in hopes that they would all soon be out of there. All except one, who wished they could stay.

“I can’t believe you told your mom you had a boyfriend,” your roommate, Jeonghan, laughed. “Actually, I can’t believe your mom believes you have a boyfriend.”

You shot a look at him before tossing a pillow in his direction. “I’m just tired of her getting onto me about becoming a spinster,” you rolled your eyes as you recalled your mom’s pleading voice over the phone.

“So have you met anyone yet?”

You couldn’t see her but you just knew how her eyebrows were raised in interest. It had become almost a weekly question, and for a second, you considered just hanging up right then, but then an idea came.

“Actually, I have,” you lied. It was only September, and you weren’t going to see your parents until the holidays, and by then, you could come up with a fake break-up story with your imaginary boyfriend.

“Really?” you heard your mother squeal in excitement and you almost felt bad. Almost. “Tell me all about him, and make sure you bring him home for Christmas, I want to meet him!”

You couldn’t help but crack a sad smile as you fed your mom fake details about your fake relationship. “We met in class and started studying together and one thing led to another, and now we’re dating.” There. The bare minimum, but enough to keep her satisfied.

The impact of the pillow against your face snapped you out of your thoughts. “Weren’t you supposed to break up with your fake boyfriend before break?” Jeonghan questioned. “What happened to that?”

Plopping down beside him on the couch, you sighed and hugged the pillow to your face. Jeonghan pulled the pillow away and you gave him a dirty look. “You know my mom,” you began. “I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I thought I would be able to find another excuse as to why he couldn’t make it to Christmas, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer after he missed Thanksgiving.” You turned to give Jeonghan a pleading look. “What do I do?” you asked.

“Well, I still think you should tell her,” Jeonghan admitted, trailing off as he rest his chin against his fist. “Or, you could bring home a fake boyfriend.”

Immediately, you shot up and gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean a fake boyfriend?”

“A blow up doll,” he rolled his eyes. “No, obviously you just get someone to pretend to be your boyfriend and then they pretend to break up with you, and you pretend to be sad, and then that’s it. Easy peasy.” Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders and stood up to pick up his phone from the kitchen counter as if what he suggested was the simplest, most obvious idea. You could hear him furiously typing into his keyboard as he walked away from you.

“Jeonghan, you’ve officially gone bonkers.” However, the longer you thought about it, the more desperate you became. “How would I even find anyone? Everyone’s packing to go home. And on top of that, who would even be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend? They’d have to be really stupid, or really bored to agree.”

“Sure, I’m in.”

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously.

“I said I’m in,” he repeated with a shrug of his shoulders and an easy smile that made your stomach drop to your feet. How was he so chill with this?

A few minutes after Jeonghan suggested his idea, you heard a knock at your door. Jeonghan gave you a mischievous smirk as he opened the door and welcomed in the boy you’d been crushing on all semester. Joshua was best friends with your roommate, Jeonghan and his other best friend Seungcheol and although you had hung out with them a few times, you always found yourself getting nervous around him. He was never anything but kind to you, always making sure you were included in the conversation and taking time to fill you in on the inside jokes.

Of course, Jeonghan and Seungcheol knew about your crush and every so often would try to drop not-so-subtle hints to Joshua. One time, Jeonghan and Seungcheol told you and Joshua that the plan was to have dinner at 6:30 p.m. but didn’t show up until nearly 8. It was obvious that they were trying to set you up, but Joshua never made a move and you didn’t want to be presumptuous, but at least he never made it awkward either. You knew Jeonghan was currently reeling inside at how perfectly things were falling into place.

“But why?” You asked, still unable to process what Joshua was agreeing to.

“Oh does it matter?” Jeonghan asked with an eye roll. “You said you needed a boyfriend, and Joshua volunteered. It’s perfect!” He took Joshua’s hand and led him to the couch where you were sitting on and pushed him to sit beside you. He offered a sheepish smile and left enough distance between you two to be polite.

“Well,” Jeonghan began, turning to face you. “Seungcheol’s going over to Jeonghan’s over the holiday, and my parents are out of town, so I was just planning to stay on campus for the break.”

Jeonghan coughed and gave Joshua a look that you didn’t quite understand. Joshua stuttered before adding, “But Jeonghan mentioned that you needed a boyfriend -- a fake boyfriend -- and I couldn’t leave you in need.” Joshua looked down at his hands and then back up at you. There was an unmistakable twinkle in his deep brown eyes and for a second, you let yourself get lost in the idea of what it would be like to hold his hand in the December cold. Jeonghan rolled his eyes and filled the space on the couch between the two of you.

“You two are hopeless.” He sighed, but a small smile still played on his lips. “Anyway, I’ve got it all planned out.”

He turned to you first. “Since you never told your parents what your imaginary boyfriend’s name is, and every detail you’ve fed your mom is vague as hell, you can just fill in the blanks with Joshua.”

Standing up, she pointed at Joshua. “And you, your job is just to make the parents believe that you are absolutely head over heels for their kid.”

“Easy.” Joshua said instantly and you caught him glance in your direction with a proud smile before turning back to Jeonghan. You felt your cheeks heat up as you sank further back into the couch.

“The important thing is to keep your stories straight, and remember, the most believable lies are based on truth,” Jeonghan ended. He looked down at his watch. “Alright, Seungcheol’s waiting down in the lobby, and we need to go so we don’t miss our flight.” He pulled you and Joshua in for a hug before heading to the door where his luggage was waiting. “You two have a very happy holiday. See you in the new year!”

As Joshua shut the door behind Jeonghan, you found yourself feeling the butterflies that were hidden by the adrenaline from earlier. Joshua turned to face you and gave you a comforting smile. “Look,” he began. “I just wanna be the best fake date you’ve ever had,” he joked, trying to relieve some of the tension that was very deeply etched onto your face.

“Well, you are the only fake date I’ve ever had,” you nervously laughed. Joshua chuckled and you felt yourself grin. “Thanks, Joshua, for doing this. You really don’t have to.” You looked down at your fidgeting fingers as you felt his gaze fall on you.

“I know,” he said softly. “I wanted to.” The smile he gave you was enough to make your heart do flips.

The rest of the evening was spent planning. You put on the Charlie Brown Christmas special and ordered a pizza and began discussing every detail of your fairytale love story.

You tried to think like your parents, wanting to have an answer for every single question they could ask. When was Joshua’s birthday? What was your first date like? What’s your favorite pizza topping? Where did Joshua grow up? It was like you were studying for an exam, except the longer you talked, the more you found yourself getting lost in the stories he told of growing up in Los Angeles, of his and Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s teenage shenanigans, and it was all suddenly very easy.

Three movies and a box of pepperoni pizza later, the two of you had settled onto the couch, still trying to think of any other possible stories to tell before you quickly drifted off into a tired slumber. The last thing you remember was Joshua’s voice and his arm wrapping gently around you.

When you woke up it was to the sound of your phone ringing. You sat up to find yourself wrapped in a blanket with your head propped up on a pillow. You scanned around the living room as you recalled the events of last night and found no trace of the empty pizza box and paper plates or the mugs of hot chocolate you and Joshua went through last night. Warmth rose to your cheeks when you finally remembered that you fell asleep on him, and fell into a small panic when you realized it was him calling.

“Hello?” You answered with a yawn.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Joshua answered. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

You smiled into the phone. “Yes, I did. Thank you for cleaning up, you didn’t have to --”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I didn’t mind.” Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart as if it was the most natural thing to do. “Sorry, we never discussed nicknames, but it just came out,” he quickly added. “I just picked up some coffee, and I’ll be there in 15 to help you pack or anything before we go.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit,” you hung up. You got yourself ready and answered the door for Joshua. He handed you your coffee, just the way you like it and you smiled as the scent hit your nose.

Once you had everything packed, Joshua grabbed your bag and the two of you made your way to his car and drove to your hometown. The drive was a few hours long, but Joshua had a solid playlist full of karaoke songs that you loved, and the drive felt like it was not long enough.

Once you arrived at your childhood street, Joshua parked the car and opened the door for you to let you out. You noticed your hands getting more and more jittery as you walked up the front steps. The wreath on your parents’ door filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Or maybe it was nervousness? Butterflies? Whatever it was, the feeling settled heavily in your stomach as you rang the bell. You looked up at Joshua, whose scarf was bundled tight around his neck, and his nose red from the cold, and he gave you an encouraging smile. “You ready?” he asked.

Before you could answer, the door swung open and you and Joshua were enveloped in a tight embrace as your mother squealed in joy. The holidays had begun, and there was no backing out now.

The first few days of the trip had gone by without a hitch, much to you and Joshua’s surprise. Your parents did their best to embarrass you with silly stories about your childhood, and while at first you were filled with dread, the lopsided smile he gave you after finding out you once dressed as a McDonald’s Happy Meal box for Halloween made it worth it. Your dad asked the hard questions, asking what Joshua’s plans for the future with you looked like and you found your hands fidgeting under the table before Joshua’s hand found yours with a squeeze and told your dad that he couldn’t see a future without you in it and you began to picture just what that future would look like.

Everything was easy with Joshua, in a way that it never was with anyone else. You’d wake up in the morning and head downstairs to find him already awake and laughing with your mom and dad with a coffee waiting for you. After dinner you knew you’d find him sitting by the fire with a book in his hands. As you walked around town you’d spot things in the windows, little tchotchkes that made you think of him. Josh was growing roots in your family home and it was as if he was always meant to be there, another picture in the family scrapbook, another stocking hung on the fireplace.

Sweetheart became more common. And soon, so did darling and honey. They began to bleed into the quiet moments when you were alone, where you weren’t supposed to be pretending anymore. The soft smiles, the way his hand reached for yours without a single glance, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you. All of a sudden it didn’t feel like you were playing pretend anymore and you wondered if he noticed it too.

It was when you realized how easy it was to be with him that you realized how hard it would be to let him go. The thought of an inevitable end to your not-so-fake-anymore relationship weighed upon you like a blanket of snow, cold enough to snap you out of your fantasy. You were sitting by the tree with Joshua the night of Christmas Eve, wrapping some last minute gifts for your family when you felt it.

The end was coming.

Joshua must have felt it too, or at least felt something was off, because he reached for your hand almost instinctively, as if he could feel how far away you were despite the way your legs bumped against his. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his and when you looked up, you met his eyes. Just over a week ago, his eyes were just brown. But now, you realized, there was a golden sunset hiding in the hues of his eyes, like the sun was setting behind his irises, and an ever-present warmth to go with it. In this moment, there was concern mixed into the golds and browns, and your stomach lurched in a desire to forget your realization, to relax back into the rhythm and rightness of pretend, but Joshua deserved more than a fake relationship and you owed it to him to let him go so he could find it.

“Sweetheart,” he began. “What’s wrong?” The plea in his voice made it obvious that he suspected what was wrong. He was only asking to give you a chance to tell him that his suspicions were wrong. A last chance to abort and keep the charade going.

Pulling your hand out of his was the hardest thing you’ve had to do, and the instant chill on your skin where his calloused hand was touching was impossible to ignore. “This,” you muttered, unable to meet his eyes. “Joshua, we can’t keep pretending like this… not when I have real feelings for you.” You finally looked up at him and kept going. You wouldn’t be able to finish if he interrupted, and you needed to be heard. “I can’t tie you down to a fake relationship, when you deserve to be with someone you actually are in love with. You’re an amazing friend for even agreeing to do this, but I don’t want to force you to be part of a mess that I put myself into.” You stood up, and finally added, “You can go home tonight. I’ll tell my parents the truth in the morning. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Hold on, I--” you interrupted him with a final, lingering kiss, hoping that the memory of it would be enough for you. You felt the hesitation in his fingers as he reached up to cup your face, an attempt to keep you where you were, to keep you with him, before you pulled away.

Without looking back, you turned around and walked up the stairs, trying to convince the tremble in your fingers and the pounding in your heart that you made the right choice.

The next morning you woke up and for a few seconds, you laid in peace until the regrets of last night flooded over you. You dragged yourself up off your bed, trying to cheer yourself up by remembering that it was Christmas. Part of you hoped that you would see him downstairs, talking to your mom about her favorite cookie recipe, but when you walked into the kitchen and found your mom by herself, you knew he was really gone.

“Hey honey,” your mom exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug that suggested she knew something was wrong. “Merry Christmas” she said into your hair. After a moment, she finally let go and the tears that were threatening to spill over finally gave way and your mom reached out to brush them away. She pulled you back into her arms, and once you managed to steady your breathing, the two of you sat down.

“I heard you and Joshua talking last night,” she admitted. You let out a strangled sob and your mom reached out to rub your back. “Honey, you could have just told me the truth. I love you, and you don’t need a relationship to validate that.” She gave you a small smile. “But when I saw the way you looked at each other, well I have to admit, it was nice to know someone would be there to keep loving you even when I’m not there.”

You set your head down against the table. “Well too bad Joshua was only pretending to love me,” you sighed. “He deserves to love someone for real. I couldn’t hold him back from that. It was unfair.”

“Pretending?” She asked incredulously. “Sweetie, listen to me. That sweet boy was head over heels for you, and anyone could see it. The way he looked at you everytime you laughed, and every time he walked in a room and he always looked for you first, no one could fake being in love the way he clearly is with you.”

Finally lifting your head up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve. Maybe those moments you thought you were imagining were really there. Maybe he wasn’t pretending. Maybe you were an idiot for walking away from him last night. You stood up, ready to find him and apologize.

Feeling a rush of frenzy and determination, you ran upstairs to grab your keys and your coat, ready to ask your mom to drive you back to school so you can find him. Your heart was pounding in your ears and as you turned the knob to open your front door, you found yourself staring into a pair of warm brown eyes.

“Joshua?” your voice came out in a whisper. His hand was frozen mid-air, about to press the doorbell.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sorry, were you heading out?” he asked.

You snapped yourself out of the trance you were lost in. “Uh Y-yeah, I was on my way to see you, actually,” you admitted. You stepped out of the doorway to let him in and you both stood in the kitchen. He set the bag he was holding on the counter and he opened the box.

“Donut? The only donut shop open was like 30 minutes away,” he offered, smiling as if you didn’t just try to break his heart last night. He handed you one, a chocolate with sprinkles, your favorite, before pulling out one for himself and taking a bite. He motioned for you to sit with him and you followed. “Listen, I--”

“Joshua, I’m --” you both started at the same time. “You go first,” you allowed, letting a soft chuckle escape your lips.

He nodded before continuing. “I know last night, you asked me to leave, but I couldn’t. At least not without telling you how I feel. You told me that you had real feelings for me, and I do too. In fact, I’ve had real feelings for you. Long before these last two weeks. When Jeonghan texted me that night, I knew I finally had the perfect opportunity to tell you how I felt, but when we got here, everything just felt so… so real, and I let myself forget that it wasn’t. No matter how much I wanted it to be.”

You set down your donut, suddenly feeling that hunger was the least important thing you were feeling at this moment. Not wanting to interrupt, you simply nodded as he continued.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, that I really, really, really, like you. None of this has been pretend for me.” He looked into your eyes, pleading, as he tentatively reached for your hand. “I want to do this the right way, no games, no schemes, just you and me. The real thing.”

The warmth in his eyes filled you with hope and peace, and the depth that disappeared behind his eyelids were the last thing you noticed before you felt your lips fall onto his. His hand reached up and you felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek. Gently, as though any more pressure and you would crumble like snow in his hands. When you could no longer fight the need to breathe, you pulled away with a sigh, Joshua’s lips chasing after yours.

“Merry Christmas,” you breathed out against him.

“Merry Christmas.”

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[ruggiethethuggie]

Just Let Me Help You

Summary: Work has been long and stressful for Ruggie this week, but he is too stubborn to ask for support so his s/o takes it upon themselves to find ways to help out a little and show him love.

WC: 1893 Tags: fluff, one shot, gn!reader, Ruggie Bucchi, established relationship, HE IS AN ADULT HERE WITH A REAL JOB AND A REAL LIFE, stressed out Ruggie, s/o hates doing dishes (lmao same), some curse words, not proof read in the slightest © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

You were standing in the kitchen, organizing the mail from the past few days. Work had been long and stressful the past week for both you and Ruggie, so it wasn’t a task high on your priority list, but since you were able to leave work early today you figured now would be a good time. You heard the familiar rattling outside the door, Ruggie fumbling to put his key in the lock, his hands more than likely full of his belongings. You glanced at the door as it opened, his exhausted face breaking your heart.

“Rug, … you look exhausted,” you said quietly as he walked into the kitchen. He sat his keys and jacket on the table, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and tossing it on there as well. He sighed heavily as he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulder. Ruggie worked hard, almost too hard sometimes. He did everything he could to make your lives easier, but somehow, in some way, something always would create a hiccup in paradise.

“I am very tired,” he pouted. “I just want to take a long, hot shower and go to sleep.” He squeezed you tighter as you wrapped your arms around his back and rested one of your hands on his head. “Come on, Rug, you know I won’t let you go to bed without dinner,” you laughed as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. The strands of hair seemingly danced in between your fingertips.

Ruggie groaned as he released his embrace around you and lifted his head off your shoulder. “I know, I know,” he said in a sullen tone. He walked back to the kitchen table and sat in the nearest chair, propping his head up with one of his arms on the table. “I want an off day, just one. I’m tired of working every damn day of the week and feeling like nothing changes.” You frowned behind him. Seeing him down was hard for you, he was always the one who tried to stay optimistic between you two, but the constant working and consistent hard days were weighing on him hard right now.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, trying to massage them for him, maybe that would help some. “Rug, what can I do to help?” you asked. He tilted his head back and looked up at you. “I don’t want you to have to do anything for me, I’ll be okay,” he said with a slight smile. You knew he was lying, he was just too stubborn to ask for help. You cocked your head to the side and gave him a look. “What? I swear I’m fine, I just need to take that shower and I will be all bright eyed and bushy tailed,” he said grinning. You gave a sarcastic “mhm”, letting him know you could see right through his act.

He got up from the chair and patted your head before giving your forehead a soft kiss. “I promise I will be fine, please don’t worry about me,” he said sweetly. He walked upstairs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You know he wasn’t trying to hurt you by lying, but you hated knowing that he would rather lie and say he was fine than to ask for help. Even if it was just making his day a little easier, you wanted that for him. It would be one less thing for him to worry about.

You looked around the kitchen, deciding what you wanted to do. Cook or clean. Realistically, his showers didn’t last that long, but with how stressed he was, you knew they would be a little longer than normal. Cooking dinner and cleaning would take too much time. You decided that maybe ordering out for tonight would be a good idea. Ruggie was simple when it came to restaurants, he didn’t care much about fancy places and rarely complained about menu options and lack of variety. You knew that a nice, meaty dinner would make the beastman’s mouth water.

Quickly, you pulled out your phone, opening your UberEats app. Would Doordash be cheaper? It didn’t matter, what mattered was making sure the food was here before Ruggie was back downstairs. You wanted to surprise him when he came back into the kitchen. You placed the order, a steak and baked potato dinner for two. It said it “should” arrive within the next 30-40 minutes, maybe that would be enough time. You snuck upstairs, trying to be quiet as you walked in your bedroom. You rummaged through the drawers, looking for clothes to give him for after his shower. He wouldn’t have to search for anything to wear, it would just be there for him to grab. You pulled out some of his favorite lounge pieces, a simple tee and some joggers. You slowly opened the bathroom door, trying to make sure he didn’t hear or see you put them in the bathroom for him. You placed the clothes on the bathroom counter, grabbed his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, and closed the door quietly. Ruggie didn’t say anything to you, so you assumed your sneakiness outwitted your boyfriend.

Back in the bedroom, you gathered all the dirty clothes you could find. You struggled to pull out your phone from your pocket and hold all the clothes at the same time. Checking the time, you had maybe another 15-20 minutes at best before he was fully out of the shower, dressed, and back downstairs. That was still enough time to do a few more things for him, just to show him that you know how stressed he is and you want to help in any way that you can. You went back downstairs, toting the dirty laundry in your arms and finally putting it in the washer. After adding the detergent, you turned the washer on.

Turning around, the stack of dirty dishes in the sink caught your attention. Doing the dishes was a chore you hate doing, something you and Ruggie agreed would be one of his chores since you two moved in together. You were going to suck it up and do these damn dishes tonight. There was no way you were going to let Ruggie stress more over a pile of dishes that you also helped create.

You rolled up your sleeves and started cleaning the dishes. The thing you hated most about doing the dishes was the leftover food residue that would touch your hands if the dishes weren’t rinsed off well enough. Something about floating bits of food in soapy water did not seem like a fun time to you. Ruggie was always on top of it when he would take your plates and utensils from the table. It was rare if he didn’t rinse the dishes, but with how long this week had been, most of the dishes hadn’t been rinsed. You can do this, it’s just dishes.

You sped through cleaning the dishes and putting them on the dish rack, wanting to be done with it the moment you started. As you dried your hands with the hand towel on the stove handle, you heard a light set of knocks on the door. Your food had arrived, and just on time you thought, as you heard movement coming from upstairs.You rushed putting the food containers on the table, getting you both something to drink, and lighting your favorite vanilla scented candle on the counter before wiping your brow. It didn’t hit you until then how much you had actually done in the short amount of time Ruggie had showered.

“What’s that smell?” you heard Ruggie ask as he came off the stairs and walked towards the kitchen. You looked at him, seeing him smiling widely at the table. “Well, you’re stubborn. So I did what I could to help,” you said teasingly. He laughed as he walked over to you and pulled you in for another hug. He smelt so fresh, and you could feel his skin was still slightly damp. A small droplet of water from his hair hit your cheek. “Ahh,” you almost shouted, wiping it off your face. “It’s just water, you aren’t going to melt, you goofball,” he snickered.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done all these nice things for you then,” you pouted as you tried to get out of his embrace. “No, no, please. I’m only playing. What’s for dinner, tell me?” he asked, sitting down at the table as you took your own seat. “Welllll,” you started to say. “I figured you could use a nice, really yummy meal, so I ordered us steak and potatoes.” Ruggie opened his togo plate, his eyes lighting up at the food in front of him. You opened yours as well and started to eat.

“At least these are in togo plates, they won’t be added to that stack of dishes behind me,” Ruggie said as he turned to look at the sink. “Oh..,” he said looking back at you. “You… you did the dishes?” The question was his being both sarcastic but also impressed. “Hey, shut up, I was trying to help,” you said with a laugh. Ruggie smiled as he kept eating. “Your laundry is getting done, too,” you said motioning to the washer. Ruggie turned as he took a bite of his steak, his mouth half full in his response. “Ohh, so that’s why you came into the bathroom.I was wondering why you didn’t say anything,” he laughed. You hung your mouth open in shock, you thought for sure he hadn’t heard you. Maybe you were louder than you thought. “You heard me?! Why didn’t you say something, I thought I was so sneaky,” you said, putting shredded cheese on your potato. “I mean…. Look at who you’re with, you can’t out sneak a sneak,” he said tapping his temple twice.

Ruggie toyed with his food a little and smiled at his plate before looking up at you again. “Ya know, it means a lot to me that you’d do all this when you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me,” he said softly. “You are my absolute world, I love you dearly.”

His words were warm and comforting, a sensation you loved feeling while he spoke. “Rug, I love you, too. That’s why I want to help you, even if it’s something small, I just don’t want you to feel like the weight of the world is on your back. Let me help you carry it. I don’t mind doing stuff for you, you do stuff for me all the time. I just want to care for you, the way you care for me,” you assured him.

“Thank you, I’ll try to ask for help more, that is IF I feel like I need it,” he snickered. You narrowed your eyes at him, he couldn’t stay serious longer than 5 minutes to save his life sometimes. “You are such an asshat, I can’t stand you,” you teased. Ruggie grinned as he gave your nose a boop. “No, no, you love me. I know you do,” he purred as you both continued to finish your plates.

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[claire-elvisgirl]

A NEW BEGINNING - part 2

Here we are...as I promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it, let me know what you think (about part 1 too)

Summary: You and Elvis are married. You lost interest in having sex after a tragedy. And another tragedy is going to make you change idea, bringing you back to life.

Warnings: 18+, sadness, anger, sex

Word cunt: 1740

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You’ve been sitting for hours on a cold chair, in a big empty hospital room, waiting. Waiting for someone coming to tell you that he was safe and alive. That everything was just a bad dream. You held your face in your hands and cried. In a room, not very far from you, Elvis was lying on a bed, surrounded by doctors and paramedics. He was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, hooked up to various machines and devices, which tried to keep him alive. A doctor came in, holding a clipboard and looked seriously at him. "Elvis, how are you feeling?" he asked. He looked at the doctor: "I'm a bit tired, doc. But I think I'm okay." he replied, trying to keep his voice as strong as possible. He smiled up at the doctor, trying to stay optimistic. The doctor looked at Elvis with concern in his eyes. "Elvis...you were shot, remember?" he said, his voice sounding like he was trying to find the right words.

"We had to do surgery to remove the bullet and we’re doing our best to help you. You need to stay calm and listen to the nurses and me, okay?" The doctor said as he put his hand on Elvis' shoulder. He looked at the doctor and tried to remain calm. "Okay...I'm just scared, you know?” he said, trying to maintain his composure. The doctor nodded at Elvis, trying to keep him calm. "I promise, I'm doing everything I can to help you.”

In that moment the nurses let you inside his room and Elvis' eyes lit up when he saw you. “Y/n...you’re here!” he hugged you tight in tears. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to all of you…I’m sorry!” he cried, holding and kissing your hand.

"Y/n, I...just want you to know how much you mean to me... and if I should…di.." you put your finger on his lips. "Elvis, don't talk like that, you’re gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I talked to the doctor, he told me you're gonna be alright and when you'll come home...I'm gonna give you a baby! I promise! And this time everything will turn out right!”. Elvis smiled through his tears and looked at you.

"You promise? Really? I mean...after everything, you still wanna have my baby?"

Elvis asked, then he turned his head away. “No…I can't make you do this! You still have a shot at having a normal life! You're young! You're beautiful! This baby is gonna change your whole life, and I don't want you to waste your youth on me and my stupid dreams."

You got closer, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. "Elvis...I'm here, okay? I'm here for you, honey."

You said softly, trying your best to make him feel better. "Just try to focus on healing. Calm down. The doctors are doing their best.”

The doctor looked at you, and then at Elvis, and then gave a slight nod: “We just need to keep monitoring him and giving him the best care possible, but I’m sure everything’s gonna be alright!"

You looked relieved, your eyes filled with tears of joy. You looked over at Elvis and smiled, trying to be strong for him. "Elvis...I'm so glad you're gonna be alright. I was so afraid, honey. We were about to lose you there!" you said, putting a hand on his forehead.

In that moment Sonny came into the room and he turned on the TV. "Boss...I think you should see this!!  Everybody's talking about you getting shot during that show, look!”

Everybody looked up at the TV, and a news report was playing. The voice of the reporter was full of grief: "This is breaking news. Earlier this evening, we were informed that Elvis Presley was shot in the middle of a concert. The famous singer is currently at the hospital, with reports of his condition being labeled as serious." The news report continued, with additional information and interviews from people who were present at the show. Elvis got angry and tried to get up. "Turn that damn TV off, or I'll swear to God I'm gonna shoot it down by myself!!!! Those dirty sons of a bitch!!!!!"

The TV gets turned off and Elvis threw the remote on the wall. You looked at him, shocked and scared. You grabbed his arm, trying to keep him from getting off the hospital bed. "Elvis! What are you doing? You're not gonna do anything on your own. You're gonna stay here and keep resting. You need to stay calm." you said, trying to sound strong and reassuring. But Elvis is losing it.

"I swear to God I'm gonna kill whoever did this to me!" he said, sounding furious. You looked at him, a bit scared, and stepped back. Then the doctor took out a syringe and said: "I think I’m gonna give him something to help him relax and rest." The Doctor injected the syringe into Elvis' arm, and soon after, he started to doze off. Claire and Sonny looked at him, concerned, as the Doctor checked Elvis' heart rate: “He's sleeping now. I’ll come back later to check on him."

You kept stroking Elvis' hair, with a look of concern on your face. Elvis remained asleep as you held his hand: "Elvis...don't leave me. Please." You whispered kissing his forehead.

Two days later…

Elvis started to slowly wake up. He still felt weak, but he was able to open his eyes and sit. "Y/n…?!" he said in a soft and weak voice. You immediately looked at him, and then at the Doctor. You moved closer to Elvis, and talked to him. "Elvis! You had me scared to death, honey! Are you okay? Can you talk?" you asked with a worried look on your face.

"I...I think I can." he said, sounding weak and tired but also relieved. Suddenly, he pulled you close, kissing you deeply as he whispered in your ear: “Let’s make this baby hun! It'll be the most beautiful little being this world has ever seen!”

Stroking your hair gently, he smiles warmly, kissing you softly on the lips.

*

After a week he was again at home with you. He was happy, but still shocked about the nearly-death experience he had. He got up from the bed and found you in the kitchen. He came slowly behind you and hugged you, kissing your neck sweetly. “Good morning baby!”

You turned to him and smiled: “Hi…how you feel today?”

He looked at you with the sweetest smile and said: “I think I’m in the right mood to become a daddy!”

Those words sent you on fire. You looked at him and kissed him with passion. He pulled you up in his arms and walked away to the bedroom. “Hun, what do ya say? Are ya ready?” he asked you as he gently sat you on the bed. You looked up and nodded: “When I was in that hospital I thought I had lost you forever…I can’t risk to lose every chance I have to be happy with you. That was too close. I’m just happy they caught that bastard!”

He put a finger on your lips hushing you: “Let’s forget about it, hun…we’re here now and nothing can separate us!”

You lied down on the bed, inviting him over you. He gently undressed you, taking his time to admire every inch of your body. As he settled between your thighs, he kisses your stomach softly, whispering sweet things before slowly moving down. “You're gorgeous, you know that? I'm gonna love making love to you tonight. Now why don’t ya lie down and spread those pretty legs of yours wide open for me?!”

His lips met yours again, exploring every corner of your mouth passionately. His hands roamed over your curves, teasing and tantalizing until finally he found himself buried deep within you. “Mmmh...that feels amazing. I missed it so much…” he said tracing your body with his hands.  You blushed a little and looked at him as you grabbed his hand and put it right between your legs: “See how wet you made me?”

Hearing those words made him push into you with a groan, as he slowly stretched your pussy wide open as he began thrusting into you rhythmically.

“You're so tight, darling. So very tight. And you feel amazing.” He moaned deeply as he fucked you harder, pushing deep inside of you with every stroke. A low growl escaped him as he sped up again, slamming into you harder and faster.

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart. Cum for me, let it go!” He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding onto you as he pounded away relentlessly. I'm going to fill you full, darling!”

He smiled contentedly as he felt your tightness around his cock and he slowed down his pace, slamming into you with just enough force to drive you wild with pleasure.

You felt that old sensation you almost forgot you could feel. “Ohhhh...yes...” you moaned as he pumped faster and harder, with his cock pulsing inside you. “I'm so glad you're enjoying it, darling!” he said. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room.

“Oh God! This is incredible! Darling...you are mine…forever!” He pulled back just enough to see your face contort from pleasure. He smiled sweetly: “Just look at you. Your cheeks flushed red…your lips parted…my little angel!” he said kissing you with passion and love. “Are you ready honey? Let’s make this baby!”

Shuddering and moaning loudly, as the pleasure overwhelmed him, he felt the warmth of your hot cream seeping out of you, coating his cock and filling you up tightly. “That's it, darling. Let it out. Let me feel you!” He slammed into you one last time, pulsing deep inside you as he filled you up with his hot cum. “I love you!”

He hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face. “Yes!! We will have our own little prince or princess growing inside you right now!” he smiled softly, kissing your forehead gently.

*

2 weeks later…

He held you tight as you posed the stick on the sink. “Alright, sweetheart. Just be patient…we have to wait now!”. You both closed your eyes, holding onto each other. After a while you open your eyes and checked the stick. He looked at you in silence. “It's positive!”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis history #70s elvis #elvis smut #elvis imagine #this man will be the death of me #elvis fiction #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #elvis fic #elvis fluff

[cannotgiveafuck]

Have another nonsense snippet! IDK I just wanted to write Billy Batson and Captain Cold bc he’s on my list of villain/ antihero/ dubious influence that would adore this lil magical street rat.

"This isn't what I had in mind when you invited me to Star City, you know." Billy couldn't quite reign in the resignation, the sigh not so much tired as aware he should've known better.

Captain Cold adjusted his hold on Billy, kept him secured under his arm like he was a sack of cash or jewels, and not a literal child he brought with to a heist. "I didn't invite you, lil scarlett, I kidnapped you."

"I was trying to be generous here."

"Don't do me any favors, or you'll smear my carefully crafted reputation."

"The only reputation you have is your enjoyment to hear yourself talk, Lenny," came the overly chipper, yet sarcastic voice of Gold Glider. She held her gold gun aloft on her shoulder, something shiny and most assuredly stolen in her hand.

Leonard Snart gave his sister a significant look that Billy had come to know as the 'haha you are very funny' look, but somehow with more attitude despite the blank expression. The Snarts were very good at a variety of silent expressions. "Come now, you have better insults than that."

"Tell him his plan is poorly thought out!" Billy piped up. Much to the delight of Lisa and chagrin of Len.

"Insulting the man that kidnapped you isn't well thought out, kid."

"Hey! Being kidnapped means I get to insult you the entire time! If you're using me as an accessory to a crime, I should have a say,” as though Billy would ever actually want to be involved, but he knew by this point he was along for the ride. There was a reason Len kept a hold on him and it was not entirely to ensure Billy’s safety.

“No, being kidnapped means you get exactly zero say. You’re supposed to look sad and distressed, can’t you turn on those big blues and get the water works going?”

The look Billy shot up at him made Lisa whistle in appreciation.

“Look at that, the kid is actually learning something from you!”

“Lise...”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go check on Mick and make sure he’s not setting any paintings on fire. Try to teach the kid something else while you got him!”

The paired shouting of “I’m not a dog!” and “He’s not my mentee!” only got a lazy wave as she strutted away. Whatever the kid got from this, Lisa didn’t particularly care. He wasn’t in danger and not for reals upset, so the two boys spending time together was a good thing all around. Her brother got antsy when he didn’t bother any of his favorite good doers.

“We could have literally done anything else today, you know. Could’ve enjoyed the museum without stealing from it! Or gone to the park or the movies-”

“As riveting as those suggestions are, none of them spark the true Star City experience as a good ol heist with yours truly,” Leonard had walked into the next room and proceeded to freeze a glass container and its security sensors, hitting it just right to break apart and leave the golden wristlet free to grab. “Besides, do ancient Egyptian artifacts truly belong to this place?”

Billy was about to open his mouth to tell Len that how museums work and function probably involved a lot of paperwork and handling objects between hands, but then he realized he also didn’t actually know who owned all of the stuff there. Especially the older pieces that were probably stolen from sites long ago anyway. Billy closed his mouth, and Len made a triumphant noise.

“Lemme see!” Those crafty, nimble hands of his swiped the bracelet before the bad could close, and Billy inspected the item closely. It didn’t feel magical, but it definitely felt old. Or at least he thought it did. “Hmmm...”

“I won’t reprimand you for that, so long as you plan on keeping it.” As if Len would be entirely too proud if he got Billy to steal something.

Billy said nothing to rebuke that.

“I sincerely hope you’re not giving kiddie lessons on stealing, Cold,” came a sudden familiar voice behind them, right as the air in the room became charged with the sort of energy only the speed force could conjure. “Thievery 101 shouldn’t go on his resume for school.”

It was like Len’s entire face lit up, he smiled wide and turned on his heels with a dramatic pivot. “Oh, don’t be absurd, Scarlett. This is at least Heist 105, the kid isn’t a total newbie.”

The Flash crossed his arms, not at all buying it, but that was part of the game there - the banter. Though this particular situation was a new one. Barry had been aware that Len and Billy knew each other, but seeing one hoist the other under his arms in the midst of an afterhours heist was still not something he had been prepared to deal with. “The kid isn’t going to steal artifacts for you.”

A red gloved hand gestured out for the golden wristlet.

Blue eyes glanced up at the Flash, and then back down to the artifact. He made a noise of conflicted contemplation.

“Billy...” The Flash began, somewhat stern, but mostly surprised and unsure at the turn of events.

Billy made the noise again and held onto the bracelet tighter.

“Hah! Sorry, little scarlet is taking my classes after all,” Len crowed.

Barry made a displeased sound, “You’re being a bad influence on him, is what you’re doing!”

“No need to be jealous,” Captain Cold cooed, absolutely delighted by it all. “You’re still my favorite crime fighting idiot in tights, Scarlet. The kid’s just on my team now.”

“I’m not taking it for myself!” Billy felt the need to explain himself. He didn’t steal unless it was right thing to do, and sometimes it was! But he also really did not want Barry to be disappointed in him. “If it’s from Ancient Egypt it should go to someone of that culture, right? Since it was probably just taken from the ground or a burial site...”

“Uh, news flash, kid, no one alive from that yesteryear is running around - puns intended.” Whatever Billy’s reasoning, Len was still counting this as win.

“Well, I mean, there’s one person...”

“Billy.” This time Flash used a tone that was definitely stern and concerned.

“What! He’s actually from Ancient Egypt, and--”

“No.”

“But if there’s anyone who would have a claim--”

“That’s not how this works, Billy!”

“Now, hold on, let the kid speak--”

“Stay outta this, Len!”

“I’m giving it to Teth Adam.”

And for once, of their own volition, both The Flash and Captain Cold agreed, “Billy, no!”

#billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #the flash #captain cold #listen. I just love Cold and Flash banter so much #and adding Billy into the mix makes it so much better #also no. billy does not understand how museums or reparations work #he just wants Teth Adam to like him. or at least not hate him #gifts should work right? #in which Flash and Cold become uncles that teach billy contradictory lessons #he doesnt need them but he likes spending time with both of them

[practickles]

A Much Needed Sewing Lesson (Squealing Santa 2022 I)

Fandom: The Owl House

Lee: Hunter

Ler: Darius Deamonne

Platonic/Familial ofc

Word Ct: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickles, Brief mention of a sewing needle, self deprecating thoughts and words, a touch of angst

Squealing Santa gift for @alexielvee This takes place at some point between Any Sport in a Storm and Hollow Mind. The prompt I used was "Person A is insecure about something and Person B makes a game, for everything bad thing said about themselves (themselves as in person A) one minute of tickles" I am so sorry this took me so long to get out, life has really been getting in my way lately. I hope you enjoy regardless of the wait, happy holidays!

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“Ow!” Hunter yelped as his needle poked through the fabric too hard and hit his finger for the sixth time that day. “Darius, what am I even doing wrong?” 

“Nothing.” Darius responded with a tired sigh. “You just need to be more careful. These things take practice. It would do you some good to learn some patience.”

The two were alone in Darius’s study, all work for the day completed early enough to make time for a brief sewing lesson. Hunter frustrated and Darius running thin on tolerance though, they were making far from progress. 

“I don’t even get why I have to learn how to do it this way! You can do it with your abomination magic easy! Isn’t there anything like that I can do?” Hunter complained.

“As I have explained to you hundreds of times already, it makes it easier to do it magically if you do it this way first. Besides, unless you plan on taking years and years learning abomination magic for such a menial task, you shouldn’t be comparing our abilities. Though I’m beginning to have my doubts on your dedication to learning how to sew.” Darius brought a hand to his own temple and rubbed it firmly. “Now if you want my help that I am so generously giving you with what little spare time I have, I suggest you pick that needle back up and try again.”

Hunter huffed from his position on the floor and gave a slight glare to his mentor as he reluctantly obliged. He continued his work in silence, Darius’s firm gaze fixed upon him. 

“You’re going to tear the fabric if you keep pulling though it that hard. You need to relax.” Darius pointed out, taking care to keep his voice calm so as not to make the situation worse. 

“Well maybe I could relax better if I wasn’t so awful at this!” Hunter burst out, tossing his project onto his lap. 

“Don’t say things like that. Like I’ve said, you just need time and practice.” Darius reprimanded.

“But it’s true, Darius! I’m terrible at this! I’m terrible at sewing, I’m terrible at being in the Emperor's Coven, I’m terrible at making friends! I’m just terrible!” Hunter felt his face go red and the beginning of tears sting his eyes.

Okay, maybe this was about more than sewing. 

The two sat in tense, stunned silence.

Darius didn’t know what to do. Never before had he seen such raw emotion from the boy across from him. He supposed it was a mark of their newfound closeness to each other and felt a slight sense of pride at the thought. That being said though, he had very little experience with comforting others, especially teenagers saddled with more than anyone should ever have to take on. Sure he had his own experience and that of his friends from distant years ago but the tests of time had left Darius unable to fully grasp what the young boy was going through. 

Wait. 

Thinking back to his own teenage years reminded Darius of a particular game he and those close to him used to enjoy in times of need. It was definitely worth a shot.

“I think we’re both overdue for a break.” He broke the silence, making Hunter look up at him, rubbing his eyes in the process, already embarrassed of his outburst. “I suggest we play a game of sorts.”

“Shouldn’t I be working on sewing? Like you said, neither of us get much time to do this kind of thing.” Hunter questioned softly.

“Which, little prince, is exactly why we should step back for a moment and take a break.” Darius said with a soft smile. “Working while in your current state won’t make you much progress. You’ll improve at a higher rate later on. Consider it training.”

“Okay.” Hunter said, quickly adding “But only because it will help me get better at sewing.”

“Whatever you say.” Darius rolled his eyes, not entirely convinced.

“So what do I even need to do for your game anyways?” Hunter asked.

“It’s better demonstrated.” Darius walked over to Hunter, sat on the floor in front of him and moved any fabric and supplies well out of the way. “You have a particular habit of talking about yourself in a less than complementary way.”

“Well tha-” Hunter fruitlessly began. 

“Hush. You asked for instructions and I am giving them to you. This game is meant to combat that habit of yours. If you are uncomfortable at any point, just say something and I will stop at once. Understood?” 

“Understood. Though I’m still confused on-” 

“You won’t be for much longer.” Darius, without further hesitation clawed his hands and grabbed Hunter’s sides, squeezing them rapidly.

Hunter had no time to prepare for the sudden onslaught, making him all but scream with unexpected laughter. “AHEHEAH WHYHY?” He screeched.

“For every negative comment you make about yourself, you get this,” He emphasized with a particularly rough squeeze, “For another minute. As you have already made six, this may be a long game for you.” Darius briefly removed a single hand to form an hourglass out of abomination goo and let it begin to drip, signifying the time Hunter had left. 

Hunter, still helplessly laughing at his mentor’s touch, looked at the hourglass, torturously slow dripping down. “I caHAHAHN’T MAHAHAKE IHIHT THAHAHT LOHNG.”

“Hm. That’s too bad.” Darius’s voice was too monotone to the point that any words he said so casually teased the younger to absolute bits. That was definitely on purpose. “Well, I believe doubting your ability gets you another minute.” He moved to squeeze rapidly at Hunter’s hips, sending him into further hysterics as he watched the top of the hourglass fill with more goo. 

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THAHAT, IHIHM SOHORRY.” He just barely was able to get out through his own laughter. 

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this. You’ve barely been trying to get away and you haven’t asked me to stop once, despite saying you would.” Darius pointed out, aside from a steadily growing smirk, emotionless as ever as Hunter flushed at his words. “If you’re really soooo sorry, you can give yourself two compliments and have a minute taking off.” 

Hunter squirmed back and forth on instinct, and had it been really anyone other than Darius, he might have been able to get away but unfortunately (or really fortunately) the older man was far stronger and was easily able to keep Hunter in his grasp. “I CHAHAN’T THIHINK OF ANHAHAYTHING.THEHERE’S NOHOT MUHUHCH TO COMPLIMEHEHNT”

“What a shame. That’s another minute. It’s almost as if you’re doing this on purpose.” Darius said smugly, moving one hand from the boy’s hip to quickly scribble over his stomach.

“I WAHASN’T THIHINKING.” Hunter squealed as Darius brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. “I DIHIHDN’T MEHEAN IT.” He racked his brain for anything he could say about himself to make up for his slip up but the tickles were making it a little hard to think clearly. He then remembered the very thing that got him into this mess in the first place. Yeah. He could use that. “IHI’VE BEHEHN WORKING HARARD OHON SEWHING AND IH”VE GOHOTEN A LIHITLE BETTER”

Darius sighed, “I’ll take it.” A thin layer of goo dissipated from the top of the hourglass, “Though I’d argue that “working hard” and “a little better” are not  sufficient complements.” He figured he should show at least a little mercy and count Hunter’s half-baked attempt regardless.

“I CAHAN’T THIHINK STRAHAIGHT, IT TIHIHCKLES. CUHUT MEHE SOME SLAHCK.” He demanded.

“Oh does it now? It’s almost as if that’s the whole point of this exercise, little prince.” Darius quipped sarcastically. “Though if you really want it to tickle, I suppose we could work something out.” Without any further warning, Darius moved both hands to swiftly prod and squeeze at Hunter’s ribs, causing a scream to ring out from him at the sudden intensity. “This is a bad spot, isn’t it?.”

Hunter didn’t have a clever retort or really any words as he had no choice but to sit back and lose himself in happy laughter. At one point or another he had leaned his head back and shut his eyes, so it came as a surprise when he heard a “One more minute” from a voice above him. 

Darius began to slow down his hands in an attempt to ward away at least a little of what was sure to be lingering sensitivity when the minute was up. He lightened his touch and moved again to his sides, leaving Hunter in constant giggles, as opposed to the screaming of earlier. 

He finally stopped the tickling and moved back to give Hunter room to breathe through the remainder of his laughter. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeheah. After all, Ihi’ve been through haharder training.” Hunter giggled

“I’m glad. If you’d like, we can go back to sewing after a bit of a break. We still have a little time.” 

“Thahat sounds good, but I sthihill need a bit of a breather.” 

“I believe we can work that in.” Darius fondly smiled at him. 

It was truly an odd sight to see Hunter so comfortable and happy and… relaxed. Darius didn’t think anyone had seen him like this in years. He realized with his own smirk and teasy eyes, he might have looked the same to Hunter. They were incredibly lucky to have each other.

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Special thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this year, you've been incredible!

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #tickling #sfw tickling community #lee!hunter #ler!darius #toh hunter #darius deamonne

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

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[ihearttweek]

creek smut | rough sex | but ultimately super sappy, they’re in love

formatted version on ao3 : here

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tweek was pretty fucking fed up with this.

he stood tiredly, and very much– aggravated ( for a lack of a better word ), in the doorway of their office. it was originally just another bedroom, barely, it was barely bordering on the size of someone’s closet. craig worked languidly at his laptop, groaning into his palms.

because unlike tweek, he’s a notorious procrastinator. he wasn’t in top of his shit 24/7 like he is. it takes him all the way up until receiving a very passive aggressive email from one of his classmates to get his shit together and bullshit his way through another assignment.

well, one of the perks of being decently smart is that he half-assed well enough to always pass. but, still not smart enough to take account of deadlines. he’d spend days giving it a ; “good look over”, as he called it, and the other small part actually doing it.

the sound of metal clinking brought him up out of his hands, looking over his shoulder and swiveling his chair back. tweek. tweek was stirring a mug full of tea for himself, and carried another, hooking his fingers of the same hand into the handle. craig lazily smiled.

“hey, babe,” he motioned for tweek to come closer. he did not. “sleep well?”

tweek humph-ed at him, resting a hand onto his hip. very straightforwardly, he said “fuck you.” craig’s smile dropped. he furrowed his brows at him.

“what?” despite this, tweek still came to set craig’s tea onto the desk. craig pat his hip in appreciation, but tweek shimmied away from him. this was very confusing, too many mixed signals. “baby, what’s the matter?”

“you keep leaving me lonely all night, man.” tweek mumbled in annoyance. craig grabbed for him, but tweek refused to budge. “you can’t keep doing this shit,” he gestured to the chair, his hands moving more furiously while he talked. common signs of a pissed off tweek. craig was a little intimidated. “‘cause you complain about your back hurting and shit. and being tired. and i fucking miss you.”

craig frowned. “‘m not doin’ it on purpose, honey, i’m sorry.” but tweek just huffed at him indignantly. “don’t be like this. please.” tweek gave him an unwavering stare for a solid few seconds. until, finally, he sighed aloud.

craig got hopeful. “whatever,” the bite behind it stung, and that hope was soon gone, that just made it worse. tweek turned harshly to leave, but craig made grabby-hands for him like a toddler. tweek stayed in the doorway again. “what do you want?” he sounded frustrated, his voice nearly breaking. he wasn’t as angry as he was just plain upset.

“for you to lose the fucking attitude?” craig shot back instantly. whoops. tweek turned back again, more erratically and fueled. “wait- fuck,” tweek, by some grace of god, turned back.

the undeniable sadness in his eyes just made craig ache. he extended out his leg a bit, patting his thigh for tweek to sit. “stay with me?”

“i don’t want to watch you do this all day again.” his fingers clutched at the doorframe. craig let out a shaky sigh, putting out his hands sort of just feeling defeated. tweek prodded him with a look, he quirked his brow at him expectantly. craig sighed again.

“i don’t know.” he said. tweek stood there a little longer, letting his arms fall loosely at his sides.

eventually, he trudged over to accept craig’s invite into his lap. craig’s arms were promptly around him , seeking contact from his body– he was worried, sue him. a small kiss was placed into his blonde hair, but tweek dropped his head and ultimately avoided it. craig was, now, even more crushed.

“tweek.” he persisted. tweek gave a short whine. his body was trembling, this could mean nothing good. this meant tweek was already pushed past saving him from a breakdown. this meant craig was in trouble. he was fucked. craig’s insides just coiled further. “come on. stop this.”

“stop what?” tweek said petulantly. craig brushed his fingers along his shoulder, and tweek was squirming. but craig wasn’t planning on just letting him go. tweek gave a few meager inept punches to his shoulder. craig only held him tighter to his chest.

tweek, subsequently, just gave up. his ultimately smaller body had no use fighting out of his resilient hold. he slumped into his arms instead. “talk to me, baby.” craig murmured. “please?”

it didn’t take long for a sob to tear through tweek. his shoulders shook with effort, hiccuping weakly. “you don’t want me anymore.” his voice was so small and pitiful.

“what?” craig sputtered. “tweek, you’re insane.”

tweek persisted. “you don’t. you don’t spend time with me. you don’t love me,” craig shushed him from delving into his mantra, but that only seemed to frustrate him worse.

“don’t, baby. please,” craig’s hands clung to tweek’s sweater for comfort.

“i miss us.” tweek continued.

“babe,”

“you don’t come lay with me anymore.”

“tweek.”

“you don’t love me like you used to. you don’t even touch me like you used to.”

“honey,”

“you didn’t eat with me last night, even.” tweek cried into his chest. “you barely kiss me. we haven’t had sex in weeks, craig.”

craig cupped his face, firmly. “tweek.” tweek stopped. he just sniffled. “stop it.” he lifted tweek by the chin to face him, swiping a tear from his cheek. tweek’s frown deepened. “you’re horribly wrong, i still love you, babe. it’s not your fault.” he leaned in to gently peck his lips, but tweek dodged it.

“you’re an asshole.” tweek weakly punched into craig’s chest again. and, craig let him. “i hate you right now.” well, there was a ‘right now’ bit, at least.

craig held him again, tweek writhing and fighting against him. “i know.” he sighed. “i’m sorry. it’s got nothing to do with you. i wanna fix this, but you have to let me.” it took a little for tweek to still his fists. he looked defeated, now.

a few beats of silence. the tension was palpable, and craig despised it. “okay?” he tried.

tweek slumped further into him, his nose smushed into his chest. “i don’t know what to say.” craig brought him back up to look at him. craig kissed his temple, and tweek actually let him this time around.

“stay with me, please? we can watch something. do you wanna watch something?” craig soothed tweek’s scalp, slowly twisting at the strands of his hair.

tweek diminished into his hand. “nuh uh,” he murmured almost childishly.

“what do you wanna do?” he didn’t say anything for a little, and tweek began to shift up out of his lap silently. “babe?”

“i’m tired,” he persisted on trying to get up. craig still was firm. “i want to go to bed.”

“i’ll come with you,” craig reached a hand out for his laptop to tilt the screen about 45 degrees. tweek snatched at his wrist.

“no.”

“no?”

“no. we can talk later.” by that, it meant tweek would go wallow away for the entire day. and once it sank in again, he’d be more agitated than now. and that sort of levels is good for nobody involved.

tweek was just plain being petty now. craig was not having it.

he grabbed tweek’s chin again, stroking his jaw. “stop.” craig gave him a hard glare that made tweek stiffen. it gave him full body chills. “quit fighting me.”and he slowly captured his lips in a fervent kiss. so much so it made tweek whimper against his lips.

and, tweek was kissing back pretty much instantaneously.

craig was pouring every last bit of all of his emotions into it, clutching tweek’s jaw and carding his fingers into tweek’s hair. craig forgot how good it felt to make out with his boyfriend. tweek was sucking at his bottom lip like a fucking leech, lapping his tongue around his mouth and making small mewls into it which craig happily swallowed into the back of his throat. he has really missed this.

craig ran his hands down his body, caressing his back. their teeth were clicking, missing each others lips, bumping noses and saliva pooling. it felt like they were inexperienced teenagers again. where it felt it was fueled by the anticipatory, perfervid hunger, and excitement of having close contact with each other.

and yeah, hormones, too. craig was, now, also helplessly horny, and tweek wasn’t helping any. the want to hold onto his body was now mixed with the need to hold his body down and fuck into him for the rest of the morning.

his lips were quickly coaxing tweek to sag into him, breathing hard out his nose. craig felt it tickle the skin of his cheek. tweek’s shaking hands found purchase in the fabric of craig’s sweats, pinching and pulling. his petty demeanor was being melded away at, his fingernails digging into craig’s thighs and gently rocking his hips into him. the slightest bit of affection given, and tweek would be all his.

and thinking back to what tweek was upset about; yeah, craig came up empty in trying to recount the last time he truly paid any kind of this attention towards him. it explained his eagerness. ( both of theirs, truthfully. ) tweek was missing getting kissed goodnight. getting held in craig’s arms to help him sleep. all of that, obviously, but he was also missing out on an overdue satisfying pounding.

he was being deprived, unfairly. he likes to think he has every right to be this greedy straight of the bat. sometimes, he just wants dick, dammit. that’s fair.

craig was the first to pull back, quick to move down to his neck and press wet, messy kisses to any exposed skin. he toyed with the hem of his sweater, before insistently tugging on it. “take your fucking clothes off.” he mumbled into tweek’s ear, giving it a quick nip as he yanked his boyfriend closer, curling one arm under tweek’s waist and bracing him back onto the desk behind them, pressing his back flat into it.

tweek didn’t exactly process it all that quick, instead mewling in surprise. “now.” he urged hastily. when tweek finally acquiesced it, craig was already shoving it off his body himself and discarding it off to the floor. he was wasting no time. craig was usually slow with him.

with tweek’s torso being exposed, craig dropped his head to his neck again, nipping at his skin briskly, rubbing circles into his prominent hipbones. tweek’s body twitched needily, ankles locking around craig’s body, hand clutching to the top of the desk for leverage. craig worked his teeth into his pale skin, glistening already with a light sheen of sweat, utterly fixated on marking the entire expanse of his flesh.

craig finally trailed from the of fragile skin of tweek’s protruding collarbone to the base of his sternum. he lingered there long enough to inhale deeply through his nose, gaze flickering up to tweek’s face. so pretty, and already ruined. bringing a hand up from tweek’s hip, he deliberately flicked over his nipple with his thumb. tweek unconsciously kicked out a leg and let out a strained, strangled sob, shivering in oversensitivity already.

craig gave a few more hard periods of his sinking his teeth into various parts of his shallow stomach, relishing in how his muscles twitched. he alternated between his nipples for a minute or so, and then tapped his side, signaling for him to turn over. but tweek just mewled dumbly, brain already scrambled. craig stopped touching him, which made tweek cry out again. some tears wet tweek’s bottom lashes as he wailed from the sudden loss of contact.

“huh?” tweek whimpered. craig simply just chose to grab him firmly by his hips, manhandling him and maneuvering him over. craig pushed his knee under him to hold him up momentarily, tweek’s body becoming easily pliable for craig to meld. craig gave an appreciative slap to his thigh, hooking his fingers into the waistband of tweek’s boxers and pulling them to just about half past his thighs. craig caressed the back of one, his hand almost big enough to cover the entire circumference of it. he smirked, pleased with himself to feel how hard tweek’s legs were already trembling.

with his other hand, he spread open tweek’s ass. digging into the soft flesh firmly, appreciating his body. he’s a bony little thing, sure, but he’s got an ass on him. tweek wriggled his hips back to obediently present himself to craig, peeking back behind his shoulder to look at him.

craig took a few more seconds to salivate over him, and then clapped the side of it appreciatively. it elicited an obscenely loud slap, making tweek flinch on impact, eyes fluttering closed and jaw clenching. what was left behind was a pink handprint. craig smiled a bit, pleased with himself.

“craig,” tweek mewled, gyrating his hips back over craig’s knee. craig huffed, getting to his knees, hands holding tweek against the desk firmly. he didn’t hesitate to sink his fucking teeth into him. after a series of fruitless kicks of protest from tweek, craig just continued, leaving harsh marks right into him. eating his ass, literally, if you will. no? alright.

no matter how hard tweek tried to pull away, craig wouldn’t let him. tweek did enjoy the sensation of craig’s large, calloused hands caressing his sides and his thumbs pressing harshly into his spine. craig began to slide his tongue over him, too, and tweek groaned in satisfaction. he reached one of his own hands back to hold into craig’s hair, gripping hard into the curls and twisting his fingers through them.

much too focused on the task at hand, craig’s tongue was everywhere now, lapping over every part of tweek’s ass. except, he was diligently neglecting his hole. tweek let out another squeal. craig had the urge to give grace for what he was being presented, tweek was fucking unreal. mentally laughing in his mind, he did. he’s a good religious boy at heart, his mother would be proud.

gracias señor por estos alimentos. he stared at how tweek 's soft, pretty cock was weeping cum onto the desk. y bendice las manos que los prepararon ( not really, fuck his parents.) taking note of the fact the he was completely fucking shaven. how long had he’d been anticipating this? amen. releasing a hand from tweek’s side, craig gently cupped his balls, gradually applying pressure with his fingertips and then pinching softly at the skin of his perineum.

tweek was twitching too hard to make it really easy, and craig was only teasing. he wasn’t going out of his way to pay attention to what he really wanted craig to. craig was usually the insistently giving type, but not now. craig could be petty, too.

once he pulled back from him, the scene displayed out was rewarding. overwhelmingly so. tweek had red and purpling teeth marks all over his milky, supple skin. they’d be there for a while, and them bruising would have to hurt, craig supposed. he reminded himself mentally to make sure to give tweek a lot more extra kisses and a nice, sympathetic back rub after this. he would need it. and maybe dinner, too.

he instinctively went to kiss the weltering marks, gently pecking a few. to be a little nicer, he looped an arm under tweek’s body and wrapped his fingers around tweek’s cock. he was aching already. he gave a few gentle tugs, and rolled his thumb around the pink slit. with his free hand, he tugged on the back of tweek’s head by his hair, forcing his head up. he leaned over to meet his ear, sucking at it before grunting.

“you’re so eager for me, hmm?” tweek nodded absentmindedly. “you want this so bad don’t you? such a good fucking boy.”

with the combination of the previous stimulation from grinding over craig’s knee, and this, it sent tweek spasming quickly, crying loudly with sobs racking his body as he came into craig’s hand right on the words. quick, thick spurts covered his fingers and a few stray drops landed onto the desk beneath him. craig grinned puckishly, tenaciously working his thumb on the swollen tip for a prolonged amount of time.

“craig, nghh, please, please,” he sobbed, he sounded wrecked. his raspy, shaky cries stirred all of craig’s insides up. craig didn’t let up, not until tweek’s muscles clamped so hard that his legs locked tight. in the darkened screen of craig’s laptop, he could see the reflection of tweek’s blissed out face. brows knitted together, eyes glazed over and brimming with tears, mouth slack. completely just, perfect.

he looked like he was on some kind of high, his drained out eyes were fixated now, looking straight into craig’s soul. his eyes are so fucking alluring, it’s downright unfair. ( and cruel, honestly, his dick could barely keep up. ) tweek was a fucking beautiful mess. his entire body was trembling and quivering, craig wanted to fold him over and fuck into his smaller frame until he broke. fucking christ, he looked good like this.

craig didn’t plan on giving him any pity for being pretty, however. craig used the middle finger of his left hand, dripping with tweek’s cum, to gently trace a circle around his pink, exposed hole. just on the outside of the puckered ring, not quite able to penetrate him more than just with the tip of his finger. tweek whimpered, another feeble cry tearing through him. tears spilling and running down his flushed cheeks, temple gleaming with sweat, drips of spit hanging off his bottom lip. sweat soaked his hair and it matted against his forehead. so sensitive without even getting properly fucked yet.

craig was instantly slamming open a drawer within the desk looking for anything to use as lube. there weren’t many options. tweek’s needy little noises were being drowned out by the sound of useless clattering. there was a small vat of unscented hand lotion. would have to do. another mental reminder to make tweek something decent for breakfast, too. and watch house hunters with him.

craig unscrewed the lid and slicked up his index, middle, and ring fingers. it was thick, and cold. he slid his middle finger inside of tweek, using the lotion as lubrication. he got it down to about his knuckle, tweek was sucking him in. he was fucking tight. that both intimidated him and aroused him. it felt like his dick was nearly swollen with arousal already, pulsing and throbbing within the constraints of his clothes. tweek was too short for him to really be able to reach craig’s pelvis. that made it so craig was unable to grind up into him or anything, so he had to make it quick.

which was sort of unfortunate for craig, he was trying to prolong this for as long as possible and give his same energy back. he loves tweek, god, does he— but he’s a brat. and, tweek also makes him terribly horny terribly quick. watching tweek come apart, twitching and groaning and moaning, from such simple gestures was way too easy for him. and that got craig going every single time.

craig gave him no real time to adjust, quickly squeezing in his ring finger. it was honestly a struggle. craig took a hand and placed it firmly onto tweek’s shoulder, pushing his own body back to create a little gap for more arm room.

he gradually is picking up the pace with his fingers, a loud squelching noise following. it isn’t like tweek doesn’t know how to take dick– he’s gripping around him and releasing, but he’s not relaxing. “jesus, tweek. when’s the last time you opened yourself up?” he’s gently stroking his back now to try and soothe him a little. he wasn’t a total asshole.

tweek grunted, knees almost buckling. “ngh, other night, dunno.”

craig lovingly pinched his side. “you’re clamping down on me. guess your just a natural fucking whore,” he slipped in his last finger. it was mean– or sounded that way. but craig knows tweek likes it, he shuddered, getting all bambi legged, almost toppling over. craig would have to help support him eventually.

his poor boyfriend was writhing and sobbing, blubbering and hiccuping, throat raw and hoarse. usually, when tweek was crying, his instinct is to hold him all protective like. but that was a different kind of cry. that was a ‘holy shit i am going to explode’ kind of cry. this was a ‘holy shit i am going to explode. but in a good way’, kind of cry. but still craig had the instinct to get all lovey-dovey on him, gently kissing him up and telling him he’s gonna be okay, praising him.

but he still jammed in and out of tweek, all until his ass felt less constricted, just the slightest bit. keeping his fingers in, he shuffled back up to tweek. tweek struggled, but he got onto his tip-toes, this made it so his ass bumped just below his cock. craig let out the quietest groan, removing his fingers and ignoring the way tweek wailed about it, and wiped them down tweek’s lean thigh.

craig untied his sweats, tugging them til they were bunched at his ankles, and in a hurried swoop, did the same with his boxers.

tweek shivered in absolute fear ( and delight ) at the feeling of craig’s cock slapping just over his back. he whimpered, in concern for himself, because fuck is he hard. tweek was dubious on if he’d be able to walk very well, let alone stand. judging on craig’s previous roughness, it wasn’t likely.

if craig didn’t know better and wasn’t already used to it, the sight of just how fucking huge his dick looked laying flat against tweek’s back should’ve been uncanny. and not to say that it wasn’t, it absolutely was. it nudged just to a few inches below the middle of tweek’s back. it was abnormal how tweek was able to take it, craig would’ve felt horrible if he didn’t know how much tweek liked it.

craig began to slather up his own cock with the remnants of what was left in the tub of lotion, grunting at how bad he needed it. he was aching. tweek eagerly wiggled back into him.

usually, they were accustomed to getting around their height difference. and not just sex wise, either. tweek was used to having to tug craig down for kisses and such, he’d never stop complaining about it ever since craig did gain his growth spurt. there was nothing craig could really do other than take it, i mean, wasn’t his fault his dad was an enormous guy.

however, right now, it was pretty apparent. and sort of an issue, tweek wouldn’t be able to keep up on his toes, that’s for damn sure. craig thought for a moment, and suddenly, gripped tweek below the waist and lifting him up from the floor ever so slightly. tweek kicked his feet a bit disgruntled. with no warning, craig prodded tweek’s hole for a second, or two, and then just shoved right in. tweek sputtered out a cry so high in volume it was barely even registered as audible.

craig’s fingers stay put, dragging along just above his pelvis, just barely missing his cock. all on purpose. as he scraped his dick in further, he felt a bump protruding from the little cavity that was tweek’s stomach from his cock pounding into him. jesus christ.

“good fucking boy,” he punctuated each word with a slam into his ass, digging his nails into tweek’s skin. tweek just went completely limp, his limbs sagging uselessly. to be honest, he sort of felt like a fleshlight. both because of the way he was being held, and also of the way he was being fucked into relentlessly. craig’s pace was brutal, and punishing. he felt delirious, and dizzy, a tiny bit.

craig tirelessly bounced him off and on his cock, a stinging sensation coursing through tweek’s body. not in a way that hurt too bad, but just, overwhelming? his legs were shaking, having nothing to rest onto. it was a lot for tweek, which made it all the more nice for craig to watch. and to feel the way he would react to his every stroke.

beads of sweat forming along craig’s forehead from the intensity. he was getting a tad weak in the knees, too. half of his strength was going to keeping tweek up. the other half was going to thrusting into him as fast as he was. eventually, he hoisted tweek up enough to balance him back on one knee, looping an arm securely around his waist. he took his now free hand and gripped onto tweek’s hair, tipping his head back.

craig bit down onto his ear, causing tweek to jerk in shock. the biting soon turned into nibbling, working the lobe tediously between his teeth. craig began scratching, digging his nails into his scalp. it was going until tweek was wincing, biting on his bottom lip. it almost drew blood.

craig grunted loudly, losing his hold with his teeth. he panted into tweek’s ear. “you fucking wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” tweek simply whimpered in response, clutching desperately at craig’s wrist. the hair pulling did somewhat hurt, he had a tender scalp from years of abusing it when he was little, ( sometimes now, even ). “i think you did.”

in contrast, however, craig was giving him gentle pecks to the side of his face following each heavy thrust. tweek already felt thoroughly used, his body just dangling, he felt like some sort of ragdoll. body shaking with sobs. but, he felt good, he didn’t want craig to stop. the pressure of craig’s hips slamming against his aching prostate was heavenly. tweek had been craving this, wanting this. he just forgot that craig could drive him this crazy. he liked being worn out like this.

craig grabbed him closer, somehow, and pulled out half way before slamming back in. tweek kicked a bit involuntarily, his mouth going agape, eyes crossing, saliva threatening to leave his lips.

craig was close. he’s been close ever since tweek was gyrating onto his thigh. seeing him desperate is his thing. to be fair, tweek is just kind of his thing. tweek could do anything during sex and he’d be more than happy to endure it, he thinks. his insides were coiling. he wasn’t sure how much longer he had. or how much more strength he had left.

tweek’s body was pulling back, clamping over craig’s cock. “craig,” he had other words to say, but he couldn’t articulate them. they turned into incomprehensible murmurs and cries. craig pulled on his hair and turned his head to the side, kissing him.

it was mostly tongue. craig kept tweek’s head firm with the grip on his hair. tweek was clumsily missing his mouth. mainly cut off by all of the noises leaving his lips. he was losing his voice. he couldn’t muster anything more than stupid whimpers and mumbling craig’s name. craig was giving him gentle kisses along his bottom lip and chin, not minding the copious amount of saliva. he looked beautiful all fucked out.

tweek’s eyes unfocused, drooping, and stuttering closed as he came again. his dick went flaccid, cum painting the underside of his stomach and the desk. craig huffed heavily at the tightening sensation. he dropped tweek’s hair and focused all of his last bits of strength into holding him around the middle, securing him to the flat top.

his fingertips almost touched. that was fucking insane.

craig let out a long, extensive strings of curses. he locked his knees to hold himself firmly to the ground, sinking down to lay his chest over tweek’s back and biting into tweek’s shoulder. tweek couldn’t do anything other than moan and cry, hands trembling along with literally every other one of the muscles in his body. still spasming and fluttering around craig’s vigorous, relentless movements. his head lolled over the cool surface beneath him.

craig was losing his composure, the anticipation of his orgasm making him cave. with a stuttering, harsh series of pulling tweek back down onto his cock, tweek struggling to keep taking it. he bit down onto tweek’s shoulder harder, letting a muffled “fuck.” strain through his lips as he unloaded into him. his calves strained, struggling to stay up. he leaned a bit more into tweek, searching for support, despite tweek being the one relying off of craig’s.

panting, he let his head hang. sweaty, warm, tight, holy fuck.

what pulled him from it was tweek’s unfaltering sobs. the protectiveness consumed craig again. he used his very last ounce of strength to carefully slip out of tweek, giving a few final tugs on his sensitive cock, letting the last drops of his release falling over tweek’s back. taking a quick second to look him over, he gave a gentle pat to his side, huffing out a breath and linking his arms underneath tweek’s, pulling him off the desk and hosting him up into his arms.

tweek let out hoarse little cries, and craig gently shushed them, wiping his weeping eyes with his thumb. “you did so good. so good.” tweek clutched onto his wrist for comfort. “did i hurt you? are you okay?”

tweek tiredly shook his head no. craig continued to wipe away his tears, half stumbling and half trying to retain his current strength enough to sit down into the rickety office chair. craig held him close, tweek bunching his knees to his chest to cover his shaking body. he felt vulnerable. he was quite physically exposed.

craig exhaled, and nudged his nose into tweek’s neck and kissed him, letting his lips stay firm. tweek relaxed enough to crane his neck and let his head rest atop of craig’s. tweek gently played with craig’s hair for comfort, still recovering.

they sat in silence, breathing hard. and after a second, craig stirred back up and nudged his knee into tweek’s leg resting over it. “shower?”

“please,” craig smiled a little, stroking tweek’s skin. “i love you, stop being a dick,” he said, chuckling breathlessly.

craig hummed a bit. “i love you too.” he kissed his neck again, and then got up with tweek in his arms towards the bathroom.

#ao3 #fanfic #south park #creek #south park fluff #south park smut #craig tucker #tweek tweak

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Sebek - A Game of Hanetsuki

“Your right side is completely open!” 

With a mighty battlecry, Sebek swung his hagoita with all his strength. The hane hit with a solid thwack! and went sailing through the air. It hit the ground just to the right of the prefect’s foot, sending a small chunk of snow powder flying. Sebek smirked widely at the prefect’s slow blink. “Hah! Victory is mine once more!” 

A short sigh sounded behind him. “Sebek. We are practicing extending the game longer than three minutes. You are shortening it now by two full minutes.” 

His sense of victory quelled a bit in the wake of Vil’s admonishment. He turned to give the housewarden a stilted bow. “My apologies! I allowed myself to be carried away.” 

Vil sighed and adjusted the veil across his face. Behind him, a line of students continued to trail in and out of the Mystery Shop, though their numbers noticeably paled in comparison to their first few days on the job. Asher, Porfirio, and Merle stood off to the side of the shop, the three of them unabashedly watching as they enjoyed the candy they had purchased. 

“It isn’t an issue to be so dramatically remorseful over,” Vil said. His tired tone matched the intense frown he gave Sebek. “However, you are continuously making the same mistake. Are you even attempting to adjust your strategy?” 

The accusation felt like a direct insult to his character. “Of course, I am adjusting my strategy!” 

A muffled snort sounded from the other side of their makeshift hanetsuki court. “Yeah right! You and Yuu are acting like this is some kinda deathmatch! I haven’t even gotten to hit the little ball once!” 

Sebek turned again to aim his protest at the little monster. His eyes caught the prefect’s gaze. Her fierce glower immediately stoked the flames of his competitive spirit. His smirk returned without hesitation. “You should direct your ire towards your teammate. Even I know better than to not utilize my partner.” 

Yuu’s glowering eyes narrowed into an even fiercer glare. Sebek didn’t bother to stifle his hearty laugh. He barely heard the next sigh that escaped Vil. “You have very little room to brag on that topic...” 

Yuu swung her hagoita to aim at Sebek. “I’m sending the next hane straight between your eyes.” 

Sebek’s hearty laugh diminished into an amused chuckle. “I would like to see you try! There is nothing you could send my way that I couldn’t deflect!” 

Grim waved his hagoita, which was nearly the same size as him, in the air before throwing it to the ground. He kicked up the snow as he made a little path back to the Mystery Shop. “You two have at it! I’m gonna go see if Ace and Deuce are done shopping yet.” 

Yuu huffed and crouched to dig the hane out of the snow. Sebek caught the sound of the additional crunch of snow beneath several feet. “Excuse me. Are we able to play the game without making a purchase at the shop now?” 

Sebek turned to answer Asher’s hesitant question, but Vil was already answering for him. “My apologies. We are off the clock at the moment. Camryn is very adamant we take the allotted thirty minutes Sam gives us for a break. We are just practicing.” 

Porfirio snorted around the candy stick jutting from his mouth. “Practicing? From what I hear, Sebek doesn’t need any extra practice.” 

Sebek proudly puffed out his chest. “I see my reputation has spread across the campus. Malleus will be especially impressed when he hears of my accolades!” 

Merle popped his bird-shaped green candy out of his mouth long enough to add, “The other students are saying they’re gonna boycott the rest of the New Year sale because they’re fed up with losing so much.” 

The admission made Sebek balk. Vil shot him a stern glance. “We have noticed the decline in our sales.” 

“It’s not just because of you!” Asher quickly assured. He nudged the bottom edge of his glasses with his mittened hands, his already pink cheeks reddening more. “We’ve heard Ruggie and Cater make a pretty solid team too. That’s why...uhm...” 

“Asher and Merle wanna play against each other,” Porfirio blurted with obvious boredom. He picked at his cuticles for added disinterest. “They don’t care about winning the golden ticket or whatever it is. Sam didn’t have a hanetsuki set for sell either. Apparently, it’s just an exclusive event for the New Year sale.” 

“You two want to play against one another?” Vil repeated. Asher ducked his head in obvious embarrassment, but Merle met Vil’s gaze with a challenging one. Vil merely chuckled. “Interesting. I don’t believe we’ve had a pair approach us with that type of request.” Vil hummed and tapped the edge of his hagoita lightly against the ground. His grin widened. “We still have a few minutes left in our break, and I wouldn’t mind the extra time to straighten up a bit. Sebek? Do you mind a switch in partners?” 

Vil turned his full attention to Sebek, which made Sebek straighten his shoulders. “Of course not!” Sebek smirked. “I have learned to quickly adapt to any situation!” 

For some reason, Vil’s smile widened, causing noticeable wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “I surely hope you have.” He handed his hagoita to Asher. When the boy hesitated, Vil gave Asher a light push in Yuu’s direction. “Why don’t you team up with Yuu? I’m sure you saw his partner abandon him.” 

Yuu lost her fierce expression long enough to give Asher a reassuring smile. The boy responded in kind before joining her. Merle grabbed the hagoita Grim had abandoned and stood sternly beside Sebek. Sebek nodded, finding the other boy’s grave demeanor a positive sign. He understood the importance of approaching any challenge with his full potential! 

Vil chuckled lightly, but Sebek had already refocused his attention on the prefect. “Good luck. You will need it now that Yuu has a better incentive." 

The only signal of Vil’s departure was his light step across the snow. Porfirio moved into a better position to observe their match. His teeth noisily clicked against his candy. “So is there some kind of countdown or something? Or do you just hit the ball back and forth like a group of grade-schoolers?” 

Sebek pointed his hagoita at the prefect, who now held the hane. “I will allow the opposing team the honor of serving!” 

Yuu’s narrowed stare had returned. Vil couldn’t understand why Sebek refused to hold back in their practice matches against the prefect. Her fierce expression only made Sebek’s anticipation rise. It almost felt like the unbridled energy of a lightning storm sizzled beneath his skin. 

The prefect had the unmistakable air of a warrior, and Sebek refused to dishonor her (or himself) with anything less than his full potential! 

Yuu lightly tossed the hane into the air. The hagoita emitted a hollow thud, and the hane flew in a spiraling arc towards Sebek. With a smirk, Sebek easily returned the serve with an effortless grunt. The hane twirled through the air towards Asher. Asher made a tiny sound—like he hadn’t been prepared for the hane to fly in his direction—but he was able to lunge forward just in time to keep the small ball in the air. 

Sebek’s smirk widened. The hane’s wobbly trajectory made it easy for him to predict its destination and compensate for his next swing. He targeted the prefect’s weak side and put all his strength behind his swing. Like previous strikes, it would land—. 

Yuu switched the hagoita from her left hand to the right without hesitation. The hane hit the hagoita, but instead of lobbing it back in Sebek’s direction, she bounced the hane on the end of her hagoita. Sebek gapped at the ridiculous way she juggled the hane in the air, lurching from side-to-side when the feathered ball nearly flew out of her reach. She lightly hit it towards Asher. “Catch it, Asher!” 

Asher gasped, but he managed to catch the hane on the edge of his hagoita. It veered in the opposite direction of Sebek and Merle, but Yuu caught it before it hit the ground. She hit it towards Asher again with ample warning. Anticipating her move this time, Asher caught the hane and fell into an easy rhythm of bouncing it in the air above him like Yuu had. 

With a small laugh, Asher carefully turned towards Merle. “It’s coming your way!” 

Merle maintained a focused demeanor when he lunged forward to hit the hane back to their opponents. Yuu caught the ball once more and bounced it between her and Asher for a bit, allowing her partner to become more relaxed. Sebek grunted when the hane went sailing back to Merle, who awkwardly bounced it in the air like they had before sending it back. “That’s not how you play hanetsuki!” 

Yuu aimed her hagoita at him while Asher focused on the hane. Her fierce glare, which had softened as she played with Asher, returned. “The rules are the hane can’t touch the ground! It’s not touching the ground. Ergo, we’re playing the game just fine.” 

Sebek stepped to the side as if to intersect the hane when Asher hit it back to Merle. Only the reminder of his and Vil’s strategic teamwork kept him on his side of the court. He watched the hane spiral through the air between the other three. When Yuu sent the hane flying in Merle’s direction again with a precise hit, Sebek shouted, “You’re purposefully hitting the hane away from me!” 

Yuu glowered at him, standing off to the side to allow Asher and Merle to hit the hane back-and-forth between them. “Aren’t you supposed to be training to have fun?” 

Sebek would deny it later when Porfirio joked at his expense, but he couldn’t hold back the angry little stomp that sent his foot several centimeters into the snow. “This is not fun!” 

Yuu barely reacted to his shout. “It’s plenty fun to me. A lot more than you just hitting the hane in the same spot every time. I thought you weren’t supposed to be predictable as a royal guard or whatever.” 

“Predictable!” Sebek sputtered. He aimed his hagoita at the prefect like an actual weapon. “I will show you predictable! I will gain my victory without aiming for your weak spot.” 

“You’re still missing the point,” Yuu said. She paused long enough to catch the hane that sailed out of Asher’s range. She juggled it in front of her. “Until you stop aiming for my right side, you’re not getting the hane back.” 

Sebek sputtered. “You can’t just hog the hane from me!” 

His protest did nothing to alter the hane’s path in Merle’s direction. Merle hit it back to Asher without pause. When Sebek directed his protests at Merle, the other boy just glowered back at him. “I’m only doing this because Asher wanted to. I could care less about whatever rivalry you two have right now.” 

When Vil returned fifteen minutes later, the game was still in progress, and Sebek hadn’t found an opportunity to hit the hane once. Vil only smirked when Sebek shared his protest. “Oh? You mean to say the prefect became more focused on allowing Asher and Merle to have an enjoyable experience rather than butting heads with you? It’s almost as if Yuu is finally helping your training to reinvigorate our customer’s interest in hanetsuki instead of the two of you focusing on your hotheaded rivalry.” 

The hane bouncing off the side of Sebek’s head followed by Yuu and Asher’s cheers for winning the game prevented Sebek from responding. 

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #original characters #sam's new year sale 2024 event #idk why but I love the art for this card

[pillow-anime-talk]

disturbing him (but in a pleasant way).

request​: hi! can i have an one-shot with matt’s female s/o giving him head while he’s in the middle of a game?

# tags: scenario; current relationships; romance; smut; gamer!mail & sweet!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual activities, handjob & blowjob, sloppy, hair pulling, cum on face

includes: female reader ft. mail jeevas {death note}

author’s note: love it >:)

It was one of the cooler evenings, and Mail was in the middle of the game and completing several missions. The police were also chasing him (GTA things, btw). Nevertheless, he was doing really well, efficiently escaping in his car from a helicopter and two patrols.

In the meantime, you left the shower and started your night-time body care; you used your favorite moisturizing cream for legs and arms, you took care of your face with a serum, you also used oil on the ends of your hair and finished everything with a beautifully scented body mist. Then you brushed your hair and put on your pajamas at the end.

After leaving the bathroom, you immediately went to your boyfriend to spend some time with him before going to bed; he was still gaming, this time he was on a boat, still with the police tail behind him. Matt held a half-burnt cigarette between his lips, and his goggles were on the other side of the couch. He was dressed as always in his favorite striped T-shirt and dark pants. Ah, he was also sitting in the middle on the above-mentioned sofa, without any shoes or socks.

You sat down next to him, and your head automatically fell onto his shoulder. He smelled of cigarettes and his favorite perfumes, and you felt at home.

“Everything's all right?” The boy asked and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, I’m just a little tired.” You admitted softly, closing your eyelids.

“Why don’t you lie down in the bedroom? I will come to you soon, I’ll only finish three missions.” He smiled slightly and you just shook your head. You preferred to spend time with him, even if your boyfriend was just playing games and getting nervous at the light TV screen.

A few longer minutes passed and you finally opened your eyes; you looked at your boyfriend’s face, his hands frantically touching the buttons and his slowly rising stomach. Then your gaze landed lower and you noticed something you hadn’t noticed before. Your boyfriend has always disguised himself very well with his feelings, even the erotic ones... But fortunately you are a really good and caring girl.

So your hand took its place on your boyfriend’s belly, right next to his belly button. Then you moved it much lower – so that it was finally on Mail’s zip. The teen tensed a little and then looks at you.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“I see you need help, so I’m helping you.” You chuckled, and your fingers efficiently unhooked the button and slid down his pants a bit. Your warm hand and the low temperature in the room made goose bumps appear on the brunet’s whole body. Your thumb immediately began forming circles on the tip of the penis and smearing the pre-cum that was slowly flowing out. “Relax, honey. Don’t lose your concentration while the police are chasing you.”

Your hand and fingers squeezed him with sensitivity and moved so as to give your man as much pleasure as possible. You didn’t forget about the testicles, which were some of the most sensitive places on Matt’s body. After another two minutes, however, you decided to get off the couch and take care of his dick in a better way.

“... Y/N?”

“Just don't hit me with the controller.” You gave him a quick wink, and then you knelt just in front of his crotch, immediately taking the standing cock to your mouth. It was slightly salty, but it was an acceptable saltiness that you just liked.

Oral sex was a nice break from everyday life for you two; you both enjoyed giving and taking oral sex. Watching Mail’s facial expressions change was just gratifying to you, and the fact that your boyfriend was your first sexual partner made you proud to have reached the point where you could pride yourself on meeting your boyfriend’s needs well.

Your tongue was constantly working along with your mouth, which was still sucking on your hard standing penis. You also didn’t waste time swallowing saliva, you let it act as a natural lubricant and give your boy more external stimuli.

In the meantime, you were working with both hands all the time; one touched the underside of the dick and the other touched the balls or both thighs. You made it so that Matt couldn’t concentrate on playing a game anymore; he didn’t give a shit about the police and his last mission. That’s why he tossed the black pad to his left side and his dominant hand grabbing at your soft, still scented hair. He grabbed you tightly and his hips started to move sideways and up and down by themselves. The large dose of pleasure you were giving him at that moment was overwhelming. So the male closed his eyelids, allowing his mind to visualize the memories of all your previous nights; how you sat on his face, how you rode him every night, how he took you from behind and bruised your buttocks or boobs. He was thinking of you naked, in your underwear, in a bathing suit. He remembered having sex in the car during the trip to the lake, and every intercourse in the shower in your apartment.

“Good girl.” He grunted at one point, and one of his eyes opened. Saliva ran down your chin and your hair was messy - yet you looked cute and sexy to him. “You’re so good at this.”

You looked straight into his eyes, smiling. Your eyesight was confident and your movements became more powerful. As soon as you heard your boyfriend sigh, and his fingers grip more and more in your hair, you took the wet cock out of your mouth, still moving your smaller than his hand.

The white, salty liquid hit your face, and you closed your eyelids a little. When Matt finished you opened them with a glance at him.

“You look good with me on your face.” He said, leaning in after a moment and trying with his thumbs wipe the cum off your cheeks.

“I need to wash myself again, you know?” You asked, or rather stated. But you didn’t say it bad tone of voice, quite the contrary. “Maybe we’ll wash ourselves together?”

A few images of your moments together reappeared in Mail's head, so he kissed you lightly on the forehead and nodded.

“Yes, let’s wash ourselves together.”

#— 🍓 #death note #death note scenarios #death note imagines #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #mail jeevas #mail jeevas scenarios #mail jeevas imagines #mail jeevas x reader #mail jeevas x you #mail jeevas x y/n #matt #matt scenarios #matt imagines #matt x reader #matt x you #matt x y/n

[axdreacc]

Cold Sensations || k.sm

pairing: seungmin x oc

warnings: sexual tension, suggestive themes

a/n: barely proofread so if there’s anything mistakes, i apologise

It was a quiet day at Seungmin’s apartment, the main noise was the birds chirping outside along with the light breeze in the trees.

Well that and the sound of whispering-bickering between Seungmin and his sworn rival; Andrea Rosalina. A music and film/acting major. A drama queen in his eyes.

The two were were inside his living room, perfect since his roommates were out either at work or uni, sitting on his couch with their laptops and books surrounding them.

Andrea softly groans in frustration, her eyebrows knitting towards each other as she stares down at her laptop, tired from looking at the screen and pushes the laptop back, leaning back on the couch’s arm rest, letting out a tired sigh.

“Let’s take a break.” Andrea suggested, looking at the man typing away on his laptop.

“We’re nearly finish, suck it up and finish it off, then we’ll take a break.” Seungmin replies in a monotone tone of voice, not lifting his head up from his laptop.

“Boo! Come on Seungmin! We’ve been staring at the screen since 11, it’s newly 4.” Andrea whines, shutting her eyes shut. “Quit being a baby, we’re nearly finish with this assessment.” Seungmin sighed, still typing away.

Andrea rolls her eyes and stands up. “Whatever, I’m thirsty.” She said, fixing her clothes, straightening it out. “Can i get a drink from the fridge? Did you want anything?” She asked, crossing her arms lightly as she turns to him, antsy to head towards the kitchen.

“I have some coke cans in the fridge, just get them.” Seungmin said without lifting his head.

Andrea nods and grabs her ringing phone before heading to the kitchen.

“Hello?” She answers, placing her phone onto her ear.

“How’s the date?” She heard her best friend ask, hearing her snicker afterwards. “First of all, we’re just completing our assignment and it’s not a date.” Andrea said, muttering the last sentence. “I’m so exhausted and we haven’t had a break yet. Talk about labour!” Andrea whines quietly, opening the fridge to see the few contents inside the fridge; some water bottles and left overs in containers, Seungmin’s coke cans and some candies.

Andrea grabbed the two cokes and turns around, freezing to see Seungmin facing her. “Hey Yerim, I gotta call you back.” She quickly said before hanging up, closing the fridge door behind her.

“You’re very loud, you know that.” Seungmin says lowly, looking down at the girl.

“Geez, sorry.” Andrea said, handing his coke can. “Here’s your drink by the way.” She said, looking up at him, waiting for him to take it.

Seungmin steps forwards, a bit too close to Andrea, as he takes the can from her. Fingers touching with a sheer shock of static, causing Andrea’s hand to jump back at the touch. “Thanks.” He said quietly, his eyes reverting back and forth from her eyes to her lips. “You’re not so useless after all.” He chuckles, his mouth turning into a smirk.

Andrea scoffs at his choice of words. “Excuse you?” Andrea shots back, crossing her arms at him. “Useless? I’m the one who gave you most of the information and ideas!” She said, jabbing her finger into his chest angrily.

“Okay, poor taste in that joke.” Seungmin smiles apologetically. “You know I didn’t mean that.” He said, his eyes softening at her. “Right?”

Andrea only lets out a huff, giving him some sort of silent treatment, causing Seungmin to let out a scoff, feeling offended at her actions.

“Seriously? You’re acting like a child.” He said. “It was a stupid joke okay! And I apologise for that.” He said, bending down for her to look at him. Andrea turns her head away. “Andrea look at me please.” He softly begs, looking at her.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, giving up on the soft boy act on her. He let his hand reaches her face, landing on her chin and he turns her face towards him. “Stop acting like a brat.” He said in a serious tone. “You really think you’d get you want just by acting like a brat?” He tilts his head with a small smirk, his eyes gazing into hers.

“Go on, talk back to me like the brat you are.” Seungmin whispers into her ear, pressing the cold cam onto her skin, causing Andrea to flinch at the sudden coldness on her thigh, letting out a hitched gasp, her hands holding onto his wrist. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Andrea yelps. “I’m sorry..”. She began, using her hands to hold his hand away from her.

“I’m sorry…that you’re a fucking asshole.” Andrea hissed, pushing him back, Seungmin landing onto the counter. “She’s finally using the big words, how clever.” Seungmin mocks, laughing as he opens his can, taking a sip of the drink.

“You’re fun to rile up.” Seungmin chuckles at his words, heading back to his couch as he leaves Andrea in the kitchen to collect her thoughts. “Stupid Seungmin.” She whispered, huffing before following behind him.

Seungmin silently watches her sit down on the couch, licking his lips as she does so.

“Why do you do that? Rile me up?” Andrea asked, looking at him, like she was glaring at him. “What stupid reason are you going to give me this time?” She crosses her arms against her chest. The teasing, the tension they had going on was making her confused and frustrated.

“Your reactions are funny and keep me going.” Seungmin says, sitting up to face her. “Plus it kinda gives me a reason for you to talk to me.” He said, his face facing away from her, slowly dying from embarrassment. “It wasn’t easy talking to a girl like you, you know?” He said softly, anxiously running his fingers through his hair.

Andrea blinks at his response. “Am I..intimidating?” She asked softly, facing him. “I didn’t think I was intimidating anyone.” She said, pouting.

“It’s not that..” Seungmin mutters, ignoring Andrea’s gaze.

“Then what?” Andrea raised a brow, her eyes not leaving the man. “Wait…”

“Please don’t…” Seungmin whines, hiding his face with his hands.

“You like me don’t you?” Andrea asked, a big smile plastered on her face, moving closer to him. “Seungmin, I asked you a question…” She said softly, grinning at him as she pokes his cheek. She then places her hand on his and pulls it away from his face.

“Stop, let me die from embarrassment.” He said with a frown, pulling his hand back to him. “But I haven’t told you how I feel about you Seungmin.” Andrea said, her hands holding his left hand.

“I like you a lot, you idiot.” Andrea said, looking at him. “I always have, no matter how many insults you throw at me, or the amount of complaints about my stupidity. My feelings never changed and will continue to grow for you.” She said, her cheeks flushing red.

Andrea frowns at Seungmin and moves herself onto his lap, her hand on his chin, carefully lifting it up. “You should know that I’m not lying. I would never lie to you, to anyone.” She said softly.

Seungmin sighed softly as he gives her a gentle gaze, eyes softening at her. His hands shaking reaches her cheeks and looks into her eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

The two let out a laugh at their synchronous words.

“Please do.” Andrea whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulls him closer. Seungmin made the first move by closing the gap between them, his lips gently pressing onto hers, The kiss was soft, gentle. He was careful with his actions. “Been dying for his moment to happen honestly.” She admitted, shyly smiling at him.

“How cute.” Seungmin grins as he kept giving soft pecks on her lips. His hands falls on her hips and pulls her closer, gently gripping onto her. His lips then travelled away from her lips and down to her jaw. “More…please Minnie.” He heard. Andrea whispered and smirks at her tone.

It was like sounds of heaven to Seungmin, hearing the smaller girl whine and beg on his lap, her hips rocking back and forth as Seungmin’s lips and tongue played with her jaw and neck area, letting out soft and sharp gasps at his actions.

“Keep doing that and you’ll get more than just my lips.” Seungmin whispers in her ear, sending tingles down her spine. He then let his hands fall onto her knees and travels them up her thighs, his hands disappearing underneath her skirt.

Andrea buries her hard onto the nook of his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders as she felt his fingers squeezing her thighs. “Please…touch me…Minnie please…” She whispered, rocking her hips back and forth onto his lap.

Seungmin bites his bottom lip at the action and let’s out a soft groan, one hand gripping onto her hip while the other softly touches her clothed core, smiling to himself at the sounds he heard coming out of Andrea’s mouth.

“Say…why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”

#stray kids imagine #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz smut #skz drabbles #kim seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin imagines

[osakunt]

AOT FINAL SEASON SPOILERS !!!! Some angst for the soul

The memory of Connie opening the door to where you stood replays one too many times. Over and over, you hear his words fall out his lips and see the tear roll down his face.

It hurt. It hurt to the point to where you wanted to go out and find a way to be with her. It’s stupid that you were in the room next door to where it happened yet you were alive and she was not.

The whole point of making the trip to retrieve Eren was to find a way to not lose anymore lives. Very naive of everyone to think you wouldn’t lose an asset like Sasha.

I’m front of her gravestone Mikasa sits bunched into a ball. You stand in front of her only able to replay memories of that night. She looks up at you waiting to say something - nothing is said. All you give her is a blank stare. The overthinking of the situation makes you light headed, causing you to sway a little in place.

Seeing your body move, Jean flies next to you to help you balance yourself before you fell. You regain yourself and put a hand up to stop him letting him know you were fine.

“I’ll be going. I’m tired of coming here”

A blunt emotionless response to the silence. You had already gave your condolences to Sasha’s family. They knew how much she meant to you. The chef was the one who had so much going on that you. Just had to go.

“And you. Please shut up ….what was your name ? …..doesn’t matter just pile down” you walk passed him.

Nicolo grabs. Your shoulder with a grip that you were able to break. Your sharp glare striking fear into his eyes. It did not stop him from yelling at you.

“Does it not hurt you ?! You two were close ?! How the hell is it that you’re acting this way”

“C’mon Nicolo Y/n is also grieving”

“Doesn’t seem like she is” he answers to Connie.

Mikasa looks over to you. Your tears at the brim - ready to spill. Your eyes were so irritated from crying. It was crazy to you how this imbecile had not noticed.

“Listen here, you aren’t the only one hurting. Sasha was very much important to me like she was to you. She was my first love - my first everything !”

Your eyes let the tears roll down your face as you talk to him. Sasha’s father steps in when he sees you step towards the taller male.

“It’s okay sweetheart, let it out. Ya needa let the pain heal” her fathers voice calms you. He was like a father figure after all. You didn’t want to alter the situation. You wiped the tears away and let Mikasa guide your once again swaying body back to headquarters.

“You need to lay down. You haven’t slept in days”

Mikasa cracks a smile towards you trying to pry your long olive colored coat off you to get you to bed. The bed was somewhere where you didn’t want to be. You wanted to stand by the window looking out at the scenery that was going dark as the sun set.

The day ended and a new started. That morning you’re walking towards Levi’s office when you’re informed that the child that shot and killed Sasha has escaped along with the little boy that tagged along with her.

“She’s related to Reiner. The stupid little button nose says it all”

You laugh at the situation before continuing to walk your way.

“I Sasha, Eren is going to be the end of us with all this havoc”

#sasha x reader #sasha blouse #sasha braus #aot x reader #aot angst #aot mikasa #aot jean #aot connie #aot niccolo #aot sasha #attack on titan