#feeling just hurts I wanna shut off but it's driving me mad

[letarasstuff]

Female Rage

(A/N): Initially, I wanted to end this one on a hopeful note. But fighting the war of equality and equity can be pretty hopeless. I tried to be as inclusive as possible, but it's came out in a very binary way. I'm sorry for that and I'm readyto change anything.

Summary: Spencer learns from his daughter how much the patriarchy really sucks.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: the utter feeling of hopelessness in today's patriarchy, unwanted advances, some men suck

✨Masterlist✨

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“Hey, what’s with you today?” Spencer asks after hearing his daughter slamming the front door shut.

Her stomping feet bring her towards the living room, where he sits on the couch with a book in his hands, deciding whether or not he’ll include it in his next class. Looking up from the written words, he instantly spots all the emotion running over (Y/N)’s face.

Now, being a father to a 16 year old teenager wasn’t always easy and especially since puberty started it’s becoming increasingly difficult to decipher his child, but Spencer knows right away what kind of emotional cocktail is playing here: Anger, hurt, a pinch of shock and layered under all of this is a certain type of fear. Which one is up to (Y/N) telling him.

“What’s with me today?” She asks him in an incredulous tone. “With me? What about you? Or your entire gender. No, seriously. How can you men go around, trumpeting how you are the stronger, the smarter, the better, the most superior gender? And mean that? Even going as far as to believe that bullshit”

(Y/N) stops, taking in a deep breath. Her father looks at her with waiting eyes, thinking that she now will calmly explain to him what her whole tirade is about. But it seems that this was just the prologue. Because she continues with even more vigour in her voice than she started with.

“For real, what makes you even think that? Stronger than a person, who was assigned female at birth? Just because you are able to build muscles faster than we? Or lose weight faster than us? You know what I call that? An evolutionary problem, because while I got emergency fat to feed off in the case of, I don’t know, an apocalypse, you will freeze to death.

“Our bodies are, for the most part, able to grow an entire functioning human being. We literally take a breakfast bar and build fingers with that energy.

“And for the smarter part? No, absolutely not. So many findings in history have been stolen from women by men, who greedily put their name on it and call it a day of science. Without women, cars probably would still drive around with windshield wipers. Mary Anderson has been laughed at for that idea, despite being one of the first women to hold a patent. And as soon as it expired, suddenly wipers were installed in all cars. Out of nowhere, it stopped being a dumb idea? Just because you weren’t able to attribute it to a woman?!

“But what more to expect from a gender that made protective gear for their testicles in hockey mandatory a hundred years before doing the same thing with a helmet. Who would have thought that brain cells need protection, too? A woman definitely.

I don’t wanna say one gender is better than the other or that there should be a particular fight between any gender at all, but men make it out like that. Damn it, they make women compete with each other to garner their attention. All those “pick me” girls you make fun of? They are the product of internalised misogyny.

“The baseline is wanting to be different from the “typical girl”, right? Well, what is a typical girl, who defined her and why is it so bad to be typical. Who do I want to be different for? Who is mad that I’m dressing up, putting makeup on or having good friendships with other girls?

“Men apparently, because they don’t want a different girl. They don’t want a well dressed, put together woman for the sake of love or so. They want someone easy. Nothing complicated, not someone, who asks them if these pants do look better with that shirt or this blouse. They don’t want to be confronted with problems. That’s why they made up a narrative of how a woman is supposed to be, solely for their own interest.

“And this whole thing eradicates the beautiful experiences you can have as a woman. I don’t talk about these silly and partly belittling things like girl dinner or girl maths. I’m talking about hyping each other up. Bathrooms in a club are fun, because there are a bunch of strangers, talking another stranger up to shoot their shot. Or down from texting their ex. There is unity.

“So where do men get their audacity?!”

Ending her whole rant with this question, (Y/N) stands in front of her father, seething and looking like she is about to overthrow the patriarchy with her own two hands. Right here, right now.

Meanwhile Spencer has started to shrink into the sofa and looks as physically small as possible.

“Uhm, the audacity for what, Sweetheart?” He asks hesitantly, scared for her reaction, but also knowing that this is something his daughter needs to get out of her system.

“TO WALK UP TO ME AND TRYING TO GET SOMETHING ON WITH ME WHILE HE CLEARLY HAS BEEN TRYING TO DESTROY MY WHOLE PRESENTATION! TO FLIRT WITH A MINOR WHILE HE CLEAR AS DAY IS IN HIS MID TO LATE TWENTIES!”

(Y/N) falls down on the sofa face first, next to her father. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing manner, trying to take the fall after her burst of warranted female rage.

“I apologise. I know, there is nothing I can do against all of what you just said. I also know, like you, that we are talking about a structural problem. It’s nothing that can be solved by a few words. It sucks, knowing that your right to vote is younger than the patent on the first motorised vehicle. It’s not right that you always have to stick up for your rights, while mine will never be threatened.

“Nothing about all of this is fair. That I have to raise you in a way to remind you that any man out there could hurt you. It’s not fair that you have to go tell other men making advances at you about an imaginary boyfriend, because they rather believe in the legitimation of a fake male than your no. That you have to say no more than once, just because someone wants to “make sure you really mean it”.

“I can’t do anything right now that will satisfy you.

“But I can promise you that I will always listen to you. Listen to what makes you mad about this system. I will listen to other people, telling me how the patriarchy failed them. I promise to uplift the women in my life, give credit where it’s due and try to be the best feminist I can be.

But you need to promise me to tell me how I can support you the best in a world that wants to diminish your opinion, your rights and you. Can we do that?”

A short moment of silence gives Spencer the opportunity to think about instances, where he had to endure how (Y/N) being born female made her life more difficult. May it be boys pulling your hair on the playground and the teacher saying that they show love in this abusive way. May it be being called emotional or being told to stop being dramatic while talking about her problems. May it be in simply enjoying stereotypical girly things and being called basic because of that.

“Yes, I promise, I’ll keep you in check. And if you start rambling about how men are superior, I’ll ship you off to the worst retirement home I can find,” (Y/N) says, voice a bit muffled by the couch pillows.

The family continues sitting in silence, the feeling of deep and utter unfairness seeping into their bones.

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[hrts4doie]

thinking abt… mutual masturbation as punishment for haechan

thinking abt how he’d stare so hard at you getting yourself off… his eyes trying to catch every detail of your face and body… and at first, he can’t touch himself, his cock straining in his pants as his fingers dig into his thighs, restraining himself. it’s not until you give him the go ahead, immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you.

he’s satisfied until he’s not. whining out that he can make you feel so much better. he’s practically crying out to you, begging for your touch, only you can make him feel good.

i just fell to my knees…. I THINK YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME. warning this is literally just haechan begging….. IM SORRY

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“you did this to yourself, baby,” you laugh, watching as haechan began to squirm. you were on display for him, fingers deep inside yourself and your cunt dripping, yet he couldn’t touch. every moan that left your lips was pure torture and haechan was whining in frustration. he wanted so badly for you to let him touch, his cock straining against his pants while he sat there watching you.

“please, just lemme touch you,” he began to plead, eyes wide and desperate, “s’not fair. wanna feel you.”

you did nothing but ignore him, closing your eyes as you kept fingering yourself. you knew just how much you were affecting him, letting out soft little moans every time your fingers hit just right.

“baby, please. let me make you feel good,” haechan tried again, his nails digging into his thigh. this wasn’t fair. “c’mon, please? you know i’d feel better than your fingers,” he whines, hating the way he was getting ignored. it should be his cock stuffing you full, not your stupid fingers that could barely amount to just how good he fucked you. he was so needy, too obsessed with your cunt to think about anything else.

“shut up,” you finally let out, opening your eyes to see just how desperate he was becoming. “you don’t deserve to touch me, not after what you said earlier,” you spit out, refusing to give in to his begging. he was going to learn just how badly he needed you to make himself feel good. no one else could bring him the same pleasure that you did, his poor cock useless if it wasn’t you touching him.

“i was just teasing, baby, i’m sorry,” haechan whines again, frustration clear in his voice. he hated this. you were so mean to him and it was starting to drive him mad.

pulling your fingers out and making sure haechan was watching, you began to slowly rub circles on your clit. “feels so good, hyuckie,” you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. you were doing this on purpose and he knew it, getting closer and closer to his breaking point. deciding to spare him just a little, you gave him the go ahead to touch himself.

haechan was desperate, pathetically so, and pulled out his cock at lightning speed. he was so hard that it hurt. he immediately started to touch his poor cock, chasing a release that you refused to give him. but he couldn’t. it wasn’t the same if you weren’t touching him, stroking him to completion and telling him just how good he was for you. he let out another whine, face crumpling.

noticing his reaction, you let out a mocking laugh. “you wanted to touch so badly and now you’re complaining?” you ask, pulling your hand away from your clit. “i thought this was what you wanted?”

“i do, i do—it’s not, fuck,” haechan whines again, “it’s not the same. n-need you to touch me.” he was so humiliated, so close but so far from cumming. he looks up at you with watery eyes and quivering lips, pleading for your touch.

“you need me? even after your little outburst earlier? i thought you didn’t need me to touch your pathetic cock to feel good?” you ask, mocking him once again. he was so close to letting go, tears threatening to spill as he kept touching himself. “tell me how much you need it and maybe i’ll reconsider.”

“p-please, touch me,” he cries, tears finally rolling down his face. “i need you to touch me, please! i can’t—can’t take it anymore, please,” haechan was full on begging now, overwhelmed with the need for you to touch him. every second without your touch was too much for him to handle, causing him to sob as he continued to babble about just how badly he needed you to touch him.

“that’s all you needed to say, hyuckie,” you coo, moving over to where he was. “you just need me to feel good, don’t you?” you ask, knowing the answer. haechan nodded, sniffling as he looked into your eyes. you leaned in, softly kissing him and wrapping your hand around his cock.

quickly starting to jerk him off and swallowing his moans, haechan was so close. you pulled away from the kiss, watching as he fell apart. “i’m s-so close, please,” he begs, thrusting into your hand.

“you were so good,” you praise, speeding up your hand as you stroked his cock. “cum for me, baby,” you whisper into his ear, finally giving him the permission to cum. his hips stuttered, a loud whine leaving his lips as he spills into your hand. you kiss him one last time, pulling your hand away from his spent cock.

“t-thank you,” haechan mumbles, face red as he tries to recompose himself. you couldn’t help but smile, so weak for your boyfriend. no matter how bratty he was, you always gave him what he wanted.

#please let me have haechan on fridays after this #our dms before i posted this were actually insane #hrts4doie asks #haetrack #sub!haechan #i listened to bruno mars while writing this does that mean anything #sub haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #lee haechan #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #donghyuck x reader #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream x y/n #nct dream #nct 127 #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x y/n #sub!nct #sub!idol #dom!reader #haechan hard thoughts

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | twelve.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.5k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, more of a lighthearted chapter hehe but a very oc x minho centered chapter! JJ & chan share some words with minho, hanging out and spending time together, cute lil flashback, small sweet kisses, lots of thoughts about recent events lol, holding hands, feelings being aired out, quickly edited so pls excuse any errors! also pls trust that things will fall into place as they should 😩

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? I got this. Just goooo." JJ whines and tries to shove Minho out of the back area of the café. "You're hanging out with Y/N today and the first thing you think about is coming to the café? Weirdo."

"Shut up, okay? I wanted to bake something really quickly."

"Where are you guys hanging out at now? Is it just you two this time?" Minho nods. 

"Yeah. She said she's been wanting to go to the Conservatory of Flowers, but hasn't since it's kinda far. I offered to take her."

"Hm." JJ hums. "What did Jisung say about this?" Minho shrugs.

"Nothing. We haven't been talking too much. I know he's still mad, but I'm sure we'll talk about it soon."

"I mean truthfully, it's valid. Cause you fucked up." Minho glares at him before shaking his head. "But, I know you're trying to not make things weird. I just hope you both don't fuck this up."

"Yup." Minho pops the 'p' in his response, tired of people associating him and Jisung with 'fucking things up.' Him, mainly. He gets it, though.

"No, but on a serious note. Are you going to tell her?" Minho pauses.

"I will. I will eventually." He looks at JJ.

"As long as you do it and it comes from you. Nobody else." JJ looks at him worriedly. "Promise me that, please? It's the least you can do for Y/N." Minho continues to keep eye contact with his cousin, pursing his lips before letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, I know." Is all he can respond with before swallowing the lump in his throat. It has to come from him. It wouldn't make sense for Jisung to do it, and even if they were fighting about it now, he'd never let Jisung take the blame for this.

It needed to come from him.

"Alright." JJ says. "So, what are you baking exactly?"

"Nothing for you, if that's what you're asking." Minho chuckles. "Kidding. I did get a head start on these brownies for you, though." He sets the timer aside, peeking into the oven at his special for the day. "7 mins left." Minho washes his hands and sets the hand towel aside.

"Didn't you make these already?"

"Yeah." Minho purses his lips together before heading towards the back door of the café. "They're Y/N's favorite."

"This dude." JJ mutters to himself as he watches his cousin hop into his car and drive off. He has to stop by home really quickly to get a few things together [esp himself] before swinging by to pick you up.

"Where are you going?" Chan asks as Minho steps through the door and hurriedly heads up to his room.

"I need to take Y/N to the conservatory."

"For what?" Chan chuckles.

"Just cause. She wants to go." Chan hums.

"I'm assuming Jisung doesn't know about this?"

"He does."

"No, that's not what I'm saying." Minho stops in front of the bathroom to look at him.

"Then, what are you saying?"

"You. Your feelings for her."

"He's aware, I guess." Chan shakes his head and shrugs.

"We can't keep hiding this from her, you know? Especially if you're starting to have feelings again."

"Yeah, I know." Minho sighs. "But Jisung just doesn't wanna talk to me about it. He doesn't wanna talk about any of this. Wants to play things safe."

"It's not going to be safe forever. We're going to end up hurting her more." Chan looks at him worriedly. "Besides, you've called it quits with Kat, right? Officially? No more back and forth shit. You— that—" Chan pauses. "That whole thing was fucked up." Minho's eyes soften and all he can do is respond with a small, subtle nod. "When you say you're done, please mean it. For both their sakes, especially Y/N."

"I know. I.. I mean it. That's done with."

"I get it. The whole accident was hard to process but falling onto Kat shouldn't have been the first thing you thought about while Y/N was in there. But, you should know that's why we're equally scared about the outcome of this, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Alright then." Chan shrugs it off as if he didn't know what else to say. Of course, he couldn't continue to lecture the guy— he's aware Minho has heard it time and time again. "Well, enjoy the conservatory." 

"Mm, yeah. I will." Minho rushes into the bathroom to end the conversation and finish getting ready. The topic has started to dwindle on him and it's been messing with his mood a bit. He knows JJ and his friends come from a good place, and he knows he has to tell you.

It just never feels like the right time.

Or, he's just afraid of ripping that bandaid. He tells himself it's never the right time because he wants to avoid re-opening the wound.

Inevitably, it will re-open and he has to understand that.

By the time Minho is finished getting ready, Chan is also on his way out to head to the studio. They bid their farewells and go their separate ways, Minho brushing off the talks that just happened to put himself in a better place before having you in the car.

Uncle Adrian is just about to get into his truck when Minho pulls up to the curb. He gives him a small smile and wave before hopping in. Minho waits until he pulls out of the driveway with one final goodbye before stepping out and heading to the backyard. As he approaches your cottage, he can hear the soft music playing in your living room area while you hum along. 

"Y/N?" He knocks and calls your name.

"Door's open! I'm almost done." He hears you say before twisting the door knob and entering your space. A gentle, calming smell of lavender fills the room, and it fills Minho with nostalgia.

You brought home some fresh lavender. Like you used to.

He plops on the couch and manspreads, catching up to the group chat with his roommates. He chuckles to himself when he finds Seungmin and Jisung going at it over a certain video game, with Chan trying to change the subject and prevent it from going on. 

seungmin: dude you're full of shit, that game is sooo bad

seungmin: i've seen better

chan: what time is everyone getting back home?

jisung: maybe you're the one who's bad at playing it?! i highly enjoyed it

jisung: the complexity, graphics, story line? chef's kiss

minho: both of you could greatly benefit from being quiet

jisung: all of a sudden

jisung: go pay attention to y/n

jisung: since you wanna be all knight and shining armor now

chan: ooooookay lets relax lmao

chan: so, what's for dinner tonight?

Minho lets out a small, dry chuckle at Jisung's continued passive aggressiveness, but he knows he also just needs a moment to talk to him more about this; to let him know that he acknowledges he was wrong first and foremost, but he truly means it when he'll do better this time around—

"Hi." You pop out of your room in a cute little sundress and your sneakers.

"Hey." He smiles at you and stands. "You look cute." 

"Thank you." You giggle.

"Are you ready? Do you need anything before we go?"

"Mm, no." You grab your bag and phone before looking back at him. "Thank you for taking me. I know it's probably going to be so boring for you. I really would have been okay taking a cab and going by myself."

"No, I don't mind it. I'm happy to take you." He chuckles as he steps out and waits for you to lock your door. You walk alongside of him and scrunch your nose when you look up to meet his eyes.

"You sure?"

"Of course." Minho laughs, letting you settle into the passenger seat before he hops in. This really wasn't unusual for him, anyway. You used to drag him and Jisung to the monthly free admission days that a few museums participated in. He'd go, he loved spending time with you. With his bestfriend. It was always good times.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | JUNIOR YEAR

"Wake up!" You yell as you run into Jisung's room, letting the door hit the wall harshly.

"Cielo, what the actual fuck?" He mumbles sleepily, bed head poking out of his covers. "It's so early."

"It's literally almost 11am and time to start the day." You smack the covers. "Get ready! We're going to the science museum!"

"Have you lost your mind? On a Saturday?" Jisung tries to bring the covers over his head, but you tug on it and pull it back. 

"Nope! It's free admissions day! Minho's already getting ready." Jisung groans. 

"Yeah, because he's your boyfriend! Just take him!

"Nope, you're coming along too.

"I swear to god."

"I'll buy you food later." He groans even louder before tossing the sheets off of him and waddling over to his closet.

"Fine." He mumbles, shooing you out of his room so he can pick his clothes out and get ready in peace. 

Once the two are finally up and ready, you take them to the science museum downtown. It takes about a good 25 minutes to get there with the daytime traffic already beginning, plus finding parking in the garage proves to be even more difficult until you hit the lower levels. The admissions line is a bit lengthy, but it moves quickly, finally allowing you, your boyfriend and your bestfriend to enjoy the museum. 

"What exactly are we doing here?" Jisung's bitter ass wonders as he adjusts his hat.

"To learn new things." You face him just as you slip your hand into Minho's. 

"Okay then, lead the way princess." Minho gives you a toothless smile before letting you begin the journey around the museum. Eventually, Jisung slips out of his exhaustion and begins to enjoy the visit— now also joining in and excitedly pointing at the huge dinosaur exhibit and the aquarium right past it.

As Jisung settles to watch the divers swim around the coral reef exhibit, Minho lags behind you to snap a few candid photos before slipping his arms around your waist and planting a soft kiss against your head.

"Enjoying yourself?" You giggle as he continues to hug you from behind, the both of you a few steps away from Jisung [who is nearly pressed against the front and center with the kids]. 

"Yeah, told you it'd be fun."

"Baby, I never even had a problem with it." He laughs a bit. "At least he's enjoying himself now." You both chuckle at Jisung joining the kids and pointing at different fish.

"I know, grumpy pants." 

"Hey." He gently taps your waist. "Face me."

"Why?" You look at him slyly before turning in his hold to face him.

"Just cause." He smiles before kissing the tip of your nose, down to your lips. "Glad you're having fun."

"Are you having fun?"

"Course. Nothing beats spending time with my girlfriend and the child." You laugh. "Look." He pulls out his phone to show you the pictures he's taken of you. "Like 'em?"

"They're cute! May I have permission to post these?" You ask cutely and Minho laughs.

"Yeah, but. I need a little tip." He puckers his lips, and you give him what he asks for— slightly tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips again. 

"Thank you."

"Mhm." He boops your nose.

"Yo, lovebirds! Let's go check out the insects please." Jisung pleads.

"Why? All you're gonna do is cry about it when you actually see one." Minho furrows his brows and laces his fingers with yours as he follows him to the insects section.

"Oh yeah, so funny." Jisung says sarcastically. "And what about you, funny guy? Like you're any better!"

"At least I don't scream and make a scene when they move!" They continue to bicker as you silently follow along and make your way into the insect section—

Where, as expected, Jisung flinches and nearly knocks a child out after seeing the tarantula on display.

☁︎ END 

"This is for you, by the way." He hands you a small pastry bag with a brownie inside.

"My favorite!" You let out a small gasp before taking it out to begin munching on it. "You wanna share?"

"I have it too many times, Y/N." You chuckle at the small head tilt he does.

"Did you eat or have some coffee?"

"I did. I'm good, promise."

"Okay." You happily eat away at the brownie. "I hope there aren't too many people since it's still early."

"We'll be fine."

"I felt bad for leaving Mrs. Pak alone today, but she said I should go. She went recently and said they have new plants and flowers decorating the place." You look at him. "I think I'm gonna take a few pictures and try to paint some."

"That sounds like a good plan. Did you ever draw the beach from the wedding?"

"I did. Rough draft. I wasn't too happy with it. Maybe I'll work on it a bit more later."

"I'm sure it looks great."

"I'm rusty." You shrug it off. "I asked Jisung if he wanted to come but he said he's seeing his parents today."

"Yeah, he left really early this morning. But, I think he'll be back for dinner. The guys were trying to figure out what to make for tonight. Which, good for me. Gives me a break from feeding their asses." You laugh at the way he slightly huffs after the response.

Sooner or later, Minho pulls into a spot along the curb since the conservatory sits within a bigger central park. The both of you walk towards admissions to buy tickets for the day and walk in, feeling the warmth increase a teeny bit. You pause in your tracks to take in the view, admiring the colorful blends of all the exotic plants and flowers decorating the place. 

Mrs. Pak was right.

Minho does the same with his hands tucked into his pockets, following closely behind you as you take the time to stop in front of all the exhibits so far. You happily read out the facts to Minho as he stands next to you and takes all of this in.

You gently place your palm under some of the flowers to admire them closely, and Minho takes this as his opportunity to start snapping photos of you— just like before. Most of the time, you don't say much to him because you're so engrossed in the plants, the flowers.

And that's okay, as long as you're enjoying yourself. He wants to see you happy.

"Minho, look!" You smile at the huge monstera leaf, holding it in your hands to show him how big it's gotten.

"Hey, that's cute." He says, holding up his phone to take a picture and showing it to you shortly afterwards. "Here." Your eyes glow at the picture, the shyest smile creeping at the corner of your lips once you meet his eyes again.

"I love it. Thank you, Minho. Did you.. take more?"

"I did. I like 'em all. But— " The two of you continue to walk alongside of each other as he scrolls through the pictures he took of you. "This is my favorite. Besides the one I just took." He chuckles a bit, showing you a picture of you tipping the Medinilla flower close to your nose with a cute smile on your face. 

"You actually took photos of me?" You giggle.

"Why not? Gotta capture the moments, right?" He chuckles. 

"I'm shy."

"Why? It's just me, Y/N."

"Cause. It's weird to see myself in photos. I can't really explain it." You giggle and shake your head, subconsciously holding onto his arm as you continue to walk through the conservatory.

"Hm." He hums. "You look beautiful to me." He looks at you with the softest, sweetest eyes.

"You're sweet." You look down at your feet, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Minho is your bestfriend, but he feels more to you. You crave for him, his comfort.

He feels special, feels like something deeper— to you.

"Did you like it? Do you wanna stay around for a little more?" Minho asks when you finally hit the end of the conservatory. He watches as you glance around before shaking your head, smiling up at him with your phone in hand.

"I did like it, but I think I'm good. I took photos of all the plants I want to attempt to paint." 

"Cool." He holds his arm back for you to hold onto. "Wanna go on a walk?"

"Where to?"

"I don't know honestly, let's see where it takes us." 

"Okay." You chuckle.

Minho leads the way down a random path that goes around the central park and into the residential neighborhood that has a few small shops lining the streets.

The sun is still up, and the streets are busier now that it's hitting the early afternoon. Minho gently moves you to the side and away from the street, taking the busier side to keep you safe. The both of you talk a bit about the café and JJ, which then reminds you about San.

"I hung out with Sannie the other day."

"Yeah?" Minho says, kicking the rocks beneath his feet as you continue to walk around in the surrounding area. "How was that?" He's trying his best to not give away the fact that he saw you two happily walking into the theater together. With the way it was going, it was easy to tell you had a good night. He's assuming you'll tell him he made you happy, and he asked you out. This is how the news will be broken to him. He hates thinking about it, but he needs to be here for you first and foremost. If you were happy with San, then he needs to hear it and he needs to be happy for you. He will be happy for you. You are his bestfriend before anything, and you are important.

"Good. We had dinner at that fancy unagi place. Then we ate dessert at Peace Piece before catching Spirited Away at the theater."

"Oh, for the Studio Ghibli event?" Impressive, Minho thinks. He honestly thought San was going to take you to see something else. "That sounded like fun."

"I know, I kinda missed you guys while sitting in the theater. Not that San isn't good company, but it would've been nice to see it with you guys, too." You chuckle. "Hopefully, they do it again."

"Yeah, I'd be down." He responds. "What else did you guys do?"

"Hm, nothing really. He took me to the beach and we talked about some things." Minho looks at you with a brow cocked up— definitely his way of prying for more info. "He.. kinda confessed that he liked me? Not kinda, but.. you know what I mean." You feel the heat rise to your cheeks again, and you suddenly feel shy, maybe a bit embarrassed, to be telling Minho this like it's some silly elementary school crush. 

"Mm. Can't say I didn't see that coming." Minho responds with a drip of sarcasm, making you gently push him with a giggle.

"What do you mean?"

"It's obvious he likes you."

"I guess? We just clicked easily." You sigh. "To be honest, I thought I'd have some genuine feelings for him. But, I realized I felt like I was forcing myself to feel a certain way just cause he was there and we've spent time together." You pout a bit as you look back down at your feet. "Anyway, I told him I wanted to stay friends. I don't wanna ruin what we've built. We just seem.. good this way. I think that's what my mind was trying to tell me and I feel content saying that out loud."

"I'm sorry. I know that's tough, though."

"Hm, it's okay." It falls quiet for a bit before Minho's head shoots up and slows his pace a bit. You almost bump into him with the way your head hangs low, unsure of what is stopping him from moving forward.

"Ice cream?" He points towards the ice cream shop.

"Before dinner?" He laughs.

"It's the only way to do it. Plus, it's a nice little picker-upper." You giggle, letting him lead the way into the ice cream parlor. You two stand off to the side, eyeing the menu before stepping forward to order your ice cream. Minho settles for his to be in a cup, while you fully indulge in a waffle cone. He pays for your ice cream shortly after, with you savoring the flavors on your way back to the car.

As you continue the trek back, you hear sounds coming from nearby. You gently tug Minho in the direction, loosely lacing your hand with his to figure out what's happening at this time of day. To your surprise, there's an event happening in one part of the park nearby, with people laid out on their blankets. It seems to be a family friendly movie event, being that there are a ton of kids running around if not seated with their family. 

Minho takes a seat at an open bench facing the screen and shaded lawn area, leaning onto his knees as he eats away at the ice cream scoops sitting in the cup. You sit as close as possible to him, with your legs brushing against his. He likes the feeling, he likes being close to you. It brings him comfort. 

"Oh, look! They're playing a Disney movie."

"Toy Story." Minho responds. "Such a classic."

"Did you plan this?" You look at him slyly before he chuckles and shakes his head.

"If I say yes, does that give me more brownie points?" You giggle and shake your head, chomping onto your waffle cone. 

"I can say that grabbing ice cream before dinner was the right idea."

"See." He looks at you and smirks.

"Good thing it isn't super cold."

"You're not too cold now though, are you?"

"No. I'm okay." The movie starts and the both of you actually start to watch even though this wasn't really included in the original plan. Minho finishes his cup of ice cream first, tossing it into the trash can nearby before plopping back down next to you. He sits back against the bench, lazily throwing an arm onto the ledge and behind your back. You silently giggle to yourself, assuming Minho was probably trying to be slick about his actions. You don't mind it though, and it makes you settle into your seat a little more— back pressed against the bench, bodies close enough to exchange warmth.

"You sure you're okay?" You look at Minho when he suddenly pops the question, wiping at your mouth once you've finished the cone entirely. You let it marinate for a minute, wondering what he could possibly be hinting at. 

"Of course, why?" You ask him, stuck on what could possibly be bothering you.

"I don't know. The whole thing with San?" Minho hates to ask, but he wants to be sure you're okay. You make an 'o' shape with your mouth before nodding.

"Oh, yeah. I'm okay. I think." You shrug. "I just hope we can continue to be the same as friends. We've built a really good friendship in such a short amount of time, I'd hate to lose that." You look at Minho. "I'm just getting used the world again. You know? Exploring everything, making friends. It'll be terrible to lose a friend already."

"I know, but you won't, Y/N. I'm sure it'll be okay. He seems to feel the same way, and I'm sure he understands."

"I—" You look at Minho worriedly, and he slightly furrows his brows in response.

"Hm?" He hums.

"I think it's my turn to sort out my feelings." You chuckle a bit. "I'm not really sure how to explain it."

"That's okay, Y/N. Take your time." You pause, fiddling with your fingers as your feet sway over the edge.

"Minho?"

"Yes?"

"Would you find it weird if I said I feel attached to you?" He chuckles a bit. "I feel comfortable and safe with you. Like you've always taken care of me. It's nice."

"No. I wouldn't be surprised." He looks at you again with a small smirk. "I've always been the fun one compared to Jisung, anyway." You laugh and playfully push him. "Kidding."

"Seriously. It's not weird? I can't explain it."

"No." He says softly. "We've.. always been—" He pauses as if he's trying to choose his wording. "Really close." He purses his lips. "We've gone through a lot together." He sighs. 

"I see." You respond because you're not sure if you should continue to ask. Perhaps, this was what he wanted to talk more about. But, he wasn't ready. It's obvious he wasn't ready. He knows he should tell you. He's just afraid. Of course, he doesn't wanna be selfish— though, at the same time, he looks at you and realizes he just can't lose you again.

This is the first time Minho has been able to look at you for long. 

"I've really.. missed this." There's a slight pause in between his words, and part of you has to prevent yourself from prying more. You won't out of respect to him, but you also aren't sure what to make of this feeling when you look at him.

Like you love him, adore him— like he means much more to you than you think, than you know.

"We're here now, right?" You smile at him. Minho looks at you, really looks at you— adoration twinkling in his eyes as he softly smiles back. He doesn't say anything, even as he throws his arm around you and pulls you close, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. You lay your head on his shoulder as you two continue to sit there, admiring the surroundings, casually watching the movie.

Sadly, part of you is also overthinking. You can't help but wonder why he wasn't in photos with you. Or, why he was so distant in the beginning. It couldn't just be that he hated taking pictures, or that he was learning how to cope. You were surely missing something to the puzzle. Something that didn't end well, something that happened? Kat? Maybe two young lovebirds who didn't expect their turns in the relationship? But, you trust in Minho to tell you when he's ready.

And who knows, maybe you won't be ready to hear what he has to say. Or, maybe you won't understand what this is all about. Maybe, it'll give you the time that you need. You just hope it isn't entirely heartbreaking.

Whenever it comes.

You trust him.

That's probably what sucks the most because Minho knows you trust him, but you won't after he tells you. He doesn't wanna ruin that today, not just yet— he'll just need to find another day where he can tell you before he gets too wrapped up into this, into you. 

Again.

But he will tell you, he will rip that bandaid. And when that day comes, he'll only hope that you will let him show you that he's better— that he's acknowledged his mistakes and that he is learning from them. Hopefully, you'll still be able to trust him no matter how long it takes.

Hopefully, you'll still look at him with the same love, the same twinkle in your eye.

Hopefully, you'll still smile at him the same way you smile at the blue sky— the sky that makes room for everchanging weather, like dark clouds or thunderstorms. But, the blue sky has always waited behind every dark cloud, or every thunderstorm just to shine again.

Hopefully, you'll see that what you've longed for has always been here, just like the blue sky. 

Minho is your blue sky.

⇢ 12.5 [cloud days]: here

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[pedge-stuff]

accident (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

poll winner! eat up, 54.5% of you. (and, thank you!) if you wanna influence the next thing too… my asks are open…

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," as always.

summary: he can’t lose you.

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You're kind of a sight.

Hunched in the hospital hallway, in your Calvins and socks and nothing more. The Emergency Room of New York Presbyterian is dangerously overcrowded, people streaming in and out of curtained-off rooms emitting beeping alarms and low moans. 

Some nurse had fixed a sling across your shoulder, tucked an industrial icepack against the pulsing swell of your collarbone, wiped some blood from your face and side and hands, and then left you on the bed. Your phone is gone— laying somewhere on the Brooklyn Bridge, probably.

It hurts. Really hurts, now that shock and adrenaline have given way to a bone-weary exhaustion. No drugs yet, haven’t even been seen by a fucking doctor— the pile-up was extensive, whole ER crowded with bloodied and bruised passengers.

Seems like it's just your collarbone that's broken. At least, it feels broken. The nurse touched it, hissed, and muttered something about an x-ray before he was off running towards an urgent-sounding beeping down the hall. Pain radiates up and down your left arm.

Over an hour now, just sitting on a cot in the hallway. The dinner should be half over by now. You wonder, halfheartedly, how mad Pedro is. How long he waited outside the Museum of Natural History before giving up and going into the charity benefit by himself. Oscar and Elvira were supposed to be there, so at least he wouldn't be completely alone. But, still. You couldn't give him a heads-up without a phone.

Eyes closed against the bright fluorescents, you attempt some deep breaths, concentrating on the bite of the plastic ice against your bare skin. No idea when they’ll let you leave, but you’re fantasizing about going the fuck home. Seems like maybe a lot of things need to happen between now and then.

“— there, fuck.” A familiar voice, close.

Blinking, you wonder for a second if you are hallucinating. A familiar head of brown-and-grey curls is bobbing and weaving down the hallway. You catch flashes of the emerald suit that was hanging on the closet door this morning, fresh from the dry cleaners.

Pedro may as well be floating, with the speed he reaches you. How the hell?

You barely have time to register his presence before there are warm hands on your cheek, your neck, the back of your head. 

"Oh, thank god. Jesus christ." Pedro is looking you up and down frantically. You realize you don’t really know what you look like right now. Covered in goosebumps, cold and a little numb and very exposed. Possibly a little bloodier than the last time you saw him.

“What are you doing here?” It is the only question you can think to ask, though it feels like a really stupid thing to say.

He busies himself with kissing your face. Panic-stricken, feather-light things, all along your brow line and the bridge of your nose. Your cheeks are still cradled in his large palms.

When he pulls back, Pedro's eyes are glossy. His mouth opens and closes, like he doesn't quite trust himself to speak, dragging in a shaky inhale. "Baby I’m your next of kin. The police called and said you'd been in an accident. Said you were at Presbyterian, couldn't tell me how serious it was, if you were still—" Voice cracking, he squeezes his eyes shut, slow tears trailing from the corners of his eyes.

Your cheeks are suddenly cold as he pulls back to scrub at his own. "Sorry," Pedro whispered. "I was really fucking scared. Jesus. The Uber was driving so slow, and I was worried that we would get here and it would be too late. Or that it was already too late, and I didn't even know."

It is your hand to cup his cheek, with the hand not currently strapped and elevated. "It's okay. I'm okay, we're okay. Everything is okay." You brush a thumb across his cheekbone.

"You're not okay," he sniffs mournfully. Suddenly, Pedro pulls back, looking you over again. "What's the damage?" There is a frantic quality to his examination, eyes wide, brow furrowed.

“I think my collarbone’s broken, otherwise just cuts and bruises. Seatbelt did it." He hisses, inspecting the sling without daring touch it.  "I don't really know what's going on— it seems like some people got really hurt." 

You remember, at the last second, to act 27 though you very much feel 17. Square your throbbing shoulders, alert. It’s something you are maybe a little too conscious of: the jailbait soulmate.

It lasts all of ten seconds— a replaced hand in your hair tips you forward, gently, until your forehead is pressed against his starch-shirted stomach. Warm fingers rub the nape of your neck, migrate down the length of your bare spine.

Involuntarily, you shiver. "Baby, where are your clothes?"

"I don't even know, at this point. The nurse was supposed to bring back like a gown or something, but that was over an hour ago." Before you've finished speaking, he is shrugging off his suit jacket, careful as he drapes it over your slung shoulder.

Your brain is slowly catching up to the absurdity of the circumstances. "Pedge, did you leave the dinner?"

He gapes at you. "Of course I left the dinner, are you insane?"

"You were supposed to be speaking!"

"You are in the hospital. There is nothing more important to me, sweetheart, and no way in hell I would stay at that stupid dinner knowing you were here." You pull yourself away, reluctantly and slow, to sit up. Pedro thumbs your jawline, tilting your head up slightly, so that you meet his eyes.

"I love you," he says softly. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I don’t want to know.”

Chaos continues around you. Other patients are waiting for other nurses, crowded on other cots, with other broken extremities. But none of them could possibly be as lucky.

At your insistence, Pedro gingerly takes a seat beside you on the bed. Your legs bump where they hang off the side. Pressing your uninjured side against his, you sit, and wait.

Still half-naked and exposed, unmedicated, exhausted, but at peace.

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[cyberjam]

TANGERINE AS YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER !!

there's a lack of tangerine fics on here so i decided to take things into my own hands !

warnings - slight nsfw

word count - 2.3k~

song: sparks - coldplay ୧

NOT PROOF READ !! >_<

tan - 🍊 | lem - 🍋 | you - 🍓

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- THE CRUSHING STAGE -

- when tangerine first met you he never would've thought that the two of you would become such important aspects in each other's lives.

- he thought he would probably see you once in his entire life, but the universe had different plans.

- you'd start running into each other way more than expected.

- he was honestly a little annoyed with how much he kept seeing you.

- " ya' stalking me, love?" - 🍊

- you rolled your eyes and bit back with a snarky remark. thus creating your frenemies relationship.

- everytime you ran into each other he'd say something backhanded and you'd reply right back with unexplainable quickness.

- these interactions lasted for approximately 10-30secs, sometimes a minute if you were lucky.

- well, it was no different when you ran into him and lemon after leaving a bar.

- you greeted and complimented lemon since it was your first time meeting him and then went on to give tangerine the usual teasing remark.

- it didn't sit right with him.

- he was jealous annoyed.

- he didn't even understand why he was jealous because the two of you never really built a relationship outside of being assholes to each other whenever you crossed paths.

- throughout the day lemon noticed how his brother was more annoyingly grumpy than usual and ended up asking him about his foul mood.

- tangerine keeps his mouth shut, but lemon sooner or later finds out it was because of what had happened between the three of you earlier that day. (he's very good at reading people)

- lemon calls him out for it.

- " Don' even know 'er, but it's clear you like the bird. Stop bullshitting and just ask 'er out." - 🍋

- tangerine doesn't ask you out, he doesn't even speak to you.

- he avoids you like the plague for weeks.

- he didn't want to have feelings for you. you weren't a terrible person by any means but he couldn't possibly have time for a love life with his profession.

- lemon noticed how tangerine was a little thrown off of his rhythm and figured it was about the situation between you two.

- he ended up giving tangerine annoyingly good advice and told him that life isn't just pain and death and how it wouldn't hurt to step into the dating world if he was interested in someone.

- love is a human emotion after all.

- tangerine contemplated his situation.

- you were on his mind too often for his liking and it was starting to drive him mad.

- tangerine nearly dying in a mission was what it took for him to finally approach his feelings.

- that mission shifted his thinking a bit and made him realize that his time was truly limited and he didn't want to waste it without even trying to court you.

- so, the next time you two ran into each other he asked you out.

- "seriously? i don't see you for nearly 3 months and all of a sudden you wanna go out for drinks?" - 🍓

- "yeah..." - 🍊

- You accept his invitation because you missed him terribly and was pretty heartbroken when you stopped running into him.

- the night is of course pure bliss.

- you two have drinks, you laugh together, theres a lot of smiling, and light flirtatious touches from both parties.

- he'll tell a joke and you'll laugh, resting your hand on his bicep, while his hand is resting just above your knee, softly caressing it.

- once he drops you off at your apartment complex he tries to kiss you goodbye.

- you reject his affection because he kept you waiting for so long and you wanted to make him work for it.

- he was feigning for you at that point.

- he loves a small challenge. and your affection was something he would fight to win over.

- three/four dates went by before you let him kiss you.

- he didn't hold back.

- you were squished between your apartment door and his body. he held the back of your neck and gripped your waist with such vigor.

- you honestly would've had him right there if he asked.

- you two made out at your door for a few minutes before he broke away with a smirk and dazed expression.

- he wiped away your messy lipstick from the bottom of your lip and you didn't hesitate to return the favor.

- " til' next time, yeah?" he'd quietly murmur before tilting your chin and leaning in, placing a gentle peck on your lips.

- "til' next time." you'd whisper even though he was long gone and in the elevator.

- THE DATING STAGE -

- man spoils the shit out of you.

- if you thought his stealing habit was bad before, it's gotten 10x worse now that he's with you.

- you don't encourage it at all and you even scold him for it but he just can't help himself.

- whenever he sees something that even remotely reminds him of you, he's taking it and slipping it into his pockets.

- sooner or later you get overwhelmed with the load of expensive/flashy items he's giving you and eventually ask him to tone it down.

- he'd definitely be a little hurt because gift-giving is his main love language. but he wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort whatsoever, so he tones it down.

- you and lemon are the cutest duo.

- you indulge in his thomas the tank engine brain rot and listen to him talk about it for hours on end.

- on days you're both bored he'd make you binge thomas the tank engine with him since tangerine won't engage in such "childish shit."

- it's always a good time tho, he loves adding in his own commentary and insulting diesel whenever he appears on screen.

- you gave him a few thomas the tank engine glass figurines and gave him new stickers for his birthday and he was really happy about it. he nearly cried :').

- he appreciated your gift A TON. that was also the first time he gave you a bear hug.^^ (your feet literally weren't touching the ground for a good 15 seconds.)

- tangerine gets kinda annoyed by the relationship you two have but he's even more endeared by it.

- he's glad that the two most important people in his life like each other and can bond over something, even if it feels like they're slowly melting his brain with how much they talk about it.

- the two days before he leaves for his jobs are always the saddest.

- his job is really dangerous and there's never a 100% guarantee that he'll return so the two of you spend your time under each other for those remaining days.

- cuddling, kissing, fucking (and a little crying from you because you worry about him.)

- once you two started to get really serious and planned on moving in together, he had told you about his job and what he (and lemon) did for business.

- he wanted to make sure you were completely in with the relationship like he was.

- you were annoyed and pretty upset when you found out because of how long he kept it from you but you understood and your feelings towards him didn't change a single bit.

- he was pretty relieved when you told him you still loved him and wanted to be with him no matter what he did for work.

- living together is pure bliss really.

- baths and showers together are pretty frequent, most of the time not even sexual.

- he doesn't even mind doing face masks with you, you don't have to convince or beg him to do it.

- he will frequently pay for spa days for you.

- usually including a mani-pedi (he loves french tips), facial, wax, massage, etc... he loves to pamper his s/o.

- he usually arranges those spa days when he's away at work so you don't think about him too much.

- you get worried like any s/o would when he goes away. but his small texts throughout the mission (that are sometimes accompanied with a blurry pic of his fancy pointed shoes or lemon doing something in the background) relieved you until he came back.

- his missions can either be a quick two days or a long 2 months. he has a unpredictable schedule.

- the days he comes back, lemon doesn't even bother being in the same house as you two. he drops tan off and books a hotel for two days.

- you might be asking why and the reason is because you two are all over each other as soon as he gets back.

- i mean you two fuck so loud and do not hold back your moans/groans/screams.

- you'd think someone was watching a football game or getting murdered.

- tangerine can either be in the candlelit dinner, soak in the tub together, and then slow passionate sex after mood or the fuck you in whichever room you're in once he finds you mood. (you two have done it everywhere except lemons room, mainly out of respect for him)

- oh god, DO NOT WEAR LINGERE ON HIS DAY BACK. (for your safety and for his sanity)

- he will actually rip it to shreds without a care and will ravage you.

- he will not hold back if he's been gone for too long and that can lead to very exhausting mornings and aching body parts.

- honestly sex between you two only happens before and after missions. his sex drive isn't that high.

- i feel like he doesn't like to makeout that much. he feels like he's being teased and would rather just get straight into it. but if you love to kiss, he'll indulge in your desires.

- he definitely has a oral fixation.

- he loves going down on you and loves when you go down on him. both options are equally enjoyable to him.

- this might be a bit controversial but i feel like he doesn't really like to be called daddy.

- i think he'd prefer to be called sir, his name, or just the usual pet names you give him.

- he's okay with certain kinks but he strays far away from anything that can cause you any physical pain or will make you cry.

- he only inflicts pain on people when he's working or because some asshole got on his last nerve.

- he'd never bring that type of stuff home and do it to you.

- he isn't really into degrading either. he'd rather praise/tease you.

- he'd degrade you if you wanted him to but he won't really enjoy it as much as you would 😭 (sorry for the people with pain/degrading kinks)

- prefers to be a power top (and usually is) but he enjoys when the roles are reversed and you take control every now and then.

- he's honestly a very passionate lover, and not just in the bedroom.

- he's sweet and is always very soft with you. and only you.

- you rarely ever get into arguments because his patience with you increases by 1000.

- if he makes you cry he'd drop the entire argument in seconds and apologize.

"m' sorry for raising my voice, love. i know you don' like me yelling like that." - 🍊

- if he ever gets annoyed by you or is just in a really shitty mood, he'll keep some distance between the two of you to avoid snapping on you.

- you two definitely still tease each other, but his sly remarks are much lighter in tone from before, and he never really means any harm behind his words.

- he'll go from "I'LL BASH YA' FUCKIN' FACE IN, YOU PRICK!🤬." until you call him and then he's like "yes, darling i'll stop by the cafe you like on the way home🥰."

- he's very loud and low-tempered around others but he's so soft-spoken and calm around you.

- people who have ran into him would be surprised by the 180° his personality takes when he's with you.

- he definitely leans more into affection around you. i think he used to be awfully touch-starved before you two started dating :(

- tangerine is a very good-looking man, so women are throwing themselves at him any chance they get.

- he never gives them the time of day unless he's on a mission and needs something from them.

- say there's a lady at this fancy event who's constantly bugging him and trying to feel him up.

- he'd indulge in her flirting for a while if he sees something of worth. like a pretty necklace that he thinks will look good around your neck and not hers.

- and before you know it he has her necklace and is on his way home to add to your already impressive jewelry collection. (he has taken more than the same piece of jewelry twice.)

- he'll slap anyone's hand away if they try for a simple handshake or hug. but if you were to open your arms up to him, he'd lose himself in your embrace without any hesitation.

- your nicknames for him would be tan, love, meanie, babe, dove, and possibly more.

- his nicknames for you would be darling, your name but shorter or your middle name (if you have one), love, gorgeous, and very very rarely calls you this next one, it's only when he's in the extra soft mood-

- but sometimes he'll call you muffin.

- you swore up and down you'd never let your s/o call you cringy ass names like lovey-dovey boo-boo bear but you absolutely crumble whenever he calls you muffin. and he knows the affect that nickname has on you.

- the first time he called you it is when he was trying to calm you down from a panic attack.

- the club you were at got ransacked and shot up, lemon and tangerine were able to protect you from any harms way and all three of you left unscathed.

- you were still very shaken up from the event because you've never experienced anything like it.

- tangerine held the sides of your face and stared deeply into your eyes with a empathetic look in his eyes.

- he'd console you in the softest voice he could manage.

- 'y'alright muffin? it's over now, you don' 'ave to be scared, you're safe.' - 🍊

- ' i wouldn't let anyone hurt you, alright? not when you're with me.' - 🍊

- he reacts the same way when you call him pumpkin. he'll act like he hates it but he adores it sm.

- you're definitely the baker and he's the cook.

- lemon loves living w/ the two of you because he eats good at least 4/7 days of the week(if you guys don't order takeout or have leftovers.)

- cooking or baking together is usually the most intimate activity you two do. it always puts him in the domestic mood.

- he enjoys being around you, even if you two aren't interacting in any way. he's just content with being in your presence.

- sometimes he will overthink and have doubts about the relationship you two have.

- he really feels like he doesn't deserve you. he's a cold-hearted murder and you simply weren't. you two were complete opposites in almost every aspect.

- he wonders how he got such a warm-hearted and gentle person to be in love with him.

- he doesn't want you to leave him but at the same time he'd completely understand if you did. he's a huge asshole to mainly everybody and is a murder for gods sake.

- you love him way too much to ever leave him tho.

- you're always really quick to shoot down those terrible thoughts and reassure him.

- you always know when he's thinking of stuff like that because his usual annoyed frown is different from his sad frown.

- tangerine is truly grateful for you and appreciates the things you do for him.

- he loves you and you love him.

- lemon is more than happy for his brother but god, he feels queasy around you two sometimes.

whewwww, 🤧 i had a few more ideas but i felt like this one was getting too long.

hopefully you enjoyed it!! <3

#tangerine x reader #bullet train tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff #bullet train headcanons #bullet train fanfic #bullet train imagine #bullet train x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fanfic #tangerine fic #tangerine headcanons #tangerine imagine #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you

[oddly-casual]

This entire scene makes me hurt but I wanna talk about this part in particular because it drives me insane.

Like- Splinter knows they aren’t just running errands. He can see his sons sneaking out thinking their slick and he found all their human stuff bc he’s nosey and if his sons won’t talk to him he’ll just have to investigate himself right?

So Splinter knows his sons are hiding something from him because duh- and he knows they want to be apart of the human world but he’s scared they’ll get hurt so he tries to bring the human world to them.

And you can just see the cringe and discomfort in the boys eyes because their father keeps trying to make them stay but it’ll never be in the way they want it, but they clearly feel bad.

And the real kicker is when Splinter tries that thing he did in the beginning of the movie, where he presses his sons about the truth but he specifically looks at Leo, like the screen cuts to Leo and even Raph looks at Leo because Splinter knows his eldest son would never lie to him.

But then he does

Leo lies right to his fathers face no hesitation and Splinter gets that look that just screams ‘i lost them’ because even if his son’s disobey the rules and don’t talk to him anymore, Leo was like Splinter’s insider into what his kids are doing and how to keep them safe. Splinter lost their trust.

But now even Leo is shutting Splinter out, so Splinter has been completely walled off by his sons and to Splinter he has no idea why because he’s just doing this to protect his kids.

Looking at it from Leo’s perspective, he has a strong sense of Justice. In the beginning when their father grills them about where they’ve been, Leo caves immediately even though he knows it’ll make everyone mad at him.

He braces himself for it too. There’s no reward in telling the truth but Leo does it anyway.

But Leo is a teenager, and teenagers tend to act in their own self interest. So when Leo keeps snitching and it only leads to punishment on all sides

Isolation from his brothers, distance from his father, of course Leo is going to cut his losses and stick to the thing that brings him joy. Possible acceptance and April. It’s also the most we see him bond with his brothers since Leo isn’t trying to follow their fathers rules.

#mutant mayhem #tmnt #tmnt mm #mm splinter #mm leonardo #mm spoilers #Leo👏has👏eldest👏daughter👏syndrome👏 #i could talk about Leo a lot from this movie because there’s a lot left unsaid #Like most of what we gather from his relationship with his family is very show don’t tell #In the beginning it’s Donnie Raph and Mikey goofing off and making fun of Leo and Splinter #even if Leo always does what’s right you can tell it was kinda taking a toll on him because he felt so isolated #on the rooftop scene when Raph uses Leo’s sword he’s Literally sectioned away from his brothers in the dark #but after they start taking down Superfly Leo is always with his siblings in the light and the dark #most siblings bond in way parents could never because it’s like having a best friend to do stuff with #and Leo being the ‘snitch’ siblings basically excludes him from sibling bonding and it sucks #leo literally had to choose between his dad and his brothers and Leo didn’t like his dads rules either #anyway I’m ranting point is i feel bad for Leo

[comphetkoncass]

For the devotion prompts, maybe “You could put a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t flinch.”?

thank you for the prompt!! :0

timkon + fear gas <3

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The Titans Tower is still set to lockdown protocol. Just like it has been for the past eight hours.

Or -- more accurately, Red Robin's room is still set to lockdown protocol. Nobody in, nobody out, until Tim, still in full Red Robin costume and weaponry, deems himself safe.

It's driving them all nuts, really, not being able to check on their teammate. Their friend. But it's driving Kon nuts most of all, because he has the most guilt for why Tim felt the need to lock himself in there in the first place.

Kon's been doing rounds outside of Tim's door -- in plain view of the security camera, which might be doing just as much harm as good, depending on how much fear toxin is still in Tim's system. But Kon can't help it. He has to stay close, just in case.

In case of what, he's not sure. But he can't bring himself to leave Tim's side. Or, as close to his side as he can get, on the other side of a meta-proof door while Tim rides out the remnants of fear gas.

They got Tim the antidote, of course. But not without struggle, and not until hours and hours had passed with it already in Tim's system. And unfortunately, not without a fight that could have killed all of them, because Tim is a crafty, resourceful, paranoid bat, and he held his own against Kon, Cassie, and Bart combined.

In the end, Kon had to be the one to administer the antidote. Kon winces as he remembers holding Tim in place with TTK; as he remembers Tim's panic, his surety that he was going to die in Kon's arms. As bad off as Tim is right now, that's going to be haunting Kon's own nightmares for a while.

But in the here and now, Tim's heart rate has finally calmed down, well out of the danger zone. He's still in the throes of a panic attack until this new strain wears off, but it won't be deadly.

Kon just wishes that stupid fucking door would open.

Cassie was right to stop him from breaking in, or course. She'd informed him that Tim has every right to feel safe, to protect himself from real and imagined threats. That of course he was terrified, three metas had forced him down when Tim thought he was fighting for his life. Not to mention, Tim had been terrified of hurting them, too.

"Don't make me use this," he'd said, heart rabbit-fast as he held a hand over the lead box on his hip. The one containing kryptonite. "Don't make me use this on you, Kon, I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me do this, you have to snap out of it. Don't let Luthor win, he can't control you!"

Kon squeezes his eyes shut. Yeah. That will definitely be haunting his nightmares.

Logically, Kon gets it. It really is for the best, that Tim's locked himself in a safe place. Tim's afraid, and rightly so, of both being killed and having to hurt his friends. He deserves space to ride out his panic attack, even after getting the antidote. But Kon can't help it. He patrols close anyways, waiting for a signal, any signal, that Tim has come back to reality.

Kon can't help it any longer. He has to know.

He speaks directly into the security camera, knowing good and well Tim has speakers built in. That he's probably monitoring everything very, very closely.

"I promise I'm not here to hurt you," Kon says. "I don't know if you believe that yet, so I hope I'm not freaking you out more by being here. Just wanted to make sure you knew that."

There's no response from the speaker outside the door. Kon sighs.

He rests his fist gently on the door. He almost wants to knock, like he actually expects entry. "We're all just worried about you, and wanna make sure the antidote worked. No one's mad about the fight, we all know you were just trying to defend yourself from what you saw. Whatever you're feeling right now... I just want to be there for you, man. Fear toxin sucks ass. I hate that you're going through it alone. But if I'm freaking you out by staying so close, just tell me to leave and I will. I promise. But I'm not going anywhere until then."

The speaker still doesn't turn on. No acknowledgement that Tim even hears him.

Except, of course, for the tiniest of upticks in his heart-rate, followed by it slowing. Slowing, until it reaches just slightly-elevated levels. Kon's shoulders relax as he hears it. Tim might really be okay now, at least physically.

"Well. I just hope you feel better soon," Kon says. He splays his palm out against the cool metal, a bittersweet smile on his face. "Get some rest if you can, man. We'll be here when you're ready-"

"Don't go."

The speaker comes to life, a shaky, tinny voice coming from the overhead. Undeniably Tim, even if he sounds absolutely wrecked.

"Tim? You okay in there-?"

"Don't go," Tim says. Hoarse from screaming himself raw. God. A knot forms in Kon's stomach, but at least he has more proof Tim will be okay. He tries to focus on that. "Stay -- stay in view of the camera. So I can see you."

Kon's brows furrow.

He can't tell if that means Tim still suspects that he's going to hurt him or what.

"I can do that," he says. "I won't hurt you, though. I'll stay put, but even if I had to take a leak or something, I'm not- no one in this Tower is going to break in or hurt you, I promise."

"That's not-" Tim breaks off to take shallow breaths. Kon winces at the sound over the speakers, but wouldn't trade it for the harrowing silence of not knowing. "That isn't- I'm not afraid of you hurting me."

Kon's heart drops. So Tim is more wrecked from threatening his friends than from the terror of thinking they were here to hurt him. He doesn't care about his own safety, of course not. Tim's not thinking about how his hallucination showed him that Cassie joined Ares and wanted to conquer the world, starting with Tim. That Bart was a serial killer from the future sent to murder Tim -- something so far-fetched Kon doesn't even want to ask about it. Or that Conner was mind-controlled by Luthor. Again. But he puts on a brave face anyways, because no matter what, he has to be there for his friend.

"Well, that's good, because I'm not afraid of you hurting me, either," Kon says, voice even and matter-of-fact. His own hero voice. It's not as authoritative as Tim's Robin voice, but it's not bad, either. He's practiced enough, lately.

Tim's quiet for a long while, the speaker picking up on every shaky breath.

Then, finally.

"I had kryptonite ready for you. You should be afraid."

"Yeah. But you didn't use it then, and you definitely won't use it now," Kon says. "I trust you."

"But I-"

"Tim, buddy. Listen to me. You could hold a knife to my throat and I wouldn't flinch."

That, at least, gets a shaky laugh out of Tim. "You're invulnerable."

"A kryptonite knife, then." Kon looks up to the security camera and smiles ruefully, hand still pressed to the door. "I'll be here as long as you want. But whenever you want to open that door, I'll be there. I'm not afraid of you."

The speaker goes to static again as Tim struggles for words, still picking up only the sound of his friend's shaky breathing. Kon almost doesn't need super hearing to pick out his heartbeat through the door; he can almost hear the thump-thump-thump through the speaker itself.

But then, all too soon, it clicks off.

Kon wilts outside the door. His posture sags, and he's left wondering what he's said wrong this time, to make Tim shut down again. He reluctantly pulls his hand away from the door, ready to give Tim some distance and just walk a few laps in front of the camera instead.

But then, like a dream-

Click. Whoosh.

There's the press of a button, and the metal shutters over the door lift. Kon waits with baited breath, frozen until the door itself opens. Tim stands on the other side, absolutely soaked with sweat. His eyes are wild with still-dilated pupils, his knees shake so badly that he can barely stand, and he looks pale as death.

But though he looks like he's just gone another round with the Clench, he's still standing.

"I'm going to shower," Tim says, white-knuckling his grip on the doorway. His voice is only slightly less shaky than before. "Then I'm going to drink as much gatorade, water, and pedialyte as I can fit in my stomach without puking. And then I'm going to sleep."

Kon watches him a moment. Tim's expression is unreadable, but there's still panic inside of him. He's still definitely under some of the after-effects of the fear toxin.

"Okay," Kon says simply, watching him for a moment. "What can I do to help?"

Tim squeezes both hands into fists. He takes a shaky breath. Then, "You're going to watch the bathroom door while I shower. And you're going to have Bart drop off everything, especially the gatorade. The - the blue kind. And then you're going to stand guard while I sleep. And you're not going to call me paranoid for any of it." Tim swallows hard. "And then we're never going to talk about this ever again. Got it?"

Just like that, it breaks the spell. The tension of the last eight hours lifts.

"I can do that," Kon says simply. "Go shower. I'm right here."

It works. Tim's entire body sags, exhausted from being awake and terrified for so long. He lets out a single, shuddering sigh, then he nods, and pulls himself as upright as he can manage.

Then Tim spins on his heel and marches to the bathroom without another word.

Kon stands faithfully outside as promised, even as it fills up with an ungodly amount of steam. He can hear when Tim sits down in the shower -- when he starts to cry from the overstimulation of the past eight hours. When he pukes up what little is left in his stomach, then scrubs the vomit off his tongue with as much toothpaste as he can manage.

But when Tim emerges, all wet hair and clean clothes -- and Kon respectfully doesn't comment on the Impulse hoodie over a Superboy shirt and Wonder Girl sweats -- there's a little bit of color in his face again. He looks better. Not perfect -- but so much better than the fevered, terrified mess he'd been just hours ago.

Kon opens his arms for a hug, and Tim falls face-first into his chest.

As promised, there are fifteen bottles of assorted electrolytes are sitting in a massive pyramid on Tim's nightstand, courtesy of Bart. Cassie also took the initiative to drop off a weighted blanket, as well as Tim's phone, a charger, and a note promising that Batman wouldn't be calling to check on him for at least a day.

"I'm right here," Kon says, hand resting strong and steady against Tim's back. "You're okay. Everyone's okay."

Tim curls his fingers into Kon's shirt, and Kon thinks, for the first time in a while, that they both believe it.

#timkon #young justice #tim drake #kon-el #conner kent #cdw writes #thank you for the prompt!!! this was a lot of fun to write

[queen-of-hellfire666]

What do you want? [Billy Hargrove X fem reader]

Warnings: smut!!!!!, piv, oral, fluff friends to lovers

Me and Billy Hargrove have been best friends since we were babies. He always taking care of me and sticking up for me. Now I moved to Hawkins with him.

“Hey, Billy I’m going to go get our food be back soon!” And with that I was out the door.

Not too long later I arrived hearing the shower running. ‘He probably worked out and is taking a cold shower.’ I thought to myself sitting the food on the table and portioning it out.

That was until I heard moaning.. “Oh my god y/n…” it came out low and breathy. I thought he might be playing a joke so I walked toward the bathroom.

“Yeah right there baby…” he whimpers. I slowly peak in through the crack of the door seeing the silhouette jerking off. “Oh y/n, you feel so good!” A gasps catches in my throat and I slam the door shut, cursing myself for being so stupid.

“Hello?” He calls out and the water stops running. I sit at the table, my core throbbing. He’s my best friend and I would be wrong to say I haven’t thought things like that about him.

“Y/n?” Billy asks stepping around the corner. “Hey, I got our food.” I smile softly trying to hide the turn on. “How long have you been-?” He starts to question.

“I just got here like 1 minute ago or so.” I lie through my teeth. I can’t say it wasn’t hot but I was shocked. “Okay.. let me go get changed.”

I never thought he would think of me that way to. He always had so many other girls to fantasize about.

I watch as he walks away the towel slipping innocently. “Billy?” I call out. “What?” His voice muffled by the door.

He opens the door his entire body naked. “I know you seen me or heard me.” He stands there. “I-I..” he laughs. “You can’t lie, you’ve wanted this.” He licks his lip.

“I-I mean.. yes..” He pulls me in the bedroom smirking. “Tell me, tell me what you want baby.” He nips at my ear.

“I w-want you..” I whisper. I cringe at how needy I sounded. “What babygirl? What do you want?” He teases licking stripe up my neck.

“I-I want you to fuck me..” I whimper in desperation. “Lay down and strip for me baby.” He growls smirking.

I obliged taking my clothes off as fast as I can. “How long have you wanted this?” He massages my thigh.

“Long time..” I whisper softly. “Mm, I’m sure. Spread.” I spread my legs willingly. “So wet.. and I haven’t even touched you! Such a dirty little girl.” He nips at my thigh.

He slips a digit into me. “Mm, so tight.” He growls against my heat. He slowly pumps a digit in and out of me. “Want another?” He asks smirking. I nod furiously groaning.

He attaches his lips onto my bundle of nerves. “Billy!” I whimper out grabbing his hair. He smirks. I buck my hips into his face as he thrusts his tongue in me.

“Oh Billy…” I whine. He thrusts his tongue faster. “Billy! Oh Billy I’m gonna cum…” I moan throwing my head back.

I whimper out as I release on his tongue. “Oh billy!” He mimicks licking his lips. “Shutup..” I whisper hiding my face.

He kisses me gently, I can taste myself on him and it drives me mad. “Now I’m in a predicament.. see.. would you help me?” I nod vigorously.

“Alright baby girl. Lean back, relax this is all you.” He kisses me up my stomach. “Billy..I’m.. I’m a virgin.” He nods. “I know.”

He kisses my neck and nips at my nipples. “Alright, darling.” He slides a condom on. “You ready?” I nod watching him position himself over me.

“If you want me to stop then say it. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He whispers. I nod kissing him.

He slowly thrusts in. “Oh… oh my god!” He groans. “Your so tight.. so fucking tight.”

I whimper at the stretch. “Hey, you okay? You okay?” He asks caressing my face. I nod.

“You can move.” I whisper. “Okay.” He kisses me gently before rocking his hips deeper. He pulls out all the way before thrusting back in harder and faster than before.

“Oh look at you.. taking my cock.” He moans. “Look at yourself in the mirror baby, look at that! Taking it all in!” I moan and throw my head back. “Look at me. Look at me!” He moans thrusting.

“I’m close!” I whimper softly. “Yeah?” He thrusts faster. “Then cum. I want you to cum.” He growls lowly in my ear causing me to release, my whole body shaking.

He thrusts causing over stimulation as he releases. “Oh my god.. your amazing. You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” I shake my head.

“Okay, I’m gonna clean you up babe.” He grabs a towel throwing the used condom in the trash can.

He cleans me up and crawls in bed handing me a shirt. “How was it?” He and holding me close to him. “Good… but our food..” I giggle. “Hold that thought!” He runs and grabs the food smiling.

“And here you are.” I laugh eating some of my food. “Thank you.” I kiss him. “No thank you baby.” He kisses my head softly before putting an arm behind his head using it as a pillow.

I snuggle closer to him. “Goodnight Billy..”

“Goodnight y/n.”

#stranger things #billy stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove smut

[miyuhpapayuh]

22. Vie

"Why do I have to drop you off? I really can't see?" Stevie pouts, pulling into the parking lot of the tattoo shop, simply named Tattz.

"Vie, I already told you that it's a surprise." Rod deadpans, "I'll only be a couple hours."

"Okay, fine." He unbuckles the seatbelt and leans over the middle console to give her a kiss, the frown still on her lips as he pulls away.

He chuckles. "C'mon, baby. Fix your face."

"Are you still getting it in the same place?" Her fingertips stroke his forearm.

"Nah, I want it on my neck." Her eyes widen.

"That's gonna hurt!"

"Eh, the pain is worth it, and you'll see why. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you more." He pecks his lips again, before hopping out of the passenger seat and into the black and brick building.

Fixing her thigh-length dress in the mirror, she grabs her ringing cell off the counter.

"I'm on my way down, now..... yes, I'm wearing the dress, girl!....okay, coming!" Grabbing the pink, heart shaped purse that Rod bought her and slinging it over her shoulder, she drops her phone inside and grabs her sweater off the back of her chair.

Locking Rod's door with her key, she slides into the passenger seat of the black '89 Jeep Wrangler, squeals filling the car.

"I know I just saw you, but I missed you so much!" Tyler pulls Stevie into a hug.

"I missed you too, sis! Where we headed?"

"Let's see... we're gonna hit the mall, grab some food and go back to this poetry club, so you can check out that girl, again. She's super good and I heard she's doing a new piece, today!"

"How you know that?" Stevie asks as Tyler starts driving.

"You're not the only one who likes spoken word, my dear. There's this guy that performs every Wednesday. On top of him being foine, his pieces are really nice."

Stevie shakes her head. "You done made your move, yet?"

"Actually, no. Believe it or not, I'm nervous. But, anyway—"

"Huh? You're nervous?"

"Yes, Stevie. I'm capable of these feelings, apparently."

"Duh!, I just never thought I'd see the day. You like him."

"If you saw him, you'd see why!"

"Woah, he's that cute?"

"I believe the word I used was foine.," Stevie rolls her eyes as her best friend practically drools. "He's about six foot three... high yellow complexion... honey brown eyes.. always keeps a low-cut. Ugh! Those lips, Jesus."

"This is a sight.," Stevie laughs.

"So is he." Tyler dreamily sighs.

Hands full with shopping bags, Tyler and Stevie load up the trunk and sit in the backseat, chomping on the oversized slices of pepperoni pizza.

"Tito's is never gonna go outta business if we got anything to do with it!," Tyler exclaims, a mouth full of cheese.

"If you don't chew that cheese, before you choke.," Stevie laughs.

"Mm-mm!," she swallows her food., "so, what do you think Rod's getting?"

"I don't know and I'm mad that he practically sent me away!" She huffs. "It better be fucking fantastic."

"You're such a drama queen, bro." Tyler shakes her head.

"No. I just wanna see, that's all."

"And, you're going to! Just have patience."

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Heading into the cozy lounge, high off their asses, the pair sit close to the stage.

Casually taking in her surroundings, her eyes set on him. The smirk graces her lips, before she can help it.

Tyler would never immediately admit it to Stevie, but she found herself falling for this guy.

"Ima start calling you googly eyes.," Stevie mumbles, chin in hand to keep her face from hitting the marble surface of the table.

"Shut up!"

"Where is he?"

"Right over there," Tyler reaches across to turn her head in his direction, watching her brows raise. "See! I told you!"

"Oh my goodness. He's cuter than any boy you've ever liked or... ya know."

"I know! you think I should say something to him?"

"Well, you said you were nervous. I don't want you to get in front of him and start babbling like an idiot or anything— unless, he likes that sort of thing." Stevie cheeses.

"I'm not gonna babble. I'm quiet, when I'm high."

"Still, maybe let him approach you—"

"He probably doesn't even know I exist!"

"I bet you, he does."

"What's goin' on, everybody! How y'all doin' today?" The lovely presenter, whose name is Chad, according to Tyler, comes to the stage with his own microphone.

"Dude's a damn trip, ain't he?" Tyler laughs.

"Indeed. He told me and Rod that we were the best lookin' couple in here. Oh no, he spotted me!" She covers her face.

"Hey, ladies! I'm tellin' ya man, you up in here bein' shy!" Stevie laughs, waving him off.

"Aight, aight. Enough of that., y'all know I'm bringing your favorite to the stage! She's got a new piece and it's fiya! Give it up for Suga!" The crowd claps.

He steps off stage and the auburn curtains slowly draw back. The lights dim like usual, casting an already dewy Suga in a natural light, making her look otherworldly.

From the gold in her ears and around her neck, to her hourglass silhouette in the olive sweater dress, Stevie was glued to her seat, ready to hear every word.

"How y'all doin'?," the enchanted crowd whistles in response, making her laugh. "Now, I'm gonna let y'all in a little secret. I was a little nervous about this one, but since y'all are my favorites... I'll go ahead and give it to you. So, here's my newest piece, sweet tooth."

"Honey on my lips,

I can still taste you.

Your scent fresh in the air,

Covering me even when you leave.

I've got a craving for you,

Even at the worst times...

I can't help it,

You've got me hooked.

The feel,

The thrill.

Touch me...

Kiss me..

Taste me...

Feel me...

Whenever you want me,

Come get it. Take it.

You've got me spoiled."

Snaps of approval fill the air, much to her liking. Stevie claps, due to her overexcitement, making Tyler laugh and reach out for her hands.

"Bro, calm down!"

"What??, she's really good!" Stevie swats Tyler away.

"Thank you.," Stevie turns around to face Suga, herself. "Wow, you're prettier up close."

"Me?! Have you seen you??"

An infectious smile graces her face. "I'm Suga."

"I'm Stevie. Can I just say that I'm such a fan of yours!"

Tyler's engaged in their conversation, when she feels a presence near her. She turns her head, locking eyes with the man of her dreams.

"Hi.," his deep voice thuds through her chest, "can I steal you for a moment?"

"I don't think she'd mind." A chuckle leaves her lips, as he helps her down from her seat to the loveseat in the corner.

"I'm Chris. What's your name, beautiful?"

"Tyler., but, you can call me beautiful, too." A low laugh escapes him, giving her a glimpse of his pearly whites, sending her swooning.

"Has anybody ever told you how fine you are?" she asks as she tugs on her bottom lip, shamelessly ogling at him.

"I've heard it a few times."

"You have, huh?"

"Mhm. I like when you say it, though." Her brow lifts as he scoots closer to her.

"Oh, I gotta watch you.,"

"What I do?" He laughs.

"You're too smooth. I'd get in trouble with you."

"A little trouble ain't never hurt nobody, beautiful."

"...speaking of my friend," Stevie looks around, until she spots Tyler cozied up. "Oh, she's good."

"He'd been eyeing her, since he stepped foot in here. I'm glad he took my advice and made his move." Suga giggles, sipping on her cosmo.

"Really? My girl was so nervous to even speak to that man! And to think, she didn't even think he noticed her."

"We sound like a couple of matchmakers, huh?"

"We do! But, I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask away, doll."

"Okay, so poetry is basically my life and I've always dreamt of going up on stage and sharing it, but my nerves have always gotten the best of me. Then, you get up there and started talkin' about how nervous you were and I just need some advice." Stevie stresses.

"Well, since I was young, I've been performing my pieces in front of small crowds. The butterflies never really go away, but it stops being such a big deal, over time. You just gotta be confident in your work! It helps other people perceive you as a big deal."

"Ugh, I wish that kind of confidence came overnight."

"Don't we all!," Suga laughs., "but, I'd love to see some of your work! Maybe, I could help you out."

"I'd love that!"

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"Baby!, I'm home!" Stevie announces, slightly stumbling into the house with her shopping bags, feeling around on the wall for the light switch.

"I'm upstairs!," he yells back. Finding the switch, she sits her bags on the counter and carefully heads upstairs, finding him standing in the bathroom.

"Hey," she slides up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. You high?" He asks, peeking down at her. She nods, the goofy grin plastered on her face.

"Can I see the tattoo, now?"

"I guess, I've made you wait long enough." He turns around and pulls the bandage back, watching her eyes light up at the bright red 'Vie' inked on the left side of his neck, in cursive.

"Oh my... you did not get my name tattooed on you!" She gawks at it, lightly tracing her fingers over his skin.

"Of course, I did!" He chuckles.

"What about the flames and all that other stuff?"

"Well, I was gonna do that.. but, it didn't feel right. You felt right. Babygirl, you're my everything. It's only right that I get to carry you everywhere I go."

"Wow," the dreamy look in her eyes makes him smile.

"Do you like it, vie?"

"I love it." She covers the tattoo back up, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands sneak towards the bottom of her dress, gripping her ass.

She laughs into the kiss, reaching back to swat his hands away, "stop!"

"Mm., you look pretty, and that ass is beggin' me to touch it." He pecks her lips, reaching for it again.

"Is it, really?" He nods, kissing her exposed shoulder. His kisses trail up her neck, sending tiny shocks through her body.

Sitting her on the high counter, he wraps his hand in her ponytail, slightly yanking it back, earning a sweet moan. Their lips find each others' in a heated panic.

The minute his hand inches up her thigh, she grips his wrist. He grunts. "what you doin'?"

"Slowing you down."

"Why?"

"Cause, I wanna take care of you." His hand slides between her legs, anyway, cupping her drenched heat. Her jaw goes slack.

"You can do that... I just wanna touch it." Pulling her wet panties to the side, his thumb rubs circles over her slick bud. Her breath gets caught in her chest.

Closing the space between them, Rod shoves his tongue into her mouth. Her wandering hands move to his sweats, palming his growing erection.

"Mmm.," she comes up for air, leaning into him, "let me taste you, baby."

Sinking onto the fluffy rug in his bathroom, she grips the hem of his sweats, slowly pulling them down, revealing his thick and heavy piece.

Her eyes trail up to his, giving a wink as her soft lips press against his veiny girth.

"Soft ass lips..," he mumbles before taking his own bottom one between his teeth, watching her mouth stretch around his length.

"Oh shit.." she starts off quick, bobbing her head up and down. One hand in between her legs and the other jerking him.

"Mm!, that fuckin' mouth." He grips the base of her ponytail, slowing her down. Removing her lips from him with a pop, her hand continues to work against him.

"Can't handle it, baby?" A giggle intertwined in her question.

"Put yo lips back on that dick, babygirl." Doing as she's told, her movements slower and more passion-filled.

"Just like that...," the gravel in his voice sending a chill through her, while she attacks her clit with the slippery pads of her fingers.

"Shit... Ima cum..." she moans against him, suctioning her cheeks. His grip on her hair tightens as he gyrates against her mouth.

"Oh fuckkkkk," he erupts, his eyes shut and mouth wide open. She sucks him up, not wasting a drop. Lazily sliding him out of her mouth, she repeatedly kisses the tip.

"Stop.. shit.," he hisses, pulling her up from the floor and bends her over the counter, facing the mirror.

"You finna get it."

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"Fuck, just like that!" Stevie moans.

Her arousal leaking down her long legs as Rod pounds into her from behind, ponytail in a tight grip.

"Shit.," he grunts, watching her ample ass clap against his thighs, the tip of his dick hitting the spot that makes her clamp down on him.

Her hands claw at the counter as her eyes stay glued to the mirror in front of them, transfixed by the dazed look on her face.

"Feels so good.... feels so!— ohhh shit!" She reaches a hand back to pull him closer, eyes rolling back as her weak spot is located.

"Right there!, ohhh fuuuuuck, right there!" Pressing her chest up against the cold counter, he thrusts into her with brute force, her jaw dropping.

Her nails dig into his skin as her thighs begin to tremble., "I'm gonna cum!" The sweet lilt in her voice making him twitch inside of her.

"Cum on this dick," his breath hitting the back of her neck, making her jump slightly.

"Keep fucking me!, don't stop fucking me!" She cries out, the knot in her belly growing by the second.

"I ain't stoppin', baby... cum on this dick.," he repeats, his tone turning her to mush. Her back caves in as her orgasm rips through her tiny frame.

"Ooh shit!, you fuck me so good." Her words slur as she forces herself back upright. He lowers his lips to her ear and stares at her through the mirror.

"This my pussy.,"

"Yessss, it's your pussy, babyyy!" She moans through gritted teeth.

"Mmnh," Rod grunts, "takin' this dick like a champ today, huh?" She nods.

"I feel it in my chest, daddy." Her eyes shut tightly as a wave of pleasure jolts through her. The angle he's fucking her at, becoming too much for her.

"You got it, baby. Gimme one more."

"Uh! Fuck me!" Her brows knit together. The faces she makes send a chill up his spine.

"Shit... yo high, pretty ass... takin' this dick like daddy taught you.." he teases, gripping her ass.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm right here... let it go.," their peaks hit, simultaneously.

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Reconstructing her ponytail the best she can, Stevie heads downstairs and joins a high Rod in the kitchen.

"There she is!," his goofy grin makes her laugh.

"I've got some exciting news."

"Oh yeah? Lay it on me." She sits on the stool and twists back and forth.

"I met that girl, Suga today!," his brows raise in excitement for her, waiting for her to continue. "I know! She's super sweet and she offered to help me overcome my stage fright!"

"So, you might be gettin' on that stage, sooner than you think! That's amazing, baby."

"I'm really excited!" She cheeses.

"I know, you are. Whenever that day comes, I'll be right there."

"I appreciate you, babe. How's work?" He sighs.

"Lee's about to break my back with these responsibilities, but if I wanna be manager, I gotta be ready for 'em."

"What's he got you doing?"

"I gotta close up shop, every day, now. There's a specific way that he organizes everything and I've gotta follow suit— that one works in my favor, because I'm OCD about stuff like that, too."

"Don't I know it. You had a fit, when I moved your towels around!," he waves her off, laughing.

"Hush, girl."

"Okay, okay." She holds her hands up.

"I'm just gonna have a lot on my plate, soon."

"Well, I'll be here to brighten up your day in any way I can."

"I appreciate it, babygirl. How's it been, back at the house?"

Stevie decided to go back home for a couple days, after Rod installed a new security system for her, calming her nerves a bit.

"Well, the first night was fine, cause Tyler was home. The next couple were rough, though. I felt like a baby, cause I kept my lamp and tv on all night.," she frowns.

"Aw," he rounds the counter and wraps his arms around her. "You're my baby."

She sucks her teeth., "shut up!,"

"I'm joking, babygirl. You want me to go back to the house with you?"

"I'd rather just stay here. I like your bed, more than my own." She laughs.

"It's that therapedic mattress, ain't it?"

"That, and the cutie that it belongs to." She kisses the arm that's draped over her chest. He chuckles, spinning her around to face him.

"Guess who's gotta meet with Mr. Big stuff, tomorrow?"

"You're so corny," she laughs, "are you gonna be nice?"

"I'm always nice, Alaina. As long as he doesn't start anything, we'll be cool."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, we'll see."

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Knocking on the green screened door, the pair hold their sweets, securely; Stevie with a pound cake and Rod with a cherry pie.

Viv opens the door with a bright smile on her face. "Oh, my babies! You made it!" She kisses their cheeks and pulls them inside and into the kitchen.

"You can sit those down, right there.," she points to a clearer spot on her counter. "How have you two been?"

"We've been great, ma. How you been?" Rod asks, his eyes wandering.

"I've been lovely. David's looking for you, as a matter of fact."

"Word?, where he at?"

"Out in the backyard, talking to your aunts."

"Cool, cool. Stevie, come on. Let me introduce you to my people." She gladly takes his hand as he leads her outside.

"Hey, baby!"

"Aw, you're so handsome!"

"Spitting image of his mama, ain't he?!" His aunts greet him in the same that Stevie's family did her, making her laugh to herself.

Briefly releasing her hand to hug and kiss them, he grabs it again to introduce her.

"Aight, aight," he laughs, "this is my girlfriend, Stevie."

"You're so beautiful, darling," aunt Monica pulls her into a hug, which she accepts.

"Thank you!, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, sweetheart."

"I'm Angie, it's nice to meet you." Another hug as the scent of vanilla hits her nose.

"You too, you smell good!"

"Thanks! I make my own perfume."

"She'd brag about it to everybody if she could., I'm Jessie. It's a pleasure to meet you." One more hug.

"You, as well. Wow, the genes in this family are strong."

"We get that a lot!" They all laugh.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Monica asks.

"Seven months." Stevie says.

"Going on eight, pretty soon." Rod adds, pulling her into his side.

"Oh, wow! A year, soon! You two are just the cutest! Aren't they??" Jessie rambles.

"They really are." David comes through the back door. "Hello, ladies."

"Hi, David," they reply in unison, making Rod suck his teeth.

"How you doin', man?" He addresses Rod.

"I'm straight. I need to talk to you."

"Aight. Let's go talk, then." David leads the way. Rod almost gets away, until Stevie pulls him back.

"Be nice," she pleads, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Cut that out. I'm the definition of nice." He repeats her gesture, adding a kiss on her nose, before disappearing.

"That boy's a card, yeah?" Viv joins them outside.

"If that ain't the word for him, I don't know what is. I just hope he don't go out there, actin' a fool."

"Big man like David'll knock him down to size," they both laugh.

"Does he not like him?" Angie asks.

"No." Stevie and Viv quickly answer.

"Why?? David's a good guy." Monica says, waving her cigarette clad hand in the air.

"Rod isn't used to me being with anybody, so the adjustment is just taking longer. I hope he'll grow out of that, soon." Viv frowns.

"Well, that's what this talk is supposed to do." Stevie explains. "Hopefully the tension gets resolved and Rod can see that David isn't a bad guy."

"So, what did you wanna talk about, son?" David asks, sitting on one side of the picnic table.

"Ima just cut right to it. You being with my mom don't sit right with me. I'm sure you're good to her, and I hope you are for your sake... but, I don't wanna see her get hurt." He cracks his knuckles underneath the table.

"Sounded like a threat," David laughs.

"Promise." Rod corrects.

"Okay, okay. There's no need for that. I'm not here to hurt ya mom. We've been friends for a very long time. You're not the only one that hated seeing her go through the shit your father put her through." David explains. "She deserved and still deserves better than that., you and I both know that." Rod lifts his eyebrows in agreement.

"True."

"I'm not gonna hurt her. She's far too special to me. I promise." Searching his face for untruths, Rod comes up empty handed.

"I'll lay off you... for now," it takes a minute for him to crack a smile, letting David know that it was okay to laugh.

“I guess you're not a bad dude."

"I'll take it." They stood up from the table, "glad we could solve this like adults." He pats Rod's shoulder.

"Not gonna lie, my initial instinct was to fight. But ma raised me better than that, and Stevie would've literally killed me." Rod chuckles as they head back towards the the small crowd.

"They don't play."

"No, they do not!"

“Now, let's talk about this tattoo I'm seein’, peekin’ from underneath your collar, son.” Viv grills as soon as he's back in her grasp.

“Ah, come on ma. You don't like it?”

“If you like it, that's all that matters chy.”

@thegifstories @blackerthings @ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @honestpreference @starcrossedxwriter @abeautifulmindexposed @essaysbyciara @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @blowmymbackout @awerkofart

#soulff #rod and stevie #rod x stevie #stevie x rod #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #90s romance #90s drama #black writers #black ocs #black fiction #black!reader #joey badass fic #joey bada$$

[lexa-griffins]

How does toxic Clarke react when she learns that Lexa has gone on several dates with another alpha?

Lexa tells to try and make Clarke feel jealous. Lies to her too.

"She knotted me since you seem unable to."

Clarke growls. She’s unwilling, not unable to. If she wanted to she could could knot Lexa so fucking hard there would be no chance Lexa would not be pregnant by the end of it. If she wants to be a whore and be knotted by other alphas, then let her.

"She tried to mark me too."

Clarke doesn't care. Why would she? She doesn't care for Lexa. This is sex and only that. Its her alpha thats answering with possessiveness she tells herself, its her alpha that trashes inside and makes her fight against the ropes on her wrists as she lifts her hips with fervor, trying to fuck Lexa as the omega rides her. Her knot is forming.

"Does knowing someone else knotted me makes you wanna buried yours inside of me? You hate that someone else claimed me." She’s smiling with venom, and Clarke needs to get rid of these ropes right now so she can flip them around and take control. She needs one of her hands around Lexa's throat and the other pinning her hands down so she can shut up and stop trying to get Clarke to do her bidding.

"I'd rather stay mateless for life than knot an omega like you."

"Uh, so mean." Lexa says in a fake hurt voice. She lowers herself on to Clarke's dick more. Her hands rest on Clarke's tits and she takes a hold of them, her nails digging into the tender flesh, "But then again, I could so easily force you to right now."

She could, Clarke knows. She can feel the tightness of Lexa's cunt just above her knot.

It's a surge of anger that makes her break the ropes. She pushes Lexa out from on top of her without caring where she falls. Once she feels her feet hit the floor Clarke turns around, seeing red. Lexa is staring at her from the bed, smiling dangerously. She thinks she got what she wanted. But she's wrong if she thinks Clarke is gonna knot her.

Instead, Clarke grabs her hair and turns her around, forcing the omegas head into the bedding as she raises her hips and enters Lexa without a fight from the omega. Lexa moans into the sheets, leaving a wet spot where her mouth is.

Clarke pulls at Lexa's hair, forcing her face off the bed, her head forcefully pulled back as Clarke fucks her, her knot hitting Lexa's entrance but never entering her.

"If you think this fucking game is gonna work youre wrong." Lexa laughs darkly between moans which angers Clarke more. Her other hand finds Lexa's throat, "Shut the fuck up!" She squeezes and Lexa lets out a chocked moan.

The sound, the feeling of Lexa's squeezing around her dick, the tenderness of Lexa's throath underneath her hand, the pressure against her knot. Clarke legs go of Lexa entirely as she cums with a throaty moan.

"She never knotted me." Lexa speaks, rough from the pressure that was applied on her throat. Clarke cant see her, but she can hear her smile, "but you got mad thinking she did."

"You bitch."

Lexa laughs again. Clarke stares at her. Naked and slightly bruised, tanned skin shining with sweat, chest moving up and down as she calms her, breathing down. She drives Clarke fully, fully mad. And Clarke would never in a thousand years knot her, much less mate her. But that doesnt mean she wants someone else doing it.

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #🤏 a little violent but eh! shsosjdod #they are oh so very toxic <3 #toxic knotting au

[hrts4eddieee]

Braces free// Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: you get your braces off and surprise your boyfriend Eddie.

Writing this cause I’m getting my braces off tomorrow finally and im excited so!!

Warnings: pure fluff

Word count: 1k

(Not proofread )

You smile

Into The mirror of Eddie’s van , looking at your teeth you just got your braces off after two long years of getting them tightened, not being able to smoke as much , being careful doing some actives with Eddie , getting cheeks cut open , you are finally free of the metal restraints, you giggle to yourself excitedly as you put your seatbelt on and step on the gas driving back to Eddie’s , you told him you were hanging out with robin you wanted to surprise him with the new look , he never cared about the braces he thought you looked nice with them and always helped you with appointments or if you were in pain , but you both know it makes some stuff more difficult having to be careful but he doesn’t care he loves you anyways braces or not.

You pull into the trailer park driving eddies shitty run down van , you look over and see max outside feeding the dog that hangs around the park you beep the horn causing the redhead to jump and look up “hi max” you yell over with a smile “oh hay y/n” she says with a smile “eddies got hellfire tonight do you wanna hang out with me” you yell to her , you and max got close after her close brush with death , she’s a sweet kid she deserves better then this shit whole town “yeah of course I just rented back to the future of you wanna watch it” she yells back I nod with a smile “I’ll bring the snacks” you yell back as you pull into eddie’s small dirt driveway hitting the breaks , you take the keys out take off your seatbelt and check your teeth in the mirror once more before getting out of the van kicking away stray beer cans that were littered around the trailer, you walk up the steps and into the trailer your ears are immediately met with Eddies strumming of his guitar you smile to yourself placing your handbag on the small kitchen table

“Hay sweetheart is that you I’ve missed you”

You hear Eddie’s sweet voice yell out you have a plan that causes you not to talk so you keep your mouth shut and dont say anything walking over to the fridge you grab a beer “not gonna say hello to me” eddie says in a teasing manner you turn around to see the long haired boy standing infrot of you with his arms crossed over his chest covering his hellfire shirt , you shrug plaguing the beer to your lips walking past him and making you way to his bedroom , you hear Eddie’s foot steps behind you following you in confusion he watches as you flip onto his bed your body spread out ,

What the fuck why won’t she talk to me

I think as I slowly make my way over to y/n I don’t wanna make her mad so I gently sit beside her on my bed placing my hand on her back rubbing comforting circles “did somthing happen with robin” i offer confused….no answer what is going on “are you ok” i ask more worry in my voice then I mean to let out…again no answer I roll my eyes “com’ here” I say pulling her body into mine sitting in my crossed legs her back on my chest I play with her hair I hate seeing her sad especially if I’m the reason “y/n sweetheart what’s wrong talk to me” I beg into her ear she shakes her head causing me to let out a sigh “princess please just let me know what’s going on yeah please I’m here” I say she could tell me anything..literally anything , she shifts out of my lap And onto the bad in front of me her legs also crossed she looks up into my eyes not saying anything just staring at for a while I start to get really worried until I see a small smile creep onto her pretty lips I let out a breathy chuckle “what’s going on” i ask more confused then I am in ms.oDonald’s class she looks down “I wasn’t with robin” she whispers and i swear I can feel my heart go into my feet “what” I ask with a hit if hurt..she wouldn’t would she “what are you talking about y/n sweetheart what is going on” i ask tears starting to form she springs her head up “oh no no baby no I was uh…I was” she stutters before looking into my eyes and smiling at me I look over her face my eyes landing on her teeth…wait… my eyes widen and i put my hands up to her mouth pulling at her lips and cheeks pulling her mouth open wider causing her to laugh “you got your braces off” I say excitedly she nods with a bigger smile on her face “I know look my bear teeth can you believe it” she jokes I chuckle tackling her into the bed “they look amazing” I say forcing her mouth open again running my finger along her top row of teeth she giggles “that feels weird” she says I chuckle and grab her hands Putting them into mine “do they hurt” i ask she shrugs “a little bit but not a lot I’m glad they are off” she says pulling our hands up to her mouth kissing mine I smile “you scared me for a second” I say with a chuckle she looks at my confused “when you said you weren’t with robin” I elaborate she pouts “yeah sorry probably not the best way to tell you I guess sorry Ed’s” she says I laugh and shske my head “your gorgeous y/n braces or no braces” i whisper into her ear she smiles pulling me into a kiss , “that feels different” I say when we pull away she nods “I know right” she says with a nose scrunch I smile down at her “i love you y/n I love you so much” I say rubbing my fingers over her lip she pecks me lips “I love you to eddie munson so much”

We cuddle for the rest of the day until I have to go to hellfire…she really is pretty braces or not I will always love her.

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #fanfic #stranger things imagine #eddie x reader

[the-tales-of-ren]

Writing prompts

Hurt/comfort:

1) “I’ll never be good enough.”

2) “Do you think I’d drop my walls like this for just anyone?”

3) “I don’t understand.”

4) “You deserve every single bit of what you have.”

5) “I’m sorry.”

6) “Losing you would be a nightmare that every day I beg to awaken from.”

7) “But you have me now.”

8) “I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”

9) “Shut up!”

10) “I just need some space.”

11) “They’re wrong, alright?”

12) “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.”

13) “I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

14) “Are you okay?!”

15) “There’s no need to apologize.”

16) “You’re crying.”

17) “They’re better off without me, I know they are!”

18) “I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

19) “It would take much more than that to drive me away.”

20) “Please, open the door.”

21) “Stay. Please?”

22) “Come here. Get some rest, honey.”

23) “I have never been more in love with anyone.”

24) “I don’t like thunderstorms.”

25) “I was just out with some old friends.”

26) “I get it alright? I fucked up!”

27) “When’s the last time you slept?”

28) “I can’t sleep.”

29) “I can’t breathe.”

30) “He threatened me!”

31) “I didn’t want you to know.”

32) “It won’t stop bleeding.”

33) “What do we do?”

34) “Don’t touch me!”

35) “Are you mad at me?”

36) “Stop ignoring me!”

Angst:

1) “Did I not mean anything to you?”

2) “I see your face everywhere. Don’t you get that?”

3) “I didn’t think it would end this way.”

4) “It’s killing me to see you go.”

5) “Maybe things could have been different in another life.”

6) “I wasn’t enough for you, I think you’ve made that clear.”

7) “I think it’s best that you stay away. I don’t want to be around you right now.”

8) “I just feel so alone, okay? I feel like I have no one.”

9) “I don’t care how you feel!”

10) “Because you scare me, that’s why.”

11) “When did you stop loving me?”

12) “What happened to you?”

13) “Should have known it was too good to be true.”

14) “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

15) “I wish I’d never met you.” “You don’t mean that.”

16) “I only care about you.”

17) “You’re always on my mind.”

18) “You’ve always felt like home.”

19) “I can’t imagine this world without you.”

20) “Trust me.”

21) “Why are you crying?”

22) “Please don’t cry, I hate to see you cry.”

23) “Who hurt you?” “I want names!”

24) “Nothing is wrong with you!”

25) “You make feel alive.”

26) “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

27) “Who cares about what they think?”

28) “Lets go.”

29) “I’m not going anywhere.”

30) “Tell me what’s wrong”

31) “You’ve always got me.”

32) “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

33) “You look like you could use a hug.”

34) “Did you need something?”

Fluff:

1) “Not sure if you can tell, but I’m not much of a people person.”

2) “Why are you bleeding?”

3) “You did what?!”

4) “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

5) “That wasn’t funny.”

6) “Are you mad at me?”

7) “I love that show, too!”

8) “Can I borrow that book of yours?”

9) “Let me help you with that.”

10) “Take that back!” (Play fighting)

11) “No way, that’s so lame.”

12) “What are you listening to?”

13) “I brought your coffee.”

14) “Run!”

15) “I haven’t slept in four days.”

16) “Your turn to do the dishes.”

17) “Was I really that drunk?”

18) “Give me back my phone!”

19) “You’re an asshole!”

20) “Are you cold?”

21) “Just how stupid do you think I am?”

22) “Are you okay?”

23) “Lets go back to bed.”

24) “I can take care of myself just fine.”

25) “Thanks for helping me back there.”

26) “Put me down!”

27) “Stop texting me weird shit in the middle of the night.”

28) “There’s only one bed…”

29) “How did I lose it?”

30) “Let’s take a break. Wanna grab something to eat?”

31) “You’re warm.”

32) “I can’t believe you’ve talked me into this.”

33) “What’s that smell?”

34) “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

35) “Is that my shirt?”

36) “In my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Random:

1) “Please, I’ll do anything.”

2) “You don’t have to do this!”

3) “I’m trying my best.”

4) “There’s got to be another way. There’s got to be.”

5) “Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake.”

6) “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

7) “I didn’t know where else to go.”

8) “I can’t do this without you.”

9) “I wasn’t staring!”

10) “Stop being so cute.”

11) “Tell me again.”

12) “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

13) “Wait a minute… are you jealous?”

14) “You were supposed to!”

15) “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”

16) “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

17) “I heard that!”

18) “Than do it!”

19) “Hey, look at me. Breathe.”

20) “Stop telling me you’re okay.”

21) “Please look at me.”

22) “Why are you so stubborn?”

23) “How long will this go on for?”

24) “Please don’t misunderstand me.”

25) “What do you mean by that?”

26) “I’m scared.”

27) “I swear, I’ll do things differently this time.”

28) “You had a problem with it before.”

29) “I can’t think straight with you.”

30) “Don’t do this here.”

31) “I’ll always choose you.”

32) “I can never say no to you.”

33) “I got your favorite.”

34) “You must be freezing! Here, take this.”

35) “It was only a joke! I swear!”

36) “I’m nervous, too.”

37) “Let me hug you.”

38) “Piggy back ride?”

39) “Can you hold my hand, please?”

40) “I’ll protect you.”

***

@the-tales-of-ren

#kylo fanfic #kylo ren #kylo ren imagines #kylo x reader #kylo x y/n #kylo x you #request

[kurtie4life96]

FANFIC PROMPTS 2.0

Requests are open!

For AFAB readers!

Please feel free to mix and match as much as you'd like!

Minors, DNI!

Type (optional)

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Fluff

"I've waited for this moment for so long."

"That's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

"Could you spend the night? I don't want to be alone."

"I can't stay away from you."

"I'm a better person when I'm with you."

"Could you stay a little longer?"

"Here, let's share the blanket."

"Do you wanna stay the night?"

"So what if I'm whipped? I'm happy."

"I'm doing this for you."

"No, you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"You have every right to be upset, sweetheart."

"I'm in love with you, idiot."

"You look really good in my sweater."

"This isn't your fault, okay? I promise."

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

"Please let me drive you home."

"Is that guy/person bothering you?"

"You feel it too, don't you?"

"I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you."

"It's okay, you're allowed to cry."

"I want you, and only you."

"I thought you knew that you've always been my favorite."

"You look better in my clothes than I do."

"I'm gentle with you because I love you."

"I could never say no to you."

"Here, take my jacket, it's cold."

"Well, there's only one bed."

"They're not you."

"Are you warm enough?"

Angst

"Why do you hate me?"

"We can't keep this up forever."

"I wish I'd never met you."

"Shouldn't you be with him/her?"

"How much did you drink?"

"You wanna hit me? Go ahead, do it."

"Touch her/him, and you're dead."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Is he/she really just a friend?"

"You're not going to die, whether you like it or not."

"You need to wake up, I can't do this without you."

"When will you shut the fuck up?"

"Don't ever leave my sight again."

"Talk to me when you're sober."

"Don't call this number again."

"She's/he's not yours."

"Is that blood?"

"Don't you look at me like that."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Get the fuck out."

"You hate me? I hate me too."

"Where are you going?"

"I thought I could trust you. Obviously I was wrong."

"Everyone was right about you."

"You left me, when I was at my lowest."

"You don't intimidate me. Cut the act."

"Tell me who did this to you, right fucking now."

"I woke up this morning and you were gone."

"I'm tired of pretending."

Smut/NSFW

"Could he/she make you feel as good as I do?"

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

"Make me."

"Don't bite that fucking lip."

"My hand or my belt?"

"You're already shaking. Come on baby, you can give me one more."

"Why did you wear panties, when you know I'm gonna rip them off anyway?"

"Come sit in my lap."

"Call me that one more time, see what happens."

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands on you. We'll see how cute you look when it's my hands."

"I could really hurt you, you know."

"I think I've made my intentions clear, sweetheart."

"Don't forget who you belong to."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget you ever even met that asshole."

"Bed. Now."

"Don't hide your face. Look at me when I fuck you. Good girl."

"Did you really think we were just gonna 'go to bed', silly girl?"

"If you bite your lip one more time, I'm gonna do it for you."

"I've had it with your fucking attitude."

"Bend over my knees. Now."

"Smile for the camera."

"There's so many things I want to do to you, and not all of them are nice."

"Open your mouth. When I spit, you swallow."

"Already so wet and needy, and I haven't even touched you yet."

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

"Don't hold back. I wanna hear you say my name."

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

"Look at the big mess you made kitten, is this all for me?

"You're mine, and I don't share."

#steve harrington smut #smutty smut smut #steve harrington #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #kurt kunkle fanfic #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #kurt kunkle x fem reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley angst #spree fanfic #spree x reader #spree 2020 #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers

[lakegenevaslumberparty]

too tired to talk about it properly but

(ableism, sexism,general hierarchical prejudicial thinking, Dracula spoilers)

 the way Renfield and Mina have both had their input and experiences utterly dismissed and shut down, “for their own good” , their words and concerns ignored and even held against them by more socially powerful men; the way it’s making Mina doubt and silence, to dismiss her own feelings and observations, even concerning her own experiences, the way it’s driving Renfield to desperation in his attempts to be heard, only for that very doubt and desperation to be taken as “proof” that the more powerful are Right and Correct to dismiss and imprison them 

(the way Van Helsing can say “come onnnnn bros, it’s ME, just TRUST me when I say we gotta commit some grave desecration at least come SEE” and people do, but Renfield begs to just be taken away from the Dracula house-- a reasonable request if anything is!!-- and is mocked , and Lucy can’t even say a word about her nightly horrors or she will lose her only, very conditional, protectors, the way the maids are never checked on again after having been drugged and left in the house with Dracula for who  knows how many hours--and then blamed for taking a crucifix,while no one offers them any shred of protection)

the way that the socially powerful can isolate anyone with less power, putting them in more risk, leaving them to get hurt or killed, forcing them to more desperate measures and then blaming them when they take those measures, writing them off as Mad or Weak, isolating them even more 

I know it’s not what the Point of the horror in this novel is but it’s where the horror of it is for me and it is really effective and also I Hate It, I wanna go back to Lucy and Mina having graveside picnics ;__; 

(and I know the rest of the Drac Attack squad WILL rethink the Mina thing but Too Late and it won’t teach them anything more General; but anyway the problem’s not them! it’s the system! it’s the way people sign off on this automatically, even Mina! I hate it and it’s so well written and I don’t think it’s even remotely the  intended point but AAAAAH)

#Draculee Dracula

[unfortunate-brat]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄

(LOVE WILL TEAR US APART BLURB)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Latina!Reader, Elijah Munson x Latina!Reader

W/C: 1.1k

Summary: Eddie reflects on how you were never really meant to be his.

Warnings: 18+, Child Abuse, Slight Jealousy, Bullying, Depression, Heavy Angst

A/N: @munsonsbelova got mad at me for this one but its worth reading i promise. and i’m open to blurb suggestions and questions in my inbox !!

You watch him mingle with the cheerleader, strawberry blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders as she tosses her head back with a laugh. Sure, he’s funny but never that funny.

Nevertheless, it makes your lips turn into a frown. Should you stare longer, today’s breakfast might try to escape in an unpleasant manner. So with a slightly harsh swing, you shut your locker and head out into the parking lot. Missing the way his eyes follow your frame before returning back to the other girl before him. Truthfully, he wanted to pull you back into a tight embrace, kiss you all over and make things right but there was no way to make those words from a week ago disappear. You had every right to be upset, hell he was too after arriving home.

“ I was thinking we could go to the drive in? Halloween is around the corner and they’re putting Alfred Hitchcock movies on!” You didn’t want to rent it out from Steve’s job, not when sitting next to Eddie in his van, munching down on snacks and making jokes about the other people around watching the movie was much more entertaining.

“I can’t.” Was his response, and just as your heart sank, he decided to add more weight. “ In fact, I can’t hang out with you anymore.”

At this point, he had stopped at a red light and it was taking forever to turn green. Which this street was always guilty of but Eddie felt like this time was on purpose. “ Despite seeing what he does to me, how he treats my friends and everyone else he doesn’t like, you still choose to talk to my brother. You wear his jacket at parties and his games. You do study dates and probably make out in private. You continue to tolerate someone who’s done nothing but make my life hell. I can’t continue to act like its fine. You even stood me up multiple times for my performances when you promised you’d go. But where do you decide to go instead?” Eddie pauses, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Sure, he’s implying something and yes it hurts saying these things but it does bug him. It seemed like it was getting to a point where the only way you’d ever understand is by pure honesty on his end. And he didn’t wanna spill at first but you need to get the message that he can’t be around anymore.

“ So, go ahead and cancel any plans or ideas for us to hang out.”

Now it was your turn to speak, a part of him hopes that you’ll fight back and realize that he is worth more than his preppy brother. Its quite selfish but Eddie has never been good at anything, not even coming up to second best.

You simply remain silent, grabbing your bag and opening the door. Not really caring that the light was now green and you could get hit. Feet hitting the ground, you slam the door shut and head towards the sidewalk. How you managed to keep your cool till you got home was a mystery. But you had ignored Eddie’s shouts to get back in and that he can still drive you home.

Since then, Eddie knew the bond had been severed. This is what he wanted to do anyways right?

He had hoped that in his speech, you’d find that Elijah was truly the antagonist and cut him off completely. Though if anything, its made your bond to his twin stronger. Just at lunch, he caught the pair of you sitting together at the popular table. You sporting a smile and laughing at something, wearing his jacket once again. Funny how life continues to work against him.

Doesn’t make things better when Chrissy is the one to tell him that Elijah was gonna plan to introduce her to his father. Eddie would claim that its their father but that old man never liked how Eddie resembled his mother growing up. Kicking him out and stating that he can’t come back.

Poor Wayne, he didn’t have to take in the 8 year old covered in bruises and a buzzed head sleeping on his doorstep. He could have kicked him to the curb too, just like his own brother. However, Wayne knew what it felt like being the black sheep of the family and made Eddie know he wasn’t alone.

It took Eddie five months to talk about what happened that night, and a whole year to accept that he was worthy of love. Doesn’t mean he didn’t struggle sometimes to this day, but tries hard not to.

And though his father hasn’t spoken to him in years, never called or said happy birthday, nor cared to be a good parent, he had cornered Eddie in the parking lot and said that Elijah was his only and favorite child. So whatever opportunities he had, whatever his most treasured son wanted, he would receive, and that included you.

“ Remember Edward, you are nothing. You ought to know better than to go after my son’s girl. You’ll only corrupt her with that satanic bullshit and antichrist mindset.” His meaty finger had pushed into Eddie’s chest, sending the younger male back a few inches. “ Stay the fuck away.”

And as much as Eddie wanted to stand up to his old man, he stayed quiet. Kept telling himself that he was worthy of your time and you’d never become Elijah’s girl. Maybe instead of you having to accept certain facts, its time he accepts these ones instead.

Chrissy squeezes his hand. “ Don’t get lost in those thoughts, it’ll only hurt more.” In the years she’s known the Munson twins, the realization as to why they despised each other came to light little by little. Chrissy would like nothing more than to go back in time and take them to Wayne’s together to grow up in a non toxic home.

“ You know what’s funny, Blondie? I’m the fucking oldest. I have the same exact face, I have the same DNA, same everything and somehow I’m entitled to being treated like shit. Old man thought my brother was perfect when he came out and just tossed me to my mother to handle. How do you choose a favorite seconds after one is born?” He can sense the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes but Eddie continues to hold them off.

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Race to the Finish - Chapter 3 - Talks and Terrors

We started our drive, pulling out of the daycare and were about a minute in before Ty spoke again “Stephen, what happened?” I looked up at the mirror as I saw him glancing back at me every so often and I just shrugged a bit as I rubbed my eyes. “Bud, what happened, even Stevie doesn’t have accidents like that much, and the not taking a nap? Really? You know your body needs that rest.” 

I just shrugged again and muttered “I’m fine.” He gave me a bit of a look “You’re not, you look like you pulled an all-nighter, and especially with the accident…you’re worrying me lil dude…” I huffed a bit, hearing that stupid nickname again “I’m fine, it’ll all be fine, just…gotta get used to not needing naps…” 

Ty just sighed again as he drove, continuing to glance back at me as I sat back, staring out the window of the car, seeing the town fly past. Though soon enough we were slowing down and pulling into the house, we didn’t live far from the daycare, and honestly if either Khris or Ty were home for the day I know they’d normally walk me.Ty stopped the car, but didn’t move to get out, instead he turned around and looked at me, patting my leg a bit. 

“Stephen, I’m being serious when I say I’m worried…this isn’t like you at all. I know you wanna be seen as an adult still and wanna be ‘big’, but that’s not a thing anymore, and I’m worried forcing yourself down this path is gonna hurt you more than it helps…” I just rolled my eyes and gave him a look “Well thanks ‘dad’, I’ll take that into consideration, now, let me out” Ty just looked at me, looking a bit upset and hurt as he slowly got out and came to my side, opening the door and unbuckling me as I climbed out and walked towards the house without another word.

Ty followed, opening the door for us and I immediately went to make my way to the living room, but was stopped by his voice “No Stephen, you need a nap, to your room.” I whipped around, shooting a death glare up at him “I don’t need a nap! You can’t just tell me what to do!” Ty gave me a look “I can and I will, now, go to your room or I’ll take you there, your choice.” 

I just glared, feeling my anger rising, who the hell did this guy think he was, telling me when I needed to sleep. Ty just crossed his arms a bit, looking at me, obviously this hadn’t been his first rodeo with me as he simply said “You go or I take you, your choice.” I clenched my first a bit but then yelled out “FINE!” Before stomping to my room, the anger still there as I couldn’t resist the urge to shout back “I hate you!” before slamming my door shut and locking it, stomping to my bed as I felt what often comes with anger welling up inside me…sadness. 

I sniffled a bit as I threw myself on to this stupid toddler bed, in this stupid toddler room, grumbling as I kicked basically everything off, thinking for some reason that’d show them just how mad I was. I slammed myself onto the mattress and curled up, sniffling into my pillow. This was all so…stupid, they wouldn’t let me do ANYTHING, treating me like a stupid child, thinking they have ANY say over ANYTHING with me. 

I just laid there, my thoughts running in angry circles as I felt the tears finally start to run down my cheeks. I stared at the window for a while, watching cars pass outside and hearing the sounds of kids playing after just getting done with school. It was all so…stupid, I thought as I felt my eyes start to flutter, though I was just as determined to keep myself awake. My body though, had other plans, and knew I couldn’t keep myself up like this. I watched out the window and there were moments my eyes would flutter shut for minutes before I realized…and soon enough they fluttered shut and stayed that way as I felt sleep take me, my body giving into the nap I desperately needed at this point.

I don’t even remember dreaming, I just remember falling asleep and then waking up after what felt like a few hours, having the moment of waking from a nap where your entire body feels heavy and you wanna just keep sleeping. I slowly rolled over, feeling a blanket on me now as I looked down, seeing my race car baby blanket on me and my door wide open. Ty must’ve used his screwdriver trick again. 

I slowly sat up, feeling the squish between my legs that was all too familiar and happened nearly every time I slept now. I just softly groaned, my day clothes feeling…gross on me at this point, especially after sleeping in them. As I sat there, rubbing my eyes and waking up, I could hear a conversation in the living room. It sounded like Khris was already home, so I must’ve slept really hard. 

I felt like I was coming in mid conversation as I heard Ty say “I just don’t know Khris, it was a lot.” Khris responded with “I know hun, it’s…hard when he gets like this, I love both big and little Stephen but…when he’s big it’s like he doesn’t understand anything about himself.” Ty sighed “And hearing him say that he hates me…” Khris sounded a bit upset but said “He didn’t mean that and you know it, he was just…tired and probably overwhelmed from his accident…” 

Ty sighed again “Yeah I know…it’s just…easier when he’s little, ya know?” I felt my heart sink and the sadness well up inside me again as I slowly got up and tiptoed to my door. Khris sighed this time “It is, but…we also have to understand he isn’t all used to this still” Ty just stayed silent for a second before responding “I know…I just, I wish he’d try to work with us like Stevie does, instead of fighting everything.” Khris stood “Well he’s asleep right now, so he should be better when he’s…” 

It was just then that she rounded the corner, seeing me standing in the hall, my bottom lip quivering as I stared at her. She just looked stunned, as if caught in the act of sticking her hand in the cookie jar, before saying “Stephen…honey we didn’t…” I just turned and ran into my room, shutting the door before sprinting to my bed and climbing under the covers, feeling the tears already rushing down my face as I started to cry into my knees.

They liked Stevie more, he worked with them, he was their good little boy, he did everything they wanted and I…I was just the problem child. I sat there and cried as I heard the knock at my door and shouted through my tears “GO AWAY!” I heard the door still open as I cried and heard a single set of footsteps walking towards me even as I yelled “I said GO AWAY!” I heard a soft voice, that of Khris as I felt a weight on my bed “No honey” and then I felt her arms wrap around my blanket covered form as I just wailed and sat there. 

She gently rubbed my back and hugged me “I’m so sorry Stephen, I’m so so sorry.” I sniffled and just mumbled out a shaky and snot filled “You don’t want me no more.” She just kept hugging me “No Stephen…that’s not it, we love you, both you and Stevie…it’s just…” She sighed as I tried to answer for her “Stevie’s better.” I felt her hesitate for just a second before gently pulling the blanket off me, looking at me face to face, mine covered in tears and snot as I saw she was also tearing up. 

“No Stephen, Stevie isn’t better or worse, Stevie is you, and you’re Stevie, I just…wish you’d let anyone help you. You don’t have to be big, or do all this on your own…just let us help you.” I sniffled and looked away “I have to be big! I have to…” Khris cut me off with a soft “Shhhh…no Stephen, you don’t, you just have to relax, go with the flow.” 

There was that wording again, same as with Oisin, but Khris continued “I’m…worried about you right now Stephen, the doctors say if you overly stress yourself you could…snap, and…I don’t wanna lose you Stephen…I…I can’t…” She started to sniffle now as the tears welled up and she just hugged me, pulling me close and into her lap. 

“You try to do so much, and I’m worried it’s just hurting you…and I’ll lose you forever Stephen…” I looked up, the tears still running down my cheeks but now I was confused as well, what was she talking about ‘snap’, I’d not heard this, even at my pediatrician. My best guess was that they talked about it outside the room while we were there, but whatever it was…it didn’t sound good if it had her this upset.

We sat there, and just cried together for a long while as she held me tight, as if I might vanish at any second. She calmed down faster than I did, and then slowly worked on calming me, similar to last night with small back rubs and shushing as I just cried into her. After I was somewhat calmed down, still letting out small anguished moans here and there and felt the tears still coming, she gently sat me down on the floor, wiping her tears before grabbing a fresh pull up for me. 

I just followed quietly, sticking to her like a lost puppy at this point as I hiccuped and sniffled, trying to get myself back together unsuccessfully. She gently kneeled down and smiled a weak, motherly smile at me “Shhh..it’s okay Stephen…it’s okay…mommy’s gotcha.” She gently pulled my shorts down and made quick work of ripping the sides of my pull up, cleaning me and getting me to step into the fresh one. She then gently pulled me into another hug, gently patting my back and bottom as she tried to help calm me down fully, rocking me softly as she whispered “Shhh…shhhh….it’s okay…it’s okay..” 

I felt the anxiety and upset feelings fading as she held me, that child mother bond strong even through mental ages as before long she gently let me out of the hug. “There we go…there’s my big boy…” She said, gently combing her fingers through my messy bed head before grabbing a tissue off my dresser and holding it up to my nose. “Blow” she said simply and softly, to which I blew my nose into the tissue and then felt her wipe it clean before throwing all the used items into my diaper pail. 

She smiled a bit and just kissed my forehead “There we go honey…shhh…” I hiccupped a bit more before she slowly helped me back into my shorts and gently scooped me up into her arms, carrying me out and to the living room where Ty sat, looking a bit ashamed as he looked at me. He looked at me “I’m sorry lil dude, I didn’t know you were awake…”

 I just nodded as I cuddled with mom- Khris, and she sat with me in her lap. Ty looked at me “I hope you know I…I love ya little dude, it just…hurt a lot when you said you hated me, it was like a dagger through my heart.” I just nodded slowly as I mumbled “Sorry…” He nodded, patting my leg gently as I just laid on Khris. Khris looked down at me and then Ty “Today’s been a long day, seemingly for all of us…why don’t we just do something easy tonight? Pizza?” Ty nodded and smiled at me “That sound good Stephen?” I nodded slowly as I just cuddled in and Ty stood and walked to the kitchen, probably going to grab a menu.

Ty walked back after a bit, menu in hand as he smiled a bit at us “Why don’t we get the family special? It’s got two pizzas, cheese sticks, and pop.” I nodded a bit as Khris looked down at me “Don’t over do the pop this time, okay Stephen? I don’t need you having another accident today…” 

I felt a slight blush at my cheeks but nodded softly as Ty made the call, going back into the kitchen as Khris just sat with me in her lap, gently rubbing my back and rocking me. I heard Ty ordering the pizza in the other room, one normal cheese, the other supreme, probably for them as my childish tastebuds did make it hard for me to eat anything with lots of different flavors. 

I hear him also order red pop, my mouth immediately watering at the thought of it as it was my favorite always, and likely still will be. Khris just smiled softly at me as I listened and rubbed my back a bit softly “Feeling better honey?” I nodded a bit as she slowly set me next to her “Good, I’m glad to hear it, but we gotta talk, tomorrow when I say it’s nap time, it’s nap time, none of this staying up until you can’t or throwing a tantrum til you have an accident, got it?”

I blushed more at my, now looking back on it, childish actions and just slowly nodded as she ran her fingers through my hair “Good…glad to hear it, now, what do you wanna watch while we wait for this pizza? Bluey?” I cringed almost immediately at the idea and looked up at her “Khris…I’m not a kid right now I-” She cut me off, and gave me a bit of a look 

“Right…I almost forgot with how sweet you were being, we need to talk about…something else, something we can only talk about when you’re an adult.” I felt a small pang of anxiety rise in my chest as I looked up at her, she had a serious look, one I haven’t seen since she said I had to stop sleeping in her room, I knew I was in for a rough conversation.

Khris sighed, as if what was coming next was weighing as heavy on her as it was about to drop on me, and I braced myself for something like her saying I’d have to look for a new place soon or maybe we had to move or something. What came next I would have never guessed though. 

She looked at me seriously and said “Stephen, since you went under the last time, we’ve gone to the doctor a few times, just normal check ups more than anything, but at the last checkup the doctor talked with me about something to do with new research coming out.” I blinked, I’d remembered the visit, I’d gone in and played with the toys before being called back and told I was growing normally and I remember having to get a shot, something that scared even adult me, so that was more than an ordeal…but I didn’t remember this conversation. 

Khris continued “They’ve done research, specifically into kiddos that become lucid and found that high levels of stress can lead to something called a…snap.” I listened closely, she’d used that word earlier when I was having my little breakdown, now I get to find out why. 

She took my hand gently “Snaps happen when virus victims stress themselves out too much, often when trying to be an adult still when they’re not, now I want you to know I’m not saying this to scare you because I’m just as worried about this. From what they’ve gathered when a person snaps, it’s almost like forcing them out of being lucid from what they can tell, and can cause them to have issues…” I looked up “Like…accidents…?” 

She just nodded “So when I heard you’d had one today…I got very scared, especially seeing you so deeply asleep when I got home. I just want you to be safe and make sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process of trying to…I honestly don’t know what you’re trying to do other than prove yourself to…no one at this point.” 

I stared up at her as she  gently started to pet my head, I could see her lip trembling a bit “They don’t know how serious these snaps are Stephen, what they do to people, they say that it is something many bounce back from, but there are a few stories of kids just…snapping and never coming fully back and…Stephen, I…I don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you, I love you so much sweetie, and I wanna protect you, but I can’t protect you from hurting yourself.” 

She gently pulled me close, kissing my head “Just…please, I don’t wanna lose you…I need you to just let us help you…understand we know you’re big…but we can’t keep letting you hurt yourself like you’ve been.” I just looked up at her, feeling her so close to me I could hear her voice breaking as she held me, so I just nodded as I leaned on her “I…I’ll try I just…I don’t want you two thinking I’m some…small child constantly needing help.” 

Khris nodded “But…you are a kid Stephen, my kid, and I know what’s gonna help you the most, okay? So please…let me help you, okay?” I just nodded slowly as she hugged me and kissed my head again. “That’s all I ask honey…just relax, let us help you.” I nodded again as I laid on her and she smiled a bit, gently petting me as I thought about what I’d just learned…and all I could think about was that moment of fuzziness in the bathroom with Sarah…was that a snap? Or the start of one? If so…I’d have to be a lot more careful…and try to get these emotions under control sooner rather than later.

Khris just gently rubbed my side as Ty walked back in and smiled “Alright, pizzas ordered and will be here soon, so, what’s on the docket tonight? Cartoons? A movie? Watching paint dry?” I felt a giggle escape me at that last one and Ty practically beamed a bit at that “There’s a giggle, haven’t heard that in almost two days, here I was thinking my material was getting stale.” 

He walked over and sat as Khris smiled softly down at me “Well…what do you wanna do sweetie?” I shrugged softly and looked, “I guess we can try Bluey…but it’s for kids right?” Ty gave me an almost offended gasp “Not at all! I actually like the show a lot…I mean I didn’t know it existed until YOU forced me to watch it with you for almost three hours straight one day, but honestly, it’s great for kids and adults.” 

 I blushed at that but nodded as Khris pulled it up and smiled down “I think you’ll like it hun, honestly, and if not we can swap to something else, sound good?” I looked up “Yeah…sounds good.” She started the first episode and as I heard the opening kick up I felt a small jolt of elation. That feeling of Stevie poking his head to the surface as it was like I’d not seen the show since I was truly a kid, even though I watched it literally two nights ago with Khris while Ty was out with a friend. 

I watched the show, leaned on Khris and felt enamored with it, not realizing as time seemed to slip away a bit and before I knew it the episode was already over and Ty looked at me “So…whatcha think lil dude?” I blushed a bit as I shrugged “I mean..it was alright” He chuckled “Oh yeah? That’s why you barely even moved and just quietly watched the entire time? I thought for a second you reverted back already.” 

I blushed more as I looked down and Khris chuckled “Ty…no need to tease him, if he liked it, he liked it. No need to push it past there.” Ty nodded a bit, sitting back as he checked the time, likely checking to see if the pizza was late. I went to move, blinking a bit as I felt a slight squish between my legs, I tried not to tense too much as I realized…during that time of watching Bluey…I’d…I’d had an actual accident…and almost immediately felt the sharp shot of panic as I thought about what Khris and I had just talked about. I knew I’d slipped a bit too far down the slope already…the question was if I could claw my way back up or if I’d slide even farther tonight. 

I just laid there, hoping I wouldn’t have to move as the next episode started and we all watched. I was trying to think of a way out of this that wouldn’t let Khris suspect me of anything but my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and Ty practically jumping onto his feet “That’d be the pizza! I’m starving!” 

He quickly made his way to the door, pulling his wallet out as Khris rolled her eyes a bit, pausing the episode “Alright honey…lets get you to your seat for dinner.” She went to pick me up but I quickly squirmed away “I..I can walk Khris.” She gave me a bit of a look but nodded as I hopped off the couch and shuffled my way to the kitchen, trying to make my walk look as normal as possible, even with the added bulk between my legs from the now soggy pull up. 

I shuffled to my seat and slowly climbed up onto it, looking back as I sat to see Khris watching me closely. I looked up and likely looked a bit nervous “Y-Yeah?” She shrugged “Nothin, just watchin ya, waitin’ for Ty to get the pizza’s in, but I can hear the ‘starving’ guy talking our delivery guy’s ear off about his car.” She sighed as I nodded a bit quietly and before long we heard the door open and shut again, Ty bringing in all the food as Khris gave him a bit of a look. 

He looked back at her “What…?” She sighed “We’re hungry as well ya know.” He groaned a bit “Khris, it’s not often you see a pizza guy driving a Jeep in that good of condition, and the way it just hummed?” He gave a bit of a chef's kiss as I giggled again at him and he nodded to me “See? Stephen gets it.” Khris sighed as she got the plates out “Yep…you two are just two peas in a pod for that.” 

Ty set the pizza’s down and Khris got my plate ready along with a sippy cup of soda. She brought my food over, setting it in front of me and looking a bit seriously at me “This is your only cup of soda tonight, got it? After this it’s water, milk, or juice.” I nodded a bit as I looked up, quietly mumbling “Thanks Khris.” She smiled, ruffling my hair a bit “Of course sweetie, eat up.” She went to go make her plate as I started to eat, she’d started me with a plate of one slice of cheese, a few cheese sticks and some marinara sauce. 

I started with my pizza, starting to slowly eat as the other two sat down in their chairs. I glanced up at them as they started their conversation up again from last night about us going to the mall, though this time Khris talked about wanting to go to specific stores, starting off with needing to get me new shoes. She looked at me “Now, one thing about the new shoes…you gotta pick something you AND Stevie will like, nothing too plain otherwise Stevie might lose his marbles.” 

I nodded “Alright…I mean, light up shoes are cool no matter what so, I’ll probably go with those.” She smiled and chuckled a bit “Well…maybe you and Stevie have closer tastes than I thought.” She went back to eating as I squirmed a bit in my seat, my pull up starting to get cool and a bit uncomfortable. This was gonna be a long dinner if I didn’t speed it up somehow….

I tried to eat as fast as I could, something that Khris didn’t miss as she sighed a bit, grabbing a napkin after a bit and wiping my cheek “Slow down Stephen, it’s not going anywhere, and you’re making a mess of yourself.” I blushed a bit as I nodded “S..Sorry.” She smiled softly “It’s fine hun, just slow it down, do you want another piece?” 

My tummy told me yes in a heartbeat, but my rapidly cooling pull up told me I needed a change even more. I likely looked unsure as Khris gave me a bit of a look “What’s wrong hun? Pizza not good?” I looked up quickly “No! It’s really good I just…um…I gotta go to the bathroom!” I nodded as Khris gave a slight chuckle “Then go ahead silly, you don’t need to wait for permission.” I nodded and quickly pulled myself out of my chair and shuffled off towards the bathroom, but instead of going in I flicked on the light and just shut the door from the outside before tiptoeing to my room. 

I shuffled in and quickly made my way to my pull ups, pulling one out as I yanked my shorts down quickly and tore the sides of my sodden pull up, quickly putting it in the pail incase Khris decided to try and check on me. I cleaned myself up and slid my new pull up on, sighing happily at the feeling of the fresh, dry padding around my waist. I hated the feeling of a wet pull up more than anything. 

I was just sliding my shorts up as I heard Khris walking towards the bathroom “Stephen…everything going okay in there?” I heard her knock on the bathroom door and felt my heart jump into my mouth a bit, but quickly went to the corner closest to the bathroom wall, trying to talk through it to make it sound like I was in there “Yep! Everything’s fine!” 

Looking back this was probably the most childish thing I could’ve done, as Khris and Ty both heard my voice coming from my room. I knew that because almost immediately I heard Khris’ footsteps coming towards my room. I just tensed more as she walked in, looking confused at me “Stephen…? Why are you in here? Didn’t you need to potty?” I nodded “Y-Yeah…but then I realized I had a stain on my shirt and wanted to…change it.” 

She gave me a bit of a look “Stephen…are you lying to me right now?” I looked nervous as I looked up at her and she crossed her arms a bit “Why are you in here Stephen…” I looked down, knowing I’d been caught at this point. “I had an accident during Bluey…” I mumbled as Khris continued to look down at me. She gave a soft sigh “And…why didn’t you say anything Stephen…” I shrugged a bit as I just stared down at my feet. 

Khris walked over, picking me up gently. “Hun, we just talked about this…you need to let us help you, and especially if you had an accident you need to tell me, so you don’t get a rash or leak.” I softly nodded as she sighed “And I’m sure you stressed yourself out more doing all of this run around…” She carried me out and sat me in my booster seat, I saw a fresh slice of pizza in front of me as she looked at me “That was strike one hun, I’m gonna start checking you now, whether you like it or not, I can’t have you being wet for long periods of time or not telling us.” 

Ty nodded a bit at that as he just ate, speaking with his mouth a bit full. “You can’t get a rash again dude, I can’t deal with the whining again, it was unbearable.” I nodded softly and started to eat again, just thinking about what was going on…why did everything seem so…hard now.

Dinner passed by much faster without the uncomfortable feelings around my waist and soon enough I was hopping out of my booster seat while Khris filled my sippy cup with water as I’d finished my soda fairly quickly. She brought it over, handing it to me and smiling “Why don’t you go watch TV until bedtime kiddo, you got about an hour.” I nodded as I shuffled over and climbed onto the couch. Bluey was still left up, paused mid episode, I could change it right now to something more mature…but there was this gnawing inside me, telling me to just watch it. 

I gave a soft sigh, starting the show back up as I heard Ty walk to the garage, liking going to work on his car and I heard Khris doing dishes. I watched the childish show, enjoying it for the most part as I realized for the first time since waking back up I was just…relaxing, letting myself just do something without second guessing it. I gave a soft smile as I laid on the couch, just watching my show. The day had been long and though I’d just gotten up from my nap around an hour and a half ago, I felt the tiredness creeping up, even after having the sugary soda. 

Likely this tiredness was coming from my body struggling with the virus due to all my stress, mixed with the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been on all day. I checked the time and saw it was around 6 currently, meaning I wasn’t going to bed much earlier than normal with 7. I just laid there and watched the cartoon, letting it autoplay into the next episode as I heard the water turn off in the kitchen and Khris walked out, smiling a bit at me as I waved “Well well..guess someone does like this show huh?” 

I blushed a bit and nodded “It’s not too bad as kid shows go, even has some like…adult humor in it.” She nodded “It’s why I’m glad you’re obsessed with it and paw patrol, I figure there’s much worse you could be into.” I blushed and nodded a bit as she sat on the other end of the couch, near my feet and just started to gently rub my leg while watching with me, likely trying to help me wind down and get more tired. 

I hated to admit it though, but it was working as she gently worked up to rubbing my back and smiling softly at me as I watched this children's show, feeling the sleepiness overcoming me faster and faster, yawning softly. She smiled down at me “Mhm…had a feeling you’d be sleepy tonight…lots of big emotions the last few days…” I nodded softly as my eyes started to flutter and she just kept gently rubbing up and down my back. I saw the next episode starting as I felt sleepiness taking over, hearing the theme song echoing into my ears as my eyes slowly fluttered shut and then…sleep took me into its embrace, the gentle back rubs being the last thing I felt before going into dreamland.

I feel myself waking up, though I felt odd to say the least, like my body just felt…weird and wrong, my eyes fluttering open as I laid on the couch still. I sat up and saw all the lights were off, minus the TV which seemed to be playing an older cartoon that I felt like I recognized, but not totally…disney must’ve autoplayed to it. Still, it was odd I was still out here, I’d fallen asleep on the couch before and every time Khris brought me to my room and I’d wake up in my bed. 

I looked around, the house only illuminated by the glow of the old cartoon on the TV and everything looked…much more scary in the dark. I slowly hopped off the couch and walked to turn on the living room light, but upon trying to reach for the switch, it was higher than normal by at least a foot. I looked up at it and then myself again, I still looked around four, hadn’t shrunk at all that I could tell…maybe I was misremembering? I shrugged a bit and made my way to the kitchen, going to turn the light on in there and this time the light switch was in reach, but when I flipped it the light briefly flashed before going out, and I could’ve sworn I saw…people at the table in that flash. 

I rubbed my eyes, I’d have to tell Ty about the blown bulb tomorrow morning, obviously I was still tired and it was starting to affect me. I went to walk towards my room, leaving the TV as it was currently my only source of light. The problem was the hall seemed to be extremely dark, more so than usual, but still I pushed forward towards my room. 

I reached the door, fumbling around in the darkness and finally finding the handle, slowly opening the door and seeing my night light was on, the stars projected onto the ceiling. Khris must’ve turned it on for me just in case I woke up and decided to go to bed. I slowly walked into my room and looked around, everything felt…off, like I was in a place I shouldn’t be for some reason, even though this had been my room for almost six months now. 

I looked at my bed and realized something was even more off than I thought, there was…someone in my bed, the lump of what looked like a child laying there, my heart jumped into my mouth as I saw it. I just stared at them, unsure what to do or say, Khris hadn’t said anything about someone like Oisin coming over to stay, and we didn’t have any family around my age…maybe Ty did but he would’ve asked me before putting em in my bed. Maybe that’s why they’d left me on the couch? Maybe it was a sudden need? 

Either way I needed to grab my pajamas and get to the living room again, this place felt…unsafe. I went to slowly open my dresser where my PJs were, finding them quickly when I heard something behind me, the bed creaking. I slowly looked back and saw the child had moved from being rolled away to looking at the ceiling, and it was only now I realized while being this close…the kid had similar hair to me…. I just stared, hoping I hadn’t woken them, though I wish I had looked away as they slowly rolled over, looking at me…but what was looking at me wasn’t a..person. 

It looked like one, it had facial features like one, it looked like it had a nose, places where eyes and a mouth would be, but…where those should’ve been was just…skin. It looked like the skin had just grown over those places, I stumbled back, my back slamming into the dresser as they slowly sat up. I heard..something coming from them, a noise of some sort, but by now my heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears so if they were talking somehow, I couldn’t hear it. 

I saw them wearing my paw patrol PJs and they slowly pulled themselves out of bed when my fight or flight kicked in. I threw the clothes I had in hand at them and sprinted for the door, running into the hall as I heard footsteps following close behind. I ran as fast as I could for the glowing light of the TV, the slapping footsteps of the other child behind me as I started to call out now “KHRIS!? TY?! HELP!!” I heard nothing in response as I ran, the hall seeming to get longer as this…thing followed me. 

I just kept running, feeling my breath starting to catch as I felt tears of fear starting to well up in me as I called out “KHRIS! HELP ME! PLEEEEASE! K…MOMMY! MOOOMMY!” I screamed as I ran, the light of the TV now within reach as I sprinted in, but felt…something trip me up, sending me sprawling to the floor with a loud thud and a yelp of pain as I looked back. 

Now laying in the light from the TV as that thing ran from the darkness at me, it’s hand outstretched as it went to grab for me. I could only scream and cover my face as I felt it get close, its footsteps shaking the very floor I sat on. I felt it’s hand barely touch me when I felt a jolt of anxiety and suddenly I was shot up in my bed, mid-scream as I heard footsteps rushing to my door.

My door was thrown open with me screaming again as I covered myself and I heard footsteps coming to my bed quickly and I felt a weight on it before there were suddenly arms around me and I heard Khris. “Shhhh, Stevie shhhhh, it’s okay, I’m right here honey, shhhh…” She started to gently rub my back and head, looking around defensively as I shook in her arms, whimpering. 

I felt terrified, but I felt too scared to cry as I just let Khris hold me, actually pushing myself into her as she looked down at me. “Sweetie, what happened? Is everything okay?” I just shook my head softly as I cuddled into her and she gently pulled me into her lap. “Did you have a bad dream sweetie…?” I just nodded quietly as I heard her sigh in relief but continued to just rock and hold me close. She gently patted me “It’s okay sweetie…mommy’s here…I’m right here….” 

I nodded slowly as she helped calm me, that feeling of tears on the verge of coming out fading as I laid on her and she smiled down, likely feeling my heartbeat slowing. “There we go…that’s my boy…shhh…” She rocked me for a few more seconds before going to set me on the bed again. At that moment I felt a jolt run through me, realizing she was gonna try and leave, and I reached up, grabbing her arm a bit tight as she looked at me “Stephen…? What’s going on hun..?” 

I just looked at her “I…I don’t wanna sleep in here…” She looked honestly surprised for a second, before confusion washed across her face “Oh…? Well…why not?” I looked down, feeling childish as she gently took my chin, tilting my head back up to her. “Come on…honey, you gotta tell me.” I whimpered out a soft “I…I had a dream someone was…in my bed…and…they looked like me and…I couldn’t find you and…they…they had no face Khris…” 

She looked surprised again as she sighed a bit and nodded, though her face portrayed that…she’d heard this before. She just gently checked my pull up and nodded “Well…you need a change but…would you like to sleep with us for tonight?” I blinked as she suggested this but the childish side of me was practically begging at this point to get out of this room, so I nodded. Khris smiled a bit and ran her fingers through my hair “Want me to change you? So we can get back to bed?” I just nodded as she gently set me on the floor, pulling my sleep pants down and tearing the sides of my pull up, cleaning me quickly causing me to jump at the still cold wipe, but it was nothing close to the discomfort this room gave me right now. 

She got me in the fresh pull up, pulling my pants up and throwing the old one out before picking me up and carrying me out and to their room, my old room when Khris and I had been together. As we walked in I saw the room hadn’t changed much, minus Ty’s clothes being in the dresser that’d been mine and obviously his stuff on the nightstand next to where he currently sat, looking at us tiredly “Everything okay?” Khris shook her head a bit “Nightmare.” 

Ty just nodded in understanding as he scooched over a bit and Khris laid me down next to him, in the middle of the bed as she gently covered me with the blanket, smiling softly at me. I would be lying if I said this didn’t feel weird, because it felt extremely weird, I hadn’t been in this room in months, at least not when I was big, and now here I was, being laid down in my old bed with my ex-girlfriend, now mommy and her boyfriend. 

It bothered me slightly at how all of this was hitting me, but the anxiety of the dark enveloped me quickly as Khris turned off her lamp and climbed into bed. I let a soft whimper out as Khris gently laid down and put her arm around me “I’m right here Stevie…” I just cuddled into her as she rubbed my back and yawned. I laid there for a while, staring into the inky blackness of the room until my eyes adjusted mostly to the dark, just cuddled into Khris. I felt my body quickly getting more and more tired as Khris’ rubbing slowly stopped and I heard the familiar snoring I’d not heard in months. I just laid on her pretty much as I slowly started to feel myself pulled back into the dream world, hoping that hellish dream didn’t come back as my eyes fluttered shut. _________________________________________________________ If you'd like to see more of this and more stories frequently along with getting the ability to vote in my monthly story poll, join my patreon here at https://www.patreon.com/JTwritesstuff

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