#but as it goes on you realize it’s never about that it’s just plain old greed and selfishness and has been since day 1

[thesundanceghost]

I love the way Walt frames greed as ambition. He does it so effortlessly for so long that it becomes normal to hear another quip about Jesse lacking ambition or initiative when really he’s just satisfied, and Walt never will be because Walt can never have enough

#I genuinely do like it #especially since he’s a teacher and ambition and initiative are normal things to talk about #but as it goes on you realize it’s never about that it’s just plain old greed and selfishness and has been since day 1

[lustfulslxt]

hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

Me

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

Me

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

Me

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

Me

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Me

oh

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

Me

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

Me

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

-

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

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[aziraphales-library]

hello!! i love you all so much (platonic) and appreciate the work you do. do you have any recs where one/both of the ineffable husbands/wives is getting out of a relationship and goes to the other for comfort and maybe realizes they've been in love with them the whole time? thanks so much <333333

Here are some break-up friends-to-lovers fics for you...

I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)

Anthony J. Crowley knew he looked like a walking mid-life crisis. The tight jeans, half-up bun and sunglasses positively screamed ‘I left my wife for the babysitter and bought a vintage car just to feel alive again.’ In an adaptation of his life, he’d be played by Hugh Grant. He looked like a divorcee desperate for action, and it didn’t help that he was currently standing outside a nightclub surrounded by drunk twenty-year-olds. But Crowley wasn’t here for a good time tonight. He was on a rescue mission. Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.

…And They Were Roommates by Mimsynims (E)

“You know… I just remembered that Richard and I were going away for a few days next month.” Something devious came over him. “Richard paid for it, but the booking is in my name.” Crowley quickly caught on to what he was getting at. “Ooh, I see. That’s convenient.” He grinned. “For us." When Aziraphale's boyfriend Richard (Dick) breaks up with him, he and his roommate Crowley hijacks an intended couples' vacation and uses it for themselves. Lines that had started to blur even before their trip gets even more blurry - which perhaps isn't the best thing when both are hiding a crush on the other (and communication isn't their strong suit).

Ezra at the Wedding by tenandi (E)

Ezra's ex is moving on but he's determined to stop the wedding. With his handsome neighbor masquerading as his new love interest, will he win back his true love and rewrite the happy ending he deserves? - Crowley was leaning against the doorframe, obviously hungover and running on about two hours of sleep. A ripped t-shirt hung off one shoulder over a pair of boxers with devil ducks printed all over them. To top it all off, he was wearing black velvet slippers embroidered with his monogram. In any other instance, Ezra would have laughed but he was too busy being wrapped up in his anguish. “What do you want, Crowley?” Ezra fumed. “I am having a moment here!”

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T)

Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (E)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

Crawling Back To You by madrabbitwrites (NR)

College-age Aziraphale pushed his closest friend away and moved out of town with his married Literature professor in a panicked attempt at escaping his family’s rampant homophobia. Years later, devastated by a dreadful break-up, he’s returned to his small hometown to live with his brother and attempt to heal his broken heart (and broken life, if he were being honest with himself). What he didn’t count on was his old friend Crawley- now calling himself Crowley and looking dashing as ever- to have returned as well. Crawley’s wounds from their last argument are deep and Aziraphale may never be able to regain what they once had, but he’d certainly like to try. The two of them need to have an actual conversation, but that’s not really how these plots go, is it?

- Mod D

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[csainz5]

LATE NIGHTS || cs #55

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: late night drives with carlos never disappoint.

word count: didnt beta read yet so 🤦🏻‍♀️

author notes: this post was inspired by this edit by @allsainz on insta 🫶 wrote this in a hurry bc exams (again) so hope you guys like it!!

warnings: literally none maybe driving? is that even supposed to be a warning 😭 anyways.

the nights are for the young and bold. and young and bold you were. dark skies paired well with speed, afterall. and speed mixed with carlos was a high you couldn’t get enough of. to others, it may just seem like a plain old drive around the city, but being the one beside carlos as the city seemed to move on from underneath you , you beg to differ.

its a simple old tradition, one that you invented as teens. you vowed on the day that carlos got into f1 that everytime carlos revisited madrid, you would go on a late night drive. it involved meeting up at 11pm, after the sun had long set, the world quieting down around you. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound that broke the stillness of the night. Carlos would flash you his signature grin as you hopped into the passenger seat, a knowing look in his eyes. god. you could never get tired of this.

the cars engine roars to life, and you cruised through the city's empty streets, the occasional streetlights being the only streak of light you see. the two of you would talk about anything and everything – from racing strategies to childhood memories, and even the stars that twinkled above. anything, really. talking with carlos always was simple. you could get lost in the silliest of topics and speak for hours on the end, but it would only feel like a mere minute passed by.

“i just love how the world looks different at night," he would say, his eyes locked on the road but his heart clearly lost in the beauty of the surroundings. "It's like we're in our own little universe, just you and me."

and you couldn't agree more. the thrill of the speed combined with the intimacy of the shared moments made these drives unforgettable. the wind would tousle your hair, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you laughed and talked with Carlos, the world outside your bubble seemingly forgotten.

he would occasionally reach over to adjust the radio, the music's melody perfectly complementing the rhythm of the journey. sometimes, he would even serenade you with a few lines from his favorite songs, his voice as smooth as his driving. It was in these moments that you realized just how much he loved these late-night escapades. a song plays, and he starts humming along the lines.

and it goes like this

he stops the car by a drive in, ordering your meal before you even get to say it “ two burgers, curly fries & a coke” “coming right up” “you memorised my order?” “oh shut up youve been ordering the exact same thing since we were 15” the air flows through your hair, and its like its the prettiest sight hes ever seen. the soft light the moon cast on your face, with your flowing hair and that bright smile he couldnt get enough of? he could swear youre aphrodite herself.

get in your car

& you’ll lean to kiss me

he stops by a secluded space, The engine would purr to a stop, and for a few moments, neither of you would say a word, savoring the moments these drives give you. he opens the hood of his covertible and sets up a space for you both in the back seat. the cold winds run through your hair and carlos swears he's never seen a prettier sight. the soft moonlight, hair cruising through the winds, everything was just perfect for him.

“okay i know this is super random but like, whats adventure for you?” “These late-night drives with you are my favorite kind of adventure," Carlos says, his voice a mixture of fondness and sincerity. “oh dont be cliche now carlos” “im serious” he says, putting his hands up as if hes surrendering. “what about you?” he asks. "Mine too, these moments are when we truly get to spend together and they just make me feel so happy” your eyes meet his and you know exactly what is about to happen as he cups your face, pulling you closer to him. he pulls you in by your waist and it feels like youre one with him, body and mind.

we’ll talk for hours

& lie on the backseat

and at a point, you just look up at the sky, staring fondly as the stars glimmer. his hands are wrapped around you and it all just feels unreal. it always does, even if its the same, theres a feeling there that you know you could never experience elsewhere. by now its already the waking hours for most, but for the rest, its the moments of the day that end up as memories.

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[asherthehimbo]

Older brother Hongjoong comforting you after a nightmare

notes: Nothing abt reader is specified, reader is adopted, age 15/16

warnings: mentions of nightmares, reader has traumatic experiences with their old family, reader has some sort of trauma regarding an older brother, meantion of panic/ anxiety attacks, sh kind of? reader scrathes their neck during a panic attack, not a warning, but the reader has an attachment to a stuffy, Hongjoongs kind of feels guilt, the reader being uncomfortable being acknowledged/ thanked for gifts

His parents had adopted you about a year before he debuted with Ateez. You were 9 at the time, and he remembers his mother calling him to tell him the news. You had been the kid of an old high school friend of hers who died a while ago, and recently something happened that caused you to be taken away from your family.

Hongjoong didn't pry. His mother clearly didn't want to talk about it. He guessed you would tell him when the time was right. Only now, it's six years later, and Hongjoong still doesn't know the full story. What he does know is that if he ever runs into your biological big brother, his career as an idol won't still be intact after what he'd do to that man.

Hongjoong had first met you 2 months after his parents took you in. He had been living at the dorms, and since his group would debut soon, he was quite busy. The members had all been given time off, and he was very nervous to meet you. Of Course he's seen pictures, he gets updates from his mom once every week, but he's never actually spoken with you except for the video call where you were sat with his mother as she talked about all the happenings at the time.

Hongjoong didn't know how to interact with children, especially nine year olds who were clearly traumatized. He decided that the best course of action was to give you a plushie upon your first meeting. It hadn't been anything special, a black, grey and white bunny, according to his mother you liked darker colors, hated anything too bright.

Ever since he gifted it to you, Hongjoong doesn't think he's seen you anywhere without it. Even at the age of 15, you take it with you everywhere, and Hongjoong finds it adorable. Pictures posted on your friends' social media accounts (you refuse to post anything yourself, and Hongjoong needs some way to keep himself updated on your life, so he follows the two close friends you have), the dinner table, when your family goes to get him at the airport. The stuffie is always with you, hidden or in plain sight. It's always there. According to his mother, you had named it Topaz. He cried when she told him.

You didn't talk to Hongjoong, from what he knows you don't talk much at all, you're homeschooled and have two friends, at first he was worried you may have some sort of speech impediment, until his mother told him that you were just a very quiet kid, even at the age of nine. For two years, the only words he would ever hear from you were soft greetings or thank you's when he did something for you. The part that broke his heart was the fact that he's heard you apologize more than anything else, even for things you couldn't control.

You were 12 when he realized the extent of what your previous family had done to you. He had been home after a comeback, and there was a soft knock at his door right before he went to bed. When he opened his door, nobody was there but looking down he found a letter and a tiny keychain replica of the bunny stuffie he gifted you. The letter was short and simple, congratulating him on the success of their recent comeback, and an apology that you couldn't vocally express the excitement you felt for him.

He had gone to your room after he received the gifts and knocked on your door, letter in hand. He wanted to have a conversation with you, wanted to become closer. When you opened the door, you looked so frightened. There were tear marks on your cheeks, eyes wildly analyzing his frame as if he was some sort of threat. He brought his hand up to try and get your attention, opened his mouth to speak but before he could you had screamed.

It was such a terrible sound. You had fallen to the floor, scratching your neck, hyperventilating, and you muttered out apologies and begged him not to hurt you. He didn't know what to do. Luckily, his father did. The man had sent Hongjoong to his mother and guided you deeper into your room before closing the door.

Hongjoongs mother had, through tears, explained to him that when you got like this, when you had your panic attacks, his father was the only one allowed around you, he knew how to calm you down. When Hongjoong explained what happened, she had told him you don't like being thanked for a gift. You had a fear that you would be punished if the gift wasn't good enough. His mother had worked out a system and gave you a star sticker every time you did something for them. You seemed to enjoy that.

She had told Hongjoong that the keychain he received was one you made yourself, led him to a room that he recognized as your study, where you would usually take classes, showed him all the art materials you had, from paint, to fabric, to beads for jewelry. She told him that when you heard Hongjoong liked art forms, you had become interested as well and found your passion for it along the way. She also showed him pictures she took of you working late into the night to make this keychain for him. She showed him all the previous attempts that you threw away because they weren't good enough. He had no idea you put in all this effort for him, only for him to be the cause of your panic attack, and that broke him completely.

"[Name]'s been through a lot. They're quiet because there was a time they needed to be. They admire you more than you know Joong, but they're too scared to show it. Scared that you will laugh at them. Its hard, but you have to let them come to you. Let them acknowledge you first."

Hongjoong did exactly that. Your gifts had started to become more frequent after the incident, a letter of a creation you made given to him every time he came home. He had boxes he kept them in. He would also take photos of them, write the date at the back of the printed out polaroid, and put the photos in a binder. He takes the box and binder with him to the dorms every time he goes back so that he can remember you.

He figured out a system of his own, much like his mothers star sticker, he started giving you bunny stickers, different expressions and sizes of the animal would be left at your door every time you gifted him something.

He remembers the morning after he had first given you one you had walked into the living room and sat next to him with a smile on your face. It was probably the happiest he'd ever seen you be.

You two had settled into this routine. You never got too close to him, always being next to him but making sure to leave space between you. He was fine with that, never the most physically affectionate person.

All of this was what made the moment that you finally asked him for help so much more precious. It had been late, Hongjoong was visiting home, it was about twelve pm he was cooped up in his room working on an idea he had for a track until he heard a knock at the door.

That was weird, you had already given him something this visit, nevertheless he waited a few moments, to allow you to go back to your room as you always did, before walking to the door to open it. Only instead of looking down at a creation you had made, he looks at you.

You're looking at him with glossy eyes, red and puffy showing that you were crying. You were shaking, clutching onto Topaz for dear life. Hongjoong didn't know what to do. You both just stood there until he slowly reached out his hand to pet your head. He didn't miss the way you flinched, but he relished in the way you melted into his touch.

"Can I sit with you while you work?" Your voice is cracked, clear signs that you had been crying a lot longer than he thought. He turned around and walked into his room, motioning for you to follow. You grabbed his hand, and Hongjoong swore his heart would beat out of his chest.

He knew this wasn't the right time. Something was very clearly bothering you, but his little sibling is actually seeking him out for something. His little sibling is holding his hand!

He had sat down by his desk, pulling up another chair for you. You had sat down in silence next to him, clutching Topaz and watching as he explained what he was doing to calm you down. It worked. Soon enough, the fear you had felt earlier had lessened. You were safe with Hongjoong. He was kind.

"Oh, are you sleepy? it is 2 am already, we should probably get you to bed" You didn't want to go, he was safe, you didn't wanna leave the safe space, but you wouldn't push to stay here. You never pushed for anything you wanted. It only ended in hurt.

Hongjoong was observent, though. He noticed your hesitance. "Hey, you know, walking all the way down the hallway to your room is gonna take soooooo long. Why don't you just sleep here? we can have like a fun little sleepover?"

You knew Hongjoong was lying. Your room was barely 5 feet away from his own, but you wanted to stay here with him. You nodded your head in agreement before he led you to the bed. "Do you wanna talk about it? Why you're here?" Hongjoong questioned through the dark.

"Had a bad dream. Safe brother got taken away by the bad one. I wanted to make sure you were still here." You mumbled sleepily, curling up to Hongjoongs' side, clutching his arm instead of Topaz. "Brother is safe, good. Don't want him to take you away."

Those were the last words you said before dozing off. You called him brother, for the first time in 6 years you called him brother and Hongjoong could feel the water well in his eyes. You called him safe. You felt safe with him. While he didn't know who you were referring to that would take him away, he would make sure it never happened.

"Brother is here, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be by your side forever. I'll protect you from the bad one"

notes: wrote this cause ive been having nightmares and missing my older sibling lately, it was supossed to be headcannons for all the members, but Hongjoong's part ran so long I decided to just leave it as is, might make another one with another member. Feedback is appreciated!

@diverseinsertknet

#ateez fluff #ateez au #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x gn!reader #older brother!Hongjoong #Ateez Hongjoong #Kim Hongjoong #little sibling reader #child!reader

[raainberry]

Chocolate Heart

« A strong, sweet love. »

Dahyun x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - confessing to your crush on valentines day very rarely goes as planned anyway

wordcount - 3K

T/W - Food, young love, crushes all that good valentine’s stuff, soft cuss word

A/N - shoutout @saiiidahyunee its as long as it took for me to write about Dahyun im so sorry💀

“Congratulations!”

The cheerful word caused you nothing but chills and fright. You blinked at the two class presidents standing before you, grinning as though disturbing your nap was the most fun thing in the world.

“For what?” You mumbled half asleep. Unless you were out for months, it wasn’t your birthday yet. Neither had you accomplished anything worth celebrating.

“For possibly going on a date in the next few weeks!” One of them cheered once more while the other revealed a pen and paper from behind her back.

“What?”

The girl ignored the utter confusion on your face and shoved the pen into your hand before sliding the paper accross the table you were so comfortably napping on a minute ago.

“Do you have a crush?” Her co-president asked, and you could tell his tone went beyond the required professionalism. Just plain nosy.

You sighed as you finally realized what this ambush was about: the whole Valentines Day love campaign your school loved to put up every year in order to help fund whatever was in need.

The concept itself was fun and harmless: class presidents chasing their classmates down the halls, offering to confess to your crush for you in exchange of a couple bucks.

Deal of the year for a lot of high-schoolers, and it wasn’t even done badly. The whole thing was cute; a fresh, red rose they delivered anonymously on your behalf on D-Day. While they filled the school’s pockets, you got to see your crush smile at least once thanks to you. To a young teenager foolishly in love, the sight was priceless.

Even if you drew the shortest end of the deal—a.k.a your crush not giving a damn—they’d never know who it was from anyway. Saved you a lot of embarrassment, which in all honesty was just as priceless.

“No, I don’t have a crush.” You answered him, and the way his features noticeably fell was particularly satisfying.

“Do you now? Don’t you think we’re a little too old not to notice these things?” The girl wiped the small smirk off your lips and you blinked. “We’ve been in the same classroom all week for four years, we’ve seen the way you treat the new girl.”

The seat suddenly felt uncomfortable underneath your legs. “What does that even mean—I don’t treat her any different than I do you guys.” You chuckled, nerves unfortunately too clear for the guy not to revive his own hope.

“Sure you don’t.” The girl smiled, the pull at her lips borderline fake. “But you haven’t walked any of us home yet, have you?”

You shifted in your seat once more. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. If you’re jealous just say that.”

The girl’s smile seemed to falter for a second, dropping only to stretch itself wider and brighter than before. You caught her clutching the small stack of paper tighter against her chest, causing you to knit your eyebrows together.

You weren’t oblivious. At least not more than she claimed herself to be. You had your fair share of secret admirers across the years, a few roses sent your way; but it was no secret that you never pulled on any of the strings thrown your way by the bravest of them.

“As if.” She shrugged off and you nodded, appreciating how she stuck to her role.

There was never any want nor need on your end. A relationship was never an idea on your mind, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t and didn’t have a harmless thing for someone here and there.

All unrequited, as per the majority of high-school love, but you managed to find the fun of it. Silly jokes and random eye-contact rushes were satisfying enough.

Until she came along.

“Anyway—”

“So do you like her or not?” The boy cut her off, saving you both from an uncomfortable moment only to send the three of you into a silence of that same nature.

You hoped your lack of answers would get them off your back, but the longer it lasted, the more it proved their suspicions to be right.

You could see the delight on the boy’s features grow as much as the frown on the girl’s. You ignored the latter for as long as it took for her to cover it up before she tapped the paper in front of you.

“It’s our last year.” She spoke up. Her voice was softer than you were used to. It caught you off guard. “You might regret not participating at least once.”

Whatever, you thought, looking down at all the names already written down. Might as well, she won’t know anyway.

You gripped the pen, following your hand as your fingers painted the name of the girl you’d come to care so much about.

Kim Dahyun - Senior Class B

“Here.” You slammed the pen against the table. “Happy?”

“The two dollars.”

You looked up at them and sighed once more.

“Kind of a scam but okay…” You mumbled, reaching into your pockets for the remaining change of your allowance.

The bill was inconvenient. Sure it wasn’t much, but when you’ve been cut off for the next two months because of a silly prank… Might as well say you’d bet your whole fortune on this crush. It sounded cool anyway. Your grandkids would eat this up.

—

Valentine came around quick, and you spent all day watching people receive roses in all corners of the school.

Young love filled the air, time was nothing if not stuck in this carefree atmosphere roaming with still naive and hopeful spirits. As much as you would have liked to be cool about it all, you weren’t an exception. You couldn’t help but wonder whether Dahyun had received hers or not.

Maybe in sixty years you’ll probably laugh at the memory, but in the moment it didn’t feel half as funny.

From eight in the morning, all you could do was stress over whether she’d accept it or not. Would she even like it? If she had, did she smile as brightly as you wanted her to? Had it made her as happy as you hoped? Granted she wouldn’t know who it was from, but you hoped the gesture would actually make her smile. Your heart couldn’t stay still in your chest, eager yet nervous to see her.

You waited all day to see her, looking out at every corner of each room and hallway you walked in for a glimpse of her pretty, dark and long hair, fair skin, and cute nose appreciating whatever scent was left of that cheap flower.

By 4pm, she was still nowhere to be seen. Was she avoiding you? Did she even get that dang flower?

The bell rung the end of your last classes for the day, and you took out your frustrations out on your poor locker. You hadn’t opened its door this aggressively since you got detention for sleeping in class. Something very infuriating in failing at what you usually master.

Whatever, at least you helped the school.

You got your bag off your shoulder, glancing inside the locker for your books only to find… a rose? Had she sent it back to you?

You winced at the thought, the pinch in your heart taking you by surprise.

So this is heartbreak…, you sighed reaching for the flower. If that wasn’t painful enough, one of the thorns poked your finger and you almost laughed at life’s comedic timing.

You watched the small wound on your skin as it reddened slowly. It’ll heal fast enough. Couldn’t say the same for the one in your chest though.

This was the stupidest idea ever, why did you even give in to their pressure…

You wiped your finger on your shirt, a small stain you’d come to regret later but held very little importance in your eyes when a small card fell to the ground.

The book you’d grabbed felt heavier with each second you took to identify where it had come from. The only logical answer was your locker, but how had you not noticed it?

Shoving the homework material in your bag, you bent down to pick it up before closing your locker. Your eyes were glued to the writing on the folded paper, widening as all sense suddenly hit you.

Your name… the careful and precise calligraphy… The rose… It was her.

Maybe she hadn’t given the flower back to you. Or maybe she did, but her gesture meant something entirely different.

Your fingers were hesitant on the card’s edges, grazing and ghosting papercuts as you gathered enough strength and composure to open it.

You pulled out what you had rightly guessed as a letter, handwritten by the cutest of them all. Your eyes were eager at the thought of unveiling her thoughts, brushing past every single one of her words before finding the ones you wanted to see the most.

« I hope you actually like me, Y/n. You’ll regret it if you don’t. »

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the way you’d wanted them, but it was enough to pull a giggle out of you. It was a running joke, it was known across the school how no one should mess with her. Rumors of her song at the talent show being about an ex, those did a great job at spreading the word. Whether or not they were true, her songwriting was good enough of a threat for anyone who might have dared to.

Judging on the speed of your heart alone, she had nothing to worry about in that regard. Her written confession had you a mess, you couldn’t wait to meet her for more.

You wanted to hear her say all those things to you. How she liked your eyes whenever they were on her. How she liked your smile whenever you tried to see hers. How she liked your laugh whenever you tried to hear hers. How she fell for you and could only hope you’d catch her.

You were soon running through the streets, rose in hand as you ran past people, leaving bits and pieces of that love and hope behind for the nosiest of them.

You sprinted to the nearest park, the one you usually parted ways at on your way home from school. Why didn’t she wait for you today? It would have saved you the extra gym class.

“Dahyun!” You yelled, way too loud for the remaining distance separating you from her, but at least you caught her attention.

The way she turned around… You could have tripped at how beautiful it all was; the scenery that drew itself around her.

The grass looked beautiful, fresh and green at her feet as if her standing there only did the opposite of killing it. The sky, the clouds, the sun all indecisive over the weather, like her presence was enough to throw them off balance. Only the wind seemed to stand its ground, carrying those dark strands of hers as gently as it could. A present for you, offering you a chance to picture her perfect charm in your mind.

It was an instant, she turned to answer your call and faced you with eyes as sweet as ever while your lungs fought to keep themselves and yourself alive a little longer. Breathtaking had just taken a whole new meaning.

You could only hope it felt as cinematic on her end, but the way she laughed into the wind, carrying the sound all the way to your ears as you ran towards her significantly reduced that hope by at least 50%.

Oh, well. At least you made her smile.

“Is this yours?” You asked, holding up the rose as you slowed down, finally close enough to her.

You waited for her answer, breathless as you took great care in stopping before bumping into her. You made sure to leave enough space in between the two of you, but the air that filled it was suddenly heavy with anticipation.

“No.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. There went that pinch in your chest again. This wasn’t something you wanted to get used to. “What?”

“I think it’s yours.” She said, pulling out another one from her back. “This one’s mine.”

“Wh—Huh?” You grimaced, eyebrows furrowing together as you glanced back and forth between the two roses. “Then what’s this?”

“I guess someone has a crush on you.” She said, her voice soft. You barely heard it, but the slight loss of light in her eyes was enough to make you piece it together.

She wasn’t joking around. She really wasn’t the one who’d put that rose your locker.

“Oh.” A nervous chuckle escaped you as you glanced at the rose. You had an idea as to who it was from, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You weren’t going to let this ugly miscommunication ruin your chances. “Well, here. Two for one.”

You handed her the rose in hopes of bringing back the glow that suited her features so well. It was never too long until you managed to do so, and this time was no exception.

“Are you seriously recycling someone’s love right now?” She chuckled and you shrugged. You actually were thinking of it as a proof of only having eyes for her, but alas…

“You’re never too green for the planet.” You joked out of habit. “It’s the least I can do to thank her for these beautiful flowers.”

“For the planet.” She nodded, grabbing the stem carefully as to not hit any of its thorns. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, and the heavy air turned awkward.

You eyed the space in between, making out every single unspoken word in the short yet frightening distance. Both of you were aware of them now, yet neither dared to cross it.

“Why didn’t you buy me one?” You asked, suddenly curious. If she had planned to confess today of all days, it only seemed logical for her to do so.

“I did. Just not the ones from school.” She said, bringing up the small gift bag she’d been holding on all this time.

Your face lit up and you stepped forward to look inside, something that made Dahyun’s heart pick up the pace. “Oh my gosh, you did!”

How lovely was your smile from up close. Overwhelmingly so. “I made you some chocolates too.” She mumbled as you struggled to keep still.

“No way!” You held onto the baby sized rose in your hand, digging inside the bag with the other to pull the small box at the bottom. “You didn’t…”

Dahyun only nodded, hiding herself behind the sudden need to tell you all about the day she’d spent planning her small confession.

You smiled all the way down to your heart, listening to every one of her words. She’d spent a whole afternoon in the kitchen to make sure everything came out perfect. Her evening was spent writing out her feelings for you, erasing and rewriting every word as she tried to find the right ones only to spend her night tossing and turning in her sheets, nervous and excited about sharing it all with you today.

“Dahyun they’re so good, thank you so much.” You hummed as you tasted one of her chocolates. “Did you have some?”

Dahyun only giggled, glancing down at the ground to avoid your playful ones. It never lasted too long though, only a second as she couldn’t fight the way her eyes were so easily drawn to you.

“Here have one.” You offered, holding what seemed to be a dark chocolate one to her lips. “Come on.” You insisted when you noticed she was hesitant, which only lead you to a playful fight as she resisted you trying to feed it to her. “Please enjoy it! You did all this for me, and I only got you a cheap flower, how does that make me look?”

“I don’t know.” She laughed as your hold on her loosened, defeated. “I mean…”

You cleared your throat at the sudden feeling of your arm around her waist.

“Right now you’re looking very pretty.”

Maybe it was the proximity that reassured her; that gave her enough confidence to confess those thoughts of you. How close you were to her, it felt as though you could only catch her if she jumped that distance.

So she did. She jumped, but failed to close it. Her lips were still and shy near your own, so you brought a hand up to her chin, guiding her towards the smile she’d caused.

Again, it was only an instant. A soft press of your lips, capturing each other’s in a gentle and warm feeling you discovered for the first time together.

It was funny, how she could taste the sweet chocolate on your lips despite herself. And not to pat her own back, but she did a great job.

It was addicting.

Or was it your lips? She couldn’t quite tell just yet, but surely she’ll have time to figure that out.

“So you knew?” You grinned, unable to hold back the happiness you felt.

Dahyun nodded, pressing her lips together as a sign of nerves still high. “Did you know too? About me?”

“Well, I definitely do now.” You chuckled, pulling away to hold her card up, still smiling at the words it contained. She blushed at the same thoughts. “You’re a very talented writer, Dahyun. You make me sound much better than I actually am.”

You joked yet again, suddenly remembering your beloved “class-clown” title. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you did take pride in bringing joy into this class. That’s what made you so popular, what allowed you to break out of your own shell and make friends with about anyone.

“No. That’s just how good you are to me.”

You took care in making sure no one was ever left behind, especially the quiet and smart ones like Dahyun—often despite themselves—by pulling everyone and anyone into your banter.

As the new kid, Dahyun purposely sought a lack of attention. She kept to herself, but you caught her laughing along with everyone. Maybe that’s exactly what caught your attention at first, and you were surprised she didn’t push you away the first time you approached her.

That’s what usually happens when an academic ace and a class clown are paired together.

“Glad my efforts didn’t go unnoticed.”

“I mean, it was hard not to notice them…”

#dahyun x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice dahyun #kim dahyun #dahyun imagines

[soggyriceee]

helloooo, how are you doing?? i was wondering if you could write a sort of sequel for the fic where price makes reader use the safe word where he is worried he's gonna hurt her again. If you can't its okay though <3 have a nice day/evening wtv byyye <3333

im fine | Captain Price

summary: your feeling needy and begin to try and get Price to touch you, but he cant bring himself to it

warning: female!reader, office sex, praise, oral(f!recieving), needy Price, sir kink

thank you anon for your request, I hope you enjoy <33

it had been about a month since you and Price last had sex. and it was draining you. everything he did felt like a tease to you. he got something on the top of the fridge for you? instantly wet. or he leaned down to hear you speak better? you could drop to your knees and suck him dry then and there. but as much as you yearned for him and his touch, he never initiated anything.

and you knew it was because of the last time you both had sex. he could shake the image of your limp body, your tears. the blood on your body from his own doing. he felt like he had failed you and swore to never let his own needs and lust control him like that again.

but you also never really initiated anything. you would give him small hints, like rubbing your arse onto him when you guys would cuddle. or wearing purposefully tight clothing, or his clothing. all of those things would usually turn him on and make him fuck you then and there. but he did nothing. nothing broke him. he was genuinely scared and worried to touch you. but you had enough. you needed to feel him inside you again.

so, when Price came home from shopping, you had an idea. he almost always goes into his office around the time you began to make dinner, working on paperwork and preparing for whatever mission was coming up, if any. so instead of cooking, you decided you'd seduce him into fucking you. or at least eating your pussy. anything.

" hi my love. I got mostly everything on the list. they were out of the jasmine rice so I got regular old rice. is that okay?" he asked, his accent booming into the kitchen. you turned to him and nodded, taking a second to bask in his handsomeness. he wore a black leather jacket, black pants and his black military boots. on top of his head was a black beanie, adding onto the whole black look. it made your pussy clench immediately, seeing the way he dressed do well in casual clothes.

"love?" he called out, realizing you were starring at him like some sort of meal. you shook your head, smiling up at him. " yes thats fine." you said softly before turning back to place the last dish in the dishwasher. he chuckled softly before walking over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "ill be in my office." he said before making his way out the kitchen.

when you confirmed he had entered his office, you moved quickly into your shared room, applying a bit of lotion and some perfume to your skin. you wanted to smell perfect for him, seeing as it was one of his turn ons. he loved the perfume you had, especially if it was one he bought for you. so you pulled out your sexiest scent, his favorite scent, Christian Dior. he got it for you on Christmas and you definetly scolded him for spending so much on a small perfume bottle. but you loved it just as much and wore it every night you both had something planned.

you walked over to your mirror, pulling off the large hoodie you had on. underneath was your new pair of black stockings, a pink ribbon on each side of your hip. your underwear matched, black lace as was your bra. you ordered it a week or two back and now that it was finally in, you could go through with your plan.

you cleaned your throat, turning your body a bit to the side to see how your body looked before giving yourself a small smile before grabbing a plain white shirt to cover your upper half. fixing yourself for the umpteenth time, you made your way out into the hallway, and towards his office.

it was a bit nerve wrecking, you had to admit. you were never one to take charge and initiate anything. not this direct at least. it was almost always Price. you had no clue what to do if he did accept and wanted you to top him, or if this doesn’t go as planned and you just embarrass yourself. would this ruin your relationship? or help it? you were sure he was just as needy for you as you were for him. especially with all the subtle teasing you’ve been doing. so why wouldn’t he be?

you were so caught up in the what ifs, you hadn’t realized you were standing directly in front of his office door. you looked at the door, your hand on the knob as you began to re think to yourself if this was a good idea or not. but then, your ears picked up on some noise from inside. like, squelching?

you slowly opened the door, peeking only your head in. your jaw opened in awe when your eyes landed on Price. his bent over figure, head tossed to the side with his eyes closed, mouth slightly agape. he let out the software moans, a few whimpers as his hips moved into what looked like the desk. but that’s when your eyes made out the small curve of an arse, a surprisingly small one at that. “f-fuck love.. g’nna cum soon.. so close” he groaned, moving his hips faster

you quickly realized in his hand was a sex toy. a fleshlight. your hand came over your mouth, the impact of skin to skin loud enough to catch Price’s attention. his eyes shot open, meeting yours immediately. you wanted to cry, confused as to why he was using a toy instead of the real thing. for a moment you thought it was because he simply wasn’t sexually attracted to you anymore.

“l-lovie i-“ he stopped, throwing the toy on the floor and pulling his pants up. but you were already heading out the door, clenching your jaw to hold back the tears. “wait, wait.” his arm reached out from his office in perfect timing to grip onto your wrist, pulling you back inside. but the tears were already dropping one by one from your eyes.

“please listen to me i-“ “are you no longer attracted to me.” you blurted out, your voice trembling from the tears. he remained silent before sighing, rubbing his hands down his face. “i knew that was a bad idea” he mumbled to himself before looking down at you. you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were to hurt and set on you not being up to his standards anymore.

“ i do. i find you so fucking beautiful my love. but i.. i’m scared.” he admitted, taking your hands in his. you looked up at him, confusion more than anger on your face. “ i’m scared of hurting you again. of making you get to the point where you can’t even take care of yourself. it hurt me to see you like that.. i remind myself every time of what i did to you that night whenever i feel like pulling you to the side and fucking you. i bought the doll as a distraction. i’m sorry my love.. i should’ve gone to you.” he said, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

for a moment you remained silent. you had no clue what you were supposed to say to that. you were happy it wasn’t because he didn’t see you as attractive. but also sad that he’s to scared of himself, if hurting you to satisfy his own needs. Price had always put you first no matter what. for once you just wished he’d put himself first too.

“John I.. I’m fine. it was a one time thing. that will never happen again, okay? you got carried away one night it doesn’t dictate our sex life for the rest of our relationship.” you finally said, walking closer into him. he reached out and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “ i just can’t see you like that again my love.” he whispered, gripping onto you tighter.

you both stayed like this for a moment until you pulled away, looking up at him. “i got all.. dressed up for you.” you did a small spin, looking back at him to see a smile on his face, his wrinkles at the corner of his eyes making you smile. “i see.. you smell so good too.” he said softly, eyeing you up and down. you giggled and nodded, looking down. “yea i put on the perfume you like. i was hoping it would get you in the mood.” you said softly, your eyes staring at his abdomen.

he was silent for a moment before taking a step closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a soft kiss at the top. “what if it’s working?” he asked, looking down at you. a blush was quick to appear across your face, a small giggle leaving you. he smiled down before pulling you over to his desk. he sat in his chair, pulling you down onto his lap. your thighs sat at either side of his lap, your hands on his shoulders.

his hand slid to the side of your face, pulling you into him for a kiss. it was passionate from the start, his tongue sliding in your mouth, sucking your tongue gently before pulling away, making moves to your neck. you gasped softly, tilting your head to the side more as his teeth nibbled at your skin, kissing or licking the same spot. “j-john” you whispered, pulling away from him.

his eyes moved up to yours, worry on his face. “are you okay? did i do anything?” he asked quickly, eyes darting across your face. you smiled and shook your head. “i just.. want to know if this is really what you want..” you said, “if this is what your comfortable doing.” his face and body relaxed, a soft breath coming from his lips. “ yes, my love. this is what i want.. i’ve been craving you for so long.” he said, eyes drifting down your body.

you blushed, looking away from him. “missed touching you like this, feeling your body pressed against mine.” his hips grabbed the curve of your hips, pulling you closer into his chest. your cunt rested perfectly above his bulge, his hips pressing up just a bit. “missed touching you, making you feel good.” his lips found their way back to your neck, his nose breathing in your scent. “fuck.. missed smelling you.” his hips again pressed up into your pussy, a small moan leaving his lips.

your pussy gripped around nothing, yearning for his dick to fill it up. you felt your own wetness every time you shifted in his lap, only making you want him more. his hands worked up the shirt you had on, stopping at the bra. his lips detached from your neck, looking at his hands under your shirt. “is this a new set?” he asked, looking you up and down again. he was so focused on making sure you knew he still was attracted to you, he hadn’t realized the new set you had on.

you smiled and nodded, lifting the shirt for him. he licked his lips quickly before his hands gripped your bra, pulling the cups down. your boobs jumped out, your nipples already hard for him. “so fucking perfect.” he whispered, cupping one in his hand. he leaned forward, taking the other one in his mouth. his tongue traced a circle over your nipple, a soft breathy moan leaving your lips. you hands found the back of his head, your fingers rubbing through his brown hair.

he gently pulled your nipple with his teeth, his hips bucking forward. your head fell back, back arching in his lap as his mouth and fingers worked wonders on your nipples. but he was eager for something other than just your boobs.

“princess..” he mumbled into your chest before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting his lips back to your nipple. “need you to sit on my desk for me. can you do that?” he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. you didn’t hesitate to nod, practically jumping onto the wooden desk. he chuckled as he watched your eager self rest onto his desk, your legs spreading apart.

“missed getting your pussy eaten that much huh?” he joked, dropping to his knees. his hands found the backs of your knees, holding them firmly. “my fingers don’t do enough for me anymore.” you responded, your hands cupping your exposed boob. “i know baby.. but i’m gonna take care of you now, okay?” he said, kissing your inner thigh

you watched as his face disappeared between your legs, his lips pressing a kiss each time he moved closer up to your pussy. his hands remained right behind your knees, pulling you closer into his face. when he got to your cunt, he took one hand and pulled your panties to the side, allowing his nose to press into your clit, a gasp leaving your lips. he chuckled before pressing his lips to your pussy, his tongue moving slowly up between your folds, then back down.

your head fell back as you listened to him suck and lick your cunt. collecting every drop of wetness that came from you. his tongue pressed into your hole slowly, only to drag it back out just as slow. you could tell immediately he was being more gentle with you, more cautious. usually he’d have his fingers in you while his tongue sucked into your clit, fucking his fingers into your hole fast and desperately.

but now, his tongue was doing all the work, giving you soft licks up and down your slit or slow thrusts in and out your hole. you needed more. you needed him to fuck you like he never will be able to again.

you pulled the back of his head gently, whining for his attention. he looked up at you, his nose already shiny with your slick and his own saliva. “are you okay, am i being to rough?” he asked, the grip on your back knees loosening. “no.. if anything your not being rough enough. are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, looking down at him with a serious, stern look.

he sighed before leaning back on the heels of his feet. “i do my love but i can’t put you back in that position. it hurt me and scared me to see you like that. and i know it hurt and scared you even more.” his eyes drifted from your eyes to your knees. you smiled and took his hand, gripping it gently. “it won’t get to that point, i promise. i want to have our regular old sex back.” you said, looking down at him.

his eyes drifted back up to yours, reading your face. “i will be okay. i promise.” his eyes drifted down to your pussy before looking back up at you. “okay.” he nodded before scooting back closer to you. his lips immediately went for your clit, sucking it into his mouth. his ring and middle finger found your home, slowly sliding inside. you gasped above him, your eyes crossing from the double pleasure you just felt.

one hand went back to the back of his head, the other pressing flat in his desk to hold you up. “f-fuck John.. just like that~” you whined, moving your hips against his face. he groaned between your thighs before his fingers moved faster, his tongue circling your clit to match the pace of his fingers. “fuck your so wet” he mumbled against your pussy, scissoring his fingers inside you.

of course, with this amount of pleasure he was giving your pussy, your stomach began to knot and you knew you were close. “j-john i’m c..close” you whined, your thighs pressing harder on either side of his face. “cum on my face baby i know you can do it.. come on” he encouraged, looking up at you as he continued to abuse your pussy.

the sounds were sinful. he was licking and slurping your cunt so well, small groans leaving his own lips every so often. your hand remained on the back of his head, your hips moving in desperation on his face. “that’s it baby.. fuck yourself on my face.” he said, sticking his tongue out into your cunt.

you whined, gripping his hair more. your legs twitched beside him and soon after, the knot in your stomach came undone. your cum completely covered his tongue, some of his dripping down his chin. “fuck yes baby just like that.. fuck” he groaned, pulling you closer into his face.

his tongue lapped up all your cum, the slurping sound filling the room once again. your body gently shook above him, your chest rising and falling quickly. “j-john~” you moaned softly, slowly resting on his desk. his tongue made slow movements up and down your cunt, his head moving in small circles around your clit, following his tongue.

your eyes fluttered close as your came over your high, chest rising and falling slowly. he slowly got to his feet, looking down at you. “tired already?” he asked, patting your hip. you shook your head, peeking your eyes open. “not even a tiny bit.”

he chuckled before leaning down, pressing a kiss to your lips. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer into you. “need you to fuck me.” you breathed against his lips, looking into his eyes through your lashes. he smiled down at you before he pushed himself up and off you. his hands made quick movements to undo his belt, dropping his pants to his ankles. his hands spread your legs open, your shiny cunt the first thing he sees.

he licked his lips, a small smile spreading on his lips. he grabbed the base of his dick, slapping it on your covered cunt. your fingers dipped down, pulling your drenched panties to the side. again, his tip slapped against your cunt. he watched as your lips ever so slightly shook with each slap he gave them before pressing his tip between your folds. you looked down, watching him play with your pussy. “john..” you whined impatiently, swinging your legs. he chuckled, shaking his head softly.

“so impatient aren’t we?” he said, replacing your hand with his. you smiled with anticipation, watching as his hips slowly moved forward, feeling his tip push into you. a gasp left the both of you simultaneously, a quick glance shared between you both. it was the first time in a month you’d felt something full you up, and he’d felt something real and authentic.

he pushed deeper inside you, stretching your kissy out perfectly around his dick. he groaned, one hand slamming beside your head, the other on your hip. “raise those legs baby come on. wanna fuck into you deep.” he breathed out, nodding towards your legs. instantly you raised them, pressing them to your chest as best you could.

his head fell back, his adams apple bouncing up for a moment. “you .. are you tight.” he groaned, pulling his hips back slowly. he wanted you to feel every inch of him, and he wanted to feel every inch of your warmth. your head fell back, your hands gripping onto his biceps. when he bottomed out inside you, he remained still for a moment.

“feel okay?” he asked, looking down at you. you nodded your head lazily, looking up at him through your lashes. “please.. fuck me.” you whispered, clenching around him. he groaned at the sudden tightness around his length, his head falling to the side. he slid out of you and pushed back inside, finding a pace and rhythm for your you both.

your back laid flat on his desk, your head slightly hanging off the edge. he took your legs and rested them on his shoulders, quickly placing his hands back on your hips. he picked up the speed of his thrusts slowly, hitting deeper inside you with each one. “fuck y-your so deep sir.. feels so good” you cried out, your hands finding the edge of his desk to hold onto.

one thing about John was he loved it when you called him sir. he loved when he had some sort of power over you. not to the point he was controlling of course, but when you’d give up into him, give him complete control and power. man he loved it. “i bet you do love. this pussy so wet for me.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.

your body jerked up with each thrust he gave, his tip hitting your cervix each time. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth falling open. “ look at you, so fucking pretty. feel like cumming already.” he groaned, watching as your face twisted in pleasure. your eyes landed onto his above you, giving him the most innocent look you could manage to make. “feel too good sir.. so sensitive.” you whined, clenching around him again.

another thing John loved. when you made that cute little face. nothing made him cum faster than that. “fuck love.. don’t l-look at me like that.” he groaned, looking away from you quickly. but your whimpers and moans were everything but helpful in helping him hold back his orgasm. your pussy was still sensitive to touch from your previous orgasm, his pounding only made it more sensitive.

his fingers bruised your sides for sure, but you didn’t care. in fact you loved it. you wanted him to mark you up like he always does. and you were more than happy he was finally becoming okay with having you guys’ normal, rough sex.

“sir your s-so big.. fuck i cant take it.” you whined, arching your back off his desk. you were teasing him at this point, hoping to get him to cum first. he never came before you did, never. “i’m a gentleman, my love.” you remember him saying the first night you both hooked up. and he kept to his word. he never finished before you. not until tonight.

“c-come on love don’t s-say that.” he groaned, his head dropping. you smirked, up at him, giving him your doe eyes. “but you s-so big. feel so full.” his hips moved quicker, his nails digging into your hips. “baby please..” he whimpered out, trying to stop himself from cumming. “ need you to fill me up sir.. please.” you begged, clenching around him again.

his breath picked up, his hips slowing. “not gonna cum before you do.” he growled, looking down at you.

but you had different plans.

you looked up at him, your hands wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down. your lips latched onto his neck, biting and sucking his skin. another one of his weaknesses. “my god baby.. stop-fuck-stop doing this to me.” he whined, fucking into your faster. he couldn’t maintain the slow pace, he needed to cum.

your arms wrapped around him, your legs wrapping around his hips. “cum in me sir.. need you to cum in me.” you whispered in his ear, clenching around him again. his breathing picked up again, arms wrapping around your waist. “my god love.. gonna make me cum.” he groaned, slamming into you.

his desk began to scrape against the floor, your body jerking up with each thrust he gave you. just as he was about to cum, your second orgasm began to build up. “fuck keep going sir, please. so close.” you cried out, removing your lips from his neck.

“fuck baby- can’t hold it.” he moaned, his head digging into your neck. his legs gave out slightly, his orgasm rushing over him. he chanted your name into your neck quietly, pulling you into his chest. “f-fuck” he growled, slamming into you deeper.

his body laid on top of yours, his hips still moving to get you to your end. “come on baby cum for me.. wanna feel you cum on my dick.” he whispered, hands still on your hips.

your hands found their way back to the edge of the desk, lifting your hips up to feel him deeper. “right there sir - please” you cried out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he raised his body, watching you squirm beneath him. his hand found it’s way to your lower stomach, pressing down on it. “ so deep inside you, so deep in this pussy.” he moaned, watching you with hooded eyes.

with the pressure of his hand and the force of each thrust, your high cane and went very quickly. he moaned as your cum completely coated his dick, watching your body shake. “f-fuck John” you cried out, legs gripping his neck. “that’s it baby just like that.. just like fucking that.” he moaned, thrusting gently into you.

as he rode out your high, your eyes looked up at him. his eyes were already on yours, a soft smile on his lips. “how are you feeling?” he asked, taking your hand to press a kiss on your palm. “good. really really good.” you smiled.

he nodded before looking down, watching himself pull out. you both moaned quietly at the feeling, a small pop sound coming from your cunt as he pulled out fully. “i’ll clean you up and we can cook together.” he said, pulling his pants up from his ankles. nodding, you watched him walk away, preparing to clean you up. you were happy that you were finally able to get Price back to his old self. so much so, you could stop from pulling him back between your legs again when he came back, begging him for a round two.

you both ended up eating dinner very, very late that night.

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #captain price #konig fanfiction #captain john price

[thatbadadvice]

Help! The Woman I Have Been Stalking for Years Is Disinclined to Engage With Me

Carolyn Hax, WaPo, 1 June 2023 (originally 11 March 2009):

Dear Carolyn: About five years ago, I began to realize that a woman I dated 25 years earlier was someone I had stronger feelings for than I was mature enough to appreciate at the time. I had questions for her about why we hadn’t blossomed into the kind of relationship I now think we both believe we were destined for. In the past five years, I’ve continued to have those questions, then dreams, etc., which led me to do a paid search for her address. I wrote her twice and left a voice mail. My messages have been about old friends I bumped into who reminded me of her, what I’ve been doing and how I’d like to hear from her. That is, nothing too serious or about what’s been on my mind. I haven’t received an answer. I’ve thought through the reasons she hasn’t corresponded, and why I needed to talk with her, and am still at a loss. Would asking her my questions directly in a letter be a way to coax her to reconnect? Telling her that, apart from this midlife crisis of mine, I’m happily married and successful, and that all I want are answers? -- A 30-year-old question

Dear 30-Year-Old Question,

One might expect a happily married person to do all kinds of things, but topmost among them is paying to find the contact information of an ex-girlfriend and sending said ex-girlfriend multiple unanswered messages, repeatedly and through a variety of means, over the course of many years in the hopes of deceiving her into heady conversations about the details of your long-ended relationship. Yes indeed, when the Bad Advisor thinks of "normal stuff a person who's very happy in their marriage would do," her mind immediately goes to "pretending to ask innocuous questions about old friends in the hope that a woman I dated 30 years ago believes I am solely and only asking her innocent questions about old friends, when in fact I am explicitly and admittedly not."

Women are famously unable to clock the intentions of men, who are very clever, extremely stealthy, and never creepy or dangerous to the extent that they would unsettle people from whom they have demanded interaction and who have time and time again ignored them. Probably this woman received your incredibly blasé letters and voicemail and thought: "Gosh, it seems like this dude who deuced out on me three decades ago is trying to rope me into responding to him multiple times despite my obvious disinclination to engage only and exclusively on the subject of our old friends, what a boring conversation, I shan't respond unless he sends me a lengthy bit of written correspondence detailing his many thoughts and feelings about how our romance ended, I simply can't imagine having a conversation with him unless I know for absolute certain he wants to rehash what happened between us, which is the only possible way I could fathom entertaining such a reconnection, one which I would never have reason to pursue otherwise, as I am so desperately in love with him and have been lo these 30 years but could not in good conscience find a way to broach the subject unless he sends me just one more letter finally making his bonerful intentions plain, that sly dog."

Might you have neglected to include a return address on the previous correspondence about which you were extremely desperate, but in a very casual way, to receive a response? Does your ex-girlfriend own the only cellular telephone on earth that does not log the return-call number of people who leave voicemails? Mayhap she simply does not know how to contact you after multiple attempts over half a decade! These are highly probable reasons she has not sought you out! Vastly more likely than the fact that she sees entirely the fuck through your pretenses and wants nothing to do with you whatsoever.

If you wish to receive a concrete answer about the status of your relationships, your best hope is to CC your spouse on any future correspondence. I think you can expect a prompt response.

#advice #bad advice #carolyn hax #washington post #mid-life crisis #happily married #the gift of fear #just asking questions #sea lion #m'lady #stalking #just regular stuff happily married dudes do #absolutely normal shit

[asksythe]

Hi! I was looking into some stuff and came across a post talking about WWX’s arrogance. It was about WWX’s character and how the fandom insists that his arrogance was one of his main flaws when that’s not true and so on. Then I saw some people saying that arrogance is not inherently bad in Chinese novels and that I might have to do with the way the novel was translated.

I was just wondering if you had some insight on this. Thanks!

On some level, it can be considered a translation issue. But the real reason why WWX's characters, as well as countless other details in MDZS specifically (and Chinese novels broadly speaking), tend to be misunderstood on such a massive scale is... cross-cultural value mismatch.

Consider this:

1/ There is a tendency in the international fanbase to judge WWX (and other characters) on a modern Western moral standard. I don't have to tell you how illogical this is. Imagine if you come into the world of Game of Thrones and start spouting 21st-century judgment. You are likely to become human shishkebabs in less than five minutes. Most people who watch Game of Thrones or read the book understand that's not something you do unless you are a moron or looking to start shit. But for some reason, this is not the case for the MDZS fandom (and many other Chinese media fandoms out there). I'm not sure why this is the case. It might be because of the cultural distance making people not really realize they are coming into an entirely different world, and then they forget to check their modern expectations at the door. Like how tourists become obnoxious when they come to a foreign country, expecting the foreign country to cater to their whims.

I've once seen someone made an addition on TV Tropes saying WWX is a mass murderer that never got punished for his crime. I... I don't know what to say to that really. My expectation is that the person who wrote that is someone under 30, never left America, and never served in the military. For somebody who has never had this kind of experience, no amount of words will explain to them that for major parts of the world and for the vast majority of mankind's history, you have to be able to kill to survive. In fact, for most of our history, killers are our heroes. War is a reality that we live in. The ones who survive are the ones who win wars, the really accomplished killers.

2/ MDZS was not written for an international audience. That is to say, it's written with the expectation that it doesn't have to explain its intricacies and tropes to its intended readers. Because its readers already know. MDZS is xianxia danmei. Danmei has only had about 2 decades of modern history. But xianxia as a genre has stretched back millennia. Its tropes are very set. Chinese (and Sinosphere) readers don't need an explanation because we grow up consuming this kind of stories.

We don't need to be told in plain words to know WWX's only crime is to be possession of the Yin Tiger Tally, and the Jin's scheme is the real reason behind his tragedy. Because it's such a standard trope in our culture that there are millennia-old proverbs about it.

匹夫无罪，怀璧其罪 - pǐ fū wú zuì，huái bì qí zuì. Lit. The commoner is innocent, but his possession of treasure is a sin.

We don't need to be told that it doesn't matter if WWX goes along with the cultivation world's ceaseless demands (keep Suibian with him, consult more with Jiang Cheng before he does things) to know that none of that matters. Because none of those are actual rules, just trivial bullshit made up and used to socially isolate WWX and manipulate the public opinion against him. WWX's true crime is that he is alone. He is an orphan. No one will stand up for him. And unlike his big mouth, he's a real softie. Because if he wasn't then all of them would be dead ten times over with the kind of martial power WWX possess. Only WWX's good heart holds him back from really using his ability. Therefore, you can spit on him, you can cut him, you can trample on him without fearing retaliations.

Nie Mingjue has no sword. Ain't nobody try to lip him about it. Yu Furen has no sword. She uses a whip. Ain't nobody lip her about it.

WWX's undead cultivation is also not really the problem. That kind of cultivation is vanilla as girl scout's cookies. It's only made out that way because it's a method of cultivation that is very easy to learn and does not require enormous resources (i.e. caste issue, not class, caste) to cultivate. Which means it's a method that can be practiced far and wide by poor commoners. Which means it's an infringement on the cultivator House's power and financial base. That's its real crime. Not all that justice bullshit.

For many international fans out there, MDZS is their introduction to danmei (and xianxia). So they come in not knowing these things. They don't see the caste issues, the tragedy, the difference of philosophies and choices between WWX and JC. Their conclusion is built on ignorance and misunderstanding.

It doesn't help that most know little to nothing about Chinese culture which is a high-context culture, the polar opposite of most Western cultures (low-context culture). Something that may seem small and insignificant for a Western reader base can be a really big deal for the Chinese reader base, because it's inbuilt in five thousand years of history and culture. Like why Jin Guangyao buried his mother's corpse in the Guanyin temple and why he needed to reclaim it and take it with him when he tried to flee to Japan.

So it's no surprise there is such a massive divide in fandom opinion.

#ask sythe #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

There's Such a Sad Love (Deep in Your Eyes) - Prologue

it's finally time, friends!! here is the first part to my ghost!eddie fic! I am planning on getting the first real chapter up tomorrow, and the rest as they are done! I'd like to have this done by halloween but we'll see if i continue to have the spoons for this story thanks for reading! 🙌🥰👻

pairing: steddie | rated: M | on AO3

CWs for this chapter include: mentions of suicide/ideations as part of chrissy's backstory, and depictions of violence but nothing graphic!

He’s spoken with her a lot since he died, the Moon.

She’s lovely, beautiful, bright, and loves her monsters (Eddie still doesn’t quite know what that means, are monsters real? …Well…he is a ghost now…).

She was the first one he cried to when he realized what had happened to him, why it did.

Chrissy was his better half, his soulmate, his sister, his best friend.

He’d found her afterwards, his first thought being how could he have not known? He could understand anyone else not knowing, not knowing her like he did, but even he didn’t know.

He’d found her letter just as her boyfriend found him.

Eddie replays his last few minutes on the mortal plane over and over again in his head in the years afterwards, starting with the front door to his trailer being blown open in the wake of Jason Carver’s entrance…

“Carver! Jason, I–I’m so sorry…”

“What’d you do to her, freak?”

“What? Nothing! I’d never—I just found her letter—”

He can remember that he was hit in that moment, struck across the face lightning fast, but he can no longer remember the pain.

Probably a good thing too, for what was to come. 

“Oh yeah, sure, like anyone’s going to believe that.”

Another hit.

Another.

Another.

Over and over again until eventually, Eddie’s memory goes sideways; his sight is blurry, but clear enough to tell he was now on the floor.

He’s faced towards Jason’s legs, watches as they shuffle and bend to pick up something.

Wait, Eddie was holding something earlier wasn’t he? Something important?

His vision starts fading out, still watching as Jason’s legs back away from him, then turn sharply to run out the open door.

Tired, Eddie succumbs to the darkness; his last thought being that Wayne was going to be the one to find them both.

“A tale as old as time, I suppose.” he had told the moon one night of the thousands he must’ve been through at this point, “Blame the Freak, right?”

Her words of love and encouragement normally helped soothe his soul, but there were some nights where he just couldn’t let the injustice go, it wasn’t fucking fair!

In the end, Jason got second degree murder. Eddie got a plain wooden box.

His uncle was left alone and heartbroken.

Jason only served a fraction of the time he was supposed to.

Eddie never graduated high school, never got out of this shitty town, never got the chance to make something of himself.

He had never fallen in love.

Now, he was stuck in limbo. Stuck haunting the empty trailer (he doesn’t blame Wayne for leaving), then the empty plot where it’d had once been, and now he’s the new Forest Hills Estate’s resident poltergeist.

Admittedly, kinda metal. When he was alive, he might’ve thought it’d be badass to one of the tortured souls he used to enjoy reading about.

Now it’s just torturous. 

It’s been 38 years of hell.

Three of people breaking in and stealing mementos of the trailer ‘that poor girl’ died in.

They didn’t even say her name.

Ten of watching his home crumble around him before eventually getting torn down on purpose, to try and rid Hawkins of ‘that boy what did her in’.

They don’t dare say his name.

15 of watching the whole trailer park fall to disrepair; everyone else leaves, saying they hear sobs carried on the wind at night.

In 2001, the land the Forest Hills trailer park was on is sold off and construction starts.

Eddie laughs with the Moon when he sees walls start to go up around him, a moment of sardonic reprieve.

“Is the town’s memory that short? Don’t they know this is where it all happened?” he asks her, but she was just glad he’d have a roof over his head again.

Joke’s on him, though, it wasn’t the town that built there, it was some private company that didn’t know the history. The town knew. They remembered. And no one bought the place (even with as large and lovely as the home was).

In the 23 years it was left standing empty, he’d had loads of fun messing with the teens who’d come around every fall. Daring each other to just go up to the door, to ring the bell, even to just step up the first step. 

Sometimes they managed to get in, and those were the best times, especially on Halloween.

Eddie found himself corporeal every October 31st. Some years he’d just answer the door nonchalantly when someone knocked, knowing full well his bruised and bloody appearance really added to the effect.

Some years they’d come the day before, and those were the best. He wasn’t fully “a person” again yet, just a solid black shadow. 

His power grows in the months leading up to the 31st, and he uses the extra juice to scream and wail, to throw shit around…it adds to the story a bit, though he’s realized in the last few years that the kids who come around looking for thrills don’t even know what he and Chrissy went through.

The first time he’d heard that, he’d nearly thrown a couple kids out a second story window in his rage.

Finally, one day in late winter while wandering the grounds, testing the limits of his haunting range as if they’d suddenly expanded out any farther overnight, he sees the bright red SOLD sign at the end of the driveway.

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#in which the author's first fictional crush was casper #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #st #stranger things #ghost!eddie #the party #steveddie #eddeve #noelle writes

[theoreticslut]

「 drunken confessions 」

eddie munson x reader

summary: after years of friendship, eddie finally goes to a party to be with you, but your fuzzy mind can’t filter any of your thoughts.

requested: no

word count: 4.7k

warnings: slightly angsty, use of drugs and alcohol, pet names (princess, darling, honey), mentions of getting sick, mentions of hangovers, implied slight ‘nudity’ 

a/n: i know, i know, i know that everyone is seemingly on an eddie kick, but can you really blame us? he’s adorable. anyways, here’s my go at a fic for him. feedback is appreciated & you can certainly send in stranger things requests if you’d like!

Sitting front row a section down from the Basketball team, you can’t help but internally groan at the sheer amount of noise there is.

You’ve never minded the games themselves, long as you sit towards the back of the crowd with a friend or two, but since becoming a cheerleader there’s been never ending noise. 

If it’s not the squad cheering for the team and trying to rile up the crowd, then it’s all the shallow-minded ‘golden girls’ complaining about their most recent date or their boyfriend who didn’t do what was expected of him, or whatever it is they wanted to complain about.

It actually makes you sick how entitled most of these girls sound, and act, just because they’re in the popular clique. You hate it, and you half regret ever joining the team to begin with.

That is until you catch a glimpse of the messy mop of curls and addictive smile that you’ve come to adore, attempting to blend into the crowd even though it’s nearly impossible for him to do so.

Eddie Munson has been a friend of yours for about as long as you can remember. Ever since you moved into the trailer diagonally across the road from his, at least.

Your mom left your father when you were five. Without her to stay home and help care for you, he had to cut back his hours at work for a while, meaning he didn’t have the income to keep the house you’d been living in. Not that it mattered though. Not when the trailer was decent enough, and you got to meet eddie.

Of course he was a few years older than you, but that didn’t matter. Especially when his uncle and your father would hang out from time to time. 

You can’t even begin to count how many times the two of you would spend the afternoon watching movies as the adults watched a game on tv, usually drinking. It was him who introduced you to your first horror movie, and thus helped you realize you really didn’t care for the genre. 

It was he who introduced you to the wide variety of metal music, even if you weren’t a fan of all of it. It was he that would tease you for the mainstream pop music and romcom or plain old comedy movies you enjoyed, yet it didn’t take much convincing to get him to sit there and listen to it all.

In fact, although he was shocked to hear you say it, and even teased you a bit for it, he was the one that really encouraged you to try out for the team. Since then, you’ve noticed that he’s been coming out to almost every game, when before you’d actually have to drag him to one. Even then you could rarely get him to go.

Now he claims he only comes to the games because all his ‘customers’ are there, but you’d like to think there’s a part of him that’s there to watch you. God knows you’ve had a little thing for him since the start of high school.

You watch as he gazes over the crowd, smiling as he spots you. You can’t help but smile back as he sends you a head nod to greet you, not liking to draw attention to either of you at school.

He knows you’ve got a reputation of sorts to uphold as a cheerleader, and he likes to uphold his reputation as the freak. Therefore, once you told him that you made the team, he made the pact to keep your friendship on the down low at school. The last thing he wants is for you to get bullied by the people you were on a team with.

“Let’s go, Tigers!” Chrissy shouts, clapping with her poms as her boyfriend gets possession of the ball.

You sigh, dropping your head for a second as you’re pulled back to the reality of your current situation. As much as you’d like to go see Eddie, you’re expected to sit here and cheer.

“Let’s go, tigers.” You mutter, building yourself up to actually cheer and rile up the crowd as you get closer to half time.

~.~

“Come on, y/n! It’s going to be a hell of a party.” Chrissy tries to persuade you as she hangs onto her boyfriend, Jason.

Excitingly, Hawkins High won the game, all thanks to a freshman you know from Eddie’s D&D group. You knew Lucas had it in him, he just needed the time to prove it.

Soon as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, you made sure to congratulate him, having noticed none of his friends were in the crowd earlier to have seen his win.

Now, the majority of the team and some of their friends were heading over to this big party, but you really didn’t want to go.

“I’m sure it will be, Chrissy, but I’m really tired. I’ll come to the next one. Promise.”

“But we’ve got to celebrate the team’s win!” She practically whines, trying her absolute best to persuade you into coming.

“You guys go and do that for me. You’ve got enough celebratory energy for the both of us.”

“It’s not the same without you there, though. You always make these things so much more fun.” She pouts.

“Next one. I promise. Go and have fun.” 

“You promise you’ll be at the next one?”

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” You state, getting a giggle from her as she nods. 

You have to admit, out of everyone on the team, you really don’t mind Chrissy. Sure she can seem a bit ditzy and spoiled at times, but she’s actually really cool.

“I’m holding you to it. Have a good night, okay?”

“I will. You guys too. Be safe.” You smile, pulling your team jacket around your body as a slight breeze runs through the parking lot.

She nods, blowing you a kiss as Jason pulls her away and towards his car.

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head as you turn to start heading home, walking past the back of the school.

Just as you start to cross into the shadows, since the school apparently can’t afford to light the entire grounds, you feel someone grab you around the waist, drawing a scream from you as they lift you up and spin you around.

Within a second you hear laughing from behind you as you get set down, and you immediately know it’s Eddie. Especially when he leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his arms still draped around your waist.

“Eddie, you asshole! You just about gave me a heart attack.” You huff, slapping his biceps as you turn in his arms to face him.

“I’m sorry, princess. I couldn’t help myself. The opportunity was there.” He laughs, smiling and showcasing his beautiful dimples.

“You owe me. Better find a way to make it up to me.” 

“You know I will. I always do, don’t I?” He smiles, his laughter dying out as he looks down at you, having about six inches on you.

“Mhm.” You hum, looking back up at him as a moment of silence passes between the two of you.

“Uh, you did well back there. Seems like you’ve been practicing hard lately.” He mentions, clearing his throat as he backs away from you a little, moving his arm up around your shoulders as he begins to walk you over to his van.

That’s another thing he’s been doing since you joined the team. Not only does he come to pretty much every game, but he makes sure to give you a ride home every time as well.

“Thanks, Eds. I’ve been trying, but I still don’t think I’m getting it quite right.” You frown.

“It looks like you are.”

“I don’t know. Thank you, though.” You smile.

“Of course, princess. I mean, if you’re really that worried that you’re getting it wrong, you could run the routine by me sometime? I can tell you if anything looks off.” 

“You’d do that?” 

“Yeah. I mean, you’re my best friend, and getting it right is important to you.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you, Munson?” You smile, leaning into his side as he chuckles, smiling down at you as he shakes his head.

“Hey, I’m just trying to be nice.” he teases, opening the door of his van for you as the two of you reach it.

“You’re always nice, Eddie.” 

“Mm, only to you.” He mumbles, rolling his eyes as you climb into the passenger side seat.

~.~

You can’t help but relax as you lay on Eddie’s bed, your head resting on his stomach as Motley Crue plays in the background.

“So you’re a secret party animal, huh?” Eddie questions, his one hand absentmindedly running through your hair as the other holds a joint.

“Hmm?” You hum, brows furrowing as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“I could hear you talking to Cunningham in the parking lot there. Said something about you making things more fun?” 

“Oh. Yeah. I mean, I guess.” You blush, turning your attention back to the ceiling.

“You guess?” 

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t really think I make things more fun, but then again I usually can’t remember everything of the night before anyway.” 

Eddie can’t help but raise his brows at your admission, especially since you said it in such a nonchalant way. He’s seen you drink before, and he’s seen how giggly you get when you’re drunk, but he’s never known you to get blackout drunk.

“Hmm, guess I’ll have to come to one of these parties sometime. See for myself if you really make things more fun or not.” He teases.

“It’s only because the things are so boring that I drink enough to get drunk.”

“I’ve seen you drunk, princess, and you always know what you do the night before.  You have to be wasted at these things.” He states, sitting up against his pillows, causing you to have to move to get comfortable again, which ends up being on your stomach, looking up at him.

“I don’t just drink at these things, Eddie.” You admit, reaching for the lit joint in his hand.

“You smoke with these people?” He questions, eyes slightly wide at the thought.

He watches as you shrug, nodding in response, taking a hit from the joint.

“Yeah, I mean, you sell to the majority of them, don’t you? I know your stuff is good.” 

“I mean, yeah. I do sell to quite a few Hawkins High students, but I don’t know. How do you know what they’re smoking is mine?”

“I don’t. Not for sure, at least. I just figured. Why’re you upset about this?” You frown, brows furrowed as you watch him.

“I’m not upset, y/n. I’m just, worried.” He sighs, running a hand down his face as he reaches for the joint.

You take one last hit from it before handing it back to him, slowly exhaling the smoke as he takes his turn.

“Why’re you worried, Eds? It’s not like I don’t know how to safely smoke. And I’ve always made it back home safe, haven’t I?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, you have. I’m sorry. It’s not my place to worry.” He sighs, taking another hit, inhaling deeply as you frown.

You’ve never seen Eddie act like this. You know he cares for you, but it’s not like he needs to worry about you. He never has before.

~.~

Like you promised, the next party came around and you’ve dragged yourself out to it, much to Chrissy’s excitement. Of course you lost her within ten minutes of arriving though. 

Since then you’ve been downing drinks rather steadily, chatting with people as you bump into them, but you’re still not really having fun. Especially since your conversation with Eddie plays in the back of your mind as you take each sip.

People have been smoking for the last few hours, the house being submerged in a layer of smoke as joints get passed around groups of friends. As much as you’d like to take some, you can’t help but remember the worry on Eddie’s face when you said you do so.

You don’t want to worry him, so you’ve been keeping your distance from the drug, even though it seems to be calling out for you.

“Fancy a joint?” Someone questions you, and you go to reach for it before hesitating.

“It’s alright, princess. I know you want it.”

At the nickname, you look up to find Eddie smiling down at you, a large smile breaking out on your face.

“Eds!” You smile, practically throwing yourself into his arms in a hug, drawing a chuckle from him as he wraps his free hand around you.

“Hey, princess. How’re you doing?” He questions, for once not worrying who is seeing this interaction.

“Better now. You’re here.” You admit, smiling a bit dumbly as you slur your words.

Eddie can’t lie and say your words don’t make his heart race. He knows that you’re definitely drunk at the moment, but any time you mention liking his presence he can’t help but feel soft.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s liked you for quite a few years. He’s not sure when exactly it happened, but at some point he stopped finding your reactions to horror movies funny, but rather adorable. He found himself giving into your pleas to watch romcoms and comedy’s more and more with less resistance. 

At some point he found himself taking notice of your appearance more too. He suddenly noticed the way you would do your makeup and style your hair, especially for school. With him though, you always did less, not feeling the need to try as hard, if at all. 

He began noticing the way you filled out certain pairs of jeans, and how your shirts occasionally gave a great view of your cleavage. God forbid the few times you’ve worn his clothes. As children he never thought anything of it, but sometime between middle and high school he found himself nearly losing his breath at the sight.

Don’t even ask him about your cheerleading uniform. The amount of times the image of you in the green and white fabric crossed his mind late at night. That’s half the reason he finds himself coming to these obnoxious games; so he can watch you dance around in that pretty little uniform of yours.

“Come smoke with me?” You question, your voice pulling Eddie from his thoughts.

“Smoke with you? You sure you want that, princess?” He teases, already knowing he’s going to.

“You should already know that I do.” You quip, giving him a little pout that sends a little fire throughout his middle.

~.~

You smile, dumbly, as you watch Eddie smoke beside you, seeming so peaceful looking up at the night sky as he exhales.

“You’re so pretty, Eds.” You murmur, your filter nonexistent as the weed and alcohol make your head foggy.

“Not as pretty as you, y/n.” He smiles, and you can’t help but take his response as a mindless joke to your statement.

“I’m serious, Eddie.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You’re really pretty.”

“I’m being serious, too, princess.” He chuckles, watching as your pout deepens.

“Why’re you upset, darling?” He hums, putting out the joint as it gets to the end.

“You’re not list’ning.” 

“I heard you say I’m pretty. I appreciate it, princess. I think you’re real pretty yourself.” 

As he speaks, he grabs your hand and pulls you over to sit on his lap, your hands resting on your lap, atop your little cheer-leading skirt.

“No, Eddie. You’re not getting it.” You sigh, playing with his fingers, occasionally spinning his rings as you study them like they’re the most interesting thing in the world.

“Honey, you’re drunk. I don’t know what you’re trying to get at.” 

“I like you.” You mumble, making Eddie chuckle as you continue playing with his hand.

“I like you too.”

“Nooo.” You whine, frustrated that he’s not getting what you’re trying to say. 

“I like you a lot, Eddie. More than a friend.” 

He nods, jaw dropping lightly as he finally understands what you’ve been trying to say. He can’t lie and say it doesn’t make his heart race and his stomach flip, but he can’t know for sure how much you mean it when you’re this far gone. 

“Yeah? Let’s get you home and we can talk more about it, okay?” 

A moment passes as he waits for your reply, but you take it to try to stop your heart from breaking.

“You don’t like me, do you?” You all but whisper.

“I never said that, princess.” He softly explains, having never seen you like this.

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know you only see me as a friend.” You cry, dropping his hand as you wipe at a few tears pooling in your eyes.

“Hey. I told you that I like you.”

“As a friend. You didn’t say anything when I told you I liked you more than that. Y-you changed the topic.” You sniffle, curling into yourself as he sighs.

“You’re drunk, y/n. I don’t want to say anything you might not remember in the morning.”

“I’m not that drunk, Eddie.” You argue, raising your voice in frustration. 

“Let me get you home, okay? I promise we’ll talk about it there.” 

“No. I-I’ll stay here. You go, though.” 

You can’t help but sniffle as you reply to him, wiping at some more tears as you try to get up from his lap, but he grabs your hand, pulling you back down to him as soon as you’re standing.

“I’m not leaving you here, princess. Not all upset like this.” 

“Don’t call me princess. Please.”  You plead.

“And it’s not your decision whether I stay.” 

He can’t help but sigh as your stubbornness starts to pop out. He’s seen this plenty of times when you were children, and luckily, he knows how to handle it.

“Y/n. You know you’re not being rational. Let’s go home. We can stop by that 24/7 diner you like.” 

A silence settles over the both of you as you take in his words and he waits for your reply. He knows that you’ll never turn down a trip to the diner. 

“The one with the pancakes?” You ask after a moment.

“The one with the pancakes.”

Sighing, you get up from his lap and hold your hand out for him, deciding some pancakes sound amazing, even if you are a little heartbroken.

Smiling, he grabs your hand, getting up from the lawn chair he had been sitting in. Soon as he’s standing, he drapes his arm around your shoulders, never letting go of your hand as he leads you back towards the house.

Walking through, he notices Lucas seemingly drunk out of his mind. He knows him from Hellfire, having taken him and his friends in to be a part of the group, and he’s sure that he’s never had alcohol before in his life. The poor kid is going to be in hell come morning. Realizing that, Eddie takes pity on him, wrapping an arm around  his shoulders and leading him out of the house as well.

Never did he think he’d be a babysitter to his best friend and some freshman, but here he is. Maybe he is nice like you constantly tell him.

~.~

When you wake in the morning, the first thing you notice is just how much your head aches and how dry your mouth is. Groaning, you turn over onto your side, pulling the covers further up your body.

Unfortunately the feeling of having to pee hits you. Begrudgingly you roll yourself out of bed, realizing you’re not in your room, but Eddie’s, wearing his shirt.

You can’t help but smile, but you don’t linger on the thought for long as you go back to feeling like you have to pee.

As you get closer to the bathroom, you hear someone getting sick and you frown, knowing it’s extraordinarily rare for Eddie to drink enough to get sick. Looking into the bathroom, you frown as you see Lucas getting sick into the toilet, looking worse for the wear.

“Aw, Lucas, hon.” You pout, stepping into the bathroom and rubbing his back as he groans.

“You gotta take it easy drinking. Especially your first few times.” 

All you get in response is a groan and you can’t help but feel sorry for the kid, knowing he only wanted to fit in with all his older teammates.

“You done?” 

“I think so.” He murmurs, sighing as he takes a deep breath.

“Rinse your mouth out and go lay down, okay? I’ll be out in a second to find us some pain relievers.”

“Okay.” He groans, begrudgingly pulling himself up from the floor and over to the sink.

You watch, sympathetically, as he does what you say, seeming exhausted as he does so. You pout slightly as he stumbles back out to the couch where Eddie must have placed him last night.

Not that you remember getting home, though. You vaguely remember Eddie showing up to the party, which surprised you, but after that it all became a massive blur.

Regardless, you do your business and wash your hands, rinsing your face as you do. Opening the medicine cabinet you find a bottle of Advil, grabbing the container and making your way out to the kitchen.

You grab a glass from one of the cabinets, filling it up with tap water before making your way to the couch.

“Take these, hon. It’ll help. Trust me.” You state, handing two pills to Lucas before handing him the glass of water.

“Thank you, y/n. You’re nice.” He mumbles, eyes already closed as exhaustion creeps up on the kid.

“Of course.” You smile, fixing the blanket over him as the trailer door opens.

“Morning, princess.” Eddie greets, flashing you his signature smile.

“Morning. Where’ve you been?”

“We didn’t have much food, so I went out and got some so you two alcoholics can eat the hangover away.”

“Be nice to us, Eds.” You tease, knowing he’s only joking with you. 

“Especially, Lucas. You know how it is wanting to fit in with the big kids. Poor baby must’ve taken any drink those guys handed him.” 

“I know. I’m only teasing. I’m honestly surprised you’re up and about right now.” 

“Hmm, it’s not my first time drinking.”

“I know that.” He sighs, rolling his eyes as you chuckle.

“But I’ve never seen you so drunk before.”

“Because you’ve never gone to a party with me before, and I typically don’t see you until the majority of the hangover is gone.” You state, only telling him the truth as he walks around the counter to wrap an arm around you.

He hums, nodding in agreement and you can’t help but wonder what you might’ve said or done last night.

“Speaking of which, how do you feel about laying back down?”

“I’d be happy to.”

At your reply, Eddie breaks out into a smile as he leads you back to his room where you crawl into bed beside him.

“Is it okay if I lay on you a bit?” You ask, wanting to curl up into his side some.

“More than okay, princess. Want you to be comfortable.”

You smile, pulling yourself into his side, a hand and your head resting on his chest as you prop one of your legs up on his hip.

Soon as he feels you settle in, he lets his hand closest to you play with your hair, drawing a soft hum from you.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He suddenly asks.

“Not much. I remember you showing up, but then everything gets blurry.” 

“I didn’t do anything dumb did I?” You question.

“Depends on your definition of dumb.”

“Anything I’d be embarrassed about?”

“No. No, you were deceptively sober to most.” He shares, chuckling at your question.

“You did say some things, though.”

“Like what?” You question, tilting your head to look at him, his eyes already focused on you.

“Well you called me pretty.” He chuckles.

“I mean, you are.” You chuckle, blushing ever so slightly.

“I know I am, but I appreciate the compliment.” He jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. You said you liked me.” 

“I do like you. You’re my best friend.” You state, but he’s cutting off the end of your sentence.

“As more than a friend.” 

You nod, taking a second to comprehend and figure out how to go about this. You could play it off as drunken rambling, but you have the slightest inkling that he’d call bullshit if you did. 

“Oh…Wh-what happened after I said that?”

“Well, you started to cry and I had to take you to the diner to calm you down.” He states, in an ever so slight teasing tone.

“That…sounds like me.” You chuckle, sighing as you do. You’ve definitely noticed you can get super emotional when you’re drinking.

You sigh, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, not able to look at Eddie, too afraid of the expression he might hold. You’re not sure you can take any sort of rejection right now.

“Hey,” he calls, sitting up himself and situating himself behind you.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really.” You state, swallowing back any fear you hold to look back at him as he pushes some of your hair off of your shoulder.

“Mm, don’t do that.” He hums, pouting.

“Do what?”

“Shut yourself up like you are. You’re afraid of being vulnerable.”

“I am not.”

“Are too. Tell me, do you like me? As more than a friend?” He questions, holding your hair away as he looks at you, hovering over your shoulder.

“I…”

You look down at him and feel whatever resolve you had in you breaking. You can’t lie to him, and you’re sure that he knows it.

“You already know the answer.” You sigh, feeling his smirk as he ghosts his lips over your shoulder.

“I want to hear it.” 

“I like you. I like you a lot, Eddie Munson.”

At your admission you can feel him grin, his lips pressing to your shoulder before making their way to the base of your neck where you can’t help but let out a soft whine.

“I like you a lot, too, y/n y/l/n. Have for a while.” He murmurs, pulling you back so he can reach your lips, kissing you upside down until he shifts your positions.

You can’t help but groan into the kiss, slightly confused as you try to wrap your head around what he’s said. You can’t find it in you to pull away from him, though. Instead, you only relax further into his hold as your lips mold together.

“God you’re perfect.” He groans, seeming dazed as he pulls away for air.

“Not as perfect as you.” You huff, pulling him back in for another kiss.

He can’t help but groan into the kiss as he smiles at your words and just the idea that he’s finally kissing you after all these years.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” You hear Lucas gag, you and Eddie pulling away from each other to find him standing in Eddie’s doorway.

“What do you want, Sinclair?” Eddie asks, displaying his signature smirk as you sit up behind him.

“I was going to say I’m hungry, but I don’t think I can eat after that display.” 

“Oh, knock it off. You’ll be doing the same someday soon.” Eddie dismisses, getting up and leading the younger teen back towards the living room, sending a wink back at you from over his shoulder.

“You were sucking her face off!” Lucas exclaims, still disgusted by the sight of you two kissing.

You can’t help but chuckle, knowing he’ll soon grow out of that disgust, no matter how disturbed he is by it right now. You smile, still feeling Eddie’s lips on yours, confirming that the entire conversation you just had did happen. He likes you back, and you can’t be happier.

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I feel like you would have to be exceptional in some way to become the object of Yao’s affections. He appreciates beauty and intelligence, but he would place much more stock in a darling that’s graceful or poised. I don’t think he’s necessarily hung up on looks (he is thousands of years old- it takes more than just a pretty face to catch his eye), but he seems likely to try to cultivate sophistication in his partners as well. Elegance is closely associated with the feminine ideal in Chinese culture, after all. Regardless of how his darling identifies, he will strongly mold them to fit cultural/historical standards of comportment. 

Before Yao even thinks to start a relationship with you, he will observe you. Likely within plain sight. If you’re a country you’ll likely feel his eyes on you in a crowd. Before he makes such a big emotional investment, he needs to be sure of what he’s getting into. Once you exhibit a few of the qualities he’s into, you’re a goner.

His age strongly informs the way he interacts with his darling. He’s old enough to not be delusional. I feel like he’s the least likely to kidnap you. Instead, he’ll take a different route completely. Think crazy gifts (first class flights, expensive clothes and jewelry), and compliments. Is he obsessed? Yes. Is part of that obsession fed by a desire to control? Also yes. But he does not want to coerce you. Part of the fun is indeed having you, but another is getting you to come to him on your own. He looks down on the greener nations that rely on force. He will carefully manipulate your perceptions of him, and over time you’ll fall into his trap without even realizing.

Of course he’ll let you borrow the car to drive yourself home, or he’ll take you home to get clothes, but why would you need to when he’s got the entire Spring/Summer 2023 Mugler collection at the penthouse?? I’m tempted to use the term gilded cage, but you can leave whenever. That “freedom” could easily give anyone a false sense of security. And he takes full advantage of that fact. 

 He is truly devoted to his darling, but is not the most openly loving person. As such, he expresses his love by giving gifts rather than physical contact or romantic language (it’s giving sugar daddy y’all). As mentioned before, he will pay top dollar and move the moon to ensure his darling’s happiness. He is not worried about spoiling his darling at all. He does not mind a little bit of brattiness to spice things up as long as nothing goes too far. He rarely spends money on himself, but as his sun moon and stars, that reasoning cannot be applied to you. Ask and you shall receive.

Don’t let him fool you! This devotion does not come without a price, though. Complete obedience is expected. He uses his darling’s standard of living as leverage, so there is rarely a need for real punishments. His goal is to get you so accustomed to luxury that you’ll do near anything to keep it.

Because of his age and temperament, I don’t think Yao would be keen on harsh physical punishments, or any physical punishments for that matter.

If you’re lucky enough to catch Yao’s eyes, you will never lift a finger again. So long as you play the part of a gentle, grateful, and obedient lover, that is. But with a life like this, why wouldn’t you be? No need to question anything that seems off…right?

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🌸 Age Regression Writing Prompts! 🌸

(I do not consent to these prompts being used for ANYTHING k!nk or N/S/F/W)

I’ve been really interested in writing my own agere fanfiction recently, so I made a list of prompts for myself!!! But I really wanted to post the prompts here too in hopes that they inspire other people! So if you write something based on any of these prompts please let me know!!! Also, credit is appreciated (but not necessary!) if you post these anywhere!!!! I really really just wanna read what you come up with, even if I’m not familiar with the characters! So please don’t be scared to tag me in anything you write!!! :D

With that out of the way, let’s get to the prompts! 

Scenario Prompts (Feel free to adjust these however you like! Don’t be afraid to add/subtract characters, or even combine prompts! Get creative!!!)

Character A has never had a sleepover before. Character B decides to change that!

Character B is going out of town, and they leave Character C in charge of Character A while they’re away.

Character A is on a mission to find the perfect plushie. Luckily, they’ve got tons of people determined to help! 

Character C is left in charge of babysitting Character A! Character C spends hours planning the perfect day for the two of them, but nothing goes quite as planned. (Bonus: Character C is disheartened for bit, but they look over at Character A and notice that the kiddo is actually really happy! In the end, Character C realizes that a perfect schedule isn’t always necessary for a perfect day.) 

Character B notices that Character A has seemed stressed lately, so they surprise them with a cozy blanket fort! (Bonus: Character B also prepares snacks/movies/games!) 

Character A has a nightmare, and Character B will do whatever it takes to comfort them. 

Character A has their first playdate with Character D! It takes them both a bit to get comfortable around the other, but by the end of the playdate they’re best friends! (Bonus: Character D and Character A make each other friendship bracelets!)

Character A is at the beach with all of their favorite people! There are so many fun things happening all around Character A, and they’ve run into a slight problem: they can’t decide what to do first!

Character B is cooking dinner and Character A really wants to lend a hand. 

Character A wants cuddles, but everyone they ask is too busy to give them much attention. Character A is a little sad, but understands and settles for cuddling their plushies instead. After a couple minutes, however, Character C is finished with their tasks and comes to shower Character A with love and affection! It doesn’t take long after that for everyone else to finish what they were doing and give Character A lots of attention too!!! (Bonus: Character A ends up falling asleep surrounded by all their favorite people.)

Character A is hungry, so Character C spoils them with candy and baked goods. (Bonus: Character B scolds Character C because “That’s not real food!”)

It’s the first snow day of the year! Character A has so many things they want to do, but they’re worried they won’t have enough time to do them all. Fortunately for them, all their loved ones are determined to help Character A achieve the perfect snow day.

Character C takes Character A shopping with them! Character A thinks they’re about to do plain old errands, but by the end of their trip Character A is practically drowning in presents Character C bought for them! (Bonus: Character C holds Character A’s hand as they cross the road.)

It’s almost bedtime! Character A goes through their nightly routine, but lays down and finds they can’t fall asleep. Thankfully, Character B comes to their rescue with bedtime stories, angel milk, and lots of soft blankets!

Character A decides to write letters to all their favorite people! (Bonus: show the other characters’ reactions to receiving their letter!!)

I have a bunch of prompts that weren’t included in this post, so please let me know if you’re interested in a part two!!! I also plan making a pet regression writing prompt list soon, so if anyone wants me to post that I'd be happy to as well!!!!!!

#this post got pretty long!! whoopsies! #I hope you guys like these prompts tho!!!! #I had lots and lots of fun writing these down!!!! #Age Regression #Agere #age regressor #sfw agere #agere sfw #safe agere #agere writing #agere writing prompts #agere writing prompt #fandom agere #agere fanfic #agere fandom

[healerelowen]

I’m so sorry but I had a few ideas, I’ll try my darndest not to swamp you but….

Scribes (or just g, your gonna discover a smidge of a trend) s/o being slowly corrupted by the old data

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 -Scrybes partner slowly getting corrupted with the Old_Data-

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It would be more subtle at first, with you mostly seeing things out of the corner of your eye than anything else. As time goes on though, you begin seeing strange things as you dream next to your partner. Words from messages, photos of people and places you didn’t recognize, a black and white daus card, all of it being unusual but you didn’t think much of it. Rather you dismissed it with them all being odd dreams that would dissipate eventually. Which had led to your surprise when discussing your strange dreams with your partner, you were met with a concerned and alarmed gaze from them, not shifting as if there were bounds of thoughts running through their mind. 

Only when you asked them if they were alright did they snap out of it, but they clearly were still shaken with worry. They told you that they were, and that they were simply thinking about something. It was odd, but you simply accepted that for an answer and continued whatever task you were doing. The dreams and visions had only gotten worse, and you noticed your partner watching you with concern. Even their subordinates were starting to glance at you weird. What was frustrating was that when you pressed about it, it was usually dismissed with your partner giving you a small task to do in the meantime. They were keeping something from you, but they refused to say, so you stormed off to do the task they asked you to do.

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Leshy

You were being corrupted. He could see it plain as day, and the realization pierced him like a sharp thorn in his stomach. Leshy knows you want the answers, why he’s been acting off, why he told his lackey’s to be wary of any odd behavior from you, but he can’t bring himself to do it. 

For he’s too caught up in his own self-loathing that he failed to protect you from the cursed code plaguing this world. Sometimes when he’s alone, he’ll wail with despair. You were the last person who deserved to see all those horrible things, to learn the truth about this game’s existence. Leshy knows you’re angry, but what else can he do? Besides ripping away your innocence that made your eyes twinkle, your smile warmer. 

He sits alone in his cabin, unsure of what to do. He hardly goes out to capture beasts anymore, earning the concern of his subordinates, who drop by his cabin every so often to see if he’s alright. All they’re met with is a concerned, lingering stare from him, one that shows the fear of realization. 

He contemplates telling you, as tempting as it is, but how can he? How could he possibly tell the one he loves about something that’s infecting them, that had infected him too, that he knew about its existence all along and never told you in fear of hurting you? Too much, all of it is too much to bear.

He tries to divert his focus, maybe he can prepare another game of cards for when you get back.. 

Grimora

..She should’ve seen this coming. It was going to happen eventually, and Grimora knew it. But it startled her with how unexpected it was, when it seemed everything was simply going as it normally would, as normal as this place could get. But of course it wasn’t that simple, and she feels foolish for thinking that. 

She doesn’t pry, but she does inquire about your strange visions every so often. It’s subtle, if infrequent, but it does give her a clearer idea of how far gone you are. Grimora does wish for things to be different, you of all people don’t deserve to go through something as horrific such as that. 

When you do talk about your visions, sometimes she’ll say that she saw something similar years back. She never goes into detail, but she does keep it vague enough for you two to half-heartedly make a connection. When she sees your blissfully unaware gaze as she speaks, it makes her cold heart ache. Why must this happen to you? 

Out of all the Scrybes, she doesn’t necessarily keep everything hidden away from you, but keeps certain elements that would be too daunting obscure when discussing it. So she’s certainly more willing to talk about it, but very vaguely.

Grimora is…uncertain if she should reveal the truth to you. Afterall, she’s been telling you white lies this whole time, and she isn’t sure if it’ll make the damage worse or not. You deserve to know, but should you know is the question.. 

Such thoughts trouble her as she simply inscribes another epitaph of a tombstone, making a fresh card. 

     P03

The bot freezes as you go into detail about your dreams, claw clutching a freshly printed card tightly. He doesn’t say anything, only trying to relax itself as it slowly places down the card. As P03 listens, he slowly nods along, work almost completely abandoned. 

He’ll press sometimes, with a usual, “Tell me more about that..” to pry a bit more information out of you. His odd behavior is noticeable and it does tell its workers about the possibility of you having more odd behaviors. But despite that, he doesn’t change a whole lot, aside from asking more questions from you than normal. He seems..cautious, wary of something that it refuses to talk about. 

In addition, P03 also seems to be cutting back on the usual teasing and banter, to the point where they’re few and far between. When you ask if he’s alright, it’ll tell you that it's fine, and will bring up something else to distract you. It’s not the most effective thing, but it’ll do to keep you oblivious for a little longer. 

Eventually, he fesses up. P03 sits you down for a long talk, and tells you what’s going on and what exactly your dreams and visions mean. Depending on how well you take it, he will try to console you about it, maybe wrapping an arm around you as it tries to comfort you. 

If there were a better way to go about this, he would take it. But..he can’t lie to you, it can’t keep the wool over your eyes forever. He had to tell you, as painful as it was. P03 lets you take your time to fully wrap your head around it, listens to you vent whenever it becomes worse, and tries its damn best to make sure that you feel safe around it and everyone else. 

P03 wishes for a way to prevent this from happening, but at the very least, you are aware of what’s happening and are trying to keep it from getting worse.       

Magnificus

Magnificus is absolutely mortified the moment he hears about your dreams and visions. The horror of the realization makes him openly shudder, and it takes him a good few moments to fully recollect himself, even some reassurance from you. He dismissed it with it being a vivid vision he had to spare your concern, but after that, he had been anxious nonstop. 

He can hardly look you in the eye anymore, fearful of seeing a glimpse of that cursed code infesting you so subtly you don’t even notice it. In his own subtlety, you can pick up on his nervous behavior by noticing how his hand shakes as he paints on a blank canvas. You try to ask him what’s wrong, but he’s defensive, even outright pushing you away so you can stop bothering him. 

He can’t tell you. The thought makes him shiver and his mouth dry with terror. He feels guilty for pushing you away, but he doesn’t know what else to do. What can he do? Just watch his beloved partner lose to the corrupted code? 

All of this fear, this paranoia surrounding it, he wishes for it all to just stop. It makes his body and mind ache, as he practically collapses onto the bed to rest every night. Magnificus is terrified for you, so scared of what will become of you. He tries to bring himself to push past his anxiety, to help you, tell you something, anything that will help you. But he can’t..he can’t bring himself to rasp a single word to you.

Trembling, he strokes his brush on a new canvas, trying to paint a better future for you and your wellbeing.

#inscryption #inscryption leshy #inscryption grimora #inscryption p03 #inscryption magnificus #leshy x reader #grimora x reader #p03 x reader #magnificus x reader #asks #healer elowen #this was four pages long good lord-/lh

[metacrisisdoctor]

there is so much misunderstanding about ten's "does it need saying?" that it makes me wanna rip my hair out. he isn't "too much of a coward to say it", he doesn't want to say it any less than tentoo does. the entire point of that moment is that rose knows the doctor loves her, she knows what the end of that sentence was. he doesn't say it because he is not human and he can never give rose the life and love she deserves - he cannot give her what he wants to give her and what his other self can. and in that moment we see her finally realizing that.

he can never devote his life to her the way she can hers, so even if tentoo never had existed and if she had come back to the tardis with him, their relationship would not be the same because they've said the quiet thing out loud and rose is older, more mature and more independent. she wants things she could have pushed away at age 20, but now she wants the words said out loud, she wants to be with him forever but she is also realizing that he will never let her all the way in because their forevers do not align and losing her would kill him.

you have to understand that at the core of ten's character is a love for rose. that is what he is made of- literally. he was born from love for her and love for the human race and this is his downfall ultimately. ten doesn't keep rose at a distance because he doesn't love her, it's because he loves her SO MUCH that he feels as if he has found what he has searched for and his journey is essentially finished with her. ten doesn't want to regenerate because his story wants to end with hers because he wants to grow old, to be with his new family and then just die. that's the plain truth of it. but he cannot do that. he knows he can't so he holds her at a distance because if he lets her in he would've done that anyway, and then he wouldn't have been the doctor anymore because his life has become about her instead of keeping his promise of helping to the best of his ability.

ten holds rose afar because if he hadn't there would be no doctors after him, because she had the power to unravel him entirely- and because of how badly he wants that. this is what's crushing about timelord ten: he would've gone mad if he had let her in and lost her, and he goes mad when he doesn't and loses her.

but when you keep this all in mind and remember tentoo is also ten, as in, the last thing he remembers is running to her on that deserted street- his quick acceptance of being "banished" and offer to grow old with her makes complete sense. he's the same man who has felt all of these things in the past three seasons, but he can now TAKE them because everything that stopped him before doesn't exist anymore.

it's really just the same man with two timelines, a kind one and a cruel one. but they're both real and true!

and so ten doesn't say it because he knows that tentoo is the best option for her and her happiness but ALSO because they were never going to be happy and together for the rest of her life anyway because if they were it would've meant distraction- think of how twelve becomes for clara but worse! and even clara who DOES become immortal can't stay with him forever because the narrrative needs for the doctor to be in pain in order to keep being fulfilling his duty to the universe.

the doctor is simply not allowed to be happy because then the story ends, (journey's end in lovers meeting) but this story doesn't end. he is doomed by the narrative and he knows it, which people can't grasp.

but what tentoo serves is to show us that ten was so tied to rose and to humanity that in one timeline, one life, his story ends with her like he wanted it to. and this is why ten feels like regeneration is dying. and it's why he doesn't want to go and why he has to. it's why eleven is so alien and so different and why he's so shocked he survived regeneration. because ten had to "die" in order for the doctor to keep going.

of course every doctor after ten is still the doctor, but the tenth doctor died in a way in a way other doctors did not. because he belongs in pete's world with rose and that's his real ending. there cannot be two versions of ten, but one had to be human in the end and he is.

that's why he can't say it!!!!

because he knows he will regenerate and tentoorose is not only the best thing for rose, but a literal gift to himself as well.

and i'm him. and i'm him.

#rambles #who even knows what i'm saying

[veryace-ficrecs]

LawSan Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

kiss it better by adietxt - Rated G

When Sanji comes to, there's a bite of pain down his lower back, not far away from the scar he got from the avalanche in Drum Island. It's dulled, he slowly realizes, a hazy throb at most at the back of his mind, and he blinks, trying to clear his persistently blurry vision. It doesn't work. He blinks again and starts getting annoyed when his senses don't work as well as they expect him to, but just as he struggles to sit up, there's a hand on his unhurt shoulder, gently pushing him back into the bed. There's a low murmur near his ear, calming, and Sanji relaxes. He would recognize Law's voice anywhere.

"You're a Damn Fool" by Elillierose - Rated T

After a sudden storm while leaving Punk Hazard, Law goes overboard. Without thinking, Sanji dives in to save him. However, the fluctuations in the water's temperature worsens a condition he'd been trying to cover up. Ridden with guilt, Law does all he can to make sure he recovers.

Come Back [Be Here] by curlystrawhat - Rated G

“There was no ID on the scene?” asked Shachi, another one of his friends, everyone oblivious to Law’s inner tumulte “Is there any way to find out who he is?” he asks “My boyfriend” Law talks, automatically, lifeless even, he can’t breathe Everyone around who heard it whip their heads to stare at the doctor in shock, Law can’t blame them, he never talks about his personal life here. “What?” Shachi asked, stunned “Law, what’s his name?” Law feels his chest constrict, the air getting thinner “S-Sanji” he wheezes “Oh God, Sanji” he’s starting to hyperventilate, he can’t do this, he can’t Or Law was working a normal night shift on the ER, when the ambulance comes with a victim of a violent attack, turns out, the victim is his boyfriend. What the hell is happening?

easy as breathing by dollcewrites - Rated T

Drowning was the most pleasant thing Law had ever done.

Don't Leave Yourself In The Dark by amberlazuli - Rated M

Law might be a doctor, but he’s not accustomed to playing nursemaid. However, in this case, he can’t even say that he minds all that much.

Lucid Dreams by avoidingavoidance - Rated E

On the way to Dressrosa, Law has to find some way to keep himself sane. Unfortunately, the safe haven he finds comes with some unexpected side effects.

Little pleasures by robinelli - Rated E

All the ways Sanji can be happily bisexual and in bed with Law.

The crew finds out and Zoro is strangely annoyed.

An anthology.

Crush by Alexis_C - Rated T

The Strawhat Pirates have a crush on one Trafalgar Law.

go ahead, cut deep by revolvermonkcelot - Rated M

[Sanji understands then that he is a toy. A fun little distraction Law gets to trot out when his existential terror or crushing loneliness or just plain fucking boredom threatens to overwhelm him. Animals like him don’t understand kindness, he thinks, biting down on his own irritation; they catch a glimpse of underbelly and think it an invitation to feast. And he’d be far more fucking angry about it were it not for the wounded stink rolling off Law in waves; sick-sweet, like an old injury left to fester. A thick and cloying fear. What is Dressrosa to you? Sanji asks. He half expects Law to withdraw; to stalk away, affronted by his boldness, but he just pauses for a long moment. Lets out a long, uneven breath, lips curled in a bitter facsimile of a smile. Hand loose at Sanji’s throat. The end, probably, he says.] or: Sanji gets an earring

Bedside Manner by tulikettu (mamonaku) - Rated M

a severe injury forces Sanji to recuperate on the Polar Tang. Fortunately, Law is on hand to oversee his physical therapy.

Quiet Before the Storm by AnonymousKitten - Rated G

Law falls asleep on the Sunny's deck. Sanji has a crisis

Summer Island's heat by Mukashii - Rated E

The Mugiwara have been sailing in the heat for some time and finally reach a summer island where the crew's cook will meet the captain of the Heart by chance. The temperature will rise a notch when Law decides to get closer to him during their stay.

It Doesn't Matter by Roselle_Storm - Rated G

“It doesn’t matter.”

Sanji felt his heart jump at those words but forced himself to focus on the rest. It’s impossible that Law is his soulmate. They have crossed paths plenty of times before. Those can’t possibly be Law’s first words to him.

Forever by Roselle_Storm - Rated G

Sanji has a nightmare and Law comforts him

#veryace recs #one piece #black leg sanji #trafalgar law #strawhat pirates #straw hat crew #one piece fanfiction #lawsan #one piece lawsan #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3 #one piece fic recs