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The train is really shaky today.
It makes my doodles look aesthetically messy~
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I Got All I Need
Le Sserafim Kim Chaewon (ft. Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader)
Categories/warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation, voyeurism i think, anal, abuse, rough sex, like really really rough sex (kinda)
Word count: 1.6k
a/n: wrote on a whim lol no proofread no beta im sorry anways--
Chaewon lay bored in her bed, having exhausted her SNS feeds and Watch Later playlist. Her members sent all manner of pictures with their families and other friends in the groupchat, and honestly, genuinely, Chaewon was happy for them! And just a teeny bit envious, that's all, cross her heart and hope to die.
Her phone read 6:06 pm, and on her first long weekend off in the year, she had nothing to do. She was getting desperate for some fun. She opened her contacts app and punched in a random number.
"Ah, sorry, Chaewon-ssi," the voice on the other end of the line admitted, "Yena won't be back in Korea until next Friday. I'll let her know you called."
"Hi, this is Eunbi! I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!" Of course she uses an answering machine, Chaewon thought.
"Hi, Unnie!" Chaewon was overjoyed! "Hey Minmin, I was just curious if you were down to eat--" The sound of a bell rang loud in the other side of the phone call. "Oops, I'm really really sorry Unnie. Gotta get back now. Long night ahead of us, they're even killing my character again today! See you soon!"
Looking to her closet, Chaewon's mind was half-set to just put on a warm coat and go out alone. That's a thing people do nowadays, right? Go out and eat by themselves?
Sighing, she went for one last-ditch effort. She knows she won't pick up. She knows that even if she does, she wouldn't want to come out. She knows that if she wants to come out, it'll be shabu-shabu and sitting around by the Han River. "Oh well," Chaewon resigned, "At least I won't be alone."
She scrolled down her contacts and found her name. Tap, tap, tap, and the ringing started. One ring, two, three, and four. Chaewon expected this, so much so that she's not even disappointed.
"H-hello?" Chaewon fought back a gasp! "Hey, hi Yuri! I was going to go out for a bite--"
"Ah, fuck..." Silence filled the phone line for a good few seconds before Yuri's end broke it again. "Shit, th-that's really good."
"Yuri?" "Ffffuck yes, just like that..." Disbelief filled Chaewon's mind. "Sorry," Yuri struggled to whisper, "wh-who is this?"
"It's... It's Chaewo-" "Fuck! Shit, shit, shit, please..."
Chaewon had half a mind to just drop the call then and there, and she should, right? This is one of her best friends in the world. Busy, as they say, with something important.
"Unnie, I'm so sorry, I just have the thickest cock ripping my asshole apart right now, ahhh, oh fuck, OH FUCK!"
Although, as much as Chaewon wants to deny it, dropping the call was out of the question now. She had to know just what exactly was going on.
"Are you okay, Yuri? Do... you need me to call someone?"
"Haahhhhh... Ahh, AHHHH!" Yuri's scream ripped through the phone line, and Chaewon couldn't keep her own free hand from straying anymore.
"Unnie, I... I need y-you... to keep a... a secret," It was hard for Chaewon to decipher what her friend was saying, between every moan and grunt littered across her speech. She couldn't resist, though, that she was paying more attention to them than whatever words could be spilling out of Yuri's mouth.
"I'm... with my... with my boyfriend. He's p-pounding my ass right now..." Chaewon was groping her own ass at that moment, and she could feel herself getting moist.
She heard whispering at the other end. Yuri's voice rang clearer, even if a bit shakier. "He says... if I end the call... he'll tie me up and, and leave me," Yuri's breaths are heavy and laced with exhaustion, "un-until morning. So I'm sorry, but I can't... Mmmmff..."
Chaewon couldn't believe she was getting hot to the sound of her friend getting fucked hard. There was no way pure, sweet, innocent Yuri was like this, right? Absolutely impossible.
And yet, she found her own hand slipping under her panties. She felt her smooth pussy lips, how they were slick against her fingers, and how her insides were starting to burn up.
"Unnie... he's making me tell you..." Chaewon was all ears now, desperate for more.
"I have six inches of cock up my ass... and three ffffingers... in my soaking cunt." Three wouldn't fit, Chaewon thought, so she settled for two inside herself. Her pussy lips parted for them, and Chaewon let out a tiny "mmmh."
"He... he's rubbing my clit, and... AHHH--" Chaewon was palming her own clit as her fingers shoved themselves slowly in and out of her pussy, letting more of her juices out and onto her panties.
"... and he's s-slapping and pinching it, Unnie..." Frustrated and in heat, Chaewon frantically stripped and kicked away both her shorts and panties; they were ruined anyway. She lay comfortably back onto her bed and spread her legs, in prime position for her own missionary fucking, with regrettably nothing more than her left hand.
"And Unnie..." Her former member's deep and heavy breaths occupied the phone line. "P-please... don't let this... change how you see me... God, please, no..."
Chaewon pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy hard now. Her juices were falling all over her bedsheets, and the scent of her sex reaching her nose only spurred her on.
"Yuri... Tell me."
"He... he creampied me, Unnie..." Suddenly, Chaewon's hips lifted off the bed momentarily as she heard this. Her fingers found a good spot as she returned to the bed, and from then on strove to hit it again and again and again.
"More, Yuri-yah... please..." She couldn't hide it anymore, Chaewon was moaning just as loudly now as her beloved friend.
"Th-three times, Unnie... in my ass..." Chaewon's eyes shut tight as her brain locked onto what was being said. "And... six... I think, in my... my pussy... oh- OH GOD!"
Chaewon started grinding against her palm, forcing more pleasure through her crotch. She humped against the air, lifting and dropping her hips in a needy bid for her sweet release.
"FUCK! Unnie, I can't remember-- Shhhhhit, shitshitshitshit... How- how many times he came in my cunt- AHHHH!"
She could hear it so much better now, how her friend's ass slapped against her boyfriend's waist. Yuri's moans rang louder still, pushing her phone's speaker to its limit.
"Unnie, holy fuck, Unnie... Please... don't..." Yuri collected herself for a moment before starting again. "He... he has my-my nipples in clamps, too... It hurts so good, Chaewon-unnie, shit... everything is so good..."
Chaewon struggled against her top, and managed to get all of it up past her chest and under her neck. Her breasts bounced out from under her bra and relaxed. She pinched and squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could, feeling the nub stiffen against her fingertips.
"And I came, Unnie..." Her fingers returned to pleasuring her now-leaking pussy. Chaewon rubbed around her lips to collect more of her slick, before shoving now three of her fingers inside her.
"I came so... so many times. F-fifteen... before I- ahhh- lost c-count." Chaewon found her pace and rhythm again. She pistoned her fingers into and out of her sex as her moans reached the other end of the line too.
"Fuck, Yuri-yah, that sounds so fucking good... I'm close... I'm so close!"
"He's forcing me t-to tell you, Unnie, ahhhhh..."
Chaewon shut her eyes again, wishing, imagining it was her getting the railing of her life. Only now did she realize how big the wet spot on her bed between her legs was.
"I'm... Unnie, I'm... his slut. I'm his ffffuuuckdoll..."
Chaewon was straining herself now, her arm muscles burning with overexertion. She felt her cunt leak so much of her sex all over her hand. She wildly fingered her g-spot, praying that her climax comes soon.
"I'm his pleasure girl, Unnie," Chaewon heard her friend's voice break with sobs between words and moans. "I'm his slutty, hhhorny, p-personal o-onahole..."
At this point, Chaewon was sobbing too. Why couldn't she have a boyfriend like that? Why can't she be the one getting sexually taken advantage of? She even bet she could make Yuri's boyfriend feel worlds better than Yuri ever could.
"I'm his... I'm his slutty fucking cumdump, Unnie! He fucks me raw and creampies my cunt- AHHHHH- and I love when he fills my womb up so much it leaks out of my abused pussy!"
A scream dragged itself across Chaewon's throat, and she made sure both Yuri and her boyfriend heard. Chaewon's arm burned hotter with overfatigue as she was nearly breaking her own pussy with how hard she was pumping. "Fuck, Yuri! Please! I need to cum!"
"Fuck, Unnie, me too! Shit, Unnie, I have to tell you..."
Tears streamed down Chaewon's cheeks now, her crotch and thighs soaked with her slick. She's already lost control of herself and fully gave in to her body's desires, wailing cries and moans that she couldn't even recognize as her own anymore.
"I'm not safe, Unnie! I'm so fucking f-fertile! He's going to make me pregnant! H-he's put- FUCKING SHIT, PLEASE DADDY- He's putting a fucking baby in my womb!!! AAAHHHHHHH!"
"FFFFUCK, YURI! HOLY FUCK I'M CUMMING SO MUCH!!!"
Chaewon's cum sprayed out of her sore cunt in intense streams. Chaewon forcefully pulled her fingers out as her hips convulsed violently, wringing out every last drop of her climax. She kept squirting for what felt like ages, and with every spurt of her girlcum she grew less and less alert.
Her eyes were heavy, and her ears were failing her. Her hands dropped to the sides, as did her waist onto the mattress as her climax overwhelmingly resolved. She grew less and less aware of her heart beating out of her chest, and, finally, passed out naked on her cum-soaked bed.
a/n: lmao jesus christ anyways this wasn't the incest smut i was talking abt that's still in the works
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Pinky Promise
Pinky Promise 2
Part 3
Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But it’s who is asking that makes him worried.
Word count: 2k
A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C
You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brother’s name.
The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.
Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.
The number that flashed on his screen wasn’t one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.
“Seresin.”
“Oh shit! That’s the Jake that’s in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?” The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.
“Sorry to disappoint. Who is this?” Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.
“Ah. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.” Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.
“Y/N? Is that you?” He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?
“I am not answering that question until you promise me.” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasn’t her.
“Alright. I promise I won’t tell him right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.
“Fine. I’m at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.” Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. That’s if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.
“Anyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and it’s a long ass walk back to my apartment.” Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.
“Where are you? I’m on my way.” He turned on his truck and waited for a response.
“Shoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.” Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least that’s the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.
But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.
You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to finish this water anyway.” Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldn’t be long.
It wasn’t but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldn’t be the last time you called him.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Are you close?” As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.
“Five minutes away. Everything alright?” The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.
“Umm, it’s probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and it’s making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I’m also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.” Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.
“I’ve always been told to listen to your gut.” He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.
“My gut is telling me they want tacos.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that came out.
“We can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?” He heard you hum again.
“Slight problem. He is following me now.” Jake’s heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.
“Shit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.” He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.
“No don’t-“ He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.
Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!” You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you weren’t to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldn’t be for the best.
When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.
He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. “Bradley didn’t say how much it hurts to hit someone.”
Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didn’t look too bad.
“He probably didn’t think you would ever have to do that. Why don’t we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.” He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.
He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. “Want to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?”
You shook your head at the question. “Have you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.” You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.
“I will say I didn’t expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.” Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.
“He probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.” You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasn’t long until the next question came.
“What happened at the bar?” You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.
“The guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I don’t know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.” You missed the way Jake’s hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.
“He was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he would’ve gotten more than a broken nose.” You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.
“How long until you tell bird boy what happened?” Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.
“If I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.” He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.
It was silent in the car until he heard you say, “I’m not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.” Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.
“I see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.” He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.
“You’re not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.” Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.
He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.
“Hey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.
He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.
Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didn’t realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman
He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasn’t awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.
Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. That’s if Bradley didn’t lock you up after tonight’s events.
A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!
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i want sweet revenge and i want him again !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them ignoring their feelings and making the worst decisions.
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for when they will always be your summer love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader
sequel - you were my summer love ⋆·˚ ༘ *
warnings - language
author's note - posting this at 3am bc i have midterms from monday and it's very unlikely i'll post again this month 💔💔💔💔 i love u all so much thank u for reading <3
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yourusername "get him back!" is finally out!!!! i wrote this song in my car after breaking down over the consequences of my own actions and getting yelled at by my twitter girlies <3 summer was fun i had fun we all had fun but the aftermath is not pretty so fuck them boys u all stay happy and thriving hydrated!!!! get ur sweet revenge and get him back!!!!! but fr pls tell his mom her son sucks ❤️
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paddock.club rumours have been swirling around pierre gasly and his anonymous girlfriend, who's affectionately called 'augustine' by his fans, and their alleged break-up for weeks now. the said rumours were confirmed as gasly was seen out in monaco and he certainly wasn't alone — or with just one consistent company. "this may confuse some people but they were very different from each other," sources close to the couple claimed. "after summer break ended, it felt like so did whatever they had going on." this comes as a shock as despite knowing almost nothing about augustine, fans adored her and they're devasted about the end of their summer love. click on the link in our bio for everything that we know about their relationship.
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Against All Odds - L.HS
𝜗ৎSynopsis𝜗ৎ : Heeseung and Yn had never been on good terms with eachother. Yn had always like Heeseung, but Heeseung hadn't really realised how much he liked her until that one night...
𝜗ৎWarnings𝜗ৎ : MDNI, Smut, degradation words {slut, whore, etc}, Heeseung is kinda toxic, sadistic scenes {as always T.T}, Second ml syndrome, unprotected sex {naurr}
𝜗ৎAuthor's note𝜗ৎ : So it was supposed to be released 2 days agobut tumblr didn't save my draft so i basically re-wrote a lot of scenes and it turned out really rushed and i'm really sorry for that. And this is also my first fic exceeding over 2k words ^^
dividers and moodboard are by @dollywons
𝜗ৎWord count𝜗ৎ : 7.6 k {TT TT}
It had been years since I last saw Heeseung. We had grown up together, attending the same schools, sharing the same classrooms, and even living on the same street. But that all changed when we turned 18. Something had snapped inside of him, and he suddenly became this intolerable asshole who seemed to enjoy making my life a living hell. He knew I liked him and he'd always use it against me. He'd just fuck me and just disappear. I didn't understand it then, and I still didn't now, as I stood in front of the mirror in my dorm room, getting ready for the college welcome party.
I had been hesitant to go at first, mostly because I was afraid of running into him. But my friends had practically dragged me there, promising me that there were plenty of other people to meet and have fun with. And so, here I was, in the middle of a crowded room filled with strangers, trying to focus on the music and the laughter around me, while my mind kept drifting back to him.
Just then, a familiar voice cut through the noise, and I felt my heart skip a beat. It was him. Heeseung. He looked different somehow, older and more confident. His features were sharper, more defined, and he carried himself with an air of arrogance that I couldn't quite place. He was talking to a group of people I didn't recognize, laughing at something they must have said, and for a brief moment, I felt a strange mix of anger and jealousy rise up inside me.
But then, something unexpected happened. He glanced in my direction, our eyes meeting for the briefest of moments, and there was something in his expression that I couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't hatred, or anger, or even disdain. It was… something else. Curiosity, maybe? Before I could process it further, he turned away, returning to his conversation with his new friends.
A wave of confusion washed over me, and I found myself struggling to breathe as I tried to understand what had just happened. Why did he look at me like that? And why did it feel like my heart was about to burst out of my chest? I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
As the night went on, I found myself constantly glancing in his direction, watching him interact with others, trying to decipher the enigmatic expression that had been etched onto his face earlier. He was charismatic and engaging, and people seemed to gravitate towards him effortlessly. And yet, there was something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something that made me feel both drawn to him and repulsed at the same time.
I must have been staring at him for too long, because suddenly, someone handed me a drink. Before I could ask what it was, the fruity liquid went down my throat, and an unexpected warmth spread throughout my body. I felt a newfound sense of confidence wash over me, and with it came the urge to approach him. To say something, to break the ice. But what could I possibly say to someone like him?
I took another sip of my drink, trying to steady my nerves as I made my way through the crowd towards him. His back was to me, and for a brief moment, I considered just turning around and going back to my friends. But something inside me refused to let go of this absurd desire to confront him. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was the years of pent-up anger and frustration finally bubbling to the surface.
And before I knew it, the alcohol took over my sanity. With a deep breath, I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, his expression unreadable as he looked at me. For a moment, neither of us said anything. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears, and my heart raced as I searched for something to say. Anything to break the silence.
"Hey," I managed to choke out, my voice sounding strangely thick in my ears. "Remember me?"
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by my drunken bravado. "Should I?" he drawled, his voice smooth as silk.
I couldn't help but feel a flash of anger at his arrogance. "You remember me, don't you?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're exaggerating" he said, waving his hand dismissively. "I barely remember you."
I felt a stab of anger course through me as I realized I had been hoping for some sort of apology, some acknowledgement of the pain he had caused. But it seemed I was wrong.
"Well, maybe you don't remember me, but I remember you," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I remember every single time you called me names, every single time you pushed me around, every single time you made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Every single time you'd leave me alone and just disappear"
His expression turned mockingly sympathetic, and I felt a hot flush of anger course through me. "Is that so?" he drawled. "And what makes you think that any of that matters now?"
"Because it does matter!" I exclaimed, my voice rising. "It mattered then, and it matters now. You may think you're all grown up and sophisticated now, but you can't just walk away from the things you've done."
He laughed, shaking his head. "You really are something else, aren't you? Still holding onto the past like it means something."
I felt a sting of hurt at his words, but I refused to let it show. "The past shapes who we are, you know," I said, my voice steady despite the alcohol. "And you can't just pretend it never happened."
He snorted derisively. "Well, you're hardly in any position to judge me," he sneered. "Look at you, wasted and pathetic. Drunk off your ass at your own party."
I felt a stab of pain at his words, but I refused to let him see it. Instead, I smiled sweetly and took another sip of my drink. "You're right," I said, nodding slowly. "I am wasted. But you know what? It feels good to finally stand up to you, even if it is in a drunken haze."
"You're so fucking pathetic" He laughed, shaking his head. "Still so angry, still so… consumed by the past. You really think I give a shit about any of this?" He took a step closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Look at you, drunk and pathetic. Just like the old days."
He pulled me by my waist, closer to him, "Aren't you still the slut who wants to beg for my cock?"
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "You think you're someone important, someone who can stand up to me?" He said as he nibbled the flesh around my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You're still just a pathetic little whore, just like you always were."
I couldn't help but fall into his manipulative touch again. It was as if I was drawn to the pain, as if I needed him to hurt me in order to feel alive. I let out a soft moan, arching my back against him as he continued to nibble and suck at my neck. His hands moved lower, cupping my ass and grinding me against his hard length. The alcohol seemed to fog my thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation of his body against mine.
--
So here we were, in Heeseung's house. I had no idea how we even ended up her but all I could feel right now were his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, making me shiver. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, and whispered, "You're such a slut for me."
And just like that, something inside me snapped. It was like a switch had been flipped. All of a sudden, I didn't care about how much I hated him or how much he pissed me off. I didn't care how I was letting him have me so easily, how wrong this was. All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him inside me. How right it would feel to have him claim me again, even if just for this one night.
I arched my back, pressing my bare chest against his, and whispered back, "You know I am, Heeseung." And before I could even process what was happening, his hand found the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head.
My breath hitched as his eyes roamed over my bare skin, tracing the lines of my collarbone and the swell of my breasts. He cupped one of them in his hand, thumb teasing at the peak of my nipple. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and then his lips were on me, sucking gently at my nipple while his fingers worked their magic, rubbing and teasing until I was moaning into his mouth.
He eased me back onto the bed, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his erection against my thigh. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. "Fuck me," I breathed, and he groaned, sliding his hands down to my hips, lifting me up, and guiding himself inside me.
I let out a sharp cry as he filled me, the feeling of being so completely possessed by him sending a wave of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back, and he started moving, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was as familiar to me as my own heartbeat.
"S-so fucking tight" his voice ragged and low, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tight, and I knew I was going to come soon, so I arched my back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan, urging him on.
And then he groaned, his body tense as he released himself deep inside me, and I felt the first wave of my orgasm crash over me, shattering every nerve ending in my body. His name was on my lips as I came, and he seemed to draw strength from it, his hips moving faster, harder, until I could feel another orgasm building, ready to explode from deep within me.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth as he continued to move, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. I could feel the muscles in his back flex and relax as he powered into me, each thrust driving me closer and closer to the edge.
As I neared my second climax, he began to whisper dirty words in my ear, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine."Such a slut for my dick, Aren't ya!".
"I hate you so much" I said, and it was in that moment that I realized how much I loved the way he made me feel. How much I loved the way he made me lose control. Although I wanted to hate him, but my body wouldn't agree.
And then he groaned, his body tensing as he came again, filling me up with his heat and his passion. His weight pressed down on me, holding me to the bed, and I could feel the aftershocks of our combined orgasms rippling through my body. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before rolling off to the side, his breathing still ragged and uneven.
For a moment, we lay there in silence, our bodies tangled together, and I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I wanted to hate him for the things he'd said, for the way he'd treated me, but in that moment, all I could think about was how good it had felt to be with him. How right it had felt to give in to the desire that had been building between us for so long.
---
The next morning I woke up to an empty space beside me. I rolled out of bed. The room was still spinning, my head pounding, and my body aching in places I didn't know existed. As I stumbled to the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for last night. Not for the sex, but for the way I'd let him get under my skin again.
I wore his hoodie along with his pants as I made my way downstairs, the scent of him still clinging to the fabric. The apartment was quiet, and I could hear the faint sound of the TV coming from his room. I hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. When there was no answer, I pushed it open and found him sprawled across the bed, his back to me, a remote control in his hand.
"Hey," I said, my voice barely audible.
He didn't respond, and for a moment I thought he hadn't heard me. But then he slowly turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted. There was a slight smile on his lips, and it made my heart ache.
"Hey," he repeated, his voice rough. "You look good in my clothes, But you look even better without them"
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his words. "You're an asshole, you know that?" I said, trying to keep the anger in my voice. But the truth was, I didn't feel angry anymore. I felt confused.
He chuckled, sitting up a little more before looking me in the eye. "You love it, though," he said with a grin. "You know you can't resist me." His hand reached out to trace my cheekbone, and I felt myself lean into his touch despite everything.
I hated how easy of a target I was. How I always fell into his lousy trap but couldn't help myself. His touch, his words, they were like a drug to me, and I had no self-control when it came to them. But I couldn't let him see that. I had to keep some part of myself hidden, some part that wasn't just a slave to his whims.
I pulled away from his touch, forcing a small laugh as I did so. "Oh, please. You're just as addicted to me as I am to you." I turned to walk back out of the room, but before I could take more than a step, he grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling me back against his chest. His other arm came around me, holding me tightly as he buried his face in my neck.
"You're right," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I am addicted to you. I can't get enough of you." His grip on me tightened, and I could feel the warmth of his body through his sweatpants. "But you know what?" he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want more. I want all of you." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel myself melting against him.
I wanted to tell him that I couldn't give him any more, that I was already giving too much. But the truth was, I didn't want to. I wanted to be his, even if it meant losing myself in the process. So instead, I closed my eyes and let him take whatever he wanted from me.
His lips found mine, soft and gentle at first, before growing more demanding. His hands roamed over my body, touching me everywhere as if he needed to feel every inch of me. The bed creaked beneath us as he pulled me on top of him, never breaking the kiss as he guided me down, his hips rising to meet me.
"H-heeseung I can't do this anymore." I said as tears filled my eyes. The truth was I wanted to be loved, and he was the only one who could give me that. But I couldn't keep giving him pieces of myself. I had to stop.
His hands stilled on my body, and he pulled back to look at me, confusion and hurt flitting across his features. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "You don't want this?"
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. "No."
He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Okay" he said as he let me go, sitting up and rubbing his neck. "I understand." There was a note of finality in his voice that made my heart ache. "I'll leave you alone."
--
It had been a few weeks since I had seen him. We hadn't spoken or texted each other since that night in his room. I had tried to forget about him, to move on, but it was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, felt his touch. I knew I had been stupid to expect anything more from him, but the hope had been there, and now it was gone.
I'd seen him at college really often but anytime I'd try to look in his eyes, he'd turn away. It was as if he was ashamed of something. I knew I shouldn't have expected more from him, but it was hard not to. I missed the way he used to look at me, like I was the only one in the room. I missed the way he would touch me, like he truly wanted me. I missed him.
One day while walking to class, I feel someone bump into me. I turn around, to see who it was. It's this guy from my English class, Jake. He's always been nice to me, and I've always wondered what he looks like under that beanie. He smiles at me and says he's sorry, then asks if I'm okay.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, looking him in the eyes. "Thanks for asking."
He smiles back at me, and there's something different about it this time. It's warmer, more genuine. Maybe it's just me, but I get the feeling that he's been watching me too. "You're looking good today," he says, glancing down at my outfit. "That color really suits you." His words make me feel self-conscious, but in a good way.
"Thanks," I reply, trying to hide the blush that's creeping up my neck. "I think you look pretty good yourself." I can't help but notice that he's dressed a bit differently today. His usual plaid shirt is gone, replaced by a button-down that shows off his broad shoulders. He looks...dapper, maybe? It's a strange word to think about him, but it fits.
He seems to notice me looking and grins. "Thanks, I was going for a different look today. You like it?" His confidence is endearing, and I can't help but smile back.
I caught Heeseung glaring at us like..... Like he was jealous. I couldn't help but feel something in my chest as I watched him watch them. He had been so possessive of me, even though I'd never been his. The way he would get angry when another guy would talk to me, the way he would insist that I was his and his alone. It was like living with a possessive, jealous lover. But I couldn't deny the fact that there was something about him that drew me in. Something that made me want him despite... everything.
As the days went by, I became really good friends with Jake although I knew he liked me, it was too obvious please. He was always there for me, making me laugh, making me feel wanted. I knew he was just as lonely as I was. He never made me feel pressured or uncomfortable. He was just...perfect. But for some reason I could never forget about Heeseung, the way he used to make me feel, the way he made me want to be with him. It was like an addiction I couldn't shake off.
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One night, after a particularly bad day, I found myself in the library, studying for an exam. I didn't even know why I was here, as I had already finished my work, but I just couldn't bring myself to go back to my empty dorm room. I was just about to leave when I hear a familiar voice calling my name.
It's Heeseung.
He looks different than I remember him. His hair is longer and messier, falling over his eyes in the most endearing way. He's wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but he's not glowing like he usually is. I can't help but feel a mix of emotions as I look at him. Pain, regret, and...jealousy.
"Hey" he says, his voice rough and husky. "I've been meaning to talk to you." I want to run, to avoid this conversation, but something in his voice makes me stay. He walks over to me and takes a seat across from me at the table. "I've been a real jerk to you and I'm sorry." His apology catches me off guard. "I've been so wrapped up in my own head that I've been treating you like crap."
Heeseung looks at me, his eyes searching mine. "I've been thinking a lot about us lately, and I realize that I never gave us a chance. I was so convinced that there was nothing between us." He hesitates for a moment, swallowing hard. "But I was wrong. You deserve better than that. You deserve to be with someone who really sees you, who really wants you for you."
I can feel the weight of his words pressing down on my chest. A part of me wants to believe him, wants to take him back and forget about everything that happened between us. But another part of me is afraid. Afraid that he'll hurt me again, afraid that he'll push me away again and leave me again.
"I'm sorry, and that I want you to be happy. I want you to be with someone who deserves you." He pauses, looking at me intensely. "And I hope that person is Jake. He's a good guy, and he really cares about you."
As Heeseung walks away, tears fell out of my eyes as i sobbed. I still loved Heeseung, and I know I could never forget him, nor did I want to. I wanted to run out, hug him and tell him that I missed him, but I knew it was too late. He had finally let me go. "This is what you wanted Yn" I said to myself in between my cries.
The next day at uni, I didn't know how to act around him. Part of me wanted to tell him that I still loved him, but the other part knew that it was better this way. We didn't talk much that day, but we didn't avoid each other either. It was almost as if we were both scared to face what had happened between us.
--
After class, I decided to go to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. As I'm sitting there, lost in my thoughts, I feel a presence beside me. I look up and it's Jake.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks, concern written all over his face.
I force a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a lot on my mind."
He nods, understandingly. "Want to talk about it?"
I shake my head, not really wanting to get into it. "It's just... stuff." I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain how I feel. "Heeseung and I had this thing, you know? We were really close, but then things changed. I don't know how to explain it."
Jake nods, his expression sympathetic. "I think I understand what you're going through. It's hard when feelings change, especially when you're so close to someone." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "But you know, maybe it's not a bad thing. Maybe it means that there's someone else out there who's better for you."
I can't help but feel a tiny bit of hope at his words. It's true that I've been so focused on Heeseung that I haven't really considered anyone else. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that Jake has always been there for me. He's always been supportive and kind, and he makes me feel good about myself. But I knew I could never return his feelings to him.
"Thanks, Jake," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would've done without you."
He smiles at me, his brown eyes warm. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just here for you, you know? Whatever you need." He hesitates for a moment, then reaches out to take my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "I've always been here for you, Yn. And I'll always be here for you, okay?"
"Thanks, Jake. I appreciate that more than you know." But just then I found Heeseung looking at us, he smiled but.... he looked sad and guilty. I looked away, not wanting to hurt Jake's feelings. But at the same time I wanted to be true to myself, cause I knew I wasn't over Heeseung.
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Hours pass by in a blur, and before I know it, it's time to go home. As I gather my things, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I'm happy that Jake is there for me, but on the other hand, there's a huge part of me that misses Heeseung. I wish things could be different, but I know they can't.
As I was leaving, Jake walks me to my car. The sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. It's beautiful, yet somehow it only serves as a reminder of how my world feels like it's falling apart.
"Hey, you wanna hang out sometime?" Jake asks, his voice soft. "Maybe we could go see a movie or grab dinner or something?"
"Thanks, Jake. I appreciate it but...." I trail off, unable to meet his eyes. "Look, I know you like me but I- I'm sorry Jake." I can't do this to him. I can't lead him on while I'm still in love with someone else.
He nods, understandingly. "I get it. You don't have to apologize. I'm just here if you ever want to talk or hang out or whatever." He smiles at me, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Jake, you deserve someone better. Someone who actually loves you. Please forgive me." I say, biting my bottom lip.
He takes a step closer, cupping my face with his hands. "Yn, I don't care if you love me or not. I just want to be your friend. And if that's all I ever am to you, then that's okay. I'll be here, waiting for you, whenever you need me." His eyes search mine, trying to convey the depth of his feelings. He tried to smile but the sadness was evident in his eyes. "I hope things work out between you and.... Heeseung"
I smile at him, feeling a twinge of guilt for leading him on. "Thanks, Jake. You really are a great friend. I'm sorry for putting you through this." I lean in and hug him, grateful for his understanding and support.
As I pull away from the hug, I can't help but wonder if things will ever be the same between us.
Jake steps back, nodding toward my car. "Well, I should let you go. Take it easy tonight, okay?" He gives me a small wave as I climb into my car and start the engine. I wave back, watching as he turns and walks away.
The drive home is a blur. My mind is spinning with thoughts of Jake and Heeseung. I can't help but feel guilty for leading Jake on, even if he is my friend. And as for Heeseung, I don't know what to think. I still love him, but I can't deny that seeing Jake there tonight made me feel something too.
When I finally pull into my driveway, I'm exhausted both physically and emotionally. I climb out of my car, my muscles aching from the day's practice. The air is cool, the sky dark. The familiar scent of home fills my nose, but it doesn't bring the comfort I'm craving.
As I trudge up the steps to my front door, I can't help but feel like I'm drowning in a sea of confusion and conflicting emotions. I want to talk to Heeseung, to work things out with him.
---
"Fuck everything." i mumbled to myself, sitting on a bench, consumed by alcohol. I'm not even sure how many drinks I've had, but it's way too many. My head spins and my vision blurs. I just want to forget, to feel numb. But it doesn't seem to be working.
I feel a hand pat on my shoulder, startling me out of my thoughts. I look up to see Heeseung standing there, looking down at me with a mixture of concern and confusion. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm fine." My words come out slurred, and I can tell he doesn't believe me. He kneels down in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"You're not fine, Y/N. You're drunk. You shouldn't be out here alone." He reaches out and takes my hand, his grip firm but gentle. "Come on, let's get you inside." He pulls me to my feet, and I lean heavily against him, my head spinning.
As we make our way toward the front door, I feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence. He walks me over to the couch and carefully sits me down, making sure I'm stable. Then he disappears into the kitchen, only to return a moment later with a glass of water. "Drink this," he says, handing it to me.
"W-why?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He looks at me with a hurt look.
"Because I care about you, Y/N. I'm sorry if I was always being so selfish, I never cared about your feelings but... ever since I let you go, I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much." He sighs, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to work things out between us. I don't want to lose you again. I want to try and work things out. I want to show you how much I've changed and how much I've grown. I want to be the person you deserve, the person you need."
He reaches out and cups my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will. Please, give me another chance. I promise I won't let you down again." His words echo in my head, washing over me like a warm summer rain. I can feel the weight of my emotions lifting, the fog beginning to clear.
As I look into his eyes, I know that I can't turn away from this feeling anymore. I can't deny the love that I have for him. "I love you too, Heeseung," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
He lets out a shaky breath, his grip on my face tightening just for a moment before he relaxes it again. "Thank you," he whispers back, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for giving me this chance."
He brought his face near to mine, his lips brushing against mine so softly it sent a shiver down my spine. Our kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened as we both surrendered to the overwhelming desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. His hands moved through my hair, cupping my head as he angled his mouth to fit perfectly with mine. I felt the heat from his body, the strength in his arms, and it all made me feel safe and protected.
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body against his, and moaned into his mouth as he explored every inch of it. He made a low growl deep in his throat, a sound that sent a thrill through me, and he began to kiss me more urgently. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest as our passion rose, and it made me want him even more.
As we continued to kiss, his hands wandered lower, moving over my hips and then up my sides, cupping my breasts through my shirt. I arched into his touch, moaning into his mouth, and he responded by pulling my shirt over my head in one swift motion. His lips found my bare skin, sucking and nipping at my sensitive flesh as he moved lower, kissing a trail down my neck and collarbone. I gasped and shivered under his touch, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He pulled back, looking at me with lust-filled eyes. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice raspy with desire. Then, with a swift movement, he swept me up into his arms and carried me over to the bedroom. The room spun as he lay me down on the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands moved to the hem of my shorts, tugging them off in a single fluid motion.
He leaned down, his lips finding my center, and I cried out, arching my back off the bed. He teased me with his tongue, circling and probing until I was writhing beneath him. "Heeseung," I moaned, my voice barely audible. He smiled against my skin, his hand moving between my legs to find my clit. With his expert fingers, he began to stroke me, in time with his tongue, and I felt my orgasm building, growing closer with each passing second.
He straightened up, looking down at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. And then he leaned down, his lips finding mine once more as my orgasm crashed over me in a wave of pure pleasure. Our tongues tangled together, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm as we came together in this moment, this beautiful, intimate exchange of love and desire.
As the intensity of our kiss began to subside, Heeseung pulled back, gazing down at me with an expression of awe and wonder. His hands moved to my hips, gently spreading my legs, and then lower, cupping my bottom. He kissed me again, this time slower and more tender, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing dance.
I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it against my fingertips. "You feel so good," I murmured, arching into him as he continued to kiss me. His response was to nip at my bottom lip, making me gasp, before moving his lips back to mine.
His touch was everywhere, possessive and gentle all at once. His fingers traced along my collarbone, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my breasts, and lower still, until they found the dampness between my legs. He circled my clit, making me shiver with anticipation, and then he pushed two fingers inside me, moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
I arched into his touch, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the familiar tightness building within me. He kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine, and it felt like we were the only two people in the world. The world outside this bedroom faded away, replaced by the intense sensation of his skin against mine, the smell of him filling my nose, and the feel of him moving inside me.
He continued to thrust slowly, his rhythm matching the pace of our breath, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. I whimpered into his mouth, my hips moving in time with his, urging him on. He moaned into the crook of my neck, his body trembling against mine as he neared his release.
He pulled back slightly, looking down at me with eyes that were dark with desire. "I want to feel you around me," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His fingers left my body, moving lower to spread my folds open, revealing my wetness. Then he positioned himself at my entrance, guiding himself back inside.
As he sank deeper, I gasped, arching my back off the bed. He was so big, so full, and it felt incredible to have him inside me again. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of my heart. His skin was hot against mine, his muscles tense as he fought to control his movements.
He brushed his lips against my neck, his teeth scraping gently over the sensitive skin. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "It feels incredible." He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, burying himself deeper still. His movements grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built within him.
I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt myself begin to lose control. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading through my body in a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. "Heeseung," I moaned, my voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. "I'm close."
He growled, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt me begin to tighten around him. His hips slammed against mine in a rhythm that was as brutal as it was beautiful. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as he drove into me over and over again.
The sensation of being so completely filled by him was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It felt like we were one, our bodies in perfect harmony, moving together as if we'd been practicing this dance our entire lives. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would no doubt linger long after we'd parted, a reminder of this moment, this connection.
His movements grew more urgent as he neared his release, his hips slamming into mine with an intensity that left me gasping for air. The pleasure built within me, tightening my core, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, my body trembling with the effort to hold on to this feeling, to make it last just a moment longer.
He moaned into my neck, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers as he came, his hips bucking wildly against mine. I felt the hot spurts of his release deep inside me, and with a cry of pleasure that seemed to echo through the room, I followed him over the edge.
My body convulsed around him, my inner muscles squeezing tightly as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I arched my back off the bed, feeling the familiar tightness in my core as my orgasm peaked and then began to slowly subside. He remained inside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control.
His skin was slick with sweat, and mine felt sticky where we were pressed together. He withdrew carefully from my body, lowering himself to lie beside me. His lips brushed against my neck, leaving a trail of tiny, hot kisses as he traced the line of my collarbone with his fingertips. "That was incredible," he murmured, his voice still shaky from the intensity of our lovemaking. "I can't believe how good that felt."
I ran my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, feeling the softness of it against my palm. "Neither can I," I whispered, looking up at him.
He smiled down at me, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I think," he said, his voice still rough with emotion, "I think I could stay like this with you forever." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, tangled together like two bodies meant to fit perfectly. The sheets were kicked off, revealing our entwined limbs and the line of his muscular back. I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. The room was dim, the sunlight filtering through the curtains in a soft, golden glow
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For the first time in a while I'd felt so good. It felt like everything was perfect now.
As the days went by, we settled into a comfortable routine. Waking up together, making breakfast in the small kitchen, and then spending the mornings exploring the city. We would hold hands as we walked, sometimes stopping to kiss in the shadows of an alleyway or nestled against a tree in a park. The warmth of his skin against mine, the softness of his lips on mine, it all felt so right.
One evening, as we sat at the small dining table eating takeout from our favorite Thai restaurant, Heeseung reached across the table and took my hand in his. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, his voice a little hesitant. "I've been thinking about what we're going to do with our lives now that we've graduated."
I looked up at him, feeling a knot forming in my stomach. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. His hands were shaking as he placed it on the table in front of me. "I've been thinking that maybe we should... maybe we should get married," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's sudden, but every time I look at you, I feel like I'm home. Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
My heart swelled at his words. It was a feeling so foreign, so overwhelmingly beautiful that for a moment I couldn't speak. I reached out, taking his hand in mine and squeezing it gently. "Heeseung, I-" I began, but he cut me off, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"I know it's a lot to ask, but it's like we're meant to be together. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. I want you to be my wife, my partner, my best friend. I want to grow old with you, and I want to raise a family with you."
His words brought tears to my eyes, and I could feel the warmth of them spilling down my cheeks. I reached out, taking him in my arms, burying my face in his neck. "Of course I'll marry you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love you too."
He let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "I love you so so much. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else."
I pulled back, cupping his face in my hands, and smiled at him through my tears. "Me neither. I love you, too, Heeseung. I would marry you a thousand times over."
He wiped away my tears with his thumbs, as he opened the box, he pulled out a small, elegant ring. The diamond glinted in the light, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"
Tears streaming down my face, I nodded, unable to find my voice. I took the ring, slipping it onto the finger he held out, and felt a rush of happiness so intense it threatened to overwhelm me. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. It was a kiss that spoke of promises and hopes and dreams, and I knew in that moment that no matter what challenges or obstacles lay ahead of us, we would face them together.
This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had always hoped would come. As I looked into Heeseung's eyes, I could see the love, the devotion, and the promise of a future together. His words, his touch, his presence; they all made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. And now, with his proposal ring glistening on my finger, I knew that this was real, that we were really going to spend the rest of our lives together.
We had faced so many obstacles since we met in college. I couldn't help but remember the old us, if only we had talked about things earlier, if only I told him about my feelings from the start, maybe we wouldn't have struggled so much. But all I could do now was to cherish the moment we were in. It felt like a new beginning, a fresh start. Maybe we were meant to be, I mean getting married after all that happened between us! It's like we fought against all odds just to be here.
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| Glad it's you | — R.H
PARING: Rook Hunt x Deaf!reader
SYNOPSIS: All your entire life, you knew silence. But—it isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Because even with your biggest flaw, he still chose you.
˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, fluff, angst/comfort
˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — Rook is already a warning. Ooc, mentions of bullying, stalking(It's Rook, duh) horrible poetry.
˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — Wow! It has been a while and I am so sorry for not making anything in quite some time, I've become so busy nowadays that writing has barely crossed my mind, so I'll make most of my free time writing this!
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♡ "Are you really willing to accept me?"
♡ "I've accepted you a long time ago."
People always pitied you for as long as you can remember now. Frequently assuming it must be hard not being able to hear. And yeah, sometimes—but it isn't as bad as they make it out to be, if anything, you find solace in the silent world you have lived in all your life. Sure, there were times when it was hard to understand people, especially if they didn't know sign language.
Luckily, you mostly used poems to interact with them. Though, it was amusing to see them struggle to grasp your poems—that's what makes it fun anyway.
And so, making use of your skills, you swiftly wrote down another poem for a certain hunter. He's one of the few people you've known who could actually decipher what your poems meant. And it's not to say each and every time you show him your masterpiece, he always seems to be on your level when it came to writing back to you.
It always makes you feel giddy inside when he writes back to you. Re-reading every syllable. Caressing the ink that was clearly carefully written with such consideration with each word he used, you couldn't help but feel as though he was hinting to you about something.
You scoffed; shaking the thought away. Who were you trying to fool? This was the Rook Hunt you were thinking about! He's like this with everyone. Besides—why would he go for someone who had a defect? To say the least, you weren't insecure with your disability but, thinking about the blonde hunter who seemed to always cross your mind whenever you wrote—you couldn't help but feel your heart tightening in your chest from such thoughts.
In the end, why would he choose you? You're nothing special, far from it anyway. You're just someone who could never hear and someone who just writes to communicate. But, even then, you were still wrapped around his fingertips. And besides—it doesn't hurt to hope, right?
You felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you froze. You had never stayed still like a statue so fast in your entire life until now. What? Millions of thoughts were racing through your mind right now—was it another of the students who were here to once again chuck balled up papers again? Take your poems away from you and ripped them to pieces or flames it until there's nothing left but ashes?
"Awww, what's this? Another one of your silly stories?"
"Look! It's another one of their love poems!"
"Pathetic if you ask me."
You didn't focused on them, you never even knew what they were saying, and you could care less what insults or degrading comments they were spewing from their filthy mouth. Your knees on the ground while clutching onto what was remains of the paper you once cherished. And they tore it all up like it was nothing.
Shuddering from the memory, you closed your eyes and continued to look at your lap; prepared for whatever torture they were gonna do to you again. Tore your poems? Throw paper at you? Mocking at you while you cry in tears because they had nearly killed you? What else did they had in store for you?
You gripped the paper even harder, shutting your eyelids even tighter if that was even possible. You were scared.
Huh.
You felt a piece of paper slid onto your lap, hesitantly, bit by bit, you forced your eyes to open to see what it was. Was it an insult written in a letter? If so, then you're surprised that they were even intelligent enough to finally realized that you had a hearing disability instead of using their vocals to try and insult you.
But no, it was not anything you expected or thought. Instead, your vision was blessed with a familiar handwriting. Subconsciously, you read what was was written on the white letter that graced your sight, and goodness it always doesn't fail to make your blood rushing through your face. By the sevens, how does he always make you feel this way?
Why such a blue face?
You don't need to be ashamed of such a heartache;
If you need someone to wipe your tears, my heart will gladly volunteer;
What you consider flaws, is what I consider perfection —
Mon Cherie, you are the belle of my dairy heart,
You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips;
I will never let go of the string that wraps around my wrist;
That connects me, to you.
My heart beats loudly; even you could hear it—
If your heart longs for anything,
Mon cherie, just write to me;
And tell me all your silly sorrows.
-Rook Hunt
Though it was short and simple, you couldn't help but re-read the words every now and then. You smiled seeing the words written on the paper. How could you not? His words sweet like candy, it was addicting in a way even you were worried you wouldn't get enough of it. Or maybe it's too late for you.
Your heart started racing so fast you thought even you could hear it. The more you examined the poem the more it started to look like a love confession. But it couldn't be that, could it? You so badly wanted to hope that you had a chance but you didn't want to get your hopes up.
You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips.
Those lines, shit, you couldn't help but swoon over them. Clutching the poem, you finally gazed at the author with wonders and hope. He smiled at you and signed those three words you've been waiting to see.
"I love you."
Was it even possible for your heart to be beating faster than it was before? You held the poem closer to your beating heart, trying to conceal it; worried he might hear it. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest. You sighed dreamily and thanked your heart for choosing him.
Meanwhile, Rook chuckled seeing your flustered expression. He found beauty in all things whether it was considered good or bad to others. But he found you the most beautiful of them all. He won't lie, he fell for you hard when he saw you. Because even when he learnt about your flaw, it didn't matter to him; you were still the fairest of them all. You weren't able to hear his words—but that's alright; he'll gladly write thousands or more letters if it meant to show you just how much he loves you.
He'd gladly and happily dance in hot and burning shoes if it meant to show you his devotion to you, just to show how much he cares for you. And if anyone were to make you doubt? Let's just say they wouldn't be coming closer to you anymore if they caused you pain. But before that, he'd come and comfort you, with words written on paper just so all your worries would go away.
Even if his fingers start to go numb and bruises appear, he won't stop until he finally sees you smile. He's glad that his heart chose you.
END
Wow! Uhm, heyy ik it's been awhile but I finally found enough inspiration to make this! Again sorry it's been awhile I've been so busy that I barely found any time to write at all, but I do hope you guys liked this!
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Interesting approvals from Act1 - Astarion
Trying to decipher the vampire's mind...
THE PARTY
In general, accepting to sleep with him gives you 5 approval, saying you do not want to sleep with him gives you -1.
But the strangest and most interesting one for me is this:
This is where you ask him to say "please" . He will ask "What?". At this point you can say "yes let's sleep together" which gives you no approval. Or "No, let's not" which gives you 5 of approval. If after he says please you call him a good boy and agree to sleep with him you also get 5 of approval.
That "No Astarion" gets approval but lead to this answer:
I double checked in game in case it was a typo in the notes and I got this confusing combo of "Astarion approves + disapproves" which confirms what is in the notes:
Pre convo I had 42 of approval, after it I had 46 approval. Which means that I got 5 points of approval for telling him no, after I asked him to say please, and -1 for refusing him.
We know that the "Please" he says is "through gritten teeth" (from the notes), so asking him to say please, even if it does not give the player disapproval, and allows the player to call him a good boy, is not seen by Astarion as something fun and positive. I talked about this extensively here. The option to also say "let's have sex, don't say please" also gives 5 points.
I suppose asking him to risk humiliating himself, or in general make him beg for something that he is doing to ensure his protection is not a generally positive feeling for him.
THE BITE
The most glaring one is the bite and the talk post bite.
Saying "you can feed on me", the day after, gives no approval. Instead, approving of his plan to feed on enemies, will give approval. Is this because of the connection between vampire bite and sex that the game make? Or just Astarion's desire for indipendence and not to depend from Tav? Someone wrote an amazing analysis on this, i need to find the link again.
CAZADOR + MONSTER HUNTER
In one of the Cazador's talks, the player can offer sympathies... this is not associated with any approval. For other companions, being kind to them and offering sympathy sometimes gives approval, but not for Astarion:
He is not revealing his past for apologies, he wants to be sure that Tav is aware of what is going on. What he wants is the two highlighted answers with approval: reciprocal help. An exchange that both puts him as a an equal, and makes sure that this also stays transactional.
At any point in the dialogue, telling gim that he is on his own, will be the worst possible thing. That is exactly what Astarion is trying to work against by seducing Tav.
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the great war * mv1
a look into the fight that led to the painstaking breakup
pairings: max verstappen x reader
warnings: a lot of cursing, toxic max, toxic you, mentions of cheating
notes: this is part of midnights!! i've had this fight mapped out in my head for so long that i KNEW i had to include it... take a shot every single time i write “three” or use “what” in dialogue (spoiler alert: you’ll get wasted!!!)
fun fact: i wrote the first half of that night i came home from the club
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you twirl a piece of your hair on your finger, eyes stuck to the screen hanging above you. the headphones sit on your ears comfortably as you bite down on your lip.
in front of you is max’s car being dragged back into the garage by his engineers.
knocked out in p2 for the first time this season, on a track he’s never had much luck with in his career — you can kind of understand why he’d be annoyed. especially when their partner team has made it further than him.
normally, it would have been okay. but this is max’s season as he claims it.
you nod to yourself, and gently take off the headphones. you turn towards the door that leads to the paddocks. there are a few interview panels that max has to go through with the unexpected result.
with all that transpired, max wouldn’t be in the best mood. you’re just trying to make sure that it doesn’t get to his head and doesn’t project it to your conversations later.
your presence in the garage is no longer necessary since max would not bother passing by.
you’re stopped by lily in the paddocks, making some small talk about the restaurant her and alex tried when they arrived a few days ago. you share a laugh about not really knowing how to approach singaporean dishes.
but you agree to try out some local food for breakfast with max if you have the time. immediately, you briskly walk back to max’s driver’s room to make him some coffee.
the jetlag you both get arriving in singapore is never easy, no matter how many times you come back. the visit is always too short to make adjusting your body clock easy.
surprisingly, it doesn’t take him long to make it back.
you can’t decipher what made the process so quick: did he kimi raikkonen his way through it, or have the journalists finally learned their lesson when max has had a bad time on the track?
the frustration on max is obvious. he doesn’t greet you when he comes in, just locks the door behind him and makes a sharp turn for the table to his left.
you were seated on the couch to the right.
you wait to see if max would acknowledge your presence, or at least give some attention to the coffee in the mug on the table. but seconds pass as max organises his items, shoving articles of clothing and fan gifts into his bag without a word.
without even turning to drink the coffee that slowly cools from its hot temperatures.
“i made you coffee,” you mutter, finally standing from your comfortable spot on the couch. you walk towards him and stop in the centre of the room when he sharply turns his head to the mug. “just how you like it.”
“oh, thank you.” he can barely make out a firm sentence, his tone faltering and hands shaking as he reaches out for the mug. “i hadn’t noticed, darling. i’m sorry.”
you nod, whispering a reassuring phrase. something about you understand how he feels. “i’m sorry about qualifying.”
instead of a verbal response, like you’d prefer, he simply shrugs. he turns around to finally face you, hands carefully gripping the hot mug as he blows into it.
you smile slightly and shove your hands into your back pockets. “you know, if you’ve got nothing past 11, i was thinking we go to this place lily told me about. she went with alex a few days ago; i heard the local dishes they serve is really good.”
he shakes his head. “i’m really tired. not tonight, darling, i’m sorry.”
for the first time since he left his race car that night, he finally lifts his blue eyes from his blank stare at the ground to look at you. “maybe we can go on monday before we fly off to japan?”
you jaw hangs low, nodding slowly as you retract back to the couch behind you.
max notes this and finally pushes himself off the table he’s leaning on. “let’s order some food to the hotel after this? they’ve got good options for delivery.”
“sure,” you nod slowly.
you move your gaze away from him, now mimicking the blank stare he had on the ground.
you haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately, even having fought right before flying to singapore. it was about something you can’t even remember now; for all you know, it could’ve been something about the toilet seat being left up.
which, now that you think of it, is what you fought about.
“(y/n).” the mention of your name makes you lift your head up, tilting it to the side to urge him to continue. “you made my coffee with two sugars?”
“what?” your eyebrows furrow very slightly. max has always been particular with the way he drinks his coffee. so you’re very sure that you mixed three sugars in instead of two, a mistake you made earlier in your relationship. “of course, i made it with three. that’s how you like your coffee.”
you watch him take another sip, tongue running over his lips as he deciphers the drink in his mouth. he doesn’t say anything else, but he does put the mug down on the table.
you narrow your eyes into a glare. how different can black coffee be in singapore that the three sugars you put inside make such a difference?
a difference big enough for him to mistake it for two sugars?
you sink into the couch, following max’s every move in the small room. seriously, how different can the coffee be here? and why is it such a big deal that it tastes a little odd?
why couldn’t he have just secretly put in another packet of sugar when you weren’t looking like he used to? does he now enjoy the luxury of pointing out your mistakes because of how long you’ve been together?
“what,” max halts halfway across the room and turns to you, “the fuck are you staring at?”
“i don’t know, the ghost in the corner of the room,” your words drip with sarcasm, noticing the way this changes max’s expression. “obviously you.”
“what is it now?” he sighs impatiently, hands resting on his hips as he leans his weight on one leg.
“what the fuck do you mean?”
“you’re giving me that stupid glare again. when you’re annoyed, you glare at me like that,” he points at you knowingly, “so please. enlighten me as to how i’ve managed that tonight.”
you raise your eyebrow. your heart starts to pound in your chest as you tilt your head in disbelief. “why are you talking like i don’t have a reason to be annoyed at you right now?”
he hums as his eyebrow raises. “you're the one who made my coffee wrong.”
“i made it how you like it.”
“this is not three sugars, (y/n).”
“but it is. i made it, max.”
“i’m sure you did. but this doesn’t taste like three.”
“okay. whatever. i made it with three, though.”
“you know what? fuck you. this isn’t three sugars — i don’t know why you keep trying to defend yourself.”
“and why’d you have to point it out? will it kill you to literally just reach a little to your right in the drawers to add sugar in?” you push yourself off the couch now, hands on your hips as you stare at him. “it’s really not that serious, max.”
he scoffs. “i’ve had a long day, (y/n). seriously, all you had to make was one cup of coffee. it shouldn’t be that hard.”
your eyes widen at his words. you take a daunting step forward and fold your arms over your chest. “i didn’t have to make you that cup of coffee — it was out of courtesy. the least you could have done was say thank you.”
his stare softens, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. as if realisation had dawned on him, “thank you.” he pauses to sigh and the cold demeanour makes its comeback. “for nothing because you didn’t even make it right.”
“what the fuck is wrong with you, max? you’re so fucking dense, you can’t even say thank you anymore?”
“and what for? you’ve become unattentive, (y/n)! you’ve gotten lazy with our relationship!”
“lazy would have been just staying home instead of flying out here with you when i have a big presentation this week! i made the effort to come out here and support you.”
“i told you that you didn’t have to come if it’s too much! you insisted!”
“because i’m your girlfriend! i want to be there for you and make time. but if you don’t appreciate that, then fine. i won’t do it again.”
“that’s not even what i fucking said. come on.”
“but it is what you said. if having me around is more trouble than it’s worth, this will be the last race i’ll be at.”
“this isn’t even about you making time to be here? it’s about how you made my coffee wrong!”
“make your own coffee, then! or maybe you’d prefer if kelly did it for you?”
max closes his mouth as he finds the reply at the tip of his tongue sucked out. he looks at you in disbelief, hands now on his hips as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “what?” he shouts.
it’s been nothing less of a toxic cycle. you fight, you say things you don’t mean, you hurt each other, you cry, and then you make up.
but there’s a feeling you can’t shrug off in your stomach as you exchange strings of frustrated screams in his tiny driver’s room. neither of you notice the figure walking by the window before it briefly turns away when your screams come into range.
not even the fact that there is a group of your friends waiting outside at the rendezvous point in the paddocks, awaiting your arrival to invite you both for dinner.
they’ve just started making their way out after a distraught liam simply shrugs when they ask about your attendance at the gathering. the young driver simply shrugs and tells them that he doubts both of you will make it out tonight.
then they all just turn and make their way out to explore the city.
now, you're across the massage table in max's driver's room. the mention of kelly and your issue with the woman's association with your boyfriend sparked up a bigger fight.
you're no longer fighting about the coffee: now it's about who can hit who the hardest and come out triumphant from this fight.
it's now you versus max.
you lean forward propped up by your palms flat on the table as he stands at the other side waiting impatiently.
"what about that time you went to that party when i was away for a race? i told you not to go, (y/n)! you disappeared on me for hours!" max spits at you, hands thrown in the air as he gets into the fight.
"yeah, cause god forbid i have a life while you're out doing your own thing," you laugh dryly with an eye roll. "can't deal with the fact that my world doesn't revolve around you anymore, max?"
"totally not the point of my argument. you disappeared on me while you were out drunk - think of what could've happened to you. i was so worried."
"worried for my well-being or worried that i was out cheating on you?"
the room falls to silence, max dropping his hands to his side. you purse your lips together as you stare at him, your arms now folded over your chest. "what's wrong, max? hit too close to home?"
"and so what if i thought you were out cheating? it's valid if my girlfriend disappears on me on a night out."
you roll your eyes and wave off his concern. "so you admit - you thought i cheated on you that night. is this why you're always like this? the looming question in your head if i was, in fact, unloyal that night?"
he sighs, shaking his head. he turns away from you as he rubs his forehead in frustration. "what is the point of us having this conversation? this is not what we're fighting about at first."
"look at me and tell me you don't trust me anymore." your voice is tired, now multitudes softer than a few seconds ago. "what is the point of us now that this is what we've come to?"
a small part of you realise that this was the feeling you couldn't shake off when this fight had started. it's the inevitable thought of breaking up that would ease everything between you. after all of this fighting, all these misunderstandings and miscommunication, there's only one way to make it all go away.
your eyes sting as tears fill your eyes. you watch as max drops himself on the couch, leaning into the armrest as he rests his hand in his hands. you trudge over to where he is, head hanging low as you feel a sob shake your chest.
you shake your head and look down, avoiding his eyes as he turns to you when you slowly bring yourself down to the couch. "i can't do this anymore, max."
he doesn't answer immediately. you hear a shakey sigh pass his lips, melting into his couch more. "i'm tired."
your breath hitches with a sob. your head starts to feel light as you cry harder. you still don't look at him. "i think we need to break up."
minutes pass without a response from max. he doesn't even move an inch, his loud breaths and your muffled sobs are the only sounds that surround you.
you don't even notice all the scrambling outside from the team, packing up from their meeting to go back to the hotel.
you lift your head and turn to max. he's angled away from you, his fingers picking at his bottom lip with his tear-filled eyes. his breathing is steady as he stares at the blank dark blue walls.
you remind yourself: no answer is an answer.
so you do what you think is a favour to both of you. you get up and grab your purse from the ground, walking towards the door. the most painful part isn't all that he said to you that night, it's the fact that he just let you walk out without another utter of a word.
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A Creature Was Stirring
A/N: Merry Christmas @cumulo-stratus. May your holidays be filled with love and happiness. I hope you like this! 🎄
I wrote this as part of the @cmgiftexchange and had so much fun.
Summary: Spencer hears his son sneak downstairs to see what Santa brought and he goes to investigate
Pairing: Dad!Spencer
Category: Fluff
Content Warnings: None. Just pure cuteness.
Word Count: 1,279
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, a creature was stirring, Spencer’s Little Mouse.
Spencer put his book down on his bedside table and waited silently for a few beats, trying to figure out if the footsteps he heard went to the bathroom or further down the hallway to the stairs. When he didn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, he decided to investigate.
Unraveling himself from the blankets on the bed, he slipped his feet into his slippers–a bright pink pair that Penelope had gotten him for Secret Santa at work–so that his feet didn’t get cold on the tiled staircase, and headed towards the stairs. Making sure to miss the one step that creaked no matter how little weight you put onto it, he crept down the stairs and through the house until he got to the lounge door.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside that shone brightly into the room, but Spencer could still see his son crouched on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, inspecting the gifts that lay there. Spencer had only been in bed after playing the role of Santa for ten minutes before he heard movement, a record in the Reid household. Once, when his son was only very little, he’d been caught red handed slipping presents under the tree. Thankfully the little one was too young to remember, much to Spencer's relief.
Spencer watched silently as his son lifted one of the smaller gifts from the front of the tree and shook it close to his ear. His tongue poked out from between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed the same way that Spencer’s did when he was trying to decipher something at work. For all of the genetics his son had gotten from his mother, his brain and facial expressions came directly from Dr Reid.
Spencer could tell that the young boy was trying to calculate which of the gifts he’d put on his letter to Santa was in the box in his hands. Whatever was inside the box rattled and confused the boy to no end. He shook the box again and again, trying to figure it out. However, he had asked for so much–he was the kind of child to see something and decide that instead of asking for it there and then, he would ask Santa to bring it for Christmas–that he couldn’t remember what he had asked for.
Watching the young boy reminded Spencer of his younger self. When he was a child, he would often try to sneak down the stairs on Christmas Eve to see what gifts were under the tree. Until he was at the age where he would try to find the hiding spot where Diana kept all of the gifts until Christmas. When one year he was successful in finding them, Diana had to find a new spot, and she would wrap everything as soon as it was in the house so Spencer couldn’t look.
The young boy looked at all of the gifts in awe, completely unaware that his father was behind him, watching him pick up multiple gifts and shake them to try and deduce their contents. If a gift had his name on, he would pick it up, turn it over in his hands to try and see if he could feel what it was. If he couldn’t feel anything, he would shake it before trying to put it back exactly where it was to start with, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up and find that Santa had been to take them all away again.
The second his eyes landed on the big gift at the back of them all, they grew three times as wide as normal. In big letters, on the front, was his name. Spencer watched as he tried to reach over the rest of the gifts, knees threatening to give out on him, before he cleared his throat quietly. It was so quiet that Spencer was sure he’d have to do it again.
But within a nanosecond his son turned to him, guilt ridden and sheepish as he sank back down onto his knees and sighed softly, his eyes not meeting Spencer’s at all.
‘What are you doing down here, Little Mouse?’ Spencer asked through a breathy chuckle. ‘You’re supposed to be in bed asleep. It’s way past your bedtime.’
‘I really tried to sleep, Daddy. I promise I did. I was in bed with my eyes closed and I counted the elves like you told me to but I just couldn’t sleep. I was too excited. Then I heard footsteps and I heard something downstairs so I hid under my blankets with my teddy bear and tried super hard to sleep. Then the noises stopped and I thought it might have been Santa and look, Daddy, it was! Santa came and he brought presents for me. He brought some for you and mommy too but that big one is mine! I just wanted to look at them all. I promise I wasn’t going to open any.’
The corners of Spencer’s lips turned up as he listened to his son. He took after his dad in all of the best ways. He was smart, and he loved with his entire heart. And he rambled just like Spencer, unable to control it. Unlike Spencer, however, his little one got involved in things at school, he had a large group of friends and he loved playing baseball and soccer too. But deep down, he was so much like Spencer.
When the little boy finally looked up at his dad and saw the smile, the same one made its way to his lips. Spencer motioned for him to walk over to him, and he did, slowly standing up so that he didn’t crush any presents before he walked the length of the lounge. As soon as he was within reaching distance, Spencer scooped him up and spun him around, eliciting the most infectious giggles there ever was.
Spencer laughed with his son before he held him firmly against his hip. At almost six years old, his son was getting far too big to be carried up the stairs still but Spencer had promised to do it for as long as he could, which meant that even though his son was perfectly capable of walking up the stairs himself, he was carried.
‘Come on, it’s time for bed. We can get up early and open presents with Mommy. But if you don’t go to sleep now-’
‘Santa will come and take them all away!’
Spencer chuckled. ‘He won’t take them all away, I promise. But if you don’t go to sleep you’re going to be super tired tomorrow and you’re not going to want to open presents.’
‘I am!’
‘We’ll see about that.’
Before Spencer even got to his son’s room, the boy was asleep in his arms, cheek squished against Spencer’s shoulder and mouth slightly agape. Spencer pushed the door open with his free hip and quietly crept through the room, hoping to not stand on any toy that would make a noise and wake everyone in the house up.
Laying the boy down in his bed and pulling the covers up to his shoulders, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
‘Merry Christmas, Little Mouse.’
From underneath him, he heard the tiniest, ‘Merry Christmas, Daddy,’ which made his insides turn to mush.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Spencer’s Little Mouse.
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In Pain, Please Help? (Lucifer x Reader)
Notes:
This fic is about the reader going through a non-specific episode of pain! (Not-so) fun fact: I wrote this during an episode with nothing to help alleviate it... bathroom floor time at 1 am is not fun. :,) Then I finished and edited it later, so if there's a shift in tone toward the end, that's why.
A romantic relationship between the Luci and the MC is implied because I like writing that better, but it can be read as a very close platonic relationship as well!
Reader is referred to as they/them, and ___ is used in place of a name.
Content warnings: mentions of nausea, mentions of painkillers, MC is in pain!!
Word count: 2.1K
Jolts of pain stabbed at me as I laid on the floor of my bathroom, clutching my stomach while trying not to throw up. My body shook involuntarily and I grabbed a piece of the bathroom mat in an attempt to calm my shaking. It didn’t work. I took a few deep breaths as I stared at the dust in the cracks of the dark tiles. This was not ideal.
I whined involuntarily and pressed my cheek against the cool floor, seeking any sort of sensation that was not pain blooming through my body. At that moment, it felt like it was all I'd ever known. That cold, unsanitary floor was at that moment just as comforting to me as a hug from someone I love would be at any normal time.
'Wait...' I said to myself, trying to ignore the constant haze of pain over me. 'Someone... maybe someone could help..!' My eyes widened slightly at this realization. At my place in the human world, I had to suffer through these bouts of pain on my own. The painkillers I kept with me at all times were my only saviors. But although I didn't have those here, I did have the brothers whom I lived with..!
I grabbed my DDD, fumbling with the lock screen and opening the text feature. Just scrolling through anything on my phone made me feel just as nauseous as if I were in a car driving in high-speed circles. I looked at the toilet beside me hesitantly for a long moment, then shook my head, taking long, deep breaths before facing my phone screen once more. I had to make this quick.
I clicked on a chat purely on instinct and typed out a straight-to-the-point message.
"in pain please help". Sent. Then, a few seconds later:
"i amin my bthroom"
I quickly set my phone down after sending the second message, feeling a wave of nausea overwhelm me as I shuddered again from the pain. Surely those messages made enough sense? I wasn't going to bother explaining more in my current state. I didn't want to worry anyone too much, but at the same time, I did not have the capacity to care as much as I usually do. So, I simply waited.
...
Lucifer's DDD buzzed, making the desk vibrate slightly and startling him out of his trance. He sighed. Who had gotten in trouble this time? He had enough work to do without someone causing a ruckus.
Opening his device, he noticed two messages from their human exchange student. They didn't typically message him when they knew he was working, so this came as a surprise to him.
His mind paused for a moment as he stared at the texts, deciphering them. They... had some sort of pain? That they presumably needed help alleviating? A large part of him wondered if this was a prank of some sort, but his pride wouldn't allow him to ignore the messages after the exchange student specifically messaged *him* for help.
Lucifer sighed as he got up from his chair swiftly, taking long strides down the hallway and to the exchange student's room. What kind of pain was it? How did it come about? Were there some demons he should take care of for them? He would have to question them thoroughly about this later.
Lucifer knocked on the door to their bedroom, but did not wait longer than two seconds to come in anyway. Homework lay scattered on their table and their school bag laid on the floor by the chairs, but the human was nowhere tk be found in the main room. He nodded to himself, then went over to their closed bathroom door where they said they were previously.
"_____, I am here. You said you needed help?" Lucifer asked, trying not to let care seep into his tone too much in case this was a prank, though that did seem more unlikely the more he thought about the situation.
"Luci..! I'm just... having a bout of pain... could you alleviate it in any way..? I don't have my painkillers like usual..." their voice warbled as they responded in a quiet tone, words spaced out awkwardly. Lucifer paused for a moment and grew red at the use of a nickname, but decided to not mention it.
"Of course I can. May I come in?" He asked politely, already resting a hand on the door handle anyway.
"Yes please..." they replied, at which he opened the door immediately. Lucifer expected to see a human in pain, expected them to at least be sitting up. Instead, the human lay curled on their side in the corner of the room by the bathtub, clutching part of the bathroom rug with one hand and their stomach with the other. He noticed they did not have any visible injuries, which was curious. They gave him a weak smile and sat upright for a moment before their face blanched, causing them to quickly lay their head back down. Sweat glistened on their forehead. They weren’t crying, but their eyebrows were furrowed and their eyes glistened with a pain too strong for tears.
"Sorry I'm like this... I don't want to bother you, I just..." they trailed off for a moment, closing their eyes as they shuddered again. "Could you just make it stop? You can get back to work after, I'm sorry..." they sighed, sounding extremely apologetic. Lucifer stared at them for a moment, at a loss for words. All of the human's typical wit and calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with fear and pain. His eyes softened.
"Come here, darling." He said, kneeling beside them and shifting their head to his lap slowly. They groaned as nausea hit them again, jolting slightly from pain all the while. Lucifer frowned at this, furrowing his brows before he took a deep breath and began to chant a spell. Tendrils of magic flowed from his fingers into various parts of their body as he stroked their head gently, magic sparkling in the dim light of the bathroom. Lucifer felt the human begin to loosen up and sink into his lap as he continued whispering words in Infernal.
After a few minutes of chanting, Lucifer finally stopped as he noticed the tendrils of magic began to resist going into the human, signifying that no more physical pain of theirs could be alleviated at the time. Lucifer sighed once again, though not out of exasperation, but rather out of pity for the human. Considering how long he had to chant to alleviate all of their pain, he could not imagine what it felt like from their end. No wonder they couldn't get up from their bathroom floor to get help in the first place or to greet him when he arrived. What a poor human, having to endure that... they were truly much stronger than they seemed.
Lucifer slowly shifted his position so that he could loop one of his arms below the human's knees and one supporting their back, bringing them into a princess carry as he strode out of the bathroom. The human kept their eyes closed tightly, still taking deep breaths as they calmed down from the primal fear that still seized them even after the physical pain had gone away. They subconsciously leaned into Lucifer's touch, snuggling against his shoulder as he strode back to his room. Lucifer then laid the human on his bed, whispering something under his breath that caused the door to lock behind him so that no one could disturb them anymore.
Upon feeling themselves make contact with the soft bed, the human opened their eyes, observing their surroundings. Their eyes widened a bit upon noticing that they were not in their room as they expected to be, looking up at Lucifer for an explanation.
"I do not want you to be disturbed after... all of that," Lucifer spoke sternly, as always, yet his voice also had a softer edge to it now. "So I will rest with you and look after you now and make sure you tell me about this... this condition later." His tone left no room for argument. The human pursed their lips together slightly for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah, okay... thank you..." they mumbled, then scrunched up their eyes as they covered up a small yawn with one of their hands. Lucifer chuckled softly at this.
"It is very late, so we will get you to bed soon. But before that, surely washing in my bathroom would be a nice course of action, no?" Lucifer asked, resting a hand onto their back gently, and they nodded in response. After spending an hour or more writhing on their unsanitary bathroom floor, becoming overly sweaty in the process, washing up sounded ideal. Yes, they thought, this was ideal. They smiled at Lucifer.
"Thank you, I'd really like that..." they said quietly, voice still a bit weak. Lucifer stroked their back slightly before withdrawing his hand, allowing them to get up.
"I will get things prepared here and bring your pajamas over. You go on ahead." Lucifer said calmly. "I'll be here." He added. The human smiled involuntarily at that, and set off to take a much-needed shower.
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The human was now fresh and clean, blinking tiredly as they finished putting on their pajamas. Lucifer appeared from the bathroom then, clad in his own pristine black pajama set. He walked over to the human, resting a hand on their upper back and guiding them over to his bed as they stumbled slightly from mental and physical exhaustion.
Lucifer took his hand away and watched the human as they laid down and curled up on his ginormous bed, snuggling into the pillow like a cat. Lucifer smiled gently, grabbing the edge of the duvet and pulling it over the human, catching their curious gaze in the process. He said nothing, continuing on to tuck the edges of the blanket slightly under the human to lessen the amount of cold air that could get under the duvet. He then went to the other side of the bed himself, feeling the human follow him with their gaze as he laid down and pulled the duvet over himself as well.
Lucifer turned out the lights with a wave of his hand, plunging the room into near-pitch-black darkness. He smiled widely now that no one could see him do so, his lingering concern for the human overwritten by his happiness that they had chosen to rely on him and were spending time with him at this very moment. He stared at the human, suddenly noticing them fidgeting with their hands slightly and looking at him still in the darkness.
"Was there something you wanted before we go to sleep, my dear?" Lucifer whispered to the human,his smile audible in the gentle teasing tone it gave to his words. The human was silent for a moment, startled, before they responded.
"Could you... ah, if it's convenient, could you hold me...?" They stumbled over their words, flustered. "You don't have to for long, I just... want to know I'm not alone." Their voice grew quieter at the end.
"Of course." Lucifer said simply, smoothly pulling the human to his chest and wrapping his arm around them, encouraging them to snuggle into him. He petted their head as he continued. "I would like very much to hold you forever, if I could. Though I will settle just for holding you through the night" They sighed in bliss as they sank further into his hold.
"Thank you so much again, Luci... ahh, Lucifer." They said, words slurring together due to their exhaustion. He hummed in acknowledgement, moving on to rubbing slow circles onto their back.
"We will discuss what happened today when you are more awake, darling. Just know that I am always here for you, you just need to call for me." Lucifer said solemnly, closing his eyes as he felt the human's warmth against him. "And as a side note, I don't mind if you call me any nicknames, my dear. Only if it's you." He proclaimed, feeling them smile against his shirt at this statement.
"Well that's good... then, goodnight, Luci. Sleep well..." The human trailed off and closed their eyes, pressing a feather-light kiss to Lucifer's clothed shoulder before relaxing completely in his strong hold.
"Good night, my dear." Lucifer kissed the human's forehead slowly, pulling away after a long moment and closing his eyes. He kept a protective, yet gentle hold on the human as he listened to the human's breathing slow, their anxiety ebbing away. Lucifer felt himself beginning to lose consciousness as well, and surrendered himself to the pull of sleep.
The both of them drifted off together, feeling infinitely warm as they snuggled up to one another. And in that moment, they both felt more safe and secure than either had ever felt for a very, very long time.
<3
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for a possible suggestion/request: reader is being silly and teasing melissa, melissa gets playfully annoyed and threatens to "get" the reader; reader sees it as an empty threat because melissa would never hurt her and cheekily pushes her buttons further, which ultimately results in the reader losing a very one-sided tickle fight 😭❤️ (though perhaps still "winning" to the reader because 1) physical affection and 2) they got melissa to be silly with them too 🫠🫶🥹)
Speaking From the Heart Pt. II
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Summary: Melissa is trying to get some work done, and r just wants her attention
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie. I hope I did your idea justice!
P.S. I'm just now realizing that I already wrote a physical touch headcanon. Oops. But this one is cute and fluffy and silly and I loved writing it. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Okie bye!! <3
Physical Touch
You were big on physical affection and luckily so was Melissa. It took some time for you to figure it out, but she was a huge softie. At any given moment, Melissa was likely to display her affection through touch. She was observant and enjoyed learning all the things that made you melt. At home, you loved when she would wrap her arms around you and place kisses on your neck. In public, she would be discreet with her actions, but she still made sure her adoration was evident. If you were walking side by side she would link your pinkies together. If you were in an unfamiliar place, she would place a hand on your lower back and guide you around. She always made you feel utterly safe and cared for, and while you appreciated the heartfelt gestures, you liked to have a little fun every now and again.
✦ ✦ ✦
The steady pitter-patter of rain held your attention as you sat on the couch. You watched the raindrops as they hit the window and made their descent to the ground. Sometimes one droplet became two, creating a large bead that would race down the pane faster than your eyes could keep up. The light rapping of precipitation on the roof was soothing and almost relaxing enough to make you fall asleep.
There was just one thing missing: Melissa. She was right there with you, sitting at the coffee table grading her students' worksheets. For some reason, though, it felt like she was miles away. Her back was facing you (maybe that had something to do with it), but you could almost picture what she looked like. Red reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, eyebrows scrunched, and lips in a small pout as she deciphered messy handwriting. You watched as she tapped her pen on the stack of papers – something she did to help her think. She was deciding which encouraging note that student would receive.
“Oh, I know,” the redhead murmured once she figured it out. She was always attentive and deliberate with her feedback, firmly believing that her positive comments helped her students’ confidence.
God, she was so cute. You let out a sigh, becoming painfully aware of the space between you two. Maybe you could distract yourself for another thirty minutes. Her stack of papers seemed to be slimming down, and you were certain she’d be done soon. You picked up your phone, choosing to scroll through the messages you’d received. Seeing a Tik Tok from one of your friends, you clicked the link before remembering you’d sworn to a vow of silence. Melissa had been hesitant to let you keep her company, knowing she’d be running the risk of you interrupting her. You could only sit with her if you were going to be quiet because she’d lose focus otherwise.
She was already a week behind on grading, and you let out another sigh at that realization. Really, your only options were to sit there and watch the rain or to read your book (something you already grew tired of since you’d been doing it for the past hour). You truly just wanted Melissa’s attention at this point.
“Something wrong back there?” The woman asked as she scribbled dark ink onto stark white paper.
You startled at the sound of her voice piercing the quiet, “No, why?”
“You’re doing a lot of sighing,” she noted, not bothering to look back at you.
“I’m just bored.” You answered truthfully, a slight whine in your tone.
“I’m almost done,” she updated you before murmuring, “What the hell?”
You assumed that wasn’t directed toward you. She must have read a crazy answer on one of the worksheets. Her kids were known for writing down some wild things.
You decided to watch that Tik Tok after all. You came to the conclusion that it wouldn't bother her too much if the volume was low. However, as soon as the video began to play, the teacher noticed.
“Hon,” she said in a cautionary tone.
“Yes?”
“If you don’t turn that phone off, I’m gonna break it.” She huffed.
Any other time you’d feel the effects of her words, but that particular statement didn’t have her usual boldness. She wasn’t the best multitasker, unable to grade papers and be stern at the same time. She’d have to stop one thing to do the other and you knew that. So, you continued to play the video, turning the volume down lower in hopes that it would fix the issue. If she really wanted to stop you, she would.
“Y/N.” She whipped her head over her shoulder giving you a sharp glare.
“What?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips as your theory was proven to be correct.
She put her pen down and moved to face you. “Turn it off. I’m not kidding.”
“Okay, Mel.” You smiled sweetly, with the intention of not giving her any grief.
Then your finger slipped and you accidentally scrolled down to the next video. Your eyes widened and your mouth rounded in surprise. Unbeknownst to Melissa, you had meant to exit out of the app, but your phone seemed to take its own interpretation of your actions.
Melissa got up from the floor quicker than you expected her to, and before you knew it she was walking over to you. The same look from before took hold of her face, and you tried not to focus on how pretty she looked in her glasses. A smile planted itself on your lips as you admired her and that seemed to provoke the woman.
“Something funny?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“No,” you shook your head as she walked closer to you. “It’s just– that was an accident. I was trying to close the app.”
She’d made her way onto the couch, placing her legs on either side of your body and angling herself so she was leaning over you. Funny how a few minutes ago you were dying to be near her, but now you felt nervous under her gaze.
“Mhmm,” she nodded, “I bet you did.” Her hand reached out to snatch your phone.
You were quicker than her and swiftly moved your hand before she could catch you.
“Y/N, come on.” She tilted her head and reached out for the device again. “I don’t have time for games.”
“I’m not playing games.” You laughed. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to try a little harder.”
Moments later, you found yourself in a struggle trying to keep your phone safe. Once she realized where things were going, Melissa resorted to the only thing she knew would give her the upper hand.
“Melissa, I swear to God if you tickle me.” You gritted through heavy breathing.
She grinned at you before moving her hands down to grab at your sides.
“Melissa! Stop!” You tried to wriggle out of her grip, legs kicking and hands grabbing at her, but it was no use. She had you pinned down to the couch and you were too weakened by laughter to fight back.
“I’ll stop,” she paused when you looked at her with hopeful eyes, “if you apologize.”
“I-It was an acc–” you giggled and gasped through her attack. “An accide–”
She didn’t even give you the chance to finish what you were saying. If the words weren’t “I’m sorry”, then she didn’t want to hear them.
“Melissa!” Your eyes started well up with tears as you used your last bit of available breath to let out a laugh. “Stop, I can’t breathe!”
“Apologize,” she smiled, knowing that she was going to win this fight. Your phone was long gone, had dropped out of your grip once she laid her hands on you.
Your breathing troubles increased and the muscles in your stomach were burning, so you caved in. “Okay! O-okay! I’m s-sorry.”
After your confession, she stopped as promised. You were breathless with tears streaming down your face from laughing so much. Melissa was laughing nearly as much as you, and it was probably because you looked like a hot mess.
“That was so uncalled for.” You pouted as she loosened the grip her legs had on you.
“It was so called for,” she mocked. “You wouldn’t turn your damn phone off.”
“I tried!” You exclaimed. “Clearly my phone has a mind of its own.”
Melissa reached up to wipe your tears away. “You’re strong. I thought you were gonna fling me off of this couch.”
“I thought you were gonna let me die on this couch.” You looked at her with wide eyes.
She threw her head back in a cackle, “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I couldn’t fucking breathe, Melissa!” You emphatically motioned to your lungs.
“Poor thing,” she cupped your chin with her fingers. “Maybe next time you’ll keep your phone off.” She moved to get off the couch, but you reached for her arm to stop her in her tracks.
“I think I deserve a few minutes of cuddling for my troubles.” You proposed the idea hoping she would give take pity and give in.
“Your troubles?” she looked at you quizzically. “I’m the one who has to spend the next hour grading.”
“Please,” you whined as she started to move off of the couch again. “Just for a few minutes.”
“No, because a few minutes always turns into a few hours.”
“Please, baby.” You gave her puppy dog eyes. “I’ll help you finish grading.”
At the sound of you calling her baby, her eyes softened and you knew you were about to win this debate. She may be the queen of coercion, but you were also pretty good.
“Fine,” she conceded, “but only for ten minutes.”
She laid back on the couch and held her arms out to welcome you. You happily took the invitation and snuggled up to her chest. You placed a kiss on her collarbone to show your thanks, a chuckle escaping your throat.
“What?” She asked, her fingers already making circles on your back to calm you.
“Nothin’.” You continued to laugh quietly.
“Tell me.” Melissa couldn’t help but join in on the laughter, finding it infectious.
“You’re such a softie.”
“No I’m not,” she grumbled.
“You are.” You looked up at her. Even though she disagreed with you, you could see the twinkle in her eyes.
“You sure you wanna talk to me like that? When my hands are this close to you?” She asked, alluding to the fact that she wasn’t afraid to start a tickle fight again.
“Hey, let’s not get crazy.” You eyed her cautiously.
“I’m not soft.” She scrunched her face in disapproval.
“Whatever you say, Lissa.” She was soft for you whether she admitted to it or not. “You know we're gonna be here for more than ten minutes, right?”
“Yeah, hon, I know,” she laughed. “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that?” You winked at her. “Plus, you were busy.”
“I’m never too busy to cuddle.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head as you moved to rest on her shoulder. “I love being close to you.”
At that confession, you looked at her with raised eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I see what you’re saying.”
“You big softie.” You teased again.
“Stop it.” She poked your side. “Or I’m gonna get you.”
“It’s okay. I love you just the way you are.” You smiled, sealing the deal with a kiss.
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In your orbit
Portgas D. Ace x Singer!Reader drabble
Warnings: none, just fluff, fem reader
The song that I reference:
𝄞₊ ⊹
Love is tender
Sounds like your favorite song
Looks like the sun coming trough the window warming your cold skin
Tastes like your favorite dessert
Or so you thought until you met the second commander of white-beards pirate crew, fire fist Ace… now you doubted, you were almost sure love was anything within his orbit
You filled your lungs with the salted evening air before continuing humming the tune of a song you were writing, holding your “baby guitar” as Ace called it, while bathing on the last rays of sunset
“I thought it was a songbird on the deck”- you heard in that familiar voice you so adored the sound of, you turned your back startled a bit, Ace’s footsteps were heard getting closer, then he sat down beside you sighing in a relaxing manner
You giggle a bit- “I am not that great at singing”, you said looking down at your instrument again and continuing on playing the tune on its strings. “You must be kidding!” Ace exclaimed overly dramatic as he always was and laughed, you shook your head, “I am almost sure that the birds are jealous of you and they stop singing to listen to you” he said in a flirty tone while he got closer to you in a playful way
His words lingered in the air for a while, your rosy cheeks being the only trace of what he had said to you
You cleared your throat and changed the subject, “Have you ever played an instrument before?”- you asked looking anywhere but at his eyes, you were sure you’ll melt away if you did, “Nu uh” Ace answered while laying back, his hat covering his eyes and his hand behind his head- “Too busy being awesome to learn” he grinned
You smiled and looked back at the ocean and began to sing, Ace moved his hat to see you better
♫
Tell me, lover
Now that you made your change
Was your soul rediscovered?
Was your heart rearranged?
The sound of your voice, mixed with the notes coming out of your ukulele made Ace feel like he was floating, everything else disappeared when you sang
Ace sometimes had to stop his selfish thoughts of wanting to catch you like a songbird in his window so that you would only sing for him. No one else in the crew, hell, in the world he thought, could appreciate you and your talent like he did
You stopped and gasped when you felt a sudden weight on your side and a sigh that tickled your neck, “Keep singing songbird… please”- oh that nickname, it made you shiver and your stomach flutter, it was hard to continue the tune, but you did, with trembling hands and shaky breath
♫
I miss this place, your head and your heart
Ace held in a giggle, he knew that whenever he was just a little too close to you, you’ll went from a confident woman to a red shaky stumbling mess.
Ever since you first joined just some months ago after saving a member of white-beards crew in your island, it was evident how Ace was drawn to you, you always saw it as him being friendly and welcoming, but after a while Ace had gathered the courage to get to know you, gain your trust and be a flirt.
He liked how someone as romantic and artistic as you, was also a very fearless fighter, he just wanted to decipher you.
♫
'Cause this town's just an ocean now
The last note left your lips, “What do you think about the song Ace?” You asked just to be met with Ace’s loud snores, you smiled fondly at the pirate. The rays of sun kissed his freckles and the wind made the hair that sticked out of his hat dance, your heart fluttered.
Ace as feared as he was, he always seemed to be so tender with you, your presence was like a lullaby to him. You put your instrument away and stared at him a while more.
Love is tender, and for Ace, love was also in your orbit
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Hey! This is just a little something I wrote, I actually had fun so if you like it tell me!
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PIZZA TIME: ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER
synopsis: you and Anakin decide to cook together, but the problem is that neither of you know what you're doing.
warning: fluffy
words: 644
a/n: it had been a while since I wrote anything about Anakin,I was left with an inspiration hangover. But this idea came to me when I was rewatching Little Italy. I know it’s short, but I hope you like it ;)
“Are you sure this is how it’s done?” You asked, frowning, looking at what should have been the pizza dough, but looked more like a gooey mess.
“Maybe if we add a little more flour, we can reach the point.” Anakin suggested, taking the bag of flour and turning some into the bowl, the white powder scattering across the table as he stuck his hands back into the dough with the intention of shaping it.
You looked at the mixture biting your lip, looking for your datapad to check the recipe. It seemed simple, at first you thought it would be a fun way to pass the time, cooking as a couple's hobby, but things started to go wrong, when you didn't have all the ingredients in the fridge, and Anakin decided to innovate, making some adaptations. And it was these and other adaptations that led to this pizza dough that did not gain consistency, no matter how many cups of flour were added.
Anakin sighs in frustration as the 'pizza dough' refuses to cooperate, looking more like floury sludge than anything edible. He wipes his flour-coated hands on his already stained tunic, running a hand through his equally messy blond locks.
"This cooking thing is more difficult than battling droids," he grumbles, giving the bowl an experimental stir. More flour wafts up, dusting his face and the surrounding surfaces.
You stifle a giggle at his disheveled appearance, unable to resist planting a kiss on his powdery cheek. "We'll figure it out, my love. Maybe we were too ambitious starting with pizza," you offer gently.
Anakin glances down at the recipe on his datapad, still futilely attempting to decipher the instructions. "This is why I rely on you for the thinking. My expertise lies elsewhere," he teases with a wink.
"What if we use ready-made pizza dough? Then we just need to make the topping?" You suggested, remembering that there was a package of pizza dough lost in the fridge.
Anakin taps his chin thoughtfully, dusting more flour onto the floor as he considers your suggestion.
"There you go again, solving problems with that brilliant mind of yours," he says proudly, kissing your forehead. "Ready-made dough—why didn't I think of that?"
Wiping his hands, Anakin eagerly rummages through the disorganized fridge. "Now where did I see that package..."
A triumphant "Aha!" echoes as he emerges holding the dough aloft like a trophy. Ripping it open, he breathes a sigh of relief seeing its pliable texture.
"Let's get cooking," he says with renewed enthusiasm. As you prep the toppings, Anakin preheats the oven, wiping down the baking sheet.
You stare at the dough in surprise and amusement, taking in Anakin's handiwork. Though crooked and imperfect, the heart shape is unmistakable.
"Well, I'll admit shapes aren't my specialty," Anakin shrugs with a boyish grin. "But I thought a heart would be fitting, considering." He squeezes your waist affectionately.
Warmth blooms in your chest at his tender gesture. Despite all he's seen, he somehow maintains an earnest romanticism that continually draws you in.
"It's perfect," you assure him gently. "Everything you do, no matter how questionable the execution, always comes from here." You place a palm over his heart.
Anakin's eyes soften, embracing you in a lingering kiss. You pour all your care, acceptance and affection into it, leaving him smiling happily when you part.
"Now come, before our dough gets weird. The toppings await!" He winks and you get to work, sneaking soft looks and smiles throughout the process.
Though skills in the kitchen may need honing, here in privacy you each demonstrate a deep caring that nourishes body and soul alike. For you, these moments together are as delicious and fulfilling as any meal could be.
Your love, like Anakin's heart-shaped dough, may be imperfect but runs unfathomably deep. And that is more than enough.
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here are my favorite things i did this year :) thank you for tagging me @madeofcc <3
i was just gonna make a simple post and for some reason i decided to make this whole thing i guess, even features my stupid handwriting lol. everything written above + some more thoughts down below so you don't have to decipher whatever i wrote, also links to everything. thanks for following my messy blog and allowing me to rant about splatoon every other day lmao love u friends
harmony my beloved
i love splatoon ok! i've tried to recreate a few different splatoon characters before but they don't really translate well to sims. however i love how my harmony turned out! she's my fav character in the game and i'm quite proud of this funky little edit :)
leaf carrying a plant she stole
as soon as i saw that pose i knew i had to use it with my girl leaf! simple edit, but very cute <3 i wanna post more about my nymph!!!!!
what is this? a crossover episode????????
bojack horseman is my fav show ever. when i saw the horse pack trailer i KNEW i had to make this silly joke :p i didn't expect it to get so much attention but i'm glad it did! fun facts: 1) i painted bojack's face in game but basically redid the whole thing in photoshop bc sims textures are uh bad. 2) i recolored pc's dress and god i wish i could've made something better lmao. 3) i converted mr. pb's glasses and i SUFFERED. they actually look terrible ingame but ✨photoshop magic✨
this edit of an alien oc that i need to name still
i don't really use alpha hairs but ain't this one cute?! and i love this edit! if you read this give me a name suggestion for this sim please
YES THAT'S HAPPENING
I LOVE JUNO BIRCH!!! i literally need to stop myself from making another juno post every time she posts anything online lol. but that hot dog costume is iconic, what can i say.
sims in the city, baby + everything i made about them
i've been wanting to recreate these guys ever since i joined simblr back in 2019 (jesus christ) and i finally did! i'm very proud of them and happy so many people like them :) i loved this game growing up but none of my friends played it, so it's really cool to see more people who played it too!
also, that roxanna moxie lookbook i did? peak fashion
GRAP3FRUIT!
these guys!!!!!!!!! i really wanted to make a silly little band since forever and kari's edgewave fest finally pushed me to make them and I LOVE THEM! i can't wait to keep making more stuff with them babyyyyyyyyaskldjalskhdfklasj
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nothing looks the same in the light | a julysn xclusive.
ship: kyle broflovski x reader.
character(s): kyle broflovski, reader, ike broflovski (comes in around the end)
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual romance, aged-up characters, high school, enemies to lovers, secret crushes, love confessions, mild gore, somewhat ooc kyle, also ike is being a little shit hes 13.
warnings: rated T for cursing and mild gore.
summary: you get mugged and beaten up, left alone in a dark alleyway. you get lost in thought when suddenly, your crush worst enemy appears to rescue you.
other notes: gn reader, kinda corny.
word count: ≈3300
spotify playlist: here
a/n: crossposted from ao3
also pls give me suggestions.. first fic on tumblr HIIII is this aesthetically appealing would y’all read.. anyways i wrote this on impulse so it might be kinda bad?? but i had an idea and i tried..
kyle isn’t perfectly in character (i think). everything’s more fun when its slightly ooc imo !
posted while i’m at school… kinda rushed
You had just gotten into one of the bloodiest, most gruesome fights of your life
You were walking home from school, wanting to just go home and sit in your bed and use your phone until your parents reminded you of your homework. You had just wanted to stare at the wall, trying to fall asleep early, so you wouldn’t wake up late tomorrow.
But those plans —could they even be considered plans?— were interrupted when you were suddenly whisked away into the dark, beaten and mugged. Your backpack and phone were stolen; hell, even your dignity and pride had been snatched too.
Should I be embarrassed or annoyed?
You glanced down at your body, staring down at each and every injury that blanketed your figure. Bruises littered your usually clean and well-kept body, and blood dripped down from your nose and onto your weak hands as you sat against the brick wall of the empty alleyway.
Your breathing was ragged and heavy, as tears spilled down from your eyes to your cheeks. Your teeth were clenched, the pain swarming your fragile figure. I shouldn't have gone this way when I was walking home from school, you mused. Bad decision. Maybe bad is an understatement.
You were sitting all alone, bloodied and bruised, with potentially no one around to help except for your thoughts to offer mental support. Of course, this had to happen to you.
You were unlucky. Very unlucky. Maybe even the unluckiest person in all of Colorado.
Your luck has always been horrible since.. what, forever? You were always the first one out in dodgeball—always going out in the most embarrassing ways. Like the time Eric Cartman hit you in the face and as you were walking to sit down on the bleachers, you tripped on your shoelace and fell face-first. You earned two new bruises that day.
Your unlucky streak didn't end there, though. You always found ways to trip or fall over nothing. There was that one time you were in the cafeteria and you stood up to walk over and get a napkin, but you tripped over the air in front of your foot. You fell face-first into the floor, your shoe flying off your foot and into the air. You swore it did a backflip as it landed on the floor, and your friends burst out laughing... Needless to say, the memory still haunts you to this day.
There were countless stories that your family, friends, or even classmates could recite of you and your horrible luck embarrassing you in different ways. Woeful, isn't it?
You were sinking deeper and deeper into your thoughts until you heard some voices outside of the alleyway. Your head perked up, attempting to decipher the identities behind the ones who were speaking. However, they weren't being too loud, and you still couldn't figure out if you knew them or not.
Who's over there?
Luckily, you didn't have to force your weak body to stand up and walk over to answer that question. One of the ones in the group saw you in the alley and pushed away their friends to check on you.
Once your tired, sad eyes could finally process the sight before you, your jaw dropped to the core of the Earth. Figuratively, and hell, probably literally. Your jaw unhinged at who was standing in front of you, with a look of concern so surprising you almost pinched yourself to figure out if you were in a dream. Your eyes widened immensely. Your blinking went rapid. You were surprised (obviously).
"Kyle..?" You asked weakly, your soft and teary eyes looking up to see him. He was usually annoyed when you were around, so why did he look... genuinely concerned? I’ve never seen him this worried about anything. Do I mean something, or am I just overthinking it?
“Y/N? God, what the hell happened to you?” Kyle exclaimed, his eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed as he tentatively reached out to see your bruises. You reluctantly shuffled a bit, positioning yourself for him to see the majority of the injuries you had sustained. One of his hands reached out to gently brush away your tears, and you felt your heart pound in your chest at the intimate contact.
“I got mugged.” You sighed, pressing your lips together to form a straight line as your eyes darted away from his, not wanting to see the look of worry etched onto his features. His lips curled into a frown as he heard your words, feeling sorry for you. “Besides, why do you care? Do I look like a damsel in distress?”
”Yes.”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, clenching your teeth in irritation and pain as he examined your wounds. You had some cuts on your arms and neck, but mostly just purple and blue bruises were scattered across your figure.
This was a very unusual scenario—you were practically being rescued by your worst enemy. The two of you have hated each other since elementary school... maybe even preschool. And yet, in a time of desperation and need, he was the one to offer you care and comfort.
It makes sense why he’s being nice to me, I guess. If I saw my worst enemy like this, I’d take care of them too unless my worst enemy was Eric Cartman. I’d leave him there.
However, while one part of you was completely caught off guard by his sudden kindness and care, another side felt giddy and excited. Why? Because you had slowly begun to develop feelings for him over the past year and a half.
It sounded cliche, but Kyle was just irresistible. In your eyes, he was so gorgeous and kind (usually not to you). You liked him for not just his looks or personality but for his intelligence and talents.
Everything about him was perfect in your eyes. Everything, You admired each and every little feature that he had. The tiny, almost unnoticeable stitches around his mouth, his stunning emerald eyes, and those soft red curls that usually hid underneath his hat... you especially loved his hair.
One day, Kyle had shown up to school without his ushanka, and he looked so good. You swore the clouds parted just for the sun to admire his beauty, and that it was less cold—like he was an angel who had blessed the entirety of South Park.
That day was probably the best day of your life—the rivalry between the two of you wasn’t as strong or as harsh, school was quite easy that day (or maybe you were actually paying attention in class.), and things just felt... better. It sounds stupid, but that was the effect he had on you.
God, he’s gorgeous. And his personality? Even better-
”C’mon.” Kyle sighed gently, popping your thought bubble. He stood back up, seemingly having finished examining your wounds, He held out his hand for you to take, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you blinked for a couple of seconds, bewildered. What are his motives?
“Wait, where are you taking me?” You asked, staring at his open hand in suspicion. Kyle sighed and shoved his other hand into his pocket, his hand still stretched out towards you.
”My house, I guess. I need to bandage your wounds, and I don’t have a first aid kit on me.” He shrugged, pulling his hand away from you and placing it into his pocket. You contemplated the offer, thinking about the possibilities.
What if something happens while he’s taking care of me? Maybe he’ll kiss my bruises to soothe them... or maybe he’ll kiss me. I bet this is gonna be so damn romantic.
”Yeah, sure. I need it, anyways...” You weakly chuckled, letting out an awkward laugh as Kyle did the same. He held out a hand for you to grab onto, and you winced as you held his hand as he helped you to your feet.
The two of you walked down the street, your weak figure leaning against his as his warm, calloused hand lay on your waist. His presence was immensely comforting, and you found solace in the fact that he was being nice to you for a bit. Even if his kindness was temporary, it was heartwarming.
The walk was quite peaceful, steps slow and quiet as Kyle held you against him so you wouldn’t fall or trip. You winced as you felt his hand brush against one of your clothed bruises, and he immediately noticed your discomfort and moved his hand downwards so as not to hurt you further.
It was a partly cloudy afternoon in South Park, the chilly Colorado winds brushing against your (now bruised) cheeks like usual. The silence between you and Kyle was pretty soothing, as the two of you could sink deeper into your thoughts without it being awkward or uncomfortable.
Finally, after what felt like an hour of walking (but was only a few minutes), the two of you reached his house. His house was painted dark green with a detached garage, and the front door was painted coffee brown. You sighed, as he took you inside and led you to the kitchen.
”So, uh..” Kyle began, as he turned to glance at you while his hands rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He pulled out some bandages, before stepping over to you. He hopped onto the countertop beside you and leaned downward as his hands carefully wiped off the blood from a slit you had received on your arm. “How the hell did you get mugged?”
”I. I dunno.” You grimaced weakly, blinking back tears of pain as he wiped away the blood on all of the cuts you had. Kyle noticed this and he brushed away the tears with his fingertips, and you felt yourself melt underneath his sweet actions. His touch was delicate. Caring. He was being so kind, and your heart fluttered inside your chest. “But, uh. I’m fine, you don't have to—“
“Y/N, you’re not fine.” Kyle sighed, balling up the tissues smeared with blood and tossing them into a trashcan. He gazed into your eyes with a soft, caring look. The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and picked up some Neosporin. You yawned and watched as he gently rubbed the cream into the bruises and around some of the cuts, as gently as ever. "Just let me bandage you, alright?"
You felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him at his tender, attentive behavior. He was perfect. Astronomically attractive. Everything someone would want in a man. No words in the English dictionary could describe the amount of love you had stored in your heart for him.
Kyle Broflovski was the man of your dreams.
As the two of you sat there, your mind was flooded with a hurricane of thoughts. Did he like you back? Was he just being nice or is this his way of spending time with you? Are you overthinking it? Why was he being so nice to you? Did he have ulterior motives?
You had to ask.
“.. Why are you being so sweet to me?” You asked quietly, voice bashful and sheepish as you looked up from your lap to face him. Kyle was working diligently to wrap bandages around the cuts, and god he looked good. His narrowed eyes as he focused, his parted lips... You shook your head gently to distract yourself from these very thoughts.
"I feel bad," Kyle admits, looking up at you as he leaned back and took a deep breath. Pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he slipped off his jacket and ruffled his hair as he looked over your arm to see if he missed any cuts he needed to bandage. He yawned and ruffled his hair, and you couldn't help but admire the way his hand ran through those gorgeous curls of his. He's perfect. But he isn't mine.
He was the one guy you wanted so badly, yet you thought he was out of reach. Whenever Wendy and Bebe would drag you to basketball games because they wanted to see their boyfriends and not go alone, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your crush enemy.
The way Kyle would practically destroy the court with skill was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.
Unfortunately, 1/3 of the attendees from other schools would agree with you. You had seen many people, both girls, and guys, eyeing him with interest in their eyes. He had many admirers, mostly from other schools—you were probably the only one in the school who found him attractive, unless he had secret admirers... Of course, you always felt a rush of jealousy fill your veins whenever you saw someone try to gain his interest, but luckily, he was only focused on winning the games.
Everyone was aware that he had many "fangirls and fanboys" at other schools, as many even joked about it. Lighthearted, amusing stories of his “simps” were passed around during lunch for people to have a soft laugh about.
But, his worst admirer had to be you. You were down horrendous. The quick, sneaky glances towards him during class. How you would go home and sit on your bed, laying on your stomach, index finger twirling your hair while your other hand held your phone as you scrolled through his Instagram, blushing and giggling.
And not to mention the occasional unholy dreams that had overcome your thoughts for the rest of the day due to their vivid and exciting nature...
You were down enormously.
Your train of thought came to a halt as you felt the bandage meeting your other arm. Kyle had finished working on your right arm, and he had moved to sit on your left arm. The feeling of the fabric hitting your skin once more brought you back to reality, and the awkward silence was… well, awkward as hell.
And so, the two of you continued to sit in silence as Kyle worked delicately on the injuries you had sustained. The quiet atmosphere was beginning to feel comforting, instead of awkward. Your ears filled with the quiet sound of the both of you breathing, and it was a beautiful moment.
That was, until a black-haired freckled kid who looked to be around 12-13 years old walked in. His jaw immediately dropped at the sight of you two on the counter, in a bit of an intimate position as both your faces were just inches apart. It almost looked like the two of you were a couple, with the way you were so close.
”Holy shit!” The freckled kid shrieked, his jaw practically at the core of the Earth as he processed the sight before him. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sure this was real and not just a hallucination or anything. “Kyle, you and Y/N finally fucked?!”
“Finally?” You raise an eyebrow, your suspicions close to being confirmed. Finally... does finally mean that— No, I need to interrogate this kid. “How do you even know my name?”
“Kyle talks about you all the time,” The young teen smirked teasingly, though it was evident that he was still in shock. He slowly approached the two of you, a hilariously wicked smile on his face as he crossed his arms. Meanwhile, Kyle’s cheeks faded into a bright tint of red that rivaled his hair.
“No, I don’t—“
Kyle’s protests were cut off as the kid interjected, giggling furiously. It was evident that Kyle was trying to deny it, but his flushed cheeks and death stare toward the freckled kid made it a bit obvious that what he was saying was true. "My brother has the biggest crush on you. He shows me your Instagram posts all the time—"
Your jaw dropped. Your eyes widened. Your breath caught in your throat. So, according to this random little kid, the love of your life liked you back.
"Ike, get out," Kyle growled, finally putting a name to the face before you. Ike simply let out a mischievous giggle as he shot the both of you a wink, turning around and leaving the kitchen. for the both of you. You sighed, completely dumbfounded by what had just occurred.
"Was what he said true?" You asked quietly, blinking rapidly. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies. This was probably the best day of your life, had it not been for the fact that you were mugged.
”… Yeah.” Kyle admitted, his cheeks bright red and lips pressed together to form a straight line, feeling quite awkward now that the truth was out. "I've had a crush on you for about, uh.. 9 months now."
You thought you were about to explode. You felt a tsunami of emotions wash over you, as you felt so giddy yet shocked. Your heart was beating real fast, and you could swear it skipped some beats too. Butterflies flooded your stomach, and you could barely identify your true feelings about all of this. The news had practically flipped your world upside down, leaving you completely breathless and disoriented.
"Am I dreaming? Kyle, pinch me. Do something so I know I’m awake." You pondered aloud, feeling the last bandage being applied to your cuts as Kyle finally pulled away, avoiding your gaze with embarrassment in his emerald eyes. He was unsure if you liked him back—after all, the two of you were known to be worst enemies. Silently, he was begging, pleading, praying that you reciprocated.
Instead of pinching you, however, Kyle decided to do a little more than that. He gently picked up your hands, slipping his palm into yours as your fingers intertwined, and took a deep breath as he leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what was happening, and you decided to lean in too.
The two of you shared a soft, short kiss, one full of affection and tenderness. The kiss was quick yet passionate, and you felt yourself longing for more as he finally pulled away.
I really hope this isn't a dream.
You needed more of Kyle's sweet, delicate lips, so, you quickly leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your hands as you both sat on the counter, staring at each other in silence. The absence of words made the tranquil moment more divine, and you wanted this to last forever.
“… So, are we dating now, or..?” Kyle asked shyly, his tone slightly awkward but still warmhearted and soothing. You giggled at how he said it, but another part of you was literally about to start screaming and jumping up and down in excitement.
“Yeah,” You nodded, and in turn, he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face into his neck, savoring the moment while it lasted.
You hugged him tightly, wanting nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever. You wished time could stop so you could live in this moment for eternity. His arms felt so comforting around yours, as his fingers gently brushed against your bandages.
You felt Kyle’s lips brush against your temple, and your heart fluttered in happiness. This was it. We’re finally together now.
“Are you two— Woah.” Ike interrupted as he walked back into the kitchen, hands in his pockets as he processed what he was seeing. “Ew! Get a room, you two!”
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Mammon genuinely can't write😭😭😭
If you asked Mammon to read something he wrote, he could read it perfectly with no mistakes. If you asked someone else to read something Mammon wrote😨😨😨 they'll end up in tears because they can't even make it it passed the first word. Or if it's one of his brothers💀💀💀 they'll look at you like you're insane and tell you to "Get lost and read it yourself. What do you think I am? Some kind of fool?"
Mammon doesn't understand why nobody else can read his handwriting! It looks perfectly fine to him. His brothers berate and make fun of him for it all the time, and he'll sit there all like, "My handwriting is perfectly fine!" "Like yours is any better." "Give me a break! At least my school work is getting done, ugh!"
Lucifer remembers the time he put a texting and social media ban on his brothers and they each wrote him multiple letters as a petition to lift the ban. When he got to Mammon's letter, it took him so long to decipher the singular, "Sorry." On the page, and even longer to decipher all the hidden curses written in invisible ink. He had to hire a with to assist him in figuring out what it said.
Mammon tries to fix his handwriting for the better, but it just never works out! If he wants to write neater, he has to write slower than usual, and it never works out. All his professors have to get witches to translate Mammon's written assignments, and it's gotten to the point where they force him to do all his work on the computer. Satan tried giving Mammon writing lessons, but when he realized how bad Mammon's handwriting really was he called him a lost cause and left.
Mammon really doesn't see the issue with his handwriting. He can read it just fine! "Of course you can read it dumbass. It's your own handwriting!" And Mammon will raise his hand and tut at his dear brother. "Wrong! There's some people out there who can't read their own handwriting. If I can read it, it can't possibly be that bad." Everyone will just groan and roll their eyes, and Lucifer will tell Mammon to, "Shut up and eat your food." Mammon will sigh himself and mutter something about his brothers being sourpusses to which they all respond with a glare in his direction.
Mammon doesn't let his horrible handwriting deter him from anything in life. He still scams- I mean🤒🤒🤒 he still gets money in very legal, safe, and sane ways and that's all that matters. Until his handwriting starts affecting his money, he thinks he'll keep it the way it is for now.
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me fanfic#obey me headcanons#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me boys#mammon can't write to save his life#get your money up not your funny up#that's mammon's motto#lucifer is so done with mammon#satan doesnt understand how anyone's handwriting can be this bad#marshall cant write
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