#cabinet. anyway. i don't think there's much i can do about that other than feel guilty for getting him invested in me when i shouldn't

[cybrsan]

Party of Three | C.S, J.WY

AO3 Link | Masterlist

Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader x Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Hidden feelings, threesome, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning(s): Alcohol & drug use, sex under the influence 

A/N: This fic is the most well-liked among readers on my AO3. The writing may not be up to my current standard as I first posted this in 2019, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! 

Everyone is already stoned by the time you show up at San and Seonghwa's apartment. The former is the one to open the door, greeting you with red eyes and a lazy smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Before you can respond, you're slammed with the familiar smell of weed that wafts out into the hallway after him. Greedy to get started, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek and push past him into the kitchen, avoiding his grabby hands with skilled ease.

You throw your bag down onto the counter and then make a beeline for the fridge, desperate for some sort of alcohol after the stressful week of final exams you've just gone through. Grabbing a beer, you sit on one of the kitchen stools and give the room a once over.

Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho are sat on the floor playing Mario Kart as Mingi sits behind them on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest. It seems like he's pretending to be some sort of referee based on how every once in a while he shouts random things like, "Oh, come on, Yunho! Don't you know how to drift?!" You smile at his antics—you've missed this.

Meanwhile, the other couple of the group is squished into one armchair, Hongjoong's legs draped over Seonghwa's lap. Hongjoong's eyes flutter open and closed and Seonghwa chuckles, lovingly watching his boyfriend struggle to stay awake. As always, a stoned Hongjoong is a sleepy Hongjoong.

You go to turn back to San—thinking that you've seen everyone—when a silhouette on the balcony catches your eye. You’re overtaken with surprise when you recognize it to be Wooyoung, taking a hit from San's prized glass pipe. He hadn’t come to one of these get-togethers in a while, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, now that you think about it, he hadn’t been here that much even when they were still dating.

He spots you and he smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons from pure happiness. After shoving the pipe into Seonghwa's waiting hands, he jogs over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You laugh and give him a hug, ecstatic that he seems like the Wooyoung you used to know. He was always touchy when stoned, but he had been holding himself back because his ex didn’t like him showing affection to anyone other than her.

“Thank god that bitch is gone,” you say, squeezing him one last time before letting go. “I missed this Wooyoung, the real Wooyoung.” You pause before adding, “My best friend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung runs a hand through his black hair, laughing. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad to be back.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mingi shouts from his place on the couch.

Of course, Wooyoung agrees instantly. You roll your eyes; he’s a fiend when it comes to alcohol of any kind. “Hell yeah! Let’s do shots.”

Wooyoung jogs over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of vodka. You shiver involuntarily; you and Smirnoff have a dark history. As he begins to pour the gasoline into shot glasses, he shoots you a questioning look.

You shake your head. "No. Hell no. No shots for me."

Despite your greatest efforts at resisting, Wooyoung's puppy eyes and Mingi's pouting (those two are unstoppable when they team up) manages to convince you and, half an hour later, you're three shots in. Yunho tries to pass you another one and you grimace, slapping his hand away. He looks offended and cradles the shot to his chest as if it spilling would have been the greatest tragedy of the modern age.

"We don't waste alcohol in this household, Y/N," he explains.

You can't help but roll your eyes. "Right, of course. Anyway," you look to where San is, leaning on the railing of the balcony with his pipe in hand, "I'm gonna go join my boyfriend and get stoned. Alcohol tastes like shit, I can only handle so much."

You practically skip to the balcony, excited to spend some one-on-one time with your boyfriend. It's been nice hanging out with the whole group but all you want right now is to be in San's arms. So, you decide to do exactly that. You bend down slightly and crawl right in between them, letting yourself be caged between his body and the railing. He doesn't get surprised and you let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he's been smoking for a few hours already. You're positive that if he was more sober he would've flinched and the glass pipe would have fallen out of his hand and down twenty-five feet onto the concrete below.

He smiles when he sees you, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his oh-so-precious dimples making an appearance. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss. Smoke fills your mouth and your eyes widen in surprise; you didn't notice him take a hit. He pulls away and you exhale, letting the smoke evaporate into the night air. You cough slightly and he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Sorry, angel. I couldn't help myself."

The pet name makes you clench your thighs and San notices, eyes darkening. He knows exactly what the effect is of him saying that and you know he did it on purpose.

Fighting away the blush attempting its way onto your cheeks, you take the pipe from his hand, inhaling. You let the smoke enter your lungs, relishing in the familiar burning feeling. On your exhale, you say, "It's fine, just warn me next time."

Just as you take another hit, Seonghwa peeks his head out past the balcony door. "Hey, Joong and I are tapping out for the night."

San raises an eyebrow. "You mean he's still conscious?"

Chuckling, Seonghwa responds, "Let me rephrase. Hongjoong has passed the fuck out, so I'm taking him to my room to lay him down."

"Typical Joong," you say with a laugh. "He's fun for the first hour or so, and then he just gets tired." You always get stuck looking after a hungover Hongjoong while Seonghwa goes to work and you have a feeling tomorrow morning won't be any different.

Seonghwa nods, agreeing. With a half-wave, he turns to go back inside but suddenly stops, casting you and San one last look. "Oh, also—if you guys are gonna fuck tonight, can you try to be quiet? I have work tomorrow and wanna get a few hours of sleep in so my hangover doesn’t completely decimate me."

You blush and bury your face in San's chest, embarrassed. "Hwa! Can you not?"

Normally, San would be just as embarrassed as you, but not tonight. Without batting an eye, he says, "Alright, we'll try."

You pull back from him and gently swat on his arm. "San!"

He looks at you curiously. "What?" He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you taught against him and leans down to press his forehead against yours. "You want me to lie and tell him that I'm not planning to make a mess of you ton—"

"On that note, I'll take my leave," Seonghwa interrupts, disappearing back into the apartment.

"Oh my god." You pat your cheeks, forcing your blush to die down. "I always forget how much... bolder you get when you're high."

San leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck. The gesture sends an electric shock throughout the rest of your body, causing your hair to practically stand on end. "Don't pretend you don't love it," he whispers, the heat from his breath ghosting against your skin.

"I don't—"

He cuts you off by taking your chin in between two of his slender fingers and forcing you to look up at him. "No lying, angel."

As if on autopilot, you respond, "Okay, Sir."

The second you close your mouth, you know that you've just set something in motion. You can see the change in San happen, something inside of him switching into gear. He's always had two sides to him—your soft, romantic boyfriend and then the rougher, more possessive side of him that comes out when you call him by that name.

Placing the pipe down on a table, he grabs you by your wrist and drags you inside past all the stragglers left in the living area. Yunho wolf whistles and Mingi and Jongho laugh quietly amongst themselves. Wooyoung, on the other hand, watches the two of you with an expression you can’t quite place.

"You two have fun now," Mingi jokes. Then, addressing the others, says, "Time for us to leave unless you wanna hear them going at it."

Leaving them to their own devices, San brings you to his bedroom. The second the door closes he has you pressed against it, capturing your lips with his own. You press yourself into him, letting out a content hum against his mouth. In this position he towers over you, his frame completely enveloping your own. You don't feel nervous or scared, though; in fact, it turns you on.

You hook your fingers under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against your palms. He helps you out, pulling away from you for just a moment to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere across the room. His lips are back on yours within the next second, as if your mouth is a magnet for his own. You run your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tensing under his skin. Just having his skin bared to you is already enough to get you moaning; you need more of him and you need it now.

You pull away from his lips to get some air. In between gasps, you manage to say, "Bed, now."

Your wish is his command. He lifts you up, biceps bulging, and gently places you on the bed. He hovers over top of you, messily leaving open kisses against your skin. You moan, giving into the sensation. It's been so long since you've had him like this and the buzz from the drugs is only making everything so much better.

"Wait." San raises an eyebrow as you crawl out from underneath him, hopping over to his desk. You open the top drawer and rummage around until you find exactly what you're looking for—a freshly made blunt. Picking that up and a lighter, you turn back to your boyfriend with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He smirks, leaning against the pillows. "I like the way you think."

Strolling back over to him, you get on the bed and throw one leg over his lap, straddling it. You give him the blunt and the lighter and, as he ignites it, you take off your shirt to give him a good view of your breasts. You hadn't worn a bra today, knowing that he loves when you don't. He almost chokes on the smoke as his eyes drink in your form, so greedy for a taste.

San's about to take another hit when the door to his bedroom opens. You cover yourself, panicking until you see exactly who's standing there—Wooyoung.

"Woo...?" You murmur, the syllable dropping off into a question.

He closes the door behind him and steps into the room. "Can I... Let me join you."

San chuckles. "I knew this would happen eventually."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Woo has always had a thing for you. He told me a while ago. It's part of the reason he broke up with his ex, besides the fact that she was also a major bitch."

"Is that true, Wooyoung? Do you like me?" you ask, uncovering your breasts. His eyes instantly fall to them and he gulps.

"Yes."

You're sure that his honesty and what you do next is partly because of the drugs and alcohol swimming in your system.

"Alright. Join us."

Wooyoung moves forward, shedding his shirt as he does so, before crawling onto the bed next to you. He takes the blunt San holds out for him, plump lips forming a delectable "o" as he inhales. You watch him with hooded eyes, imaging those lips leaving a trail of blooming marks down your body, between your legs... You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of this prior to tonight. You lean forward and kiss him and, for the second time that night, smoke transfers into your mouth from another's. This time, however, you're more than ready for it. You close your eyes in ecstasy, french inhaling as you slowly rock your hips against San's crotch, relishing in the groan he releases. You can feel him hardening through his jeans and you instinctively clench, already so desperate to have him—someone—inside of you.

Letting the blunt hang haphazardly out of his lips, Wooyoung grabs your waist and helps you move against San who occasionally lifts his hips, adding to the delectable friction that's making you whine.

Smoke starts to fill the room, making everything hazy. With every inhale, the smell of it invades your senses. You love it more than anything—it makes you feel like you’re floating. You reach over and pluck the blunt from Wooyoung's lips, taking another hit. Leaning down, you kiss San this time, biting his lip. Once he gives you access, you push the smoke into his mouth with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting the smoke evaporate into the air. “It’s so much hotter when you do it to me.”

Placing the blunt into San's mouth, you reach down and unbutton your pants, managing to slip them off of your legs without even having to get off of him. With one less layer of clothing separating you, the friction of his tented jeans rubbing against your core is that much stronger. You throw your head back, sporadically rubbing yourself against him.

He reaches up and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing your nipple in between his fingers. “My angel is needy, huh?” he murmurs, smoke coming out of his mouth along with the words. You whine, nodding. “Alright then. Let me take care of you.” As an afterthought, he looks to Wooyoung who is currently palming himself through his jeans. "Actually, why don't we have Woo do it? I'm sure he's been dreaming about how you taste."

Before you can blink, San places the blunt in the ashtray on the side of his bed and flips you around so that your back is pulled taut against his chest. He nods at Wooyoung who gulps, moving forward and lowering down so that he's lying on the bed between your legs. You're certain that, at this point, your arousal has begun to leak through the fabric of your panties and the way his dark eyes take in the sight makes you squirm in anticipation.

San laughs, placing a sweet kiss against your temple. "Be patient."

Wooyoung begins to lightly trace patterns on your stomach as San attaches his plush lips to your neck, licking and sucking at the skin. The sounds you’re making are absolutely lewd, yet barely anything has even been done to you. Wooyoung leaves a hickey above the lace trim of your panties before hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down, revealing your soaking cunt.

He kisses the inside of your thigh once, twice, before finally licking a strip up your core. Your entire body shudders and you arch your back instinctively. Your ass grinds against San's crotch and he groans, digging his fingers into your sides to keep you still. Your thighs close around Wooyoung's head yet he doesn't seem to have a care in the world, eating you out painfully slowly as if he is savoring every taste. You whine and squirm, fingers and toes searching for purchase within the sheets.

"Please, please, please," you gasp in between ragged breaths.

Wooyoung pauses, mouth hovering right above where you need him most. His breath is enough to make you clench, desperate for anything and everything.

"Please what, angel?" San asks. "Use your words."

"Please let me come."

Wooyoung kisses you right above your clit and you practically scream, tears welling up in your eyes. You're never like this, never this needy or this sensitive—it has to be the weed in your system. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

"Please who?" San's voice is deep, demanding.

Your voice is faint, barely a whisper. "Please, Sir."

He looks towards Wooyoung who is still hovering between your legs, lips glistening with your juices. "What do you think, Woo? Should we give her what she wants?"

Wooyoung pushes his hair back off of his forehead, sweat droplets falling onto the mattress below. "I know I'm more than willing to follow through."

San laughs, his chest reverberating against your back. "I'm sure you are. In that case, go for it; see if you can make her come as hard as I can."

Wooyoung takes on the challenge. His mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he adds a finger, plunging it into your dripping core, you scream his name.

"Fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your hand tangles in his dark hair and you can't help but pull, too lost in your own lust to hold onto any semblance of thought. Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind, though. If anything, it turns him on knowing that you're so far gone.

"Come on, baby," San whispers, hot breath dancing across your ear. "Come for us. Show me how good Wooyoung is making you feel."

Wooyoung adds a second finger and before you know it, you're seeing stars. A blinding wave of heat and pleasure overtakes you and you're shaking but, God, it feels so, so good. Wooyoung guides you through your orgasm with soft, gentle licks against your swollen pussy as San whispers words of praise against your skin. When you come back down from your high, you register the feeling of tears on your cheeks.

Wooyoung, finally satisfied, crawls up to lie beside you on the bed. He chuckles softly when he sees the state you're in and kisses away the wetness on your cheeks with a smile.

"It was so good that you cried, hm? You're so cute." Then, turning to San, he smirks. "You ever make her come like that?"

San rolls his eyes. "Of course I have. Don't get ahead of yourself."

At this point, you can barely find the strength to form a proper sentence but still, you grab onto one of San's biceps, fingernails digging into his tanned skin.

"Why don't you show him?"

San's eyes widen ever so slightly. "Are you sure you can handle it right now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, God yes."

San still looks hesitant so you take initiative, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to your own. You kiss him with everything you have, hoping it expresses your wanton need for him. Against his lips, you murmur, "I want you. I want you inside of me, please."

"Fuck, angel..." He groans and closes his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

After shimmying out of his pants and the boxers underneath, he reaches behind Wooyoung and searches around in the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom. He carefully rips it open and, after blowing into it, begins to roll it down his shaft. He moans at the friction and you frown, realizing how little attention you've given him. Shooing his hand away, you take over, rolling it all the way down to the base. He buries his face in your neck, groaning every time you move. You continue to stroke him, bringing your hand up to the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and moving back down. He doesn't let you continue your ministrations for long, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

"I'm close," he explains, sweat pooling at his brow, "And I would much rather be inside of you right now."

You smile and peck him on the lips. "Okay, I'm ready."

With your consent, he lifts you up and sits you on his cock, pushing past your walls. He stills with a gasp. "Fuck, you're so wet. Wooyoung did a good job of getting you ready for me, didn't he?" You nod and he begins to thrust, making you fall forward and lean against his chest for support. "You always take my cock so well, don't you? It's like you were made for me."

You let out a strangled moan, the praise combined with his actions sending shockwaves straight to your core. You came not so long ago and already you can feel your pleasure coiling once again. "Fuck, yes, I'm yours," you say.

Wooyoung, neglected, takes action and moves forward, tucking a finger under your chin and tilting your head, forcing you to look at him instead of San. "Y/N... kiss me."

You lean forward, stopping a breath away from his lips. "Sir," you whisper, "Can I?"

San shudders as you clench around his cock. "Go for it."

At his word, you capture Wooyoung's lips with your own. The first thing you notice is that you can still taste yourself on him; the second thing is how passionately he responds to you and how eagerly he returns your affection. He tangles his hand in your hair, tugging slightly on the strands. You moan at the sensation, nipping at his lips in the process.

San snaps his hips, slamming into you at a menacing pace that has your thighs shaking from the force of it. You gasp and, unable to keep kissing, grab at Wooyoung wherever you can, searching for support. Your hands find purchase on his biceps and you dig your nails into his skin, too lost in your pleasure to be gentle. However, Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind—in fact, the slight pain causes him to moan.

You can tell San is close by the way his breathing is getting heavier and his thrusts are getting sloppier. You clench around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning.

"Fuck, baby, oh my God—"

"Sir, I want to come with you," you whine, throwing the nickname in there because you know it will help bring him to the edge.

He kisses you and brings a hand to your clit, furiously rubbing it with the pads of his two fingers. "Okay," he pants, "Come with me, angel. Come with me."

The coil building in your abdomen comes undone once he snaps his hips at an angle that hits that one spot inside of you and you impulsively lean forward, biting onto Wooyoung's shoulder to muffle your loud moaning. The spasms of your walls against his cock have San following after you mere seconds later and he eases you off of him, letting you fall to your back against the mattress below.

San places a loving kiss against your temple and turns to Wooyoung, who at some point had taken off his own jeans, freeing his swollen cock. "Woo, come here," he commands, crooking his finger. You frown, realizing that Wooyoung has gone the longest without being touched; how unfair. You reach out a hand, willing to help relieve him, but San stops you. "No, you rest. I'll take care of him."

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriend goes slack-jawed and takes Wooyoung's leaking cock into his mouth, allowing the other boy to fuck his throat. He sucks him off with the ease of someone who has done it multiple times before, knowing when to move and when to still, when to use his tongue and when to not. Saliva begins to dribble out of the corners of his lips and his eyes tear, but you can tell he's eager to help Wooyoung reach his end what with the way his hands are supportively rubbing the other's thick thighs. If you weren't so exhausted, you think you might have come again just from the sight of it.

It doesn't take long for Wooyoung to come with how long he's been holding off and San takes all of it, swallowing and gently pulling off of him. Wooyoung collapses against the headboard, chest heaving. After catching his breath, he looks at you and smiles.

"Well... this was fun, huh?"

You can't help but laugh, so blown away by the turn this night has taken. "Fun is just one of the words I would use, I think."

Wooyoung reaches out, carefully pushing your hair off of your forehead and the loving action reminds you of a question you had wanted to ask earlier.

"Woo?"

"Hm?"

"How long have you wanted this?"

His ears turn red and you can tell that the question embarrasses him, but he answers anyway. "Since before you and Sannie started dating."

"Wait... back in high school?" He nods. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared," he admits. "You and I had—have—been best friends for so long and I didn't wanna risk ruining that by acting on my feelings. Then I introduced you to Sannie and, well... the rest is history." You punch him on the arm and he whines. "What was that for?!"

"You idiot! I liked you too."

"You... what?" His complexion pales as the information sinks in. "Fuck."

San, silent until now, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him, kissing your cheek. "Y/N... do you still like Woo?"

"I..." You pause, startled. "Is this a trick question?"

He laughs. "No, it's not. And there's no wrong answer. Just be honest with me, baby."

"M-maybe." Your voice is small, tentative; telling your boyfriend you have feelings for your mutual best friend isn't something you ever saw yourself doing.

"What if I said I did too?" San asks.

Your jaw drops and you search his face for any signs that he's joking, but he looks completely serious. "Really?"

San nods. He gestures for Wooyoung to come closer and he does, scooting forward so that he's sitting right next to you. He rests a hand on your bare thigh, gently caressing the skin there and calming your nerves.

"Yeah. I like both you and Wooyoung and you like both of us, right?" You nod. "What would you think about making this a normal thing?"

"Like... the three of us all being in a relationship?" you ask.

Wooyoung shrugs. "We don't have to have any sort of label. This is just something we can try out. If it doesn't work, that's okay too. I won't mind."

You take a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons. Then, you realize something. “Wait… Did you guys plan this whole thing out?” San and Wooyoung share a guilty look and you laugh, shaking your head exasperatedly. “God, what am I getting myself into?”

Wooyoung’s eyes light up. “So you’re willing to try?”

You nod. “Yeah, I am."

"Great!" San kisses your nose and gets up, discarding the used condom into the trash can underneath his desk. He slips on a pair of sweatpants and goes out the door to presumably get some things from the bathroom, but of course not before throwing the two of you a dimpled smile and assuring that he'll be right back.

He returns shortly, opening the door with one hand as he holds two washcloths and some lotion in the other. He closes it with his foot and practically jumps on the bed, eager to not keep you or Wooyoung waiting any longer. Gingerly, he wipes away with your sweat, starting with what's on your face and not stopping until you are fully refreshed. Then, as he hums under his breath, he squeezes some lotion onto his hands and begins to gently massage you, helping to loosen up any tension and soreness you might feel. He saves your abused core for last, making sure to be extra gentle.

You watch with a content smile as he smothers you in aftercare, letting yourself just sit back and soak in every second of it. You used to feel guilty when he did this, feeling bad you weren't doing anything in return, but he's assured you so many times that he enjoys it and wouldn't do it if he didn't want to that you can't help but just selfishly enjoy it now.

Not wanting Wooyoung to feel left out, he makes sure to give him the same routine. Wooyoung is hesitant at first like you used to be but, before long, he's practically purring. Once San is done, he slides into bed behind you and covers your scantily clad bodies with the previously discarded blanket. Instantly, you slide closer towards him so that your back is against his chest and he sighs contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Wooyoung turns to face you and San, forehead almost touching your own, and you kiss him, making him laugh.

"I can't believe this is real," he admits.

You smile. "Me neither. It's weird, but it's nice."

San hums in agreement, already drifting off.

"I love you," you say softly, chest aching with just how much you mean those words. "Both of you."

"I love you more," San responds. Just like always.

"I love you, too." The same words Wooyoung has always said, but now with a different meaning.

It's nice, you think, having two people to wish you goodnight.

The following morning, you're the one who wakes up first. Wooyoung is the first thing you see, mouth slightly parted and hair a complete mess. You smile, finding it endearing. San's grip around your waist is tight but you manage to slip out of his hold, getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. You open the door and quietly make your way to the kitchen, hoping that Seonghwa and Hongjoong are still asleep. You don't hear any commotion and you let out a relieved breath, glad that you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of facing anyone after—

"Good morning," Seonghwa says, peering up at you over the rim of his coffee mug. You freeze, watching as he takes a sip and then places it down on the counter in front of him.

"Oh, um, hey. Hope we didn't, uh..."

"Keep me up? No, not at all. Not like for a second I thought you were getting murdered from how loud you were screaming or anything like that."

Your entire body seems to burn from the force of your blush. "Fuck. Sorry, Hwa."

"Whatever, it's fine. But, I have to ask... Is that Wooyoung's shirt?"

Looking down, you see that you are most definitely wearing that shirt Wooyoung had on the night before. "Yeah, I... We, um..."

It's at this point that both Wooyoung and San emerge from the bedroom, San still clad only in his sweatpants and Wooyoung in a pair of boxers. San instantly puts his arm around your waist and lovingly pecks your cheek, and Wooyoung smacks your ass as he walks by to get to the coffee pot.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow as he watches the scene play out. "You know what? This weirdly makes a lot of sense." Getting up and putting his now empty coffee mug into the sink, he adds, "Anyway, I'm headed out. You three think you're up for another party tonight?"

Your mind travels back to last night and what incredible things the party led to so, without missing a beat, you respond, "Oh, God yes."

Seonghwa laughs. "Cool. See ya later, Y/N."

The door closes with a slam behind him and you hear a groan come from the hallway behind you. You take a look around the bend to see a very, very hungover looking Hongjoong hobbling his way out of Seonghwa's room. You smile and share a look with Wooyoung and San, shaking your head. Looks like your prediction was right—you're gonna be stuck taking care of him after all.

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Hello!

I'm new to all this, I just downloaded tumblr a week ago, but I spent my entire day reading most of your posts!

I absolutely adore your personification of Jason, and was thinking, could you maybe write a little teeth rotting fluff fic about reader having a migrane and Jason just caring for them.

I'm projecting here because I've been sick for a week and I'm just thinking of big Jason Todd walking up to me, putting his hands on my neck and telling me I have a fever, then giving me tea and cuddling with me because he's like a Teddy bear and I need him 🫠

(Also, could I maybe get an emoji)

Thx so much! You're so talented with writing!!!!

I know this is like months late but i dub thee 🪅 bc i thinks its cool!! Anyway, thank you for the love 🥰

You fell asleep early the night before. You mostly ignored Jason's looks of concern and "are you sure you're ok?"s. You were fine. Just tired.

Until you woke up.

You don't immediately open your eyes. Your eyes and throat somewhat burned. Unusual. And now that you think about it, the rest of your body feels like it's freezing. Your head feels like it's tumbling stones in a washing machine and that doesn't even make sense, but you want to cry.

You try to open your eyes but the light from the window forces you to immediately close them. You're so cold, but your arms are too heavy to move. Your headache is pounding and you're freezing and you're whole body aches and a million other things. Thinking about it doesn't help and you can't help the pitiful sound that escapes you. It sounds more like a cry than anything else. You feel something move and the bed next to you and it makes you dizzy. For a moment, you can't register anything other than your discomfort.

The next thing you know, Jason is leaning over you. His hand rubs gentle circles over the small of your back.

"Shh. You're ok. You're alright."

You don't know how you forgot that Jason was here. Your head is just so fuzzy and everything hurts. Another whine escapes and you almost shed a tear at the nausea.

His other hand comes up to sweep your hair to the side. He presses his lips to your forehead on a chaste kiss. "Sugar, you're burning up." His warmth leaves you as you hear him move around the apartment. He can't have been gone for more than a minute, but you swear the noise the opening and closing of the cabinets lasts for hours.

You feel his lovely warmth back at your side soon enough. A hand slips underneath you and you think he's just going to keep rubbing your back, but the other hand goes to your waist and together they push you up and you think you might die. "Sit up for me. C'mon. There you go." His hands steal their warmth back and you'd curse them if you could, but in the next second a pill is being pressed to your lips. "Take this for me." You don't even have it in you to think of protesting. You take the pill in your mouth and then he presses a cool bottle to your lips. "We have to wash it down." You try to bring your hand up to help him but you're too weak to hold the drink up alone. "I gotcha. There you go." He takes the drink back and you mourn its absence, but that doesn't last long before his arms draw you close to his body. Your head rests against his stomach as he asks "are you cold?"

You make a sound that is supposed to be affirmative and he curses.

"Shit. I told you you were getting sick." Its aimed more at himself than you and even if you did want to object, you couldn't get the words out. "Do you think you could keep down something down?" You shake your head no against his stomach. "Ok. Can I make you something just in case?"

"Don' leave."

He sighs and runs his fingers through your hair.

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd x reader fluff #red hood x reader fluff #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #fluff #🪅 anon

[fromabasementonthehilll]

My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.1)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: after finding the cabin, lottie ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎had begun acting weirder than usual.

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

Pt.2

a/n: thinking of making this into 2 or 3 parts?? this is more of a build up so I'm sorry if it's a bit slow!

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It had been a week, maybe more, after the crash. You counted the days - believing it wasn't long until you would all be found and saved. Everyone followed the same belief, but it slowly began to lose its appeal as the days got longer and there was no promise of rescue, and you had lost track anyway.

Misty had treated you alongside everyone else, she wrapped your gashed shoulder up with a bandage out of some emergency aid kit in the planes cabinet, which you had been unwrapping everyday to keep clean. It was fine at first, but the shortages of antibiotics and extra bandages had it healing much slower than it should've, it hurt like a bitch and you were putting up the best 'tough' act you could to avoid adding anymore stress to the situation.

You sat outside of the cabin on a broken log, setting up fire to cook dinner, faintly smelling the herbs in the air that Mari managed to find whilst the others were either doing laundry or getting water from the nearby lake. Lottie hadn't been doing much, though. Her mind was in a different place ever since the crash, you noticed as she began to act differently recently, but you thought nothing of it - everyone else had been stressed, unorganised and tired, so why would it be out of the ordinary for Lottie to feel the same?

You and Lottie began dating a month before the flight, she had confessed to you one day after practice - you watched panic on her face as she barely managed to get her words out, before you laughed in reassurance and told her you felt the same way. Neither of you had told anyone about your relationship and wanted to keep it that way - it wouldn't benefit you or her.

"Hey, you okay?" she came up to you, sitting on the log opposite of the one you sat on, her expression ardent each time she saw you.

"Yeah, is Shauna done with the meat yet?" You asked, feeling hunger eat away at your stomach. "No I don't think so, she's trying to get Jackie to do something," she explained, "I'm sure she'll be done by the time you set up the fire, though." you nodded, giving up on rubbing sticks for the time being. "You look real good for someone who's stranded in the wilderness, y'know" she laughed, watching you trying to rub off the ash from last nights fire, "Shut up, Lottie" you teased with the same toothy smile she loved.

It took you a while to get used to the new situation, though more often than not you were helping around with things. In around 5th grade your parents thought it was a good idea to get you into girl scouts, you partially hated them for it - the uniform sucked and you'd always be covered in dirt. You had been mentally reciting the folklore stories told by the counsellors; as the wilderness caved in some of your old memories, often wondering if they had any truth to them. You stayed there until you turned 14, learning a bunch of survival skills that you brushed off as stupid, it was ironic how useful they were now.

"Lot, how are you?" You hadn't asked that in ages, too preoccupied with surviving, just as everyone else had been. Lottie's breath hitched, knowing she wasn't fine at all, considering her meds ran out. "I'm fine, I just missed you (y/n)." She smiled sheepishly, suppressing the doubt she had in her own words. She truly did miss you, the distance that brewed between you two wasn't as bad as it could've been, but she needed you the most right now.

You could sense her unease, standing up to sit next to her, "You can talk to me, you know that right?" You moved your hand towards hers, smiling warmly as you looked at each other. her eyes were filled with anguish, her jaw clenching before she spoke,

"Promise you won't think I'm weird?"

"I promise."

You leaned towards her, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear before letting loose of her worry, "I've had these strange visions," Her gaze was diverted to the floor, "and I've been hearing things." she shook her head in disbelief, almost shocked; confused. "What kind of visions?" You kept your eyes on her, not thinking any less of her. "I don't know, it's like I can see what happens before it happens." She gave you a sorry look, you opened your mouth to speak before being interrupted by Shauna, "Here." Jackie stood behind her as Shauna handed you the meat, looking at it in complete disgust.

Lottie wasn't given the opportunity to offer you an explanation, but it made sense to you, considering her strange act for the past week.

-

The night grew colder than the last, you had been sleeping in the attic with lottie for the past few days to prove it wasn't haunted, and you struggled to keep heat upstairs. "Just sleep here, near the fire." Shauna stated after you had tried to haggle for more blankets, you refused, though, wanting to spend more time with Lottie and keep an eye on her after she had opened up to you. "well feel free to come downstairs, there's always room." she finished, laying down the pillows.

You climbed the ladder to see lottie already there, facing the window - illuminated by the moon and stars. sitting behind her, you spoke, "Another vision?" It was a couple days after she had spoken to you about them, and she told you what she could. They weren't too frequent, but when they happened you'd stay close to her.

"I heard a baby crying this time, it went on and off for a while, but I cant figure it out." Her words were cold and hurt. You were the only one who knew about her newfound state, since you swore not to tell anybody to avoid Lottie seeming crazy to the others, and that's why you tried your best to understand, to help her. but often your help was useless, you figured it might've just been a trauma response to the crash, and you stuck around. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind, bringing your body close to hers and resting your head on the back of her neck.

"Things'll gonna be okay, Lottie." Your voice was warming, bringing slight comfort to her discomfort.

You two sat there for a while, your eyes resting as she gazed at the night sky, before she turned to face you. "What if they won't be?" She bit her lip, making constant eye contact with you. She'd wear your jewellery often, you assumed it just got lost in the crash until you noticed, but she just wanted you close to her when you weren't around, and talking to each other for more than a minute was rare lately, so she had resorted to constant distress and longing.

She couldn't risk hurting you as a result of her own disturbance, just like she had before, and she subconsciously needed your reassurance that things wouldn't go that way.

"Why would you think that?" You shook your head, seeing Lottie avert her gaze to your shoulder, "Because things haven't been in our favour for a while." Her feelings were daunting to figure out, you looked up at her with sad yet hopeful eyes. "Stressing about it isn't gonna make it any better, Lot." You chuckled lightly, sensing tension brewing and wanting to avoid her mind going back into the dark place it would often wander to. She smiled in return, her eyes softening at your remark. "Hey do you remember when we would go on those road trips? you'd be so tired driving, I'd have to remind you not to crash into a tree" Lottie spoke, you saw her jaw soften and heard her laugh filling the wooden room, "And you would play shitty music just to rile me up," You added, "What?? I played it because I liked those songs (y/n), don't judge me,"

You two would often drive to seattle in your old beaten up sedan to visit your family, though you'd always make sure to turn it into a full blown camping roadtrip each time - since Washington was on the complete opposite side of New Jersey.

"You think we can go again after we're back home?" It didn't even cross your mind that Lottie thought there was chance of rescue, you were taken aback for a moment. When Lottie was with you something would alter inside of her, as if everything negative she ever believed had dissipated, you gave her hope.

"We'll go wherever you want."

She smiled a moment before her eyes looked up to yours and then down to your lips - then back to your eyes again, she kissed you and you could've sworn you felt religion in her lips; how they caressed yours with trails of grace.

-

"Are you fucking kidding me lottie?? what's gotten into you?" A riled up voice spat under lottie who had just stood there. "Nat, calm down." Shauna intervened, you walked out of the cabin, rubbing your puffy eyes as they adjusted to the light, woken by the voices after the best sleep you'd had in a while. "What's going on?" You looked towards Nat and Lottie.

"Lottie's acting like she's in The Craft or something, sort her out before she casts a spell on one of us." Natalie faced you with annoyance, your bottom lip slightly hung out - still half asleep. Everyone knew something was up with Lottie after she bashed her head into the window, it wasn't that much of a secret after all. Most were worried and you could tell, and so Natalie's reaction had you confused, you looked around to see everyone waiting for your response.

"She's been through a lot, like the rest of us. just leave her alone, Nat." You sighed, everyone went back inside - Natalie flailing her arms as you gestured for Lottie to follow you somewhere deeper into the forest. "What happened? are you okay?" You stopped amongst the woods, "Yeah, fine." she looked distressed and distant, crossing her arms, "Just ignore her, she didn't mean it," Lottie cut you off as her rushing thoughts came out,

"But what if she's right? what if I really am going crazy?"

"You're not crazy Lottie, you're just as fucked as the rest of us, nothing more." Your reassurance seemed to get through to her, your words meant the world to her and you knew it.

"You don't think there's something wrong with me?" Her face was almost pale, skin rough and almost loving eyes.

"Oh my god, of course not," you faltered into a feathery smile, "You're perfect, Lottie." You watched as her face began to regain her warm colour, softening at your words. Sometimes it felt like the world stopped around you when you were near her, you would've done anything - just to see her okay again, and she would've done anything to see you carefree and happy, just like you used to be.

She looked to the ground, laughing in relief while small tears left her eyes. "And I'm the sappy one?"

"Yeah okay, I'm not the one who wrote a love letter as an apology," She slapped your shoulder and you kept giggling like a maniac, before you were stopped dead in your tracks by Misty carrying an empty water bucket, "Are you two planning on helping?" One hand on her hip and the other holding out the bucket, "It's unfair to think you're exempt from helping when we should all be-"

"Jeez okay we'll fill it up." Lottie suppressed her laughter the best she could, running to take the bucket from an impatient Misty.

After getting back to the cabin, you settled on the living room floor with a blanket and a book. You never read books much before, however somehow it had become a routine by now.

"What're you reading?" Lottie asked, sliding down next to you.

"To the Lighthouse, Virgina Woolf. I found it in one of the drawers in the attic."

"Any good?" You never took Lottie as a reader, her interests only really came to surface when you would talk about yours, "I'll finish it and let you know." You looked at her with a smile, closing the book and resting it to the side for the time being.

-

Your mouth was filled with sickening sweetness as you chewed on the last of your food, which just happened to be the gummies your mom packed you 'for the road'.

There was no food left, and your hunger began to yearn for something else - someone else.

And her winter was cursed with your bewitchment,

the loving haze which she had caused upon you herself.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets oneshot

[wesawbears]

Sunshine Court broke something in my brain, so here's some protective Jean because my boy is not gonna tolerate whatever is going on with Jeremy's family.

Tagging @bienmoreau @faintlyglow and @betterbekind

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Jeremy's hands shake as he's getting ready for dinner with his family.

Jean doesn't mean to notice, perched as he is on the bed, watching the other man straightening his shirt in front of the dresser. Jeremy's very good at hiding it, with his easy smiles and easier deflections. By now, he knows it's an open secret that Jeremy avoids his family as best he can, and that Cat and Laila allow him his choice.

But Jean has spent his whole life reading into the slant of someone's posture to survive, and he knows the tremor in Jeremy's hands as if it was his own.

“You're afraid,” he says, the words arriving unbidden. But it's such a shock to see him like this– the man who stood in front of Jean at the darkest points of his life and refused to look away, cowed by the people who were supposed to love him. 

This was Jean's friend, his partner, and he was feeling unsafe.

Jeremy jumps at the sound, either lost in his own thoughts or used to the quietness of Jean for the last few minutes. “What?”

Jean weighs what he wants to say. He knows he's had his fair share of truths he's asked to keep to himself, and that Jeremy has never pushed when it mattered. But he also thinks about “for now”, and how hard truths can only be avoided for so long. “Is it your parents?”

Jeremy's eyes widen, a nervous fidget in the set of his hands. If he wants to lie, Jean's already decided to allow it. But Jeremy finally says a quiet, “Yes and no.”

Jean nods. “Do they- are you safe?” He doesn't think he's seen bruises, and he remembers the horror in Jeremy's voice as he told Jean that his parents should have protected him. But maybe he was projecting?

Jeremy's shoulders deflate. “Jean, no. It's nothing like that. I promise, they've never laid a hand on me.” He smiles, a crooked thing that has Jean following the curve of his lips. 

Still, Jean knows the way he's curled into himself, the way he's glancing at his phone as though it's about to jump at him. “But it's something.”

“It's just dinner. I can handle it. I know how to play the game and get out of there.” It's a perfectly neutral answer, but it's also more than he's said in months about what waits for him when he disappears to his family's home. Despite his living there most of the year, Jean refuses to call it Jeremy's home. His home is here, cleaning up with Laila and arguing with Cat, and where Jean can see him when his nightmares rattle him awake to count the rise and fall of Jeremy's breath from the next bed over.

“Do you want company?” It's a strange request, and Jean knows it as he says it. Jean still hates being around people, and speaking to a bunch of strangers even Jeremy is nervous around makes his stomach swim. But this is his partner, and if he needs him, he can be there for him. It is only fair.

Jeremy's face becomes unbearably gentle and Jean isn't ready to read into the fondness he sees there. “I will be okay. Like I said, I know how to do this.”

One part of Jean knows he should leave it at that. But the other part has cataloged the heaviness in Jeremy's countenance when he returns home– the rehearsed smile, the way he goes to bed early. The part that wins says, “I will walk home with you. When dinner is over.”

“You don't have to do that-”

“I want to,” he says, and he finds that he means it. The idea of Jeremy walking home by himself after spending an hour alone in a room of people is too much to bear. “Text me the address and I will be there.” He wanted to visit the grocery store anyway– he could do that while he waited. Cat would be happy to see the spice cabinet restocked.

“Alright,” Jeremy says, swallowing whatever protest sat on his lips. “Yeah, I'll- I'll text you.”

Jean nods, letting the matter drop while Jeremy finishes getting ready in amicable silence. When he leaves, it's with a nod that Jean recognizes, of someone who is resigning themselves to the inevitable. 

He doesn't know how to keep him from hurting, but he is at least well versed in the aftermath.

–

Jean arrives at the intended address at the appointed time, not wanting to be there too early and seem suspicious. Jeremy is not forthcoming about his familial circumstances, but he knows there is money involved, and in Jean's experience, outsiders were not tolerated. 

True to his word, Jeremy emerges after only a minute or two and his face lights up in a way that makes Jean's stomach twist when he spots him. He hurries toward Jean, and immediately begins walking once they reach each other.

It's easy to keep pace with him, but as Jeremy is about to breach the silence, a voice behind them brings him up short. 

“I thought you knew better than to bring people like that to the house?”

Jean bristles at the implication, but he's more concerned with the way Jeremy stills at his side. When Jeremy doesn't reply, Jean tries to ignore it as well and continue forward, but the voice continues.

“Flaunting it in front of us like you don't even care what you did to the family? You deserve whatever happens, you-”

“You will not speak to him that way.”

Jeremy draws back in surprise, but Jean keeps his expression cool as he turns to face Jeremy's brother.

“What did you say to me?”

Jean glances at Jeremy, sure he's crossing a line but unable to stop himself. “I said, you will not speak to him like that.”

A snort. “He's my brother. I can say whatever I like. Besides, how exactly are you going to stop me?”

“Jean,” Jeremy's voice is small beside him and Jean does not rise to the bait. 

He fixes the unfamiliar man with a cool glance. “Nothing. I know a great deal of small men exactly like you, and they always seem to get what they deserve in the end. I do not need to do anything to stop you. But no one has to listen to you either.”

With one last flat look, he walks, Jeremy matching his purposeful strides. As the silence grew longer between them, Jean wonders if he read this wrong, if Jeremy had not wanted him to say anything. Had he crossed a line? Had he made Jeremy feel unsafe?

“Thank you.”

Jean turns to look at him in surprise. “I did not mean to force you to face them before you were ready-”

“I'm not ready,” Jeremy admits. “And yeah, things will probably be pretty tense next time.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But- it means something to me that you were there. I– it made it easier, knowing you were there.”

Jean nods slowly, not trusting himself to be able to say anything. He had said it not because of anything owed between them, but because he could not bear to see Jeremy's light dimmed by those who were supposed to cherish him.

At last, he finds his voice to say, “I will not let you leave me behind.”

The smile Jeremy sends is a little tired, but it's also slow and soft and the first real one he's seen all night, so Jean counts it as a win.

Rainbows. Open roads. Friends. Jeremy's smile.

#tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #jerejean #jeremy knox #jean moreau

[dameronology]

Pls feel free to ignore but can I get some soft protective Obi-Wan? I’m going through it at the moment ❤️❤️😍 So happy to see you emerge!

i am so happy to be back! i hope you feel better soon <3

obi-wan is very understanding that you can look out for yourself and that you don't need his protection, but the minute he thinks you're going to be hurt, he's there no questions asked.

maybe you're in battle together, or you've just come back and you're injured; the poor man is trying to walk the line between showing you he cares and not outing your relationship to the council

so really, his main thing is getting you somewhere private. obi-wan is a strangely good liar, and he's pulling you away from the nurse droids, murmuring something about a fear of medical spaces and really, it would be better if i treated them so we can have a mission debrief

it works. probably because they're droids and they're not programmed to argue about these things. also, why he is panicking about outing your relationship to droids, who are also not programmed to give a fuck about that probably? just realised that as i'm typing. but it seems like the kind of silly thing that would r/whoosh over obi's head so. i'm going to keep it.

anyways, he has you on his bed in seconds, hands roaming all over your arms, whispers of i'm so glad you're okay and where does it hurt? and tell me what you need, my love.

it takes you a second to get your brain in order, mostly because you're probably concussed and the room is spinning, but it's something he deduces quickly.

after babysitting anakin for years, his medicine cabinet is actually better equipped than the jedi infirmary so whatever injury you have, he's got something to help it.

you don't say much whilst he's bandaging you up - you just let him do his work. more for his sake than for yours, because you don't care if you're a bit dizzy for a few days or that your bruises might linger, but he definitely does.

once you're a bit more with it, that's when obi becomes especially affectionate. he just sorta lays there with you, arms around you and holding you to his chest.

that's when you both calm down, just listening to each other's heartbeats and taking comfort in the fact that once again, you made it home safe, and you're both alive and well. alive and mostly well, in your case.

of course, there's a lecture about safety in the morning

but you've come to enjoy those too

#asks #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan imagine #obi-wan kenobi imagines #obi-wan imagines #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars fluff #star wars imagine #star wars x you

[lovesick-feelings]

can you pls write hcs for yan withered foxy? istg hes so underrated;-;;

Your right dear reader! It's strange how unpopular Withered Foxy is compared to his variants. Well, that is if you remove all the fan-made comics with Withered Foxy as a protagonist (っ´ω｀c) Either way, I think it's because a ton of people see the original characters to be the same as the withered but broken and traumatized ⊙︿⊙ I personally see them as different entities tho. Anyways thank you for requesting lovely reader!! \(♡´౪<♡)/

❤ Years of loneliness and neglect have left Withered Foxy in total disarray. He can’t remember the last time he left the dark, dusty service room. He could always roam around, but what’s the point when there is nothing out there for him? Normally, he’d recline and reminisce about his short time on stage, but lately, it's been harder with how restless he has grown. That is until he hears two employees talking beyond the door. Something about a new guard being hired? 

❤ Like every other Foxy, he appears reserved. Your first couple of nights will be him stalking you from the shadows of the hall. As he observes, he likes to fill in the gaps about what you could be like. You smile at a drawing a kid has made of him. Do you have a soft spot for children? Or maybe you're a fan of his? Either way, the more he watches it fills his head with delusions. Ones where maybe… you were meant to be his.

❤ Only when given an opportunity will Withered Foxy start talking to you. He’ll inquire about you; ask you who you are, why you chose this job, and such. Oh, how sweet you are to him. So patient even though you were alarmed by his presence. You’re so amusing to him; perhaps he should look after you more. After all, there are things worse than him in this pizzeria. He’ll make it his duty to visit you every single night.

This man has two sides to him: 

❤ Very weary. He doesn't feel the motivation to do anything besides seeing you. He’ll shuffle his way to your office and talk about anything on his mind. Even if you don’t talk back, the thought of you listening to his ramblings about the good ol’ days comforts him greatly. If you're interested, he’ll even recite his classic pirate stories. He's very hesitant when he realises he's talked for too long, regardless of how much you assure him that you enjoy listening to him. He’s mindful of his off-putting appearance, so unless given permission, he won't come any closer. To show him you are not afraid, you can reach out to him. Beware as this can unlock some unwanted clinginess. 

❤ The other is frantic. Impulse drives him to become more animalistic. When the only thing pledging his mind is you, what else do you expect from him? Instead of his casual greeting, he hides in the dark, ranting about you belonging to him only. Before you can process, he's already launched himself onto you. He grips you with every ounce of strength to make sure you don't leave him again. He holds you tightly until you bruise, and if that doesn't stop you from struggling, he’ll mark you instead. The last thing on his mind is the agony you feel. Only to be with you, no matter the cost. What's worse is the way he “compliments'' and patronizes your helplessness. He goes on about how beautiful the color red is on you. How, if this were anyone else, you would have been killed in seconds. Of course, he could never because he loves you~. The Flashlight is your only hope of getting you out of this madness.

❤ Once he resets, it takes a second for panic to set in. The poor fox does anything he can to make up for whatever he’s done. He doesn't know what he's supposed to bring, so he's breaking the first aid cabinet and rushing everything he finds to you. With all the overwhelming emotions you give him, he can’t control his mood shifts. He doesn’t want to wound you; yet, he doesn't want to leave your side either.  

“You know yur ol’ Foxy adore ye too much to hurt his treasure~” 🥰

“This is your fifth time biting me” 😐

❤ Withered foxy is both possessive and jealous. The mere thought of you seeing someone else sends him into panic mode. Anyone he deems to be getting too close he’ll maul into pieces. Even his withered friends are not safe from his scowls whenever they get too buddy-buddy. He wasn't the first animatronic to greet you, but you gave him your heart when you welcomed him with that beautiful smile of yours. To him, that’s the equivalent of marriage. 

❤ The only other animatronics he trusts to leave you with is Balloon Boy and JJ. Withered Foxy resents the Toys with a passion. Despite this, he still has a soft spot for BB, as he cannot bring himself to hate children, and they make a good team. Same for JJ except he empathizes with her being left behind. They sometimes follow Withered Foxy whether he wants them to or not. On rare occasions, he leaves BB or JJ in charge of watching you when he’s away. If you're good with children you could use this opportunity to your advantage. 

❤ His paranoia always gets the best of him. He’s the type to have a dream about you cheating on him and get angry at you for it. Heaven forbid he finds someone showing any type of romantic gesture too. He will gut them until they are nothing but mush in front of you. He won’t beg or talk you into staying. He’s dragging you into the parts and service to trap you in a suit. If he doesn't, regardless, you’ll still be stuck in the parts and service room. Resisting or begging won’t help much with him thinking you don't know any better. Maybe you would've been better off being killed in a suit.

“If there be one thing a pirate never shares between his crew it be his treasure! And you, me jewel, shall be with me forever~ ”

#yandere withered foxy #withered foxy #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #fnaf human #fnaf 2 #fnaf x reader #fnaf 2 x reader #yandere withered foxy x reader #withered foxy x reader #fnaf 2 withered foxy #yandere foxy x reader #foxy x reader #yandere withered foxy x yn

[otdiaftg]

Neil lifts a cup down from the cabinet and shakes his medicine out of the bag. There he stops, because he can only imagine how much it'd hurt his fingers to unscrew that child-safety cap. He looks around for something to make it easier and see's Kevin waiting in the doorway.

Kevin glances from Neil to Matt and speaks in French. "When Riko finds out what your father did to your face, he will retaliate." By now Matt is used to them jabbering away in foreign languages around him. He gives no sign he hears them or cares what they are saying but pulled coffee beans and filters down from the cabinet. Neil wars with himself, heart tripping and skipping with unjustified nerves. He studies Matt's profile until Matt cuts the grinder off, then looks past him to Kevin. "Can he do anything about it, though?" Neil asks in English. Matt freezes with the filter halfway to the coffee maker. In the doorway, Kevin tenses up in incomprehension or disapproval. Neil feels Matt's eyes on him but doesn't return the look. Just last night he'd said he is done lying to Matt. He can't expect Matt to believe him if he talks behind Matt's back today. The upperclassmen know the whole story now, anyway, so there is no reason to hide this inevitable complication. "By now Kengo knows my father's dead and I'm alive. Worse, he knows the FBI has already talked to me. He has to make a decision on me one way or the other. Will Riko risk making the first move?" Kevin flicks a cool look at Matt but obediently brings the conversation back to English. "They touched what they never should have. By erasing your tattoo they've swept him aside as insignificant. Riko won't tolerate that." Kevin lifts his left hand as a prime example of Riko's violent inferiority complex. "If he thinks he can sneak past his father to get you, he will." "Let him try," Neil says. "He knows where he can find me." "Your false bravado helps no one." "Neither does your cowardice," Neil points out. "I was only afraid of Riko because he knew who I was. What can he hold against me now that everyone knows the truth?" Neil gives Kevin a moment to digest that then said, "Andrew says the Ravens have to let this feud play out this spring, so Riko can't even come after the rest of you yet. They might kick and fuss a bit but you're safe from them for now." "You believe him?" Matt asks. Neil shrugs. "Tetsuji calmed their crazy fans down by saying the Ravens would handle us on the court. He has to deliver, so yeah, I believe Andrew. But hey, since Riko's hands are tied," Neil said, glancing back at Kevin, "now's a perfect time to take that off your face." It takes Kevin a moment to catch on, and he jerks like he's been struck. "Don't even joke like that." "I'm not joking. Allison said she'd spot me the cash to take mine off. Maybe she'll do the same for you now that I don't need her help." "No question," Matt says. "She loves a good scandal." "Stop," Kevin says. "Shut up." "You're supposed to be done being second-best," Neil says. "Prove it." Kevin makes a cutting gesture at him and storms out.

Day: Monday, March 11th / 12th* Time: 8:38 AM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

[zeltqz]

SPECIAL SOMEONE

ran haitani x fem!reader

summary: you and ran both have feelings for each other, but are so oblivious

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, slight angst, fluff, body worship, creampie, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!ran, cockwarming at the end, reader has feelings for ran but is clueless af, mutual pining.

wordcount: 3.6k

You hate Ran Haitani so much. You hate his stupidly hot face, his stupidly hot voice, his stupidly hot body. He’s overall just stupid. 

You hate him because you love him. You agreed to be his friend. That was the plan. That was the agreement. Just friends. You knew you could do it. 

Prove the rumour false that eventually if you’re friends with Haitani Ran that you will fall in love. You were so confident you could. You were going 8 years strong. 

Only for it to all tumble down 2 years ago when you realised you had feelings for him. When he touched you, hours after you were still staring at the spot where he touched. Didn’t even have to be an intimate touch. Just a pat on the back, or even when he poked your nose. 

Something small and stupid would have your body bursting out in a rage of goosebumps. Your skin burnt with anticipation, wondering where he’d touch you next. 

Hours after your conversation with him, you'd remember everything he said and just replay it over and over. You’d even subconsciously analyse his facial expressions, playing mind games with yourself to see how he was truly feeling in that moment. 

It was weird. How did you go from being able to hang out with him as a friend, to wanting him to bend you over the nearest desk and have his way with you. 

Maybe the sensation you were feeling was just lust. It had to be. It’s the only logical explanation. 

So explain this sick feeling you felt in your chest when you found out Ran was ‘talking’ to someone. You found out from your co-worker who happened to be roommates with the girl Ran was seeing. 

You felt a range of emotions. Anger. Why, though? Jealousy. Makes sense. Sadness. Once again, why though?

You had 0 right to be sad over this. He’s a friend (definitely nothing more) that is moving on with his life and getting into a relationship. It’s selfish of you to only think about yourself. Yet you do anyway. 

—

"I got us the tickets to that movie you wanted to see." Ran says, sliding the tickets along the table. You look at them and force a smile. 

"Thanks." The tone of your voice completely betrays the smile on your face. Ran raises a brow, confused as to why you’re all of a sudden upset. 

"You okay?" He asks, genuinely concerned as to why his best friend is acting up. Not even a week ago, you were bragging about the movie and how excited you were to finally see it and how devastated you'd be if you didn't get the tickets in time. Now you're acting like you don't even care about the movie anymore. 

You put your mug down on the table a bit too aggressively, hoping that the bottom didn’t shatter. Thankfully, it didn’t and you breathe out a sigh of relief but also act like it never happened. "I’m good."

"No, you’re not. Don’t even lie to me. I know you better than anybody. You’re my friend."

There he goes again. The constant reminder that you’ll always be friends and nothing more. You’re not sure if he’s purposefully dense, or if he just enjoys riling you up. 

"I’m not lying." You head over to the sink and pour the contents of it down the sink, suddenly not interested in drinking anymore. You just want to lay down forever in your comfy bed and hope to God there’s someone better than Ran out there. 

You know there isn’t. Which is exactly why you deemed yourself doomed. 

"Is it a guy? Has someone hurt you?" 

"No."

"A girl?—"

"Can we just drop it please? I have a headache." You dig through the cabinets for some paracetamol, hoping that Ran would use his single brain cell and piece together the fact that you weren't in the mood to talk to him today. Especially about a guy whose so-called hurt you.

If only he knew he was that guy.

How might he react? Would he call off the friendship? Tell you to get over him and move on? Or would he fall for you back? Yeah right.

"Not until I find out what's wrong with you. I don't like seeing you this way. I miss seeing you smile." 

You roll your eyes as you search the cabinets. It's a blessing he can't see you right now, only your back is facing him. He misses your smile. Isn't that adorable and cheesy?

"Hey." His voice is right by your ear, making you jump and drop the paaracetmol packet. When did he get that close? And why didn't you hear him coming? 

"What is wrong with you?" You refer to him suddenly scaring you with his deep voice and push him away from you. 

"Nah, what's up with you. You'd been acting weird all week."

You'd think he might piece two and two together. He'd been seeing that girl a week ago. Since then, your behaviour has been off the charts. But he isn't that smart. 

"There's nothing with me." You look at him, fiddling with the packet with your fingers. "I'm fine, see." You force out a smile, teeth and all. The way he's looking down at you right now is almost like he's insulted you're even trying to lie to him.

Eventually, you just sigh and drop the smile. Face contorting back to its original deadpan. 

"It's a guy isn't it."

Looks like he isn't as stupid as you thought he might be. He's 75% right, if only he could figure out who the guy is, then you'd give him some pointers. 

"Y/N, I told you to stop trying with that one dude."

Hearing this, you whip your head to face him. "What?"

"You know, that one guy I said I don't like. He hurt you didn't he?"

You told Ran about this guy you liked. Describing him in the best way possible, except leaving out his name. Which happened to be Ran Haitani. You told him how you liked him so much, but he acted like you didn't exist. 

Maybe you exaggerated it a little bit. But you had to, because Ran is very keen. He has a sharp eye and plus he's very arrogant and self absorbed. He would know instantly if you were describing him. So you lied sorta.

"I told you to move on from that dude. He hurt you didn't he?" 

"Yes, he did." You admit and unlike before, you're telling the full truth. There's some sort of heat radiating off Ran's body, anger almost. 

"Who is the guy?" 

"It doesn't matter." 

Ran shakes his head. "It matters to me. Tell me who the guy is so I can go fuck him up for hurting you."

"Ran–"

"No, seriously. Who in their right mind would ever hurt you? You're such an amazing person, you're kind, you're pretty as hell, you're fun to be around, you—" Ran pauses and instantly closes his mouth.

You can't help but notice the delayed reaction and feel a sense of hope returning in your body. "You think I'm pretty?"

"I mean– yeah. You think I'm hot don't you?"

You don't like how he suddenly shifted the conversation over to you. "Uhm." 

"Friends can think their other friends are hot. It's no big deal."

You feel your heart sink down to your knees. "Oh, yeah. True, I guess." You quickly turn around, facing the counter. Your back facing Ran once more. You're fighting the urge to cry again. Just for a split moment, a small second you thought there was hope that he might like you back, only for it to get shut down within a matter of moments.

You're so delusional for thinking he'd ever like you.

Ran can't help but notice the way your shoulders deflated after the conversation. As if all the effort he was putting into the conversation to bring you back up from the slums was all useless. 

"Hey…" he starts, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it before. "If you want, I could help you take your mind off things."

You pause what you were doing, trying to process his words. As if his words weren’t enough, you feel his fingers trail up your sides, stopping on your waist. 

You turn your head around to face him, about to ask him what he’s doing when he starts to peck at your ear. His lips graze the shell of your ear before he whispers, “Let me take your mind off that guy.”

“…Okay.” You mumble, tilting your head back and to the side to give Ran room to trail kisses down your skin. You don’t have the time nor the energy to explain to Ran that he’s ‘that guy’. Not like you can focus anyway as his soft lips brush against your neck. 

Biting your lip, you let out soft audible moans and reach behind you, raking your fingers inside his soft purple hair. Ran finds out that he loves the feeling of your nails combing his hair, gently scratching his scalp. 

It’s doing something to him. He needs you so badly right now. He pushes himself closer to you, making sure you feel just how hard you’re making his cock, lazily grinding his cock against your ass. 

His fingers slide up your shirt, caressing all over your stomach, sluggishly palming your breasts over your bra. 

“God,” you breathe out when he tweaks your nipple with his fingers. He chuckles against your neck, the vibrations blending in with the shivers running through your body. 

“You like that? Like this?” He gently pinches your nipple again, feeling the hard bud recoil against his fingers. You never knew your nipples were this sensitive till he touched you. 

“Yeah, it feels so good.” 

“Gonna make you feel even better pretty.” Ran spins you around to face him, his hands pinch at your jaw as he leans down to kiss you. Your hands immediately fly up to his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to the point there’s no gap between you both. 

He tardily coaxes his tongue inside your mouth, tangling it with yours, licking at the roof of your mouth. You have to pull away to catch your breath, but you’re barely a hair's width away from him. 

Your lips are brushing as you try to regain your composure. This was all you ever wanted, now that you have it, it feels so good. You never want this to end. 

But unfortunately, you know it will.

“You good?” He asks, grip on your waist only tightens when he feels you trying to pull away. 

“I’m good. I just don't think we should be doing this.”

Ran’s face falls flat. Of course he doesn’t show it, but he’s severely disappointed. “Please?” He can’t even form a full sentence, brain not fully active when all he’s thinking about is making you feel good. 

You look up at him, into those stupidly mesmerising purple eyes. You feel bad for rejecting him. This is what you wanted. But you know if you go through with this, it’ll only cause more pain. 

But you just can’t say no to him. 

So you lean up, dragging your fingers through his soft hair and kiss him again. Except it’s more passionate this time. Ran releases a low moan into your mouth when you gently tug at his hair. 

He just realised how much he likes it when you play with his hair. It’s such an intimate thing to do with a friend. Ran’s hands slide down your waist, pulling you onto the counter.

He settles between your legs, hands fondling with the plush skin of your thighs. He licks over your top lip, making you pull back to flick your tongue over his own and use the grip you have on his face to keep him still while you suck on his tongue. 

His fingers dig crescent shapes into your skin as you fondle with his tongue, only pulling back to reveal a line of spit. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” He mumbled against your lips. 

Before you can even respond, he’s kissing you again. You wrap your legs around him, pushing him closer to you. “Can we take this upstairs?” You ask, gripping onto his shirt tight. 

Ran hums, kissing you for a few more seconds before finally pulling away. He hoists you up and carries you into your bedroom, placing you on the bed. Not even a second later, he’s on top of you, kissing you all the while trailing his hands down your stomach, to the sides of your shirt. 

You feel him start to tug at the fabric so you lift your arms all the way up into the air so he can help you remove it. Leaning back down, he licks a stripe along the valley of your breasts, taking both hands to push your tits closer together, limiting the space between your cleavage as he runs his tongue along the skin. 

You look down at him with parted lips and shallow breaths. His tongue licks all over the exposed chest not covered by your bra. You feel sticky and moist, but his needy actions are only turning you on more. 

He slips a finger underneath your bra and tugs; a slight indication that he wants it gone. You sit up and fiddle with your bra strap, successfully unhooking it and watching it fall from your chest and onto your lap. 

“I knew you had gorgeous tits.” His hand darts out to play with your breasts, squeezing it like a stress ball.

You chew his words in your head, repeating them over and over. I knew you had gorgeous tits. Was he thinking about you in his spare time? God, you hope so. 

You cover your face with your hands when he attaches his lip to your nipple. His breath is hot against your skin, its fucking ticklish. 

“Ran, take this off.” You wrap your leg around his waist, gesturing to his clothes. His words are muffled with your breast in his mouth, and he’s too comfortable to take it out. 

“Ran…” you moan out, trying to sit up only for him to push you back with his body weight, pinning your hands above your head as he flicks your nipple with his tongue, swirling it around before sucking it sensually. 

Your body is starting to jerk, an unfamiliar pleasurable sensation when he drags his teeth against your nipple. He’s showing one part of your body so much attention, it’s driving you crazy. 

You can’t even touch him either. He really knows his business. 

Eventually he pulls away, lips trailing up and down your stomach as he makes a b-line for your pussy. His fingers bunch up your shorts and tug them down swiftly. 

You immediately close your legs. This is a whole new territory, one that completely crosses the boundaries between friends. “Come on pretty, open up.”

He prys your legs open and takes a second to just admire how beautiful you look underneath him. He massages your thighs as he spreads you open to get a closer glance at your pussy. 

You feel so embarrassed right now, like you’re being scrutinised by your doctor or something. He isn’t speaking either, just raking his eyes all over your naked body. 

He places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes them towards your chest, testing out your flexibility but also to expose more of your pussy. 

Covering your face with your hands just isn’t enough no more. You grab a pillow not only to shield yourself from his intense gaze, but to drown out your moans as he begins to scissor you open. 

His fingers push past your tight wall and start to pump in and out at a gracious speed. Eventually, he would curl his fingers upwards, scouring your insides to get a good feel of you. 

He groans at how tight your walls are squeezing his fingers and he feels his cock twitch inside his pants. “Do you ever play with yourself?” He asks, referring to how tight you are. It’s almost like you’re a virgin. 

“I do.” You admit, lifting the pillow from your face slightly so he can hear your words clearer. 

“Yeah? You do? You thinking about me or what?” He asks, light heartedly, but means every single word. His eyes search your own for the truth, already knowing the answer even if you try to deny it. 

“I—,” you open then close your mouth, “Mhm.”

“I knew it.” He digs his fingers deeper, making you hide behind the pillow again to let out a long moan. “Tell me what you be thinking about baby.”

“You inside.”

You feel like you’re speaking a foreign language. Can’t even form basic sentences anymore. It’s embarrassing how dumb you turn from his touch. 

“You want me inside you? Want me to fill you open, ‘s that it?” He asks, voice smooth like honey as he taunts you for an answer. 

“Yes, please.” You gasp out when he removes his fingers and urges you to pull out his cock. You sit up and reach inside his pants, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it. Ran’s big hand covers your own and he helps you jerk him off. 

You kneel on the bed and to get to his height and then kiss him. You twist your wrist in circles to stimulate all around his cock. You know you’re doing something right when you feel it twitch in your hold. 

Without breaking the kiss, Ran gently pushes you back down onto the bed as he aligns his cock to your entrance. You look down at where the two of you are about to be connected, then look up at his face. 

Your moan falls open, a loud moan escaping your lips when he slowly starts to push inside. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, gripping onto his shirt for dear life as the stretch is starting to sting. 

“F—fuck! Ran!” You throw your head back the longer he pushes inside, the more it hurts. But it’s not painful. 

Ran kisses your temples to try and soothe you. “It’s okay baby, almost there. Be good for me, yeah?”

“Mhm.” You respond, digging your nails into his skin to brace yourself when he finally bottoms out. 

“Shit…” he pants out against your skin, kissing down your neck and shoulders as he tries his hardest not to move. It’s so tempting. The way you’re squeezing him so well. 

He waits until you give him the okay before he starts his thrusts. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pulling him down for a kiss. Your lips swallow his own, parting his lips with your tongue as you try to feel as much of him as you can. 

You break the kiss first when he increases in speed, his thrusts now jolting you forward everytime they slap against yours. “F—fuck, you feel so fuckin’—,” he has to bite his lip to conceal his moan. “’S perfect f’me baby. Just take it— just like that.” 

He grabs the headboard for leverage as he speeds up. Your fingers scratch all over his back and along his nape. “R—Ran! Don’t stop, I’m so cl—close— ohmygod!” 

Ran grabs onto your waist, applying as much pressure as he can to keep your body caged on the bed as he drills himself further inside you, hitting spots that you didn’t even know existed. 

“Fuck—” his thrusts come to a stop and you feel his cum squirting inside you, staining your walls. Your body convulses and you simultaneously release. Ran shudders when your walls tighten up around his length he swears he can feel himself cumming for a second time. 

He collapses on top of you, but you don’t push him away despite his heavy body weight. Instead, you once again, play with his chair and feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. 

“I love it when you do that.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” You rake your fingers through his scalp, scratching lightly and you swear he’s drifting off too sleep. 

You take this moment to get in touch with your feelings and thoughts. What’s going to happen now? Is he going to forget this ever happened and continue being ‘friends’ with you? 

Or is this going to start a whole new relationship?

“Ran?”

He hums. “Hm?”

“Why did you fuck me? Like, was it because you were bored or something?”

He takes a moment before gathering the strength to lift himself off of you. Propping himself up on his arms, he looks down at you. “You know how you said you had someone?"

You have no clue where he's going with this, but decide to let him go on regardless. "Yeah…"

"Well, I have someone too." 

You try to ignore the twinge in your heart, but still let him continue talking. 

"Yeah, she's so perfect. She's sweet, honest, kind, beautiful like honestly stunning. She's everything to me, she—" The longer the list goes on, you realise he's starting to describe this someone in full detail. But all the information was going in one ear and out the other. If you were actually paying attention, you'd realise once he started to describe her looks, he would be describing you.

"Seems like you really like this girl." You state, voice monotone with a hint of sadness. 

"Yeah, I do." Ran bends down and steals a kiss from your lips. "It's you, stupid."

You blink a couple times, putting all the dots together before realising a loud 'ohhh'. Ran chuckles at how slow you were to piece things together and nudges his forehead against yours. 

"I'm guessing your someone was me?"

You try to look away, but are stopped by his hand pinching your jaw. You look deep into his eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden. "Yeah, you were."

#—tr </3 #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #zeltqz #haitani ran smut #ran smut #tokyorev smut #tokrev smut

[kyskaisen]

can u write fluff for tsunade? she is literally so underrated! plus sorry for requesting so much LMFAOO 😭

i love how i make the call for attention ONCE and all the hoes start coming in😌/j anyways YES!! she's so underrated (if we're talking about her character, not her tits) and so hot lol please step on me tsunade

ANYWAYS ur good! idm the requesting :D

pairing: tsunade x f! reader (hope u dont mind)

soft spot.

whenever shizune would enter her office and mention your name, tsunade would always let out a sigh and rest her forehead on her hand, thinking what did y/n do now?

she tried to act like it didnt bother her, treating your scratches and bruises is just the same as treating anybody else's. she always found herself scolding you for getting yourself hurt whenever you'd come back from a mission. all you'd do is just sit there and smile at her once she finished. she'd bonk you in the head and call you an idiot then go about her day.

after a while, shizune would come into her office, preparing to say your name and expecting a long sigh from deep within her chest. but it was different. she'd look and sound more worried than before. the way her eyebrows would furrow and her eyes would soften whenever shizune mentioned what injury you had told shizune that tsunade has a soft spot for you.

so when tsunade repeated your name with a shout right after shizune, it confirmed her theory.

"lady tsunade, do you perhaps..have..feelings for y/n?" she asked nervously as tsunade rushed out of her chair. her silky blonde hair following her movements as she sped out of the office and straight to the med bay. "whatever do you mean? feelings? the age gap is tremendous! there is no possible way i'd catch feelings for a girl nearly 30 years younger than me!"

"she's 28, lady tsunade.." shizune trailed off before tsunade swung open the door to where it hit the wall. there you were, laying in that bed which after a while was your very own after coming here so often. you turned to the two women standing in the door and gave them a cheeky grin. "good afternoon, lady tsunade!"

"don't 'lady tsunade' me! look what you did! your arm's twisted into a roll! you might as well become a twizzler!" she scolded, holding your twisted arm. you winced slightly at the pain before she let it drop to your side.

"sakura was out of chakra, so she couldn't do much about it. she gave me a pill, and that was about all she could do." you explained while tsunade let out a huff as she sped over to the cabinets and grabbed a spoon.

"she couldn't at least sling it?" she sneered, sitting down on your bed next to you. you shrugged before tsunade shoved the spoon's handle in your mouth. "bite down. this'll hurt." she warned before placing rough hands on your twists, emitting chakra from the palm of her hands and eliciting a scream from your mouth as you bit down hard on the spoon.

after that, tsunade found herself scoffing and speeding towards the cabinet to grab an ice pack and stuff it on your arm. the look on your face that quickly changed from a look of pain to a blank stare that you gave her surprised her, just like all the other times before. "you look like a school nurse." you comment with a chuckle, not even paying any mind to the swelling pain in your arm.

she scoffed again. "y/n, why do you always come in here? it's been a record that once or twice a week you'd come in here with something new for me to fix!"

"why do you always come to my rescue, lady tsunade?" you ask, your blank stare somehow turning even more blank. tsunade's eyes wrenched wider and parted her lips, her frown leaving her face. "..well how do you want me to answer that?! coming to your rescue is just like coming to anybody else's! it's my job!" she frowned once again, and you only smiled. then you tapped your chin.

"..no, wait, cuz whenever naruto get's hurt, he has sakura to help him! only when the situation is dire is when you come in!" you chirp before looking up to find her giving you a deadpan expression.

she sighed and looked at shizune still in the room. shizune only shrugged before tsunade looked back at your smiling face. "because i'd be bored if i didn't have to come to your rescue every so often.." she mumbled under her breath, cheeks turning pink.

"really? bored? i thought you'd get annoyed of me after a while." you commented. tsunade looked up and gave you a wry smile. "well, i did. i am right now, actually," she answered before her wry smile turned into a genuine one. "but i don't mind." she finished quietly. you blushed slightly then your smile grew.

after a moment, tsunade reached her hand up to your head to ruffle your hair. you smiled like a kid and basked in her attention. tsunade softly chuckled before she leaned down to kiss your forehead. your smile fell as your eyes widened and your cheeks turned a deep shade of red. she chuckled again at your reaction. then she turned for the door, shizune following after her.

before she was completely out, she placed a hand on the door frame and turned her head back towards you, and grinned.

"have a good day, y/n. see you next time."

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OMG THATS SO CUTEEEEE GOODBYEEE i wish shoko from jjk would treat my wounds like that

anyways hope u enjoyed! i rlly did like writing this one lol

#tsunade #tsunade x reader #naruto fluff #naruto x you #naruto #shizune #naruto series

[malereader-inserts]

All Signs Point To You

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Jacob Black x Male!Reader Summary: Jacob is a smitten wolf, he likes it despite the teasing Word Count: 1,028 Request: Can I get a baker male reader x Jacob who finds out his mate is the best baker of Folks and so goes there every day to flirt with him? Despite always head-butting with Edward who accompanies Bella during her visit to the bakery

"You're hopeless," Seth says to his Alpha, who responds to the jab with an eye roll.

"Leave him alone, Seth," Leah piped up, before smirking, "He's in love!"

It's been a few weeks since the standoff between the Cullens and co against the Volturi, Jacob's new pack has an unspoken bond with the Cullens now, though, there was still tension between the two groups - both unfamiliar with the concept of sharing the land. Both groups still being wary of each other, these were bonds that were unfamiliar to them.

Though, mostly the shapeshifters stay in La Push, where they are most comfortable. Everyone was settling into this new dynamic, Leah was finally heard and was satisfied with her position as second in command. Embry, Seth and Quil were more happier to be in this new pack than to stay with Sam's pack. The new pack was slowly getting bigger as it was a race between Sam and Jacob to find new shapeshifters in the forest.

But, as the Uley pack were making rounds in the La Push border, it wasn't enough room for both packs to roam. So, Jacob's pack made an agreement that they would make rounds on Cullen's side of the creek, where they were to keep an eye out for new vampires lurking or scouting new members for the pack.

Whilst going out on the Fork side to provide lunch for the wolves who were making their rounds, Jacob stumbles across his mate. It was a mere second, really, he was about to enter the bakery, which was known to be the best in the state, but when he looks through the window his eyes met yours.

The bakery boy, who was taking out new dishes in the display cabinet. His heart started racing before diverting his path to a different place. He came back to the pack obviously sweating and in a panic.

"Who are we talking about?" Embry asked, entering their base, and placing a bag of food onto the table for the pack.

"Jacob's mate," Quil sings, as Jacob glares at him whilst Seth snickers.

"Ah," Embry nods understanding, "The bakery boy he doesn't shut up about."

"I don't talk about him that much!" Jacob defended himself only to be met with several stares of doubt, "Okay, maybe I do, but I don't know what to do."

"I don't know, maybe talk to him?"

Leah raised her eyebrow at him, before pointing to the door. Whilst, he was the alpha of the pack, he knew that Leah was right and there was no point in trying to argue with her. So, he sighs before departing to talk to you.

After talking to you, he just constantly wanted to be around you. To any outsider, it was because you were just a fascinating person to know, but Jacob knew better and he knows it's the fact that you're his mate - bonded for life.

But, he didn't want to freak you out, make you think he's some stalker or some obsessive creep. But, can't help but just gravitate back to you, and you can also feel the same. You were just drawn to him, you were interested in knowing him.

Your days brighten when he comes through the shop doors, and you smile to yourself when you start thinking about him. Suddenly, you start becoming giddy, coming into work, thinking there's a chance that Jacob might come in.

You wanted to know him, be with him, and you were growing feelings for him - you were becoming helpless.

"You're awfully around a lot in this area," Edward says, there was a tease within his voice as Jacob cannot help but glare, "Does the bakery in La Push gives you food poisoning?"

"Shut up," Jacob replies as Bella rolls her eyes, "Anyway, why are you going to the bakery, you don't have any tastebuds?"

"I'm friends with (Y/n)," Bella chimed up, before shrugging her shoulders, "I like visiting my friends outside all you lot, you guys give me a headache."

She walks in as Jacob looked confused as Edward only chuckles to himself, sighing that he was so lucky to have Bella. Edward goes in to follow his wife as Jacob looked torn to go in. He wanted to keep you as his little secret from the Cullens for a little longer, so he sighs and tries again a few hours later.

"Hey, I saw you outside before, why didn't you come in?"

Jacob flushed red, scratching the back of his head, "Oh, I'm not a big fan of Edward."

"Edward?" You tilted your head with your eyebrows knitted together before clicking your tongue, "Ah, Bella's husband, I can't believe she didn't invite me to the wedding!"

"I didn't know you were friends with her."

"Same goes for you," You answered back with a pointed look as Jacob looked defeated before smiling back at you.

"Childhood friend," he responded coolly, as you nodded in acknowledgement, "So, what's on today's special?"

You grinned at him as you started to talk to him about everything and anything, despite being a busy shop with locals and tourists visiting you always spare a few minutes to talk to Jacob. He gratefully pays for his stuff, making sure he tips you and only you, before leaving the bakery with a satisfying feeling.

Jacob was smitten, he knew that, and he knows that his pack was going to tease him relentlessly, but he didn't care. He found someone, he enjoyed your company so he didn't care what type of relationship this would bloom into. He craved your company, your voice and your presence.

All signs point to you, he can sense the future to be brighter with you by his side.

Whilst, he's not ready to tell you the full truth, he's mustering up the courage to ask you to hang out with him outside the shop. Somewhere it was just you two and no eyes are watching. He wants to know the famous bakery boy with a pretty smile.

There's a jump in his step as well in his heart and he smiles to himself.

All signs point to you.

#jacob black imagine #jacob black x male reader #twilight x male reader #twilight imagine #twilight #x male reader

[synnthamonsugar]

in the spirit of saturnalia, WOE WRITING ERIS/DRIFTER BE UPON THEE

Dastardly ... you understand the assignment. Anyway I had a lot of fun figuring out how to commit my "ideal" Eris/Drifter dynamic to paper. (And maybe getting closer to answering such questions as "how DO you write FWB when the B doesn't come into play presently?") Want me to write/draw something outside my usual body of work? Inquire here.

Drifter attempts to find purchase in Sanctuary's cramped and impossibly cluttered galley, stacking ration crates, jugs of water, empty trays and a partially-disassembled hand-cannon into a precarious heap until he has enough space on the scuffed steel counter. A few feet away, his coat lay draped across one of the chairs surrounding the small metal dining-table.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?" Eris asks, emerging from the hallway, straightening out her veil. Unarmored and unbooted, she's nearly impossible to hear approaching, impressive and unnerving in equal measure. 

"I'm not stickin' around," he defends, rummaging through the mostly-bare cabinets, turning up a dusty packet of noodles, some freeze dried veggies, seasonings and sauces, a bit of oil, a can of meat? . . . it's not clear if they were brought by Eris or some scout who'd holed up here previously, but nothing's broken or bloated, so it's decent enough to work with. Ferreting out some clean pans among the mess, he lights the stove and sets to work. "Just that neither of us ate. I'd feel bad leaving without fixin' that."

"The sentiment is appreciated, but I can feed myself."

"Well … I can't. Not at my place at least. The Derelict's cleared out and I'm not rifling through the Annex this time of night. Don't need Hawthorne asking questions … worse, Ada. She talks." Eris gives him a cross look. "Look, I'll replace your food when the next shipment of supplies comes. With interest."

"Take your time. I favor the ration packs anyway."

"I noticed," he gestures at the empty retort pouches. 

Eris leans against his back and peers over his shoulder, tip-toe, to get a better look at the stovetop. Noodles roil in a pot, while the mysterious meat-product sizzles in the pan, sliced thin enough to crisp. She's not particularly gregarious when it comes to physical contact, not beyond what's necessary, so the small gesture feels outsized. "Smells good."

"Don't take a whole lot," he remarks, stirring in the dried vegetables. They watch in slack fascination as they rehydrate from hard chips of foodstuff to something resembling diced mushroom, cabbage, scallion. "First thing you learn out there — it's all in the preparation, not the ingredients."

"I think the ingredients are important," Eris replies, letting go to fetch a pair of chipped bowls, some tumblers and mismatched cutlery from the shelf. Clears out enough room for two at the table.

"Maybe for hive rituals. This is cooking, Moondust." 

The noodles are better than expected, aided perhaps by their own hunger. As they eat, they talk idly about plans for the next day. Drifter, overseeing gambit matches at the newly-reinstated arena on the outskirts of the Dreaming City. (Eris is more interested in the details of Awoken zoning bureaucracy than he has the patience to explain.) She is cagey about her own, not saying much more than it involves meeting with Ikora and Queen Mara. Knowing he's unlikely to like the answer, he doesn't press further. 

When they at last finish, Drifter slips on his coat and meets Eris' cheek in a brief kiss that she returns. Bidding each other goodnight, they go their separate ways, tired and sated.

#mods are asleep post drifteris #drifteris #drifter/eris #eris morn #destiny #drifter #synnth fic

[macabrecake]

I'm way too lazy to put a proper title and such but this is basically a fluffy little Slasher RE6!Leon x Reader drabble that absolutely no one asked for 🥲

The moment you nearly jumped out of your skin when the door slammed shut, you knew who it was. By the eerie silence and the overwhelming sense of unease that just his presence alone is able to blanket all four corners of the house in, you knew Leon had returned from 'work.' Having entered through the backdoor as usual, he's done it so many times to the point where it's become second nature that you keep it unlocked.

Another odd component to this extremely bizarre roommate set up that you and he have created.

You feed him, give him shelter, and he doesn't end your life like the many others he's taken before. You know it's wrong, aiding a felon- an extremely dangerous, wanted killer to be more specific. You know you should call the police, or Chris, already aware about his own encounter with Leon that night.

"I swear to you y/n, the moment I see him again. I'm gonna make sure I put a bullet in him. Rip his mask off and watch whatever semblance of life he has drain from his eyes. He's cast his shadow of fear and grief over this city for too long…"

"I'll keep you safe from him, I promise."

Your face finds its way into your hands with a deep sigh of guilt. That classic damned if you do, damned if you don't is why you keep quiet. Or that's what you tell yourself at least, since you can't bring yourself to think about the real answer. Chris is trying to protect you… from the very thing that you're harboring in your home right now. You know that if you do say anything about Leon, that's not just your life that's cut short, but Chris as well, and anyone else who gets in his way. Who, now that you're finally tuning into what's going on, is making a lot of noise.

Being around Leon long enough has caused you to inadvertently pick up some of his patterns. Like how he's normally much quieter than that. Only ever making a subtle amount of sounds to lure his victims where he wants them. It's also just a means to scare you, everytime you think Leon is in one part of the house you turn around, only to find him standing there staring at you. It's part of what amuses him. His routine. Which he also hasn't done yet since he got home.

You shouldn't care enough to turn and call out his name, yet you feel that you just need to, even if he doesn't answer. Before you can open your mouth, however, it seems Leon knew you were going to. Making you jolt slightly when you find him already standing in the kitchen. You would ease down a little, which is still a strange thing for you to do around him, but it's short lived when you see the blood.

There's a very obvious crimson trail following behind him, smeared all over his clothes, still dripping from his hands and knife. You don't wanna know who it could belong to, though you're probably gonna find out anyway when it shows up on the News tomorrow. But, by his stature alone, you could see it's not just some unfortunate civilian. Leon's shoulders were more hunched than normal, and the breath that escapes through his mask is loud, ragged. It connects the dots for you quickly.

He's hurt.

"Holy shit." You whisper past your fingertips when your hand goes to your mouth in shock. Again, you really shouldn't care, you should be praying that he'll finally drop dead where he stands. You shouldn't be reaching into the cabinet for the first aid kit, shouldn't be asking him if he needs help and wait for an answer. Yet, that's exactly what you do.

There's a brief minute of silence until Leon slightly turns his body to the side to give you a path out of the kitchen. You act swiftly and head for the bathroom with the medical necessities, hearing his boots hit the hardwood as he trails behind you. Once in the bathroom, you set down the supplies while Leon sits on the toilet lid with what you could assume is a quiet sigh of exhaustion. Probably sitting down for the first time this whole night.

It's things like that that often makes you realize he's still human, to an extent at least. You've still witnessed him do things that are beyond the capabilities of an ordinary man. So much that he's survived. Things that would kill anyone else. Maybe that's why just being in the same space as him is still deeply upsetting at times. Especially when all you can smell near him is the strong scent of iron.

He's pretty unpredictable.

Even now, Leon could very easily kill you if he wished. Whether it's because he doesn't see usefulness in you anymore, or if he just suddenly gets bored. He's smart enough to take care of his own wounds after all.

So what is his purpose for keeping you alive?

You don't know, nor will you ever try to gain the courage to ask, as you take a small shaky breath to calm your nerves before turning to face the man. As usual, those dark eye sockets of his mask are already peering back at you. Fighting to contain a small shudder, you point to his bloodied coveralls, "I'm gonna need to move your clothes out of the way so I can see where you're hurt, ok?"

Once again, Leon is still for a short moment before he straightens his back up more. Keeping his hands in his lap so you have room to work on him. After you get permission, you step closer to unbutton the flap and unzip the top part of his suit down. You see his plain black T-shirt underneath, torn in some areas, very clearly red and sticking to his skin in others. Your brows lightly furrow in concern, almost hesitant to lift his shirt up now. But with the way he leans forward for your hands to lightly splay against his chest, you make yourself carry on. Carefully, you remove Leon's shirt. But this time with extreme caution to not take his mask off with the ruined fabric.

That's when your concern turns to horror.

For one, you can't tell what's fresh wounds and what's old scars that the blonde obtained from Doctor Benford shooting him the first time he escaped all those years ago. Everything is caked in a layer of dried blood, dirt, sweat, and grime.

The darker spots on Leon's torso yielded some clues at least, more bullet wounds for sure, as well as some deep cuts and heavy bruising. Like he was beaten with something, or numerous things, who in the world managed to get ahold of him to do all of this? Nevermind how he survived it, that's a question you long gave up trying to answer. Much like how, considering that he's sitting here right now, tells you that the one's who did this most likely aren't around anymore.

"Fucking hell…" You mumble as your eyes drift across the vast sea of injuries before settling on what you know is probably gonna take the most work. "Jesus Christ Leon, you got burned too?" The response you get is a low huff, it's a long story that he's clearly still mad about, which obviously would suggest that you don't mention it. Now, you know you're not a doctor, but anyone knows a burn when they see one. They stick out, and are never pretty. It cascades over his left shoulder, seeming to creep upward before going to hide away under his mask, which also looks rather charred on one side now that you've gotten a closer look.

There's so much going on around Leon's chest and abdomen, you don't know where to begin. You opt to clean the mess away for starters, let you see where the wounds are and also prevent any infection. If he's even capable of getting sick. Nearly an entire roll of paper towels, tissue, and cleaning wipes later. You finally get an eyeful of the damage that was done, and a little extra…

You already knew Leon was fit. However, it's one thing to imagine, another to actually have your face up close and personal with it. Now you have details. Now you get to see what lies beyond those dangerous hands- that have yet to lethally turn against you. Following one of the protruding veins on the back of his large palm, it runs up through his muscled forearm before disappearing into the hearty meat of his bicep.

Along the way you find another old bullet scar, stamped right below where Leon's shoulder meets with his collarbone. A roadblock, or perhaps an important landmark. Your eyes continue their journey along the bone before dipping down to pass between a valley of pure muscle that makes up the natural pecs and abs of his strong chest.

You know you should probably stop, you know Leon can see what you're doing- you're kneeling right in front of him for God's sake. So maybe it's a good thing that before your eyes could follow the happy trail and obvious indent of his V-line, Leon suddenly shifts to lean forward and tilt his head at you. Course it makes you jump a little, avoiding his gaze with a small 'sorry' as you search for the tweezers. Search, more like you passed your hand over the tool a couple times before you finally grabbed them and got to work plucking out the bullets.

Though you think Leon is now annoyed with you, that ghost of a smirk hiding beneath his mask while he stares down at you would say otherwise. He knows you were looking, and sees it in your burning cheeks how flustered he made you. Maybe he should do this more often.

Curious about what other reactions he'll get out of you, he patiently waits for you to finish wrapping some gauze around his torso. Add some bandaids to the smaller injuries on his hands and arms, then stand up to get a closer look at the burn on his shoulder. The man would almost chuckle at how gentle your dainty hands work, as if you're scared of hurting him more, carefully padding the burn ointment onto his seared skin before stopping at the edge of his mask. You then step away, which leaves some vague sense of disappointment in Leon.

A small gasp falls from your lips as you're suddenly stopped in your tracks, making you turn your head to look at the man and ask what's wrong. Course you get no vocal answer, but Leon still makes it clear when he pulls you back to him for his other hand to latch onto your hip and make you sit down in his lap. Others. Strangers he doesn't like touching his face.

"I know you don't like other's touching your face. Thought you might feel more comfortable working on it alone." You explain in that tone that's always so soft around him, as you throw away the blood soaked trash before turning to exit the bathroom. Knowing he hardly takes his mask off unless he's alone or extremely tired. That's when Leon's brows furrow as he moves into action, letting his hand shoot out to grab your wrist.

You're different.

A shy smile graces your lips, just as your heart decides to leap around in your chest. Meanwhile your lungs seem to forget how to provide air for a moment. You manage to stay composed for the most part as Leon keeps a hold on your wrist to guide your hand up and place it against the cheek of his mask. That answer is definitely loud enough.

It takes you a second to get over the small shock, because, over all, the only one allowed to touch that is him. Regardless, you don't pass up the opportunity as you bring your other hand up to grip the edge and carefully peel the mask away from Leon's face, uncertain of what other injuries he could possess.

You would focus on the burn once you set the mask on the floor, but it's such a rare occurrence to fully view his face, so the moments you get to see him, are captivating everytime. Like how long his hair has gotten as the golden strands fall around his shoulders and frame his fierce blue eyes. It's something truly magazine cover worthy, he could definitely be voted as the sexist man alive in a heartbeat.

It's to the point you can't help but admire as you let your fingers part his bangs so you can see him better, "Would you be offended if I got you a haircut at some point? Could make it easier to manage." You muse as you move his hair away to start working on the rest of the wound. Seeing now that the burn took a little of his stubble away before stopping around his cheek, close to the scar that runs through his eye. Said eyes narrow at you just a fraction while his hands press more into the flesh of your hips and actually rub up and down your sides a little. That's new.

Even when he's tired, Leon normally isn't this cuddly. Which lends you the realization of how gentle he's trying to be. It makes your stomach flutter with a strange giddiness as a quiet giggle passes your lips while you apply the same burn ointment near his Adam's apple. "Just an idea, don't worry."

Though Leon will never ever admit it in anyway, it does mean a lot that he views you a little differently than anyone else. Hell if anyone else was this close to him, they would most certainly be dead already. But, again, it's different with you. So if a haircut means feeling your fingers gently touch him like this, he's all for it. He's not even gonna question why he wants it. He just… does.

A few more minutes pass, before the final bandage is placed on his cheek. As well as a couple little kisses- one to his nose, and the other to his lips. Which he actually lets you give to him and even deepens the last one.

Damn it. Maybe it's whatever sweet poison is on his lips, but it's no wonder you don't say anything to anyone. Because you know you'd miss him. You don't let yourself think on it longer, instead you smile brighter with another little giggle at Leon burying his face in your shoulder, his breath coming out faster and heavier from the kiss. "Be careful next time, ok?" You whisper to him.

Your butt receives a soft squeeze in response.

#aka the fic where Leon is so bloodthirsty he doesn't realize how touch starved he actually is #this has been in my drafts forever #and I wanted to hurry up and finish it before Halloween #but I got sidetracked #so here it is #on the Day of the Dead #so technically Halloween somewhere #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #slasher!leon kennedy au

[ddragonflyx]

On Halloween night weird things happen.

Jesse x fem.reader

She/her pronouns

Smut+fluff

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It was Halloween night. You were trying to paint your little sisters face, because she wanted to be a ladybug. You sewed her wings, they were red they also had black dots on them. Seven little dots.“Stop moving around so much!”

“I’m sorry” she said pouting

It was unnecessary to paint her face, but she insisted that, she wanted to be pretty and to have make up on like big girls do. There you were putting mascara on your sister. When you were finally done, and she was satisfied, it was your turn to dress up as something for the night. You had no idea what to be. In the end, you put on a longer black dress, and a witch hat.

Your sister was running around so fast to collect all the chocolate and candy with all the little power she has in her. You could barely keep up with her.

“Y/N comeee ooonnn!!”

“I'm coming” You were running after her at this moment. As little she was, but fast, really fast. She was running up to this beautiful house, and you knew exactly who it belonged to Jesse Pinkman. He was in the same chemistry class as you, always making fun of Mr. White, which you admitted was pretty funny. He was a cute guy, but your paths never crossed. You went to college and he, he stayed right here.

You caught up to her, knelt beside her and stopped her on her way to the door. “Maybe we shouldn't knock here” she looked at you with her big eyes and her smile disappeared “Why?” her eyes were glassy almost about to cry, she was so eager to get all the candy she could. You thought about it. “Okay, we can try”

You stood up and with her little hand in yours walked up to the front door, knocked twice and waited. “Yo, go away!” a voice came from the other side of the door.

“Told you Sweetie, come on, let's go”

As Jesse heard your voice he ran to the door as fast as he could. Slammed the door open. “Hey”

“Oh, hi Jesse”

The way his name slid from your tongue, it was so angelic to him. He was thinking about you since sophomore year, but never had the courage to actually do anything, anyway why would you go out with him. A junky. “Trick or treat” a voice echoed.

Jesse stared at the ladybug hiding behind your leg, gripping you with her hands. Clinging into you. He was scrathing the back of his neck, looking at you.

“I don't have anything” he whispered to you

“It's okay, we can just go”

“No, no I can find something”

He invited both of you inside, he was running around packing all the stuff he had out. Throwing things away. “Do you, um want a coffee or a um a tea?”

“No, thank you!”

You were standing in the kitchen with ladybug next to you she was fidgeting with her headband, it pressed her head a little, so she took it of.

Jesse found a bag of candy in the cabinet so he handed a big handful of it to the little girl. Her smile grew bigger than ever. “ Thank you!” she almost screamed. He patted her head. “ You are welcome!”

We were standing in the house looking at each other smiling slightly. “We should go, I think”

“Yeah, yeah get more candy”

“Bye Jess”

There it is again that funny feeling he got when you said his name, he got soft, but only for you.

Sometime later

You were now sitting on your bed, when you heard your sister run around searching for something. She slammed the door open. “ Y/N I don't know where is the headband, I can't find it” she sobbed

“It's okay we will find it tomorrow” You tried to calm her, but she just wasn't, she wanted it now.

“Where have you last seen it?”

The little girl was thinking really hard, she just couldn't remember where she could left it, but you knew. You knew she took it of at Jesse’s house, so it must be there.

“Is it okay if I get it for you tomorrow?”

“I- I need it”

You couldn't believe her and why she needed that headband so bad, maybe it's just a kid thing. It wasn't that late so you decided to go. Jesse didn't live far away, two streets maybe. People were still out trick or treating. You walked slowly, counting every step. Hesitant to knock, but than you did, twice. No answer. “Jesse? It's me Y/N”

Jesse rushed to the door again, opening it. “Hi! What's up?”

“My sister left her headband here“

“Oh, yeah I found it on the floor, come in?”

“Okay” You stepped in the house, it smelled nice like freshly baked brownies. He handed the headband to you, your hands brushing against each others. “Thank you”

He was looking right at you with those beautiful blue orbs of his, and you maybe only for a second thought about kissing him. Kissing Jesse. He was thinking about kissing you too. Kissing you. The brownie was ready, he ran and took it out. “Want some?”

“I-”

“It's okay if you don't “

“I would like to” you smiled sweetly

He put one on the plate he carefully cleaned before. You were sitting in the kitchen. The brownie was a little bit of, it wasn't like a brownie more just a chocolaty dough. Jesse tasted it too.

“Well it's bad”

“It's not” you tried to reason

“Yes, it is”

“Well, maybe just a little”

You guys both giggled and he took the plate from you, threw the brownie in the trash as you giggled at his actions. He stared at you the whole time you laughed.

“What?” You looked up

“It's nothing, nothing”

“Come on spit it out”

“You just look so beautiful when you laugh”

You blushed at his words, hiding your face into your hands.

“And when you blush”

“I better get going” you said not looking at him

He walked you to the door “Thank you for the, um brownie, and the headband”

“It's fine, I guess. You know I missed you”

“Missed me?”

“Yes, you have changed since I last saw you, in high school”

“I didn't really notice” you fidgeted with your rings

“You became prettier, not that you weren't pretty you just-” He suddenly heard giggles, your giggles, now his favourite sound.

“Thank you”

He moved closer to you, only inches separated the two of you. His hand came up to your face slowly carassing it, moving some hairs out of the way. Leaning closer till you could feel his breath. You leaned in kissing him softly, breaking apart after doing so. Kissing him again, but this time with more love. Jesse pulled you closer to him, holding your hips, your face. You put your arms around his neck. He kissed your face, your neck as he couldn't get enough. “Jesse” He got the chills from hearing his name leave your mouth like this. He didn't just wanted to fuck you, he needed you more than just a quick fuck. You meant more than that to him.

“I should go now. It's getting late” you whispered to him

“Don’t leave me please” he held you closer than ever

You kissed him again slowly this time, holding his face in your palms. “Okay, I’ll stay, but I do really have to give this to my sister she almost went crazy for it”

“I’ll drive you home with it”

“Thank you”

He has driven you home and you gave the headband to your sister, packed a few things and left. Your mom didn’t care really she trusted you.

You were now on his couch watching some shitty movie that was on TV. He slowly moved closer and closer to you. “You know you can touch me, I don’t bite”

“Yeah, I know”

He placed his hand on your thigh just caressing it slowly. His other hand was on your shoulder playing with your hair. He was too much for you, his smell, his touch was so soft like you might break. You looked in his eyes trying to find something and pulling him closer to you, kissing him. He was so gentle with you, caressing your sides while slipping his tongue in your mouth, playing with your necklace now. He pulled away for air, you looked up at him “I want your touch so bad” His eyes were filled with lust. You climbed on top of him, pressing yourself really close to his body. He started to kiss you again, your neck and moving down to your breasts gently touching your nipples and massaging them through the fabric of your dress.

“Nipple piercings, huh?”

“You like them big boy?”

“Yeah, they cool”

You stood up from his lap, reaching for the zipper of your black dress and peeling it of. You had nothing on just pink panties with a bow in the front. “Oh gosh” he said as you climbed back to him. He kissed your lips bitting them and moving down to your boobs kissing and sucking, leaving little hickeys all over them. He moved one of his finger to play with the bow on your pantie. Than he just slid his hand inside, rubbing circles on your clit. “Ahh” You wanted him so bad so so bad. His hand gently Incheby towards your enterance. He moved some fingers inside curling them and moving in and out. “Fuck baby you’re so wet”

You were so close, but he stopped. “ Hmm, please” you whined. Jesse just moved you as he stood up walking to a drawer taking out a pack of something. He wanted to move you up to his bedroom, but you were to desperate for him so you knelt down unbuckled his belt, his cock sprung out touching his stomach and you took it and started rubbing, licking and kissing the tip then you started to suck and move down and down. He threw his head back at the friction of your tongue moving on his throbbing cock which was leaking precum already. You were bobbing your head up and down gagging on it just enough for him to groan. He was about to cum when you stopped. “ Fuck, didn’t know you can do that”

“Come on baby let me fuck you upstairs” he said

“I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter” you looked up at him

“Oh fuuuck” he rubbed his cock a couple times

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this” he led you to the kitchen shutting the blinds

You sat up the counter opening you legs for him. He groaned as he placed the condom on than he lined himself up and pushed in. “Fucckk, Jesse”

When he was fully in he just pulled you off a little as he held your ass in the air and started rocking his hips into you. The feeling was so good your brain was getting foggy. “You’re so fucking tight”

“You’re so fucking big”

That made him move faster and harder into you. He slammed just perfectly hitting you spots. He was bitting your nipples licking over his bites. You nails caressed his back scratching time to time. “Harder pleasee “ He pulled out then slammed back in. You couldn’t even form words just mumbles and moans came out of you. Who knew Jesse Pinkman could fuck like this. He reached down to your clit slowly rubbing circles edging you. “Ahh Jesse please I want to cum on your cock, please” He was now moving at a rough pace just railing into you. “Fuck Y/N baby I’m gonna cum so hard! Are you close baby?” he asked as he leaned into you kissing your neck whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Jesse I’m so close please don’t stop, please” he rolled his hips and slammed into you some more as the coil snapped in you and came all over his cock. He continued his pace overstimulating you. He than came moaning and groaning in your neck.

He was laying on top of you trying to catch his breath, you just caressed his back. When he finally stood up looking into your eyes, you found an unfamiliar look on his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked him worry in your tone.

“Nothing, I just” he sighed “I just don’t want you to think I only wanted you for this, you mean so much more than this to me” You didn’t think that, you knew his crush on you. He always glanced at you back in high school and when you couldn’t reach something in a shop somehow he was there. “I know” you said with a calm voice. You leaned closer kissing him softly your voice almost like a whisper “I know”

#jesse pinkman #breaking bad #walter white #fanfic #oneshot #nsfwaccount #18+ fic #mdni

[sansofhumor]

I was sick again last night, and, like always, had skelebro thoughts. This is getting pavlovian lol.

CW: illness, magic vomit, and dissociation oh and uhhh weirdess about eating. It's not an ED, but figured I should warn for similar themes possibly.

Otherwise, it's just a stream of consciousness ficlet... don't mind the tense changes.

Papyrus wasn't sleeping so it would be inaccurate to say he'd been woken up by the noises in the bathroom down the hall. As it was, he stopped staring at his ceiling and blinked himself back, taking in his room: the action figures, his desktop, his bookshelf, his closet.

Color was easy. A red book cover, the cape on Action Guy, the red border of flame on his carpet. The red finish on his car bed.

Texture came next. The hard sides of his computer, the hard wood of his door, the hard bones of his attack box.

He always skipped taste and smell—he's a skeleton, and he kept his room much too clean for that.

Hearing. The buzz of electricity humming through the house. The muffled stumbling in the bathroom.

He sighs and swings his legs out of his bed mentally resets his counter back to zero. He leaves his room and skips the bathroom, taking the stairs to the kitchen instead. He grabs a glass of water and a new packet of tasteless little crackers even though Sans is bound to have a half a dozen open packets leaving crumbs all over his room. On the way back he grabs a spare blanket.

"Aw geeze, did I wake you?" Sans asks, in between shallow breaths. He's sitting on the tile, back to the shower. The little under sink cabinet is open like he'd grabbed it for leverage.

"I wasn't sleeping." Sans winces, and Papyrus can tell mostly from experience that it's more about Papyrus not sleeping than his volume.

Papyrus puts the glass and crackers on the sink counter and drapes the blanket over Sans' shoulders. He looks smaller under the blanket.

"You don't gotta stay," his brother says, like he says everytime. If Papyrus had eyes he would roll them out of his head. Sometimes he thinks they're backwards, the both of them. Sans hates when Papyrus gets sick, can barely stick around to get him something to drink. Papyrus supposes that's what he gets for getting sick so much less now.

"You'll feel better, if you drink the water," he says instead of anything else. It's not really a lie, even if Sans will definitely feel worse at first. His brother heaves a great sigh and reaches for the water, then takes small, hesitant sips. Papyrus keeps his hand on Sans' back.

"You can say it," Sans says, after taking the world's smallest amount of liquid. Even that much makes him wince as his body absorbs it.

"I told you so," Papyrus says, cheerfully. It's their running joke. I told you not to go eating at Grillby's. I warned you about the grease, bro! Sans gets to play his part so much less often now, but sometimes Undyne has a new recipe to try that Papyrus knows is going to upset the delicate nature of his skeletal magic matrix and he eats it anyways because Undyne is a very good friend and also, Papyrus is much better with his diet so sometimes it only hurts a little.

He guesses Sans is the same, he just has more friends.

Sans' eye lights have fuzzed out, a gaussian blur hazing their normally pointed stare. He's made of bone, so he can't quite go pale, but the sticky, cold sweat slime of illness beads up enough Papyrus can tell he's not doing as well as he was three seconds ago.

Papyrus helps prop him up, close enough Sans can lean over the toilet even with his wobbly frame. Papyrus doubts Sans drank enough water to help at this part, so he rubs small circles against Sans' spine and when his brother dry heaves with a miserable little sound Papyrus pats his back like he's trying to get the last bit of sauce out of a can.

They're skeletons, so they absorb magic very easily when they eat. But they're also skeletons, so there are some things they can't process like other monsters. Papyrus isn't sure why or what process is different. He just knows that heavy, rich foods make him and his brother ill. And non magic food is worse. Maybe it's too much and too little magic intent, maybe they were just made wrong.

Sans had kept a little notebook, when they were younger, of all the things that made Papyrus ill after eating. It'd grated on Sans, who would go out of his way to find something new and exciting and fun to eat for once, and have Papyrus squalling afterwards in a disconnected and pained haze. Sans didn't like keeping him on a bland low-magic diet. Sometimes they didn't have the opportunity to be picky about their foods anyways.

Sans never had been, and maybe, Papyrus thinks, that's a habit his brother can't break now that they're grown and whatever delicateness Papyrus has had to build diet around has caught up to him. If Sans weren't so used to eating whatever Papyrus couldn't when they were kids would he be better at sticking to the bland or overcooked low magic foods he needed?

Papyrus uses a corner of the blanket to mop up the slime from Sans' brow and leans him back. He grabs the water again when he sees nothing had made it into the toilet and makes Sans drink more than a shaky kitten's sip.

Sans mumbles something a little too quiet for Papyrus to hear—by design, because Sans' eye lights are more focused now, and the slime is drying on it's own. That doesn't really matter, Papyrus has known his brother for long enough he can identify the self-deprecating tone merely from counting how many beats it's been since he opened the bathroom door.

He wishes Sans would take better care of himself. But Papyrus is always going to be there, so it's okay that Sans doesn't, sometimes. Papyrus is always proud of himself, or tries to be, but in these moments it's always easier. He may be loud, and stubborn, and too optimistic for his own good, but that's exactly why he can help Sans. He doesn't ever startle his brother, because he's loud. He never let's Sans get away with crawling into a metaphorical hole because Papyrus will out stubborn him. And he'll keep doing it, repeating this bittersweet, backwards nostalgic cycle because he's optimistic enough to think it helps.

He's hopeful that one day Sans'll get better, either at remembering his own limits and needs or magically recovering from—well. Everything. But it doesn't matter if he ever does, really.

Papyrus can feel it under his hand before Sans even makes a noise, so he has his brother leaned over the toilet again when he heaves suddenly. This time refuse magic hits the bowl with a splash and Sans makes that startled noise which means it decided to expel itself in every inconvenient way.

Papyrus uses his advantageously long arms to grab a hand towel and waits until Sans' shoulders are shaking less, before pulling him back up a bit.

"Gross," Sans says, and Papyrus has to agree, because somehow the greenish mix of Sans' magic has found its way through his nasal holes, and his eyes. Papyrus offers the towel and Sans takes it, wiping roughly at the magic splattered on him.

Papyrus waits to see if another fit will crash into his brother's frame. Sans just breathes. At some point Papyrus realizes Sans' breath has fallen into a deep and regular pattern, and Papyrus lets his relief relax his tense posture.

Sometimes these fits can take hours to resolve, all night even, into the artifical light of morning. Those times are the worst, because Papyrus has to leave for the sentry job and he knows Sans just crawls into the shower and runs the tap until he either gets enough energy to make it back to his bed or Papyrus finds him sleeping, waterlogged, in the tub.

Papyrus cleans Sans' face with a new towel, catching the many spots Sans missed. He wraps Sans up in the blanket and lifts him up in his arms. It recalls a vaguely mirrored memory in him, a time when Sans used to be taller than him and would swaddle him in the closest thing to a baby blanket he could find.

Papyrus deposits Sans in his room, giving into the urge to tidy just enough that the mattress actually looks like a mattress and not a junk yard. He shuts the door behind him, goes back to the bathroom and when he blinks again the bathroom is blindingly clean and the stink of bleach is almost over powering. He starts to count—white tiles, white light, white towels, black shadows in the corners like ink staining paper—realizes he's better off somewhere he hadn't just scoured clean to within an inch of it's life, and steps out of the bathroom, into the hall, and back into his room.

He's definitely not sleeping.

Sans can sleep well enough for the both of them.

Papyrus wakes up his computer and opens the undernet, typing slowly into the search engine. He finds a pencil from somewhere and a piece of paper. He resolves to, at some point, get a notebook.

He finds a little mommy-cooking blog that hasn't been updated in awhile, with simple recipes. He taps the pencil lightly against the paper as he scrolls through and reads and writes.

#i dont have a pun for writing #skelebros #papyrus #papyrus undertale #sans #sans undertale #sickness cw #illness cw #vomit cw #emetephobia tw #?? #fic #uh..... #GOSH FINALLY #updated the app and it gave me back readmore

[biribaa]

I just really want a fic or something where Squid is secretly crushing on a player who falls asleep while playing the game, just.

I really like Squid he needs more love.

Idk what title give to this one. Enjoy.

TW/CW: None.

The time on the screen read two in the morning, and you can already feel your eyelids getting heavier, heavier and heavier every second that passed in your bedroom in the dark, the only illumination being your computer screen with the variations of pink flashing. It felt like the earth's gravity was against you and it just pulled you down further and further down. Just twenty more attempts...

And you've just noticed Squid being quieter than he should be... The AI went out of death voicelines to mock you, perhaps? You didn't know if you liked it or not, Squid was a pain in the ass sometimes, but you would feel guilty if you don't admit he's hilarious, even cute sometimes.

Damn, you feel that every second that passes the chance of you fainting increases more and more, you just have to finish this level... And maybe another one too.

And as you felt closer and closer to your erasure, Squid thinks, watching you. Gosh, he felt so, so stupid for falling for another human. How could he, after all that happened.

The worst part is, the AI knows you are probally the most stupid of all the other stupid gut buckets he have seen. You know he's a bad one, you know he literally killed half the human race. And yet, here you are from the start, with all the patience passing all levels, no angry yelling, no hitting the table because of rage, no ranting to your friend how much you hated him by messages, nothing.

He hated you because you had common sense. Nothing to hate. No reason to exclaim 'Ha! I knew I wasn't in love! Love is dumb anyway'.

Squid hates how he thinks about you everyday, asking himself what things you would like to get as a gift, what makes you laugh, what kind of animals do you like, your favorite movie, shows, books, game, maybe even musical, what type of clothes you got in your cabinet... He feels dumb, he shouldn't feel like this, but his inner programming says the contrary.

Could Squid find a way to acess your camera? At least he could try to get access to your microphone. He's the doom of humanity, stuff like these are super easy.

In the middle of the process of Squid accessing your camera, he notices the lack of movement in the snail, he would question it, but was already dealing with another something.

Of course Squid was right, it wasn't difficult at all! Piece of cake. The AI ​​would be lying if he wasn't feeling a little excited, he was wondering if you had long or short hair (maybe even no hair at all!), or how your room looked like. What color is you skin, or maybe your eyes, or if you had a animal. And when Squid finally saw your face, he only comes across a human body unconscious in a chair with closed eyes.

...Not what Squid expected...

You still had your headphones on, so carefully, Squid turned the volume down slightly without you notice. And so, he analyze your physical appearance, not bad...

Squid looked at you one last time, opening a grin. "Good night human."

Everything was dark, Squid could barely see your bed, or anything that is present in your current area. It was better to save this one for later, you don't deserve to suddenly wake up because of a game. Screen lighting dimmed, Squid wished he could take you to his bed, but he wasn't able to (for now, at least).

#x reader #canon x reader #reader insert #ai x reader #will you snail x reader #will you snail game #wys #will you snail squid #will you Snail

[tigermark]

extra sweet •ू♡ lee taeyong

- pairing : taeyong x gn!reader

- synopsis : before spending the night with taeyong, you head to the convenient store to by snacks!!

- genre : fluff, like 2 seconds of angst

- contains : established relationship, food, cuddling, watching a scary movie

- a/n : shalala is SO GOODDDDD oh my gosh taeyong is absolutely adorable i love this guy!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy and make sure to stream shalala 😛

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you basically spent the whole day with taeyong, and it was time for you to head home. however, it was very clear that he wanted you to stay. every time you got ready to leave he'd interrupt you with a 'wait but...' and some excuse so you'd have to stay a few extra minutes.

halfway to the door, you were stopped by taeyong who had grabbed your forearm.

"one more kiss?" he says, lips pouty.

you nod, and he pulls you close, connecting your lips. one hand finds its way to your waist, the other combing through your hair. he pulls away, pecking you one last time before he allows you to escape his grasp.

you continue towards the door, looking over your shoulder before opening the door. taeyong's lips have a very pronounced pout, all red and puffy from the endless kisses over the last few hours.

that's when you break.

you run towards him, dropping your belongings somewhere along the way. your arms wrap around him in a bear hug, swaying him side to side.

"i'll spend the night, i know you want me to," you whisper into the back of his neck.

a huge smile creeps onto his face, and all he wants to do is just cheer like he won a nobel prize.

"can we watch that new horror movie on netflix? i heard its really good," he asks excitedly, playing with the hairs on the back of your neck.

you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes. "taeyong, when have you ever sat through a horror movie without screaming your head off?"

he breaks the eye contact, staring at the floor. "like never.. but, i'll man up, i can power through!" he says determined.

you give him a look that says 'i don't believe that for a second, but alright' and nod slowly.

"well, if we're gonna watch a movie we need snacks. do you have any?"

he turns towards the kitchen. "we can go check, i don't think i do though."

you both walk to the kitchen to his snack cabinet, and open it to see a few protein bars, trail mix, and sugar free jello.

"gross, let's just go buy some stuff yeah?" you suggest, looking towards his direction.

he nods, closing the cabinet as you get ready to leave.

"ready?" you ask as he finishes tying his shoelace.

"yup, let's go!!" he says enthusiastically.

the whole walk to the store you held hands. holding hands with taeyong was something else entirely. he made you feel comforted, and 10x closer than you were. his thumb caresses, giggles when you swung your hands, and unnecessarily hard squeezes were more than lovely.

"you think they'll finally have those chips we tried that one time? i guess they're so good that they're always sold out..." he asks, not expecting an actual answer.

"hmm, maybe. i went here a few nights ago and they did, but you know how fast things fly off the shelves," you respond, attempting to be as useful as possible.

upon arriving to the store, taeyong pretty much dragged you to the chip isle. "yn, yn look!! they do have them!!" he says, overjoyed.

"ohmygod we need to buy them!!" you respond, sharing his excitement.

he nods eagerly, shoving two bags into the basket he grabbed on the way in. he wanders down the aisles, you following closely behind.

"what candy do you want?" he asks, looking at you.

"hmm.. how about some chocolate? i'll let you choose which one," you respond.

he smiles at you, reviewing the selection of chocolate they have. he grabs his favorite, the one you knew he would grab, and puts it in the basket along with the chips.

"i have some soda at my apartment, so unless you want anything else we can check out," he says, turning to face you. he sees you eyeing a bag of gummies on the shelf. you grab them, and they get placed in the basket with the other array of snacks.

you make your way to the cash register, and place your basket on the counter.

after making some small talk with the cashier and watching them scan everything, taeyong pays and you're on your way.

"are there any movies you had in mind? you know, in case we do chicken out," you ask, aware of the possibilities.

"not really, but we can always look," he answers, looking down at your hand in his. "i usually just watch some funny youtube videos to calm me down."

you nod at his suggestion, trying not to laugh at the image in your head of taeyong cuddled up on his couch watching something funny after screaming to a jumpscare. you accidentally let out a little giggle, causing taeyong to look in your direction.

"what's so funny?" he asks innocently.

"nothing," you say between laughs.

"no, c'mon tell me!" he pushes.

"it's just the idea of you watching some stupid cat video compilation after a scary movie is so funny to me," you say before bursting out into laughter.

he whines, squeezing your hand tighter. "stop making fun of me! it actually helps, just wait and see!"

you nod through your laughs, and the rest of your walk home is filled with your occasional giggles and taeyong defending himself.

upon arriving back at taeyong's house, you place your bags next to the couch and get some drinks before settling onto the couch.

he turns on the tv and opens netflix, searching for the movie. he pauses to read the movie description, and you hear him let out a shaky breath before pressing play.

the start of the movie pulls you in, and you're more interested than you thought you'd be. taeyong, however, is on edge the whole time. even when there is just a quick camera change you can feel him jump and scoot closer to you.

the actual horror part of the movie starts with a simple jumpscare, and taeyong pretty much screeches. he jumps into your arms, burying his head in your neck. you wrap your arms around him to comfort him, trying your absolute best to not laugh at him.

"is it over..?" he asks, voice shaky.

"well i paused it so unless you wanna finish it yeah," you respond, nodding in the direction of the tv.

"i feel bad ruining this," he rests his head on your shoulder, face turned towards your neck. "i don't wanna move though."

he kisses the skin on your neck closest to his lips, keeping his lips puckered against you. when you trace small shapes on his upper back, you feel him smile. he pulls away from your neck, meeting your eyes.

"can we just watch those kitten videos now..?" he murmurs.

"of course we can," you smile, grabbing the remote to open youtube.

taeyong turns around on your lap, sitting himself in between your legs. you type 'funny cat videos' into the youtube search, clicking on the first result.

you wrap your arms around taeyong's waist, your head resting on his shoulder. you both giggle at the video every now and then, slowly getting tired.

after about an hour of watching stupid youtube videos, you and taeyong are both on the verge of falling asleep.

"c'mon, let's go to sleep.." he says, tiredness lacing his voice.

you nod sleepily, and you let taeyong guide you to his bedroom. his smell travles through the air, making his room seem even more comfortable than it already was.

you both head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together. you put on some of taeyong's clothes to sleep in that he gave to you, and collapse into bed.

taeyong follows you shortly after, tangling your bodies together in a lazy cuddle. his head finds its way to your chest, and you go to play with his hair immediately while taeyong slowly caresses your skin.

it doesn't take very long for the both of you to fall asleep, finding comfort in each other's warmth.

#taeyong #taeyong nct #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct fluff #kpop #nct fanfic #tigermark