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[lordfreg]

💜Pang in the Heart💜

PT 1: JEALOUSY IS A POWERFUL THING

MAJOR TW// VERY GRAPHIC, YANDERE!DONNIE, IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT & GORE !!

Donatello Hamato was an interesting man. He was very particular; things had to be done in a certain way, scenarios had to play out in a specific order, or he’d get upset.

But all of that was thrown out the window when he met (Y/N).

What an abrasive statement that was, the clear disgust and anger he had for them was embarrassing, almost. They were so charming it was gross, so pretty it made him hurl. They were absolutely astonishing, yet he almost hated them.

But, after getting to know them, he found himself thinking less of hate and more of adoration.

It was strange; he went from not thinking about them at all, to only thinking about them.

Their laugh, their smile. The way they would hide their face in their hoodie when they got embarrassed. The way the created like it was a part of them; their hands glided so easily over the paper and keyboard, that Donnie watched it like a dance.

They were so amazing in everything they did, he was a little jealous.

No, jealousy isn’t the right word. Envious? No. Adoring? Hmm, maybe.

Love?

…Yeah. That was it. He was in love with them. How could he be so stupid? I mean, his symptoms lined up perfectly.

The overwhelming crushing feeling in his chest, like he has being crushed by the Shredder all over again. The thoughts that plagued his mind about them. The sweaty hands as he slowly dragged a finger across their cheek. His flushed face as a stared at them, unconscious.

So peaceful, so helpless.

He could do anything to them, and they would have no idea.

He gave them a tender kiss on the cheek, before leaving their side once more. He looked back at them lovingly, as they grumbled and turned over, before escaping out their unlocked window.

The next day they came over. Date trouble, again. Donnie hated talking to them about that kind of thing. It was so infuriating. How could they not see Donnie loved them?

‘Ignorant,’ Donnie thought, blowing a breath out forcefully as (Y/N) continued ranting about their relationship issues.

“I just have no idea what anyone wants from me!” (Y/N) huffed, flopping on their bean bag. Donnie had made them a small corner in his lab, just for them, decked out in purple.

“Have you tired, oh, I don’t know, talking to this person?” Donnie raised an eyebrow, sitting backwards in his chair.

(Y/N) looked away, “No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Donnie huffed, “Listen, you’re the most beautiful person I know, so if you just gain some confidence, you’ll have everyone!” Donnie cheered.

"You sure?" (Y/N) asked, a slight smile on their face.

"Absolutely," Donnie says, looking at them with this strange little glint in his eyes. "If your looks don't get them, your personality will."

"Awe, thanks, Don!" (Y/N) smiled, "You're a great friend!"

He hated that word. Friend. Tch, was a festering word. He wanted 'boy' to be paired with that word.

"Sure," Donnie said, turning back around with a huge fake smile, "No problem, any time."

He said it like a robot, like he was just going through the motions. His clear disgust for the word, he hid poorly, but it wasn't exactly obvious. He was completely absorbed in thought, completely unaware of the world around him. He did even notice (Y/N) leaving.

After a few hours, he turned around.

"Well, it's finished (Y/N)!" Donnie said proudly, turning around to be faced with an empty room.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)?" He called, "Huh. They must be back at school. No worries! I have a tracker for this..." He said, turning around and pulling up a program on his computer, showing all the small icons for his family.

(Y/N)'s and April's were at the high school, their little icons flashing. Donnie put a lot more effort into (Y/N)’s icon, making it match their amazing face perfectly.

He smiled as he rested his head on his arms, but staring at their icon wasn’t enough. He needed to see them face to face.

Donnie dragged himself off of his chair and activated his battle shell, grabbing his hoodie for disguise and leaving to the school.

(Y/N) was at their locker, pulling out their notebooks. They shut the locker, to be met with Donnie's stupid grinning face.

“AHH!” (Y/N) shrieked, quickly being hushed by Donnie.

“Shhh!” Donnie said, placing a finger to his mouth.

(Y/N) swatted his hand away from their mouth, which hurt his heart a little, “What are you doing here?!” They whisper shouted, giving him a mean stare.

“I just wanted to see my best friend in the world!” Donnie cheered, smiling widely at them. He had his hoodie on, the Sade over his eyes making him look a lot less friendly then he would have liked.

(Y/N) looked at him with a side frown, crossing their arms over their chest and huffing at him.

“Okay, and maybe I wanted to raid the computer lab,” Donnie admitted, tapping the tips of his fingers together shyly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and finished putting their book in their bag. A figure suddenly approached them, coming up behind (Y/N) and pulling them into a tight hug from behind.

(Y/N) smiled, laughing as they hugged back, “James, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the field house?”

“Yeah, but how could I resist coming to see my adorable (S/O)?” The appointed ‘James’ flirted.

Donnie watched in horror as they had a sweet moment together, carefully watching (Y/N)’s facial expressions, trying to pin down what exactly was going on.

It was horrific, seeing (Y/N) be all cuddly with someone else. Someone who wasn’t Donnie.

In that moment; Donnie didn’t know what he felt. Was it jealousy? It couldn’t have been, Donnie doesn’t get jealous! …Or maybe he did. Maybe, he got so jealous that he could slam James’ head right into the locker. Maybe he could continue smashing the hunk of meat into the locker until it was nothing more than a pile of goop in his hands. Maybe he could squeeze James’ brain into a fine paste in his hands, laughing as he did this.

“Donnie?” (Y/N) asked, concerned, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Donnie asked cheerfully, immediately snapping out of his fantasies.

“You we’re just spacey the entire time James was here,”

Oh, Donnie hated that name already.

“And I was just going to ask if you have a problem with him, or anything?” (Y/N) said, tilting their head to the side.

“Ah, you know, I do.” Donnie mentally smiled, a sick, twisted smile. He could just plant a small seed of doubt…

“Why? What’s wrong with James?” (Y/N) asked, looking at Donnie with an almost pleading stare.

“Well, he seems like the type to, how do I put this?” Donnie scratched the back of his neck with fake concern, “Cheat on you? Be unfaithful?”

“Donnie, you’re being irrational!” (Y/N) huffed as the bell rang, “We’ll talk about this more later.” They said hurrying off to class.

“Alright,” Donnie smiled wickedly, “See you then~!”

Donnie had plans for tonight; just plant a few fake texts between (Y/N)’s best friend and their boyfriend, and he should be set.

After the big break up, Donnie had prepared for, (Y/N) came over seeking his comfort. Several times, this had happened. (Y/N) starts dating a guy, something happens between them, they break up, back into Donnie’s arms.

Just, how Donnie planned.

Soon, (Y/N) came in crying one day. It wasn’t normal, break up sobs, it was worse. It was horrible. All the boys sat (Y/N) down, calmed them down, and asked what was wrong.

(Y/N) could barely speak, “I-I was at a party, l-last week…”

“And?” Leo urged, trying to show his concern while not forcing them to answer.

“An-And it happened,” They sobbed.

That was the breaking point for Donnie. That was it. The final straw.

“Who?” Donnie asked harshly.

“J-James,” (Y/N) sobbed harder at the name, hugging Raph tightly.

Donnie nodded, walking into his lab.

“Where is he going?” Leo asked, watching him leave.

“(Y/N)’s his best friend, I’m sure this is effecting him just as much,” Raph soothed (Y/N), rubbing their back.

Donnie stayed in his lab for hours; meticulously charting, plotting, planning and graphing his revenge. It would only be 2 more hours before he could go out and do what he wanted, no, needed to do.

Those two hours zipped by like seconds to Donnie, he snuck out of the lair and reached an alley way of Main and 2nd Street, awaiting his victim. No, not a victim. The only victim here was (Y/N), he was a monster. Donnie was the monster hunter.

“And that’s yer total,” Some scrounged up middle aged guy said, handing James a small baggie.

“Thanks,” James said, taking the bag, “See you next month.”

The scrounge left, letting Donnie creep into the alley way, cornering poor little James.

“How about see you never again?” Donnie suggested, making his presence known to James.

James spun around quickly, gasping when he was Donnie.

“What the hell are you?!” He sputtered, “Some kind of lizard man?!”

“Turtle, and no.” Donnie let out a dry chuckle, “I’m your demise.”

“My what?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Donnie said flatly, taking a step closer before his smile worked itself up again, “And I’m going to enjoy every nanosecond of it.”

“What the hell?” James held his fists up, “You wanna fight, punk?”

Donnie laughed, and laughed harder. Before Donnie could even process what his body was doing, he was on top of James, pinning him down. Donnie’s knee was on his back, crushing his spine, and holding his arms behind his back. Donnie grabbed his head, pulling it back roughly.

“Fight? This wasn’t even a scuffle!” Donnie laughed crazily.

“W-What do you want from me?!” James pleaded, “Don’t kill me, please!”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to touch my (Y/N). You hurt them, badly.” Donnie chuckled, “So now I hurt you. The law of equivalent exchange.”

James begged for his life, even starting to cry, but Donnie could care less. He was hellbent on one thing alone; making him hurt.

Donnie couldn’t even feel his arms, they were numb, but he felt every spark of electricity that shot through his nerves.

Donnie could feel the inhuman force that he was using to repeatedly slam James’ face into the concrete of the alleyway, his screams of pain and the splattering of blood going deaf as he continued.

Donnie slammed his head in over, and over, and over again. James’ skull was already broken, his flesh only being held on by a few tendons left. The side that Donnie smashed in was tore up, James’ jaw being broken open by the sheer force that Donnie used.

Donnie laughed as the earth came back into his world, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Donnie dropped James’ head and picked himself up off of the body, making note of the tears that were still fresh on his face.

Donnie held a hand to his head, noticing his fever. He dragged a hand along the walls of the alleyway, making a streak of crimson blood on the wall.

“Damn, I have to get home,” Donnie thought of his brothers, “But first I have to clean up.”

After he was all tidied up, he took off running, not even bothering with the body. The police would find it, it would be all over the news and no one would know it was Donnie. Open and shut case.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

That all happened 4 weeks ago. Where was the body now? Had the authorities just not dealt with it? Why wasn't the news on top of this cold case?

Now this was driving him truly insane. The waiting, the hours ticking by like seconds and the minutes dragging on for months. Time was an obscure concept to the social isolation Donnie subjected himself to.

Donnie rocked himself back and forth, waiting for any headline to pop up on the topic. It couldn't have taken this long for a cold case to come out, right?

He stared blankly at the screen, gripping the flesh of his face, not even caring how his nails dug into the tender meat of his face. Or how he was going numb slowly. Or how he couldn't even remember what day it was or the last time he ate.

He could only survive so long without water, so he growled as he reluctantly got up and left his lab, going to the bathroom.

He didn't speak once to his brothers, ignoring them completely as he soaked in the bathtub. He went back into his lab, skipping the leftover pizza and going back to sitting in hi chair, staring blankly at the computer screen.

He did this for two days until Raph finally called (Y/N), begging them to come as quickly as they could.

"What?! What?!" (Y/N) called, almost slipped down the latter as they rushed into the lair.

"It's nad," Leo said, not even opening with a joke or a pun, "I-I think Donnie's gone insane."

(Y/N) looked at him with a hint of concern, but mostly confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"He's locked himself in his lab for days!" Miley cried, looking on the verge of tears. "He only comes out for water and food."

Raph takes (Y/N) by the shoulder, whispering quietly in their ear, "I hear him screaming at night, and sobbin' loudly. I don't think that's exactly normal."

They looked at Raph completely dumbfounded, "It's not."

They looked back, determined. "I'll talk to him."

"Be careful!" Mikey warned, a fearful expression on his face.

"I will..." They said, walking to the lab, "As careful as I can."

(Y/N) walked into the lab, peaking in to see Donnie sitting in his chair, rocking back and forth.

"H-Hey, Donnie." They said, walking to Donnie, "Are you okay?"

"Ah!" Donnie spun around, a huge, fake smile plastered on his face. It was almost scary.

"Just the person I wanted to see!" He said, embracing them in a hug. "God, I missed you so much."

"Donnie..." They said, hugging him back, a suprise to their tone. The sudden affection scared poor (Y/N). "Donnie, are you okay?" They asked again.

Donnie looked at them, his smile faulting. He pulled away and aggressively slapped a hand to his face, growling.

"Gah, no!" He hissed, "I-I just need your support..." He said in a defeated voice.

"Hey," (Y/N) pulled Donnie's hand away from his face, holding it for a second. "I can do that." They smiled.

Donnie sighed, hugging them once again. His eyes couldn't help but look back at the monitor, knowing that at any moment, it could pop up on his screen.

"Yeah..." Donnie finally said, "I would like that."

Donnie and (Y/N) laird down on his bed, (Y/N) resting peacefully as Donnie stared at the ceiling. His mind was racing.

At any moment, at any moment! His mind would sat over and over.

Suddenly, a ping came from the computer as Donnie shot up quickly, forcing (Y/N) up with him as they were laying on his chest.

Donnie slowly looked over, suddenly and sporadically jumping up out of bed and rushing to the computer.

He immediately put on the report of the body found in the alley way, watching his crime be talked about.

Donnie watched like he was playing the Purple Game all over again. A wide grin was on his face, completely ignoring his friend as they got off the bed and walked towards him.

"Donnie?" They asked, reaching out to touch him, "Are you okay?"

Donnie turned around quickly, almost making (Y/N) jump back in suprise.

"I did that." He said, his smile quivering. "I did that."

He pointed to the screen.

"The body was identified to be James Lastname, reportedly beat to death by an inhuman force..."

"Donnie..." They said, backing up slightly, "You... You didn't do that, you couldn't have."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He said sincerely, "I killed him, I did it for you. He hurt you, I-I couldn't let him get away with that!"

Each word Donnie took a step closer, reaching out to embrace (Y/N). He looked destroyed by this, utterly miserable. Still, he was smiling and chuckling nervously as he back poor (Y/N) in the wall.

"You..." (Y/N) could barely mutter. "You killed him..." They said, their voice weak and their eyes full of tears.

"I did it because I..." He smiled.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

》remember: your choice cannot be changed.

@yanteetle hope you enjoyed!!

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coax the cold | reader x chan

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: smut, lil bit of fluff 

Tags: softsub!chan, softdom!reader, virgin!chan, shyyyy!chan, lowkey awkward chan hehe, tinder hookup au, college au (very US college haha--or at least how I know it), guided sex, cowgirl, reader has nipple piercings sooo nipple play (my new kink) , hair pulling, use of petnames, praising, protected sex, fingering (f), someone’s impatient ;) 

Word count: 4.2k 

Recommended listening: bite by troye sivan 

*photocreds to OP! 

[02:05] 

you are messaging: chan 

me: i’m here by the bike locks? is this the right place? i don’t see a door anywhere? 

Buzzing above your head, a streetlight flickered from the erratic flying of moths to the addictive yellow glow. You were never really a squeamish person, but when it came to moths, there was only so much that you could take in the uncomfortable silence of the parking lot. 

A group of girls with their cropped shorts and bralettes came barreling out from a pair of doors farther down the building with music screeching from the phone speakers shoved in their tiny pockets. 

“You’ve got the addy right? You didn’t hear anything about it getting shut down? Becs was telling me that they were doing ratios so it looks like we can’t bring the guys--” 

You tapped on your phone screen to see if you had received a reply or if the little flame icon would flash while you watched the minutes tick by. 

You had a little shame about the position that you were in, and you started to care less and less after seeing this guy’s pictures. He was somewhat illusive from what you could tell. The way that he texted in all lowercase made him seem approachable but he still wasn’t one ask for pictures of your tits or send the odd drunk text asking for you to come over. 

You had send the message at this hour. It was likely that you were impatient from “playing the game” but he seemed intriguing enough. 

The Friday night was filled with energy from the other side of the street across from the apartment complex. His place was situated right on the edge of campus next to a couple run down houses with windows lit by multicolored string lights and creaking doors which let out vibrating trap songs every time someone opened them. You had left a house similar to that before coming here right when it was getting boring and the boys were getting a bit handsier than you would’ve liked. You were done making out with randoms in hallways who tasted like watery beer and bad decisions. 

“Um, hey!  Are you y/n?” The stranger’s voice called from a fire escape door. 

He was dressed simply, sort of like someone who didn’t care, or someone who hadn’t left their room since the morning. In this lighting, his hair seemed to be some kind of dark burgundy brown which was a bit different from his caramel blonde hair from the photos. You would’ve felt lied to on another occasion, but the simple trait wasn’t a game changer. 

“Uh-yeah, that's me.” You smiled bluntly, not really sure even what to say in a situation like this. 

Up close you saw what the pictures really didn’t give him justice: a faint press of dimples and stretching veins on his hands. You assumed that he was a bit smaller under the giant black hoodie that he wore, but he had that same kind of coziness that was just a little too dangerous for a hookup. 

“I live on the third floor.” He informed you while leading up the hollow sounding cement staircase. 

“Mm. Okay.” 

The stranger turned his head briefly to smile back at you, “I-Its nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You nodded, even though he didn’t see. 

This young man’s room was nearly exactly as you had pictured it to be element by element. Like every other boy his age, he had a gaming set up with color changing LEDs on the side of his machine and a smaller TV that was hooked up to some console you didn’t care to know the name of. The floors were nearly clean and the bed made--almost like he had planned for it to be that way; you could see the dirty clothes peeping from under his bed. 

The banged up beige walls were decorated with posters of indie bands that you had heard of once or twice. He had somewhat of an organized open closet that held types of CDs and vinyl too--the room itself smelled a bit dusty like the protective covers of those albums that you associated with a record store. 

“You can...we can sit down if you’d like.” He rather awkwardly gestured to his full sized bed. You prayed that once you pulled the covers back later there would be no white stains. 

“Okay.” 

“I could-um, turn on some music maybe? If you would like?” 

“Sure!” You piped trying to sound as confident and in control as possible--it was clear he wasn’t. 

He fidgeted with his phone and a bluetooth speaker which startled him when he turned it on. Just like the posters on his walls, he picked some soft sounding acoustic song with a crooning folk singer that sounded like he was singing with the exclusive use of his head voice. 

The stranger sat next to you clasping his hands in front of him and eyes glued to the floor. 

“Sorry...this is my first time doing this.” 

“Doing...?” 

He smoothed back his dark locks, “You know...meeting up with someone like this after meeting through an app. Um...what do you study?” 

“Biochem with a graphic design minor. You?” 

You weren’t sure if this was a hook up or an interview. 

“Poli Sci Human Rights stuff and sound engineering on the side.” 

“Huh...thats...cool.” 

Both of you nodded your heads in the silence to which he cleared his throat loudly to feel the space. 

“C-can I get you anything? You thirsty or something? I can steal some of my roommate’s Smirnoff Ice--” 

“--No. I’m fine. Thank you though.” 

He smiled sweetly to hid the fact that he was rubbing his sweating hands against his pants. 

“But...how this usually starts off, you could lay down and maybe, I could get on top?” 

“Oh!” He squeaked, “Sure! I can do that.” 

The bed groaned out with the shuffling of bodies and your hookup sighed out with a shaky breath and squirming legs. “Like this?” 

Rather than saying more, you crawled carefully over to him to the tune of his quickening chest and widened eyes. The shier he got, the harder it was for you to keep it in--he was ridiculously cute and your mind could only run wilder thinking about how he would react to everything you were about to show him. Your hands crept to the hem of his hoodie where you teased cold thumbs to his torso. 

“I’m gonna take this off you, okay?” 

Chan nodded eagerly with hair fluffing once you pulled it over his head. 

“Take mine off?” You hushed into his ear to which he smacked dry lips to obey you. 

He took his time pulling it off you; he savored the way that your bare body looked in front of him with glossy eyes that shone with the soft pastel glow from his computer in the opposite corner of his room. His chest heaved with his excitement which only held even more shallow breaths once your top hit the floor. 

“I-I can touch you?” 

“You can touch me anywhere you want to, baby.” You followed his head back to the pillow where you parted his quivering lips with your own. You could feel his shock get caught in his throat, then snake out hotly from his mouth to yours. He kissed you carefully, but growing in greed once you ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip. His curious hands wrapped around your back where he rubbed lightly at your sides, then traversed to your chest. You sunk deeper onto him to the tune of the music skipping to the next song which sounded nearly like a chilled out pairing of twangy guitars. As far as you could tell, it sounded something like Grateful Dead. 

As your hips melded into his, Chan’s whole body jerked feeling the sudden contact of your pussy grind against him. As you had expected, he had hardened instantly, and his length bobbed and tented the thick fabric of his sweats. You kissed him deeper, exploring the corners of his mouth and the inside of his lower lip while tugged at the plush skin gently. 

You should have guessed, but this boy didn’t have a clue how to take a bra off, so you did the job for him, sure to give him a display at the same time just for the dramatic effect of your surprise. 

“H-holy shit.” Chan oggled your breasts from below. You were certain that he didn’t notice the way that he slicked his tongue slowly over his lip at the sight of you. 

“You can touch them too.” You purred back into his ear, and he eagerly brought thrilled hands to your nipples. 

“They’re really...um, pretty.” He said with fluttering eyes from your breasts to your eyes. What a gentleman he was being. 

You toyed with your delightfully hardened bud in your hand while he played with the other. You pulled lightly at the sliver stud piercing there to show him that he could do the same and wetted your fingertips with your tongue to bring the wet to your skin. He kneaded at your breast firmly at first, cupping it in his hand, then moved his attention to your sensitive skin aroused just from the softest touches. 

Your tiny moans was all the validation that he needed to squeeze harder and pull rougher. It was as if you could see his cute pent up fantasies unfolding right before you in his sparkling brown eyes. 

“Mm, that feels so good.” You coaxed him further, going to grind you ass harder into his own lap and indulging in the way that even in your shorts, your folds could part around the thick imprint of his dick. 

You collapsed over his face to align your nipples nearest his tongue which he gave no more thought. Chan kissed at them with trailing breathy moans of his own that melted into you and vibrated against the metal made one with your hardened buds. He sucked too with a flicking tongue that sent heat straight down to your clit. Each time his flattened tongue would return with the wet of his spit, you felt weaker and weaker for this boy becoming more tantalizing by the second. 

“Want to--want to take off even more?” The phrase barely escaped your lips. 

“Mmhm.” He agreed, then took to shimming off his pants quickly and watching you do the same, revealing your sky blue panties that always soaked in the way that you liked them to. 

Your show continued on, and you took two of our fingers to rub over your clit while facing him. He too had wetted a spot into his boxers that adorably bunched around the upper parts of his thighs. With your free hand, you slithered to his erection and traced the outline, leaving him on a teasing squeeze. 

“B-before we do anything else...I have to tell you something?” The young man hesitated, causing you to draw your hand back. 

“What is it?” 

“This is like my, first time, first time. You know?” 

“You’ve never--” 

“--I know. It’s...kinda embarassing...and the fact that it’s happening this way...” 

“You don’t want it to happen this way?” 

Chan stammered, but shook his head vehemently, “That's not it. I just don’t want you to be dissapointed...since I don’t really...know what I’m doing too well.” 

He cracked with a hopeful smile, and you couldn’t stand it any more. 

“Babyboy, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I don’t mind.” 

“You don’t?”

“No,” You scooched next to him to twist a couple of his deeply cherry red strands into your fingers, “In fact, the fact that you haven’t done this before...really turns me on. Got it?” 

Chan gulped, “S-so...what-what can I do for you? I’ll do anything?” 

You pressed a light kiss into his forehead with a hand trailing up his thigh and back to his dick which still throbbed with his excitement. 

“How about, you show me how you jerk off this cock of yours, angel? And I can show you how I do the same? For starters?” 

He licked his lips once more, hooking his hands under his waistband and freeing his cock pink, and even thicker than you had imagined. You slid yourself unto his arm to cuddle up close to him, one of your legs swung over his so he could see exactly how you played with your clit. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick with a tug which elicited a tiny “ah!” from his mouth. 

“That’s it...jerk your cute cock for me...just like that.” 

His eyes devoured the circles made by your hand between your legs--you strung together your slick between your fingers to him to see. The clear stringy cum shone on your fingers, making the other boy whimper out seeing how it coated them. 

“I want to touch you too...down there, so bad.” He pleaded after pumping faster at himself. 

“Oh? Pretty boy would like to feel what it’s like to touch my dripping cunt, hm? You know that watching you makes me like this...?” 

Chan gasped out at the thought, letting out an “mmhm.” that cracked in his throat. 

“C-can I?” 

The heat of your naked bodies intermingled and turned the air of his small room dense, and each of your senses became hyper aware in your own arousal: every hair that stood on end, every flinch of his muscles beside you, you could feel it all. 

“Of course you can.” 

Chan shifted, leaving his dripping cock to pulse on your thigh where he flipped on his side to dip his hand between your folds and against your swollen clit. 

“Rub in circles baby, or whatever feels right to you...you’ll know if it feels good for me.”

He nodded with hands trickling down to your pussy heated between your legs. 

There’s something different about him, it could be the fact that you know next to nothing about him, or how he makes you bothered. 

Slowly, his fingers dip between your folds slicked from your teasing--and the way that there mere sight of him teases you. Your back arches from the press of his fingers, and your bud throbs under each and every swipe of his fingers. 

“Feels good?” He whispers into your ear, tickling it. 

“Mm-yes.” With your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull right at the roots. You bite a kiss into his lip while drawing him closer to you. His lips are plush and quivering like they can’t decide what to do with all the simulation at once. 

“Harder...you can press harder,” The words were airy on your tongue while your hips writhed. 

“Like this?” He circled harder, wider with his digits mixing with your cum. 

The room appeared to blur in your euphoria. Coupled with the gentle music playing there was a kind of peace to this boy and everything about his little space. The further he continued, the more you longed for him fully--to feel every inch of his length inside of you as you fucked him for the first time. 

Your hand grabbed at his hair even tighter: a symbol that he took as a good sign. He laughed out a little at your response. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He coos. Against your thigh, his dick bobs with a flared tip, begging for more attention. 

You moan out for him as you dig your heels into his bed, and watch the way that your nipples harden around the metal piercings just from his touch. 

“Just you wait baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Your kisses pull at his lower lip as you fill his mouth with more moans. “You don’t even know how fucking tight it is, how it feels when I pull you inside of me and how the friction feels when you’ll fuck me.” 

Chan shivers from your words with a gulp and lets his fingers fall down to your entrance where is curiosity gets the best of him. You wince feeling his fingers fill your pussy with the wonderful way that you desperately close around his digits. 

“Shit.”

“Are you ready?” You ask him permission before trailing a hand down his torso. 

“--Yes,” He nods quickly, “Please. God--I want to feel it. Show me.” 

You twitch from the lack of contact to your pussy when you swing your leg to straddle him. Your hips meet his, and he struggles for a moment over where to put his hands. In one motion you grind your dripping folds over his bare dick, slicking him up and down with the light grind of your hips. A broken gasp escapes from his lips which you catch with your own mouth in a kiss. His closed eyes flutter from the feeling of having you so close...but not completely yet. 

“Got a condom, angel?” You caress down his cheek and let your thumb linger over his bottom lip. 

Chan gives you a grunt in response before contorting his body to the side table where he fumbles for the plastic wrapper. His curtains dance a little with a breeze caught in them, likely from the window being open. The air smells a bit like water, and it’s cool and crisp in your lungs. It cools the surging heat that your body succumbs to. 

You move for him to roll the condom on, tracing the muscles of his chest. His skin is untouched, unmarked, and suddenly all you crave is to see him bruised and scraped in pink. You dig your nails into his chest seeing the way he jerks at himself just a bit more while looking up at you in awe. 

“H-how do we do this?” He asks. 

“Just...do as I say...’kay?” 

Your date nods, letting you take complete control over his body. You start at his neck with kisses that turn heavier and heavier then darker and darker. He busies his hands by cupping into your breasts and tweaking with the hardened buds. 

“Just lay still, I can put in the work pup, okay?” You reach for his erection further down his body, and he finds handles in your hips and ass. 

“I can do that.” He sighs out with a little groan feeling your hand squeeze at him. 

At first, you tease your entrance with his head, barely letting him feel anything besides your clit against his pink tip. His skin grows dewy in his anticipation, and he licks at his lips which dry from each breathy exhale he uses to steady himself. You take your cum to wet at his dick with your hand, and push harder at his sides with your thighs. 

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, got it?” 

Chan hastily nods, digging deeper into your sides. 

“Fuck, just--fuck me already...I can’t...it’s really...hurts to wait--” 

“Getting demanding now are you?” You tap a light slap to his face. “You’re doing what I say, not the other way around.” 

“S-sorry...” He whines. 

You resume, sitting properly on his length: all the way down, all the way to your cervix which screams in ecstasy from feeling him fill you so deeply. 

“Fuck.” He groans, but his curse is intertwined with a beautiful giddy smile. “Its really tight. Oh god--” 

You lean over him to attach your lips with his once more--a tiny distraction from the way that you start to roll your hips over his length. Chan freely lets his moans tickle your lips, each of them more gruff than the last as he looses himself in you and your rhythm. He’s dizzied: lightheaded--even you can tell. The new sensation takes him over, and he’s left a mess for you: hips trembling while you work your pussy up and down his length and his fingers claw into your shoulder blades. 

Chan’s Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps dry, forming praises the best that he can. “Feels...amazing...” 

You sit back, allowing his full length to tease your g-spot as you fuck him rougher, indulging yourself to all the pleasure that he can give you when you let him in as deeply as possible. He notices the change, and supports your body up with hands running up and down your chest, and down your arms where he pulls at the skin with his short nails. 

“You like this?” You gasp between each roll of your hips. “How my cunt feels on your cock? How I can use you like this? Use your words Channie.” 

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yo-You look...mm--” 

You giggle a little at the light pink blush to his cheeks and the way that he stumbles over his words. 

“Think you can last a little longer, baby?” Your fingers creep to his throat where you tease at squeezing his neck.  

He pauses, loosing himself in it again before giving you a rushed answer: “I think? It’s just...really intense I think that I’m c-close already.” 

You permit him only a couple more seconds of you, then glide off him carefully to which he whines out in confusion. 

“Your turn to fuck me now. Come on, behind me.” 

Chan looks bewildered and breathless, but he does as he’s told and tosses aside stray pieces of clothing on the bed to get to you. You hoist up your hips for him after burying your face into the mattress. To guide him further, you fuck your fingers for him too at this angle, only stopping once you feel the pressure of his cock once more. He slides himself in agonizingly slow until he bottom’s out with a choked moan. 

“Fuck me baby boy. You know what do to.” 

Your date’s hand finds your hips once more which he firmly grasps, then begins screwing into your pussy already blazing with heat and your orgasm building from before. He finds his pace after a while and fills the room with the fleshy sound of skin on skin. Your own fingers find their own way back to your clit where you rub in tandem with his thrusts. 

“Oh,” He gasps quietly. 

Your nails bury into the comforter of the bed, and your teeth clench harder as he milks himself into you and grows in pace. 

“Fuck yes baby, fuck me just like that. You’re doing so good; fucking my pussy just like you should...” 

Your orgasm quickens hearing the praises come from the bottom of your heart and the way that he grunts out hearing them. For someone who’s never done this before, it’s unbelievable how good he is at it all. 

He shudders, and you feel yourself tighten around him further, sensing both of your release coming near. Your hookup doubles over your back, burning you with the heat from his body as he fucks into you with reckless thrusts. 

“Shit, I’m so, so close.” He admits though clenched teeth. 

“Me too baby, finish me off, cum inside until you’re throbbing and you can’t take any-anymore.” 

A switches flips within this once innocent man, and you feel the bed creak as he kneels on one leg, then lifts one to stamp upon the bed to better his angle. The new position directly sends your g-spot into flames, and you shake from limb to limb feeling your orgasm right on the brink. 

He growls upon his release, finishing it off with shallow breaths once he nearly collapses over your back to feel each drop of his cum release inside of your pussy. You rub your orgasm out until you see lightning behind your eyelids and it’s heightened by the way that he twitches with his cum against your deepest spot. 

“A-are you okay?” Your adorable date immediately asks once you gasp and writhe under him. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine...fuck,” You laugh out, “That felt unreal Channie.” 

He shakes once his softening dick leaves your hole, and you get a good look at this stranger: chest flushed and hair messed over his forehead. He falls down to his side on the bed still breathless and letting out happy little laughs. 

“I’m sorry if that was like, really fast. It just all felt...so good, and, I couldn’t really control it--” 

“Mm, don’t you worry.” You sweep down to kiss his gasping mouth. Silently, you thank whoever it was in the universe that let you meet this boy on this night, and whoever willed you to leave that party. 

“What do we do now?” Chan asks, still bare for you to take in wholly. You wanted to tell him, but couldn’t find the words. He was kind of beautiful. 

“Whatever we want. I could go, or I could stay. Really anything goes.” 

His chest is peppered with your purple love bites, and you wish then to give him even more if you have the chance--whenever that might be. 

Chan tilts his head, “Stay?” 

“Well, we still need to get to know eachother don’t we?” 

The handsome stranger grins, and lets his hand trace the side of your face. The cool of the room feels addictive against you, and it weaves around your neck and against the little hairs of your arms. 

“You’re right.” He nods, “There's only so much you can tell about a person from these kind of dating apps.” 

“That’s true.” Your hand discovers his collarbones, which you trace lightly. “It’s nothing like the real thing.” 

~🌹~

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Webs and Awkwardness P.P

Peter Parker x Bestfriend! Reader

Summary: Walking into your best friend’s room to find out he is Spiderman is terrible as it is, but what comes after is even worse, when Peter rips your t-shirt in the process…

Based on this prompt

Warnings: A couple of bad words (Mostly from May) and a little suggestiveness. Supportive Aunt May, and flustered Peter ;)

Word Count: 1.9k words

Posted May 2, 2021

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“Hey Aunt May!” you greeted, walking into the apartment. She smiled, hugging you.

“Good evening Y/N!” She gestured over to the pile of books in your arms. “Studying for a test?”

Nodding tiredly, you answered. “Physics...and Peter is probably the only one in the class who is passing. So I desperately need his help.”

Aunt May laughed, pointing to his room. “Thank god he is still doing his work, with being cooped up in his room all the time. Not to mention being so distant after getting that internship from that Stark guy.” She shook her head, primarily to herself. “I don’t like him too much.”

You smiled, thanking her before making your way to Peter’s room, knocking softly. There was no response. You did it again but figured Peter might be too engrossed in making something. So you went in.

And you will never forget the shock that went through your body. In the middle of the room, standing half-naked with only his boxers, was your best friend, Peter Parker. But that wasn’t what shocked you. What made you gasp was the clothing that pooled at his feet. Red and blue. Black lines crisscrossed over it. But even then, you wouldn’t overthink about red and blue clothes. The mask in his palm,, though said everything.

“It’s not-uh not what it looks like!” Peter shouted, haphazardly throwing the mask to the side. It didn’t help his case because the second he threw it, a light red light illuminated the ceiling, showing the iconic logo we all knew. “I’m uh, not- I promise it is not- this it just a- Oh god”,, Peter rambles on, kicking the suit back so harshly that it hits the wall hard, making a small dent before it crumples to the floor.

You could feel your eyes widen, looking at Peter in amazement and then the mask. Almost comically, you come closer, observing his face and then shamelessly looking up and down his body, eyes zeroing on his abs.

“You’re Spiderman. Peter Parker is Spiderman. My best friend is Spiderman.” You say slowly, trying to get it into your head. Peter nodded, trying to judge what you were going to say or do.

“I-”

“It all makes sense now!” you exclaimed, sitting down on the bed, knowing if you kept standing, you were going to pass out or something.

“What?” Peter asked eyebrows scrunched up. Out of all the possible things you could’ve said, that was the least expected one. The most expected one was a hit to the face,, and maybe then you would run out of the apartment.

“It’s- uh- now I understand. How you magically got rid of your glasses,”

“I got contacts”, Peter interjected, biting his lip.

“-no,, you didn’t. I asked May where you got your contacts from,, and she told me you didn’t have any.” Peter looked down, knowing that story went for a toss.

“Then how you also got abs overnight, as well as your overall muscles”, you said, gesturing to his body. Peter became bright red but made no move to put anything on.

“After that, you would never answer my calls in the night. For a bit, I thought you were ignoring me or at some girl’s house-”

“I wasn’t!” Peter shouted, then looked back at the door to see if his aunt heard him.

You nodded, thinking of other things. “Plus, you never speak about the internship, even though it was what you did most of the time.”

Peter hung his head down, now feeling bad about not telling you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just couldn’t let people know who I am and then if they saw Spiderman coming into your house-the-they might start targeting you-an-and you might get hurt. I-I couldn’t live with myself if that happened to you be-because of me.”

You nodded, the seriousness of the situation hitting you suddenly. But in real life, it hit Peter. Well, you hit Peter.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME? BAD GUYS TARGETTING ME IS BAD AS IT IS, BUT THEM TRYING TO KILL YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE ASKED ME FOR HELP! I SWEAR TO GOD PETER PARKER, YOU WOULD WISH THAT THE BAD GUYS HURT YOU AFTER WHAT I DO TO YOU!” you walked closer threateningly. Peter’s eyes widened. No matter who he went against, even if it was Captain America, no one would be more frightening than you when you were mad.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, Peter mumbled, moving back further. He didn’t even realize that he was halfway up the wall at this point, his face touching the ceiling.

“Get down here Parker!”

“Okay”, Peter squeaked, jumping down with impressive skills. “I’m s-” He went to apologize again but was cut off by you.

“Come here”, you said softly, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, feeling his warm skin touch yours.

“Oh, this is nice”, he mumbled, hugging you back.

“You know how I would feel if someone came and told me my best friend died because of saving a city? Do you know how much I would stress out each night about you being Spiderman and fighting people twice or thrice your age?”

“Yeah”, Peter whispered against your skin, lips tickling your neck. “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

You sighed softly. “But do you know how much it would hurt to know that you got hurt when I couldn’t help you? Just because I didn’t know that you were Spiderman?”

Peter stayed quiet, but his grip on you tensed up, clutching you tightened.

You pulled back, looking him in his chocolate eyes. “Please don’t keep things to yourself. Not with pressure like this. I know the Hulk or Iron Man might be there to help you, but tell me you’re alright. Just every now and then?” By this time, you could feel your throat closing, as you can feel tears prickling the sides of your eyes. Peter nodded, pulling you back in his embrace.

“I will. Plus, who will you come to to get Physics answers if I die?”

“Shut up!”, you laughed, leaving the hug but keeping your arm around his shoulder.

“So Mr Spiderman, how do you stick to buildings? And shoot webs? Do you make webs? Oh my god, are you part spider? Do you grow legs when you are outside fighting crime?”

Peter looked confused, listening to you babble on and on, but then chuckled. “With my suit that Mr Stark made. I make my webs. No I’m not part spider and of course not!”

“Wait, can I see the webs?”, you asked, curiosity blooming in your chest.

Peter shrugged. “Sure” Going over to his desk drawer, he opened it, pulling out a couple fancy technology gadgets. “Here, just press on this button.”

Gingerly taking it from him, you touched the button, not expecting such a light, featherlike touch to make it go on. Suddenly, a white stringy web hit Peter’s hand, jerking him towards you.

“Woah!”, he exclaimed as he banged into you.

“I’m sorry!”

“No probl-” he began, as he pushed himself off you, but one part stuck. His right hand was situated right on your chest, stuck with his web.

“Peter! Get your hand off!”

His mouth opened and closed, looking like a fish. “Uh-I’m sorry, you just- I grabbed onto the first thing, I mean, I didn’t try and grab your boob, oh god- I just-here let me-damn it, two hours.”

“What are you talking about? What’s two hours?” You asked, trying to concentrate on anything but Peter’s calloused hand on your thin shirt.

“Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this but uh-”, Peter looked incredulously at, his hand, quickly glancing at the ceiling. “The web takes two hours to dissolve. And I just ran out of web dissolver…The only one left is on the roof”

“Seriusly? Pete! You can’t...- your hand is on my boob!”

“I’m sorry, I promise, I can’t feel anything. Well, no, I can feel something, but that’s not what I meant! Um-”

You sighed, looking up to see Peter’s face close to your’s. “You’re Spiderman! Just pull your hand off or something?”

“Uh-ye-yeah sure”, he said hesitantly. Giving a couple small tugs, nothing came off, but then he got annoyed, and yanked his hand back.

Not the best decision.

Instead of his hand coming off the shirt, the shirt came with him, tearing off your body. Gasping, you threw your hand to your chest, covering yourself up. “Peter!”

“Oh god, oh my god!” Peter blushed hard, the pink going all the way across his body as he looked at the cut up cloth in his palm. As you tried to find something to cover yourself up with, Peter’s ears twitched.

“Shit!”, he whispered, running over to me. “May is coming here!”

“How the heck can you hear that?”

“Super-hearing…”

“Of course”

“Y/N! May can’t know I’m spiderman! She won’t allow me to do these things otherwise…”

You stuttered, looking around the room. “Quick! Hide the suit.”

Running over to his mask, you grabbed it, throwing it under the bed, while he jumped up and hid his suit in the small slot on the roof. Hearing her footsteps now, you ran over to Peter’s hoodie, but it was too late.

May opened the door. “Hey guys, you want some Indian for dinne- What are you doing!?”

You couldn’t blame her. It looked bad. Peter without any clothes but his boxers on, and your shirt torn open, revealing your red, lacy bra underneath.

“We-we aren’t doing- any-anything May!”, you half yelled, embarrassment flooding your body.

“Yeah, no, we are not- she doesn’t-uh”, Peter said, looking at my torn shirt as he quickly pushed me behind him, not wanting to show his aunt what I wa wearing.

“Um, okay. Kids, I don’t know what’s happening, but just, uh, use protection and don’t be too loud-”

“MAY!” Peter said, hands covering his face. “We aren’t doing anything!”

“Uh huh. Sure….”, she said. “With how much you talk about how beautiful Y/N is, I can’t believe it took this long for you to tell her. But maybe don’t sleep on the first date? I mean, I know you are 19, and it’s your decision.. ”

“NO MAY!” Peter said, glancing back at me, cheeks flooded with pink.

“Also, perhaps lend Y/N your shirt or something. Considering you ruined hers? And wear some clothes when you get out.”

With that, she left the room, winking at me and mouthing to Peter, “It’s under the bathroom sink…”

Peter groaned, falling on his bead, head still in his arms. “I’m so sorry for May! I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to- your shirt-”

You laughed, pulling Peter’s midtown hoodie over your ripped shirt. “It’s honestly fine Pete. Let’s go eat some food. And maybe after that, you can ask me out on that date you’ve been meaning to do?”

Smirking slightly, you walked out of the room, kissing Peter on the cheek and taking pride in leaving him behind in his room, stuttering a nervous “Yes”.

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[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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[supercherrydraws]

It was a calm day, the whole house was in silence. The only thing you could hear was the sound of a pencil drawing on a paper. Edd and Tord were drawing together on the living room, just some stupid doodles to wast some time together.

- Okay, so…now we draw something special to us. It can be anything-

Edd said, starting to draw, not seeing the funny face Tord made, thinking that this theme was childish. Tom laughed quietly, reading his book on the sofa, resting his legs on Tord’s shoulders, who was sitting on the flour.

- What are you drawing? I can’t see-

Tom asked, receiving a “good” from the other man, who just hid it more. Tom just hit him and rested his back on the couch again, reading his book silently.

- Okay! I’m done! Did you finished?-

Asked Edd, showing his drawing to the other. In some way, Tord was flustered, like he didn’t want someone to see what he drew. Edd laughed and took the paper from Tord’s hands, mocking him.

- Come on Tord, stop being such a kid, it's just a drawing. Let me see, there is a gun, another gun, bacon, a piano, a strange hat, a hentai magazine, of course… oh! Is this a picture of us? Awwwwn, how cute!-

Tom started to pay attention to what the other was saying, caressing Tord’s hair while he was burning in shame.

- Edd haha give it back to him, look at his face, it’s all red-

Now he had two people mocking him, great. All Tord hoped was that Edd didn’t want to show it to Tom…too bad that Edd was in a bad boy mood this day.

- Awwnn Tord, what a romantic boy you are, Tom, I think you will like this one~-

Tord widened his eyes, grabbing Edd’s arm, bringing it to him. He had a strong grip, not enough to hurt the man, but enough to scare him a bit.

- Don't you dare…-

The green hoodie man dropped the paper and Tord held it, releasing the man. Edd was a bit terrified, knowing that Tord is a leader, he shouldn’t have teased him with something like this, especially because Tord had anger issues. But all just changed so fast, in seconds he was normal, holding Tom’s legs on his shoulders and with the other hand, he catched Edd’s drawing.

- My turn, let’s see what you drew…hmm, Ringo, a can of cola, really unexpected haha, a pencil, a picture of us, youtube icon, bacon…really nice Edd, I like it-

He returned the paper and held his pencil, ready for the next theme. Edd looked at Tom and smiled, recovering from the scare. They started to draw plants calmly, like nothing happened. While Tord was too focused on the new drawing, the other paper was forgotten, it would be the easiest thing to catch it.

(Tord’s drawings)

Even knowing that if Tord catches him on act he would be in troubles, he really wanted to know what was so important that he couldn’t see. Carefully and quietly, he tried to reach the paper without calling too much attention. With great difficulty he made it, analyzing the drawings carefully. A piano, two guns, bacon, a hentai magazine, a strange hat and…Tom?

- You drew me? I’m that important to you to draw me?-

Tom let it out for accident, calling the boys attention. Tord super angry and Edd super worried. When Tord was about to reach the paper and yell at him, Tom smiled a bit and asked:

- Can I keep it? I liked, it really looks like me haha, you even drew the piercings! I wish I could draw like that-

Tord stoped and smiled embarrassed, scratching the back of his head.

- Of course you can, if you really liked-

Tom smiled and thanked, bending the paper and tucked on his hoodie pocked.

After that day, Tom always finds “anonymous” drawings on his room.

#tord ew #tom ew #eddsworld #tomtord #tordtom #fanfic #writing

[vanillann]

5 star conversation (reggie peters x reader)

I SAW THIS REQUEST AND SCREAMED I WAS SO EXCITED!!

word count: 4.9k (i can’t believe i wrote that much omg)

5 star conversation masterlist

place one: a 1 star motel

“I can’t believe this!”

Julie and I gave each other warnings look as he leaned against each other. That was Flynn’s “Something is going wrong and it’s the other person's fault” yell, and with how stressful the bus ride was I could tell this was worse.

“What’s wrong?” Reggie leaned over in his chair, his hood covering his face as we hid from camera flashes in the corner of the fancy hotel.

Julie shrugged, looking back to her phone and the Instagram edits of the band she had been tagged in.

“Guys, guys,” Alex did a awkward jog as he came back from the bathroom, the iconic pink hoodie pulled over his head and the front of his baseball hat sticking out.

“What?”

“I don’t think we have rooms,” Alex fell back beside Luke, his anxiety radiating from one person to another.

“Huh?”

We’ve had the tour planned out for months, each state planned and perfectly laid out for the perfect amount of work and play. There wasn’t a chance that we didn’t have the room for tonight, impossible.

“Flynn is too smart for that,” I leaned back, ignoring the way Reggie still leaned forward while his elbows on his knees watching me. It was weird, I knew it was Reggie but the way he sat and the fact I couldn’t see his face made it feel like a different person.

“(Y/N) right, Flynn way to put together for that,” Julie brushed off, hitting my shoulder to show me the edit she had found. It was of Reggie and I from a few shows ago, Flynn had been taking videos to help keep the fan active on us and she caught a video of Reggie and I fake rocking out on the empty stage.

It moved from that to a picture of Reggie and me in the costume store for the Halloween show, little fairy-like hearts floating around us. I smiled at the thought, grabbing Julie’s phone and sending the edit to me.

“Well, we don’t have rooms,” Flynn walked back, not giving any warning as she collapsed on top of Julie and I.

“I told you!”

Alex stood up, pointing his finger between Julie and I, a little smirk forming before he realized the weight of the words.

“What happened?”

“They didn’t tell me that rooms held for over 2 months have to be reinstated two week before or they cancel it,” Flynn didn’t move, laying over Julie and I with a broken spirit.

“I was looking forward to sleeping in a room, those bed’s on the bus suck,” Luke crossed his arms and pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.

“I don’t mind them,” Reggie smiled, bouncing in his seat slightly.

“It’s because you’d never fallen off the top,” Alex bit back, still mad about the sharp turns that have sent him flying the last few nights.

Flynn finally moved off Julie and I, saying nothing as she typed away on her phone. She walked away without another word, looking us back in the corner with hoods up.

I played with the sleeves of my own hoodie that had the new Julie and the Pathoms merch sketch.

“Oh look at this one!”

Julie showed me her phone again, this time a thirst trap edit. Her excitement bought the boys attention to us, all moving to look over my shoulder at the edit.

It started with a few of Julie with her amazing stage gear and a few photos from her instagram, neon letters over her head read “The Singer''. Then jumped to the few videos and pictures of Flynn that Julie and I would post behind her back, this time the neon letters read “The Manager''. Next was my face, bright smiles and a few of me backstage with an old Sunset Curve tee and sweat rolling down my back, the words said “The Designer ''.

I read the caption, smiling at “They carry the band” and laughing as the guys talked about the story behind each photo.

“I took the one of you in my old shirt,” Reggie smiled, staying beside me with his arm around the back of my seat. I did my best to ignore the butterflies, which became easy when Flynn came back with a smile.

“I found a motel across the street that will take us,” she spoke with pride, rightfully so as she saved us from another night on that bus.

“Oh I love you,” Alex jumped up, his arms wrapping around Flynn in a heartbeat. Julie smiled, standing up and putting the phone in the pocket of her hoodie.

“Come on, up,” Reggie jumped up, holding a hand up from me as I had started to slip down in my seat. I smiled, taking his cold hands and standing completely up with a smile.

“Thank you Reginald,” I winked, following the others as we made our way to the front of the hotel. I could already hear the crowd waiting for us, their cameras probably at the ready to take some pictures of the uprising band.

“Hoods up soldiers,” Luke announced, keeping Julie close as they were already openly in a relationship so nothing too bad could be made out of them. Alex stood in front of me, Flynn close behind as Reggie was an inch behind me.

I said nothing when I felt a small hand on my back, too caught up in the loud voices and the calling of our names.

“(Y/N)! Is it true you are jealous of the band!”

“(Y/N), Did you sleep with lead singer Luke even with him dating Julie?”

“Are the rumors of Reggie and you true?”

I was thankful we had made it cross the sidewalk when a large bus cut them all off, giving up enough time to make it to the motel without a problem. I was thankful once we made it inside but not for long as I took the place in.

The plants in the corner were dead, the desk was dusty and the couches looked to be from the 1800′s, not the good kind.

“How many stars does this place have?”

“Uhm, 4?” Flynn voiced jumped up, saying nothing to us as she walked up and dinged the bell on the front desk. I rolled my eyes, pulling out my phone and opening it to Google.

“What are you goggling?”

“Google, and this motel,” I corrected Reggie, doing a quick search of my location and found the name of the rusty place. When I saw the rating I almost screamed.

“This place just barely has one star!”

“What,” Luke ran from the random statue he was messing with to my side, tugging the phone so he could read the reviews.

“Apparently they had a rat in a bed once,” I spoke, reading over the words in horror.

“Nope, I’ll stay on the bus,” Alex let his hands fall to his side, walking back to the door before he noticed that the camera flashes had almost doubled and no way he could make it out without a panic attack.

“Evening.”

When I heard the vile voice I jumped into Reggie's side without thinking, looking up at the older man who was looking Flynn up and down like meat.

“I need six room,” Flynn didn’t waste time, holding the credit card in between her fingers as she did her best not to be a coward.

“He looks like the witch from Hansel and Gretel,” I whispered into Reggie’s ear, ignoring the way his arm seemed to drift to my waist.

“I don’t know how that is but I agree.”

“We only have only three rooms, little lady,” the man spoke, reaching for the credit card before Flynn moved it out of reach.

“You told me on the found you had six,” Flynn bit back, I admired her confidence in this moment as everyone was slowly losing there the longer we stood in this lobby.

“The paparazzi will have fun with this,” Julie reached my side, looking over her shoulder and the few shots they could get through the windows of the dusty place.

“Got that right.”

“Fine, will bunk up,” Flynn gave up with the man, it wasn’t any use and we were all tired of setting up the stage and soundcheck today. I had spent hours hunched over the computer trying to get the mercy drop reaching tomorrow morning, my back sore and my head hurting.

The man passed Flynn the keys, after she watched him closely to make sure he didn’t charge us extra. She walked over to us, obviously annoyed but calming down the closer she got to us, she knew how to manage her anger until it was only Julie and I around.

“Julie and I will take one room, Alex and (Y/N) will take another-'' I smiled as Alex was my go-to room partner.

“-And Luke and Reggie got the last,” Flynn started handing out keys when Luke started to pout.

“Last time I slept in the same room as Reggie he talked the entire night,” Luke pointed at Reggie, causing the boy beside me to frown.

“You sleep talk? I’ve never heard it,” I shrugged and looked at Luke who was confident that “Reggie sleep talks”.

“Why can’t I take Alex and (Y/N) take Reggie?”

This felt so out of character for Luke, he never missed an opportunity to hang out with Reggie, they always bunked together. It was weird how everyone agreed, which felt even more out of character.

“Okay it’s settled,” I wanted to say something, as a night in a room alone with Reggie would be horrible for my crush, but I didn’t want Reggie to think nobody wanted to bunk with him.

Reggie shrugged, taking our key from Flynn and grabbing my go-bag I’d set on the ground of the dirty motel.

“I’ll get our bags, I know you’ll sit with Fylnn and Julie before you come up,” he didn’t sound mad or upset, he was smiling widely as he skipped to the elevator before stopping halfway through and going to the stairs instead.

“What a gentleman,” Luke winked at me, smirking between the group as if he had done something.

That’s when it hit me, he had done something.

“Oh, you liar,” I pointed my finger at Luke’s chest, my pout similar to his earlier as I looked up to someone I called a close friend, basically family.

“I did nothing of the sort, he did talk all night last time we bunked together but it was because we decided we wanted to pull an all-nighter,” Luke shrugged, looking at the other three in the loony, all smiling at me.

“You’re all vile people,” I spoke, looking to Alex who wanted to laugh so bad by the look on his face.

“And you, why would you do this to me?”

“Because I’m so tired of Reggie and you dancing around each other,” Alex gave me a stern look, making me deflate slightly but that didn’t stop me.

“We do not,” the group finally started to move again, since Reggie would already be in the room and we didn’t want him suspicious.

“Oh no, you’re the liar now,” Luke sang over my shoulder, grabbing his and Julie’s bag, Alex getting him and reaching for Flynn bag who insisted she had it.

“His hands were all over you this morning on the bus,” Julie jumped in, grabbing my shoulders and leading me through the stairway.

“He was teaching me how to play bass,” I crossed my arm, knowing this conversation wasn’t going anywhere.

“Reggie never lets anyone touch his bass!”

I rolled my eyes, they were all insane at this point.

“The reason there are so many ship edits of you guys is that you give them so much to work with,” Flynn said from the front of the group, a kick in her step about the entire idea.

“It’s because fans are crazy,” we had finally made it to the third floor, opening the door and all walking into the smelly hallways.

“It smells like a pack of cigarettes,” I almost coughed as I spoke, watching Reggie’s back open the door and slide into our room.

“You coming to sit with us?”

“No, I’m mad at you all,” I frown, but none of my friends worried as I’d forgive in the morning because they were impossible to stay mad at.

“Suit yourself, also he didn’t have any two bedrooms so have fun sharing a bed,” Flynn gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and skipped to her and Julie’s room.

“I’ll kill you,” I yelled at Flynn as she walked into her room, Julie giving a sweet waver over her shoulder.

“I wonder if they have a mini-fridge,” Luke spoke, opening the door as the two boys gave me an exciting wave as if they weren’t making my life harder.

“(Y/N)? Why are you yelling?”

I looked down a door or two to see Reggie leaning against the doorframe of our room with a white tee and black and red plaid pajama pants.

He was going to be the death of me.

“Uhm, Fylnn told me they didn’t have a breakfast bar,” I did my best to lie, smiling as I made my way to the door Reggie leaned against, his little smile made me feel light and fluffy.

“I’ll get us one of the Ubers to take us to that little diner on the corner,” Reggie smiled, not moving from the doorframe once I reached it.

I didn’t want to slide past him but I did, doing my best not to come in contact with him as that may just make it worse but luckily he moved back so that didn’t happen.

“Thank god, I like the layout of it.”

I saw the single Queen bed in the center of my room and my heart broke as I thought about Fylnn’s words, she wasn’t just trying to get under my skin.

“Yeah, I know you love dinners that look like they are from the 50s.”

My heart shouldn’t have been on fire because of his words but it 100% was. He remembered those little quirks and it started to make me feel light-headed.

“Yeah they’re my favorite,” I smiled over my shoulder, reaching for my bag I had packed for the night in the motel, luckily bought my sleep stuff and asleep attire.

“There was one by my house back in the 90s, it was right out of that movie you had me watched,” Reggie fell back on the left side, leaving the right side open for me.

He knew what freaking side of the bed I slept on, I was going to combust.

“Grease,” I ignored the way his arms bulged as he laid them behind his hand, looking up at me as I looked through my bag for a few more things.

“Yeah that one, I think I should do my hair like David-“

“Danny,” I corrected as I made my way to the bathroom, leaving the door cracked so I could keep the conversation but still closed enough so I wasn’t worried about Reggie seeing me.

“Oh yeah, I should do my hair like him.” I smiled to myself, imagining Reggie dancing around as a Danny from Grease, the excitement he would have.

I tried not to think about how hot he’d look with his hair slick back.

“Do it for Halloween next year,” I spoke up, splashing water on my face to make me feel a little calmer.

“But I thought we would do a matching costume?”

I was going to scream and cry if he didn’t stop acting like the perfect boy. How do you lie because Reggie Freaking Peters and not fall in love with him?

“You could be Sandy!”

I felt myself smile again, looking down at the short and long shirt I had stolen from Alex that sat on top of the toilet.

“You can have red lipstick and those leather pants,” he sounded like a child that was just given candy, he was jumping just at the thought of the costume together.

“The fans would love it,” maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring them up, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.

“They would! They’d probably talk about how cool you look for months,” I finally got the shirt over my head, looking at myself in the mirror, my nerves calming the longer the conversation went on.

Reggie wouldn’t make this awkward on purpose, I knew that.

“Yeah, but they’d like us matching. They wouldn’t let the dating rumor die though”, I stepped out from the bathroom, careful not to hit the creaking floorboard I found earlier.

“Oh, I didn’t think about that,” I watched his face fall and maybe my heart broke a little, but it was probably better. If it didn’t I would have possibly let this crush grow more and more and I didn’t need that.

“Eh, I don’t really care what the fans think.”

Heart please don’t explode, you have a merch drop tomorrow.

“Must be nice,” I fell back on the bed, laying the same way as Reggie as we looked at the ceiling that could probably fall in any second now.

“Why do you care?”

I watched him flip on his stomach out of the corner of my eye, him watching me but my eyes didn’t leave the ceiling.

“They just like making rumors with people that aren’t in the band sometimes more than the ones in the band. You four are more open than Flynn and I so they can only make so many rumors, but Flynn and I,” I trailed off, not knowing if he wanted this conversation to get too emotional.

“Yeah I noticed that, I mean you're cheating with Luke!”

I laughed at this tone, that definitely was a real crazy one that just started.

“I literally hit him in the head with the mic stand yesterday and kept walking and people think we’re dating”, I laugh at the afterthought, Luke's face when the mic stand went by his face. He was fine, but I didn’t have time to help him up and he understood that.

“That was great to watch, I haven’t seen Luke that confused since we landed here,” I spotted his show stopping smile in the corner of my eye.

“He’s a mess that’s why.”

“All three of us are a mess, without you, Julie, and Flynn we would be dead.”

“You’re already dead,” I tried to keep a straight face but as soon as I looked at Reggie my giggles filled the room, a hand on my stomach as I rolled over slightly.

“You’re horrible! You’re laughing at my death!”

I kept laughing, looking over at him a few times but it only caused me to laugh harder.

“I can’t believe I was excited to have a sleepover with you,” he had a goofy smile on his face as he watched me roll around.

“You 're excited,” I was finally calming down, trying to blame my racing heart on laughing.

“Yeah!”

He was so confident in his answer it felt like he meant it, like he wasn’t just being nice or just happy to be close with his friend.

Reggie liked being with people, he was a people person, and I was a person.

“I was excited too.”

Wow (Y/N) don’t you love your loud mouth.

He looked around my face, his eyes tracing my features with a smile painted across his face. I was shocked someone could be so happy like looked at me, but he did and it felt nice.

It was creepy or uncomfortable, nothing with Reggie ever was. He made everything feel easy, and maybe that’s why he has plagued my thoughts for so long.

“We should head to bed,” I could speak above a whisper with the way he was looking at me, the way his eyes traced my nose and my eyes.

“Yeah.”

We didn’t move, just watching each other as if it was supposed to be sleep for us. I wasn’t tired watching him like this, how could I be tired when he made me feel more alive than ever.

The loud knock on the door brought me out of my trace, my fear of what could be at the door had me moving closer to Reggie without thinking.

I felt the side of the move, Reggie slowly walking to the moldy wooden door with the small peep hole, or more like someone put a nail though and took it out.

He looked through it, reading to each for the candlestick before he rolled his eyes and swung open the door. Alex stood with an awkward smile, doing an odd dance before smiling at Reggie and I.

“Alex?”

“Can I use your bathroom?” I finally realized why he was dancing and smiled to himself.

“Sure but why?”

As soon as he heard my yes he pushed past Reggie, running into the thin wall bathroom without an answer until I heard him yell “Yes!”

“Our bathroom had some weird bug in the toilet and Julie and Flynn’s bathroom was connected to some weird old dude who fell asleep on the toilet,” Alex responded through the door, the excitement obviously in his voice.

“Looks like I got the good room,” Reggie smiled but I was hoping Alex would catch on to my comment and by the way he laughed I think he did.

“Shut up (Y/N)!”

Reggie knocked on the door jokingly as he passed, making his way back to the other side of the bed.

“How did Julie and Flynn get a conjoining room?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to,” Alex yelled back, the sound of running water confirmed he was now washing his hands.

“You don’t have paper towels,” Alex opens the door, holding his hands in front of him as he looks like a kicked puppy.

“Use your shirt,” Reggie nodded at him, both him and I on our side as we watched Alex.

“It’s not mine! It’s Willie’s.”

“We won’t tell if you don’t,” I smiled back, giving Alex a wink.

“I accidentally told him,” Alex muttered as he started walking to the door, waving back at us and he left to go back to his own room.

As soon as the door shut I let myself laugh a little at my close friend, slowly reaching for the lamp and lifting the covers up. I could feel Reggie doing the same as the cold air hitting my skin when it moved and disappearing once it fell.

“Must I say, this motel isn’t that bad.”

I turned to look back at Reggie, the only reason I could see his face was because of the city lights from the window that danced across his face.

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong, this place breaks every violation ever, but I think places like this bring out the best stories,” Reggie moved to look at me, his nose close to my own and he smiled at me.

I smiled, it was truly the Reggie-ish thing I had ever heard.

“I believe that,” I spoke softly, watching him again but this time the tension was thick, it felt so much calmer.

“Julie and Flynn will never forget the creepy guy, Alex and Luke will laugh about Alex blatter, and I’ll never forget the best sleepover ever,” each word brought a little larger smile on his face, my heart racing again at his words.

“I mean that much to you?” I said the words jokingly, placing a hand over my heart as I spoke but Reggie took it differently.

“Most definitely,” his words are soft, making my eyes grow tired as his breath fan across my face.

He was watching me again, this time he looked like an angel with the way the city light bounced off his cheeks and bought out his pink lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” his face looked like it was moving closer to me but I knew better than to think that, but that didn’t crush that little hope in the back of my head.

“If you were there in the 90s, I’d probably still be alive,” eye contact was made and I thought I would jump him there.

“I wasn’t alive then.”

“I know, but you’re alive now and I feel alive,” Reggie shrugged as if his words didn’t mean everything to me.

Like he didn’t mean everything to me. I felt myself break eye contact, smiling like a fool as I looked to the tv that was barely hanging on the wall.

“You’re cold,” I spoke softly, because what else was I supposed to say?

“You’re warm,” as he spoke he grew closer to me, resting his head near my collarbone as he waited for me to speak but it never came.

“Can I lay my head on your shoulder?”

“Most definitely,” I repeated his rooms from earlier, smiling when I felt his hair brush my cheek and he drew close to me.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” he spoke softly, his words causing shivers to run up and down my spine like a track race.

“Goodnight Reggie.”

A loud bang on the door woke me up, causing me to almost fall from the bed if the hand that grabbed my shirt wasn't a tiger. His arms weren’t around me, simply holding me closer by my shirt, his head still on my shoulder as my head laid on his.

“Flynn has coffee!” Julie’s voice was joyus, making a smile spread across my lips. My friends knew me so well, my hands gently pulling Reggie’s fist from my shirt. I carefully pulled myself from the bed, tip-toeing across the room to the door. I didn’t even need to look through the peephole to know who was on the other side.

“Did you get a cup for your neighbor?”

Flynn smiled, dropped, and the coffee she held out to me was brought closer to her chest.

“And to think I gave you a kiss yesterday,” I rolled my eyes, reaching out for the coffee that was easy to pull from her hands.

“Luke and Alex are stealing breakfast from the hotel we were supposed to be staying at,” Julie brushed past me, stopping in her tracks when she noticed Reggie's sleeping body, obviously splashing on both sides of the bed.

“How are they doing that?”

“I don't wanna know, but I do wanna know what happened here last night,” Julie  spun around, pointing at Reggie over her shoulder.

“We talked and went to bed,” I shrugged, doing my best to keep my voice down but it wouldn’t change anything, Reggie was a heavy sleeper.

“I thought you would make a plate on the floor or something,” Flynn spoke as she joined us in the room, slowly walking to Reggie and inspecting him.

“That felt rude,” I sipped on the coffee, smiling when I realized Julie and Flynn got my order right.

“Or,” Julie turned around, poking my side with a goofy smile. I rolled my eyes, my excitement from last night and the presents of my friends was sending me through the roof and I don’t think I could handle it much longer.

“Guys!”

I looked down the hall, smiling when I saw Alex and Luke breathing heavily with large bags of hopeful food in their hands.

“Is that from the hotel?”

“Of course,” Luke smiled as he slipped into the room, handing me one of the bags so I could place it on the small table in the motel.

“We got chased out but we did it!”

I laughed at Alex's face, the anxiety was obvious but the smile told me he was fine and there wasn’t much to worry about.

“Well well well,” Luke walked around the bed, smiling at Reggie’s sleeping form.

“Don’t say a word,” I opened one of the bags and pulled a small piece of pancake off, and threw it in the air, catching it in my mouth easily. Perks of being friends with Luke, he teaches great party tricks.

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” Luke came over to my side, waving Julie over to show me something on her phone. I looked over my shoulder, watching a new edit that was posted maybe an hour ago.

“Reggie and (Y/N) were seen awfully close leaving their hotel last night,” the E! News reporter said, the edit jumping to a meme I had seen of a dude crying. Next thing I knew pictures from last night flash across the screen, Reggie’s hand on my lower back. The edit jumped to other pictures of us joking around followed.

I smiled, turning back to the bag and pulling another piece of pancake out.

“Awh look at that,” Flynn pitched my cheeks, smiling at my as I laughed it off. Butterflies were flying through my stomach but I didn my best to hide it.

“What?”

Everyone turned to Reggie once sleeping form, his eyes scanning the room before he fell back to the bed.

“Did anyone knock?”

“We did,” Julie smiled, flopping on the bed so her head laid on his legs.

“I wasn’t informed,” Reggie sat up, looking at me with a grumpy frown. I shrugged, taking another bite of pancake while smiling at him.

“What? You wanted me to wake you?”

“Most definitely,” Reggie smiled, the conversation from last night still floating around his brain.

I nodded, looking down at my hands and thought back to the late night we had with nothing but calming security.

He was right, crappy motels brought the best memories out in people.



#reggie x y/n #reggie peters x reader #japt reggie #reggie peters #reggie tag #julie and the phantoms x reader #jatp x reader

[cali-holland]

Worst Kept Secret- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader

Prompt: Sam gave Tom one job, but Harry and Harrison’s gossip leads to the worst kept secret and the biggest miscommunication in history...

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Based on: “The Ring” from Last Man Standing (absolutely iconic episode)

a/n: sam’s girlfriend’s name is el right? tbh i don’t keep up with sam’s relationship because privacy

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Pic is not mine*

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“Okay, what’s wrong?” Tom asked as he sat down across from Sam in the corner of the coffee shop. It wasn’t often that Sam asked to meet with Tom alone; in fact, it had never happened before, and, needless to say, the older boy was concerned.

“Why does something have to be wrong?” Sam rebutted, but he knew there was no hiding his nervousness from his brother. Tom didn’t even need to say anything before he continued, fidgeting with the plastic cup, “I, um, well, I want to ask El to marry me.”

“Really?” Tom’s eyebrows raised in excitement. He smiled proudly at his younger brother, “That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.”

“The thing is,” He paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small ring box. He opened it up, showing Tom the extravagant diamond ring, nestled in the middle. “I haven’t asked permission yet.”

“You mean you got a ring and you haven’t even-“

“No, I haven’t. I’m going to talk to her dad this afternoon, but I just- can you hold onto it for me? I feel like El will find it.” Sam closed the box and extended it out to Tom, who carefully slipped it into his pocket.

“Have you told Harry and Paddy yet? They’ll be thrilled. I bet mum and dad were so happy when you told them.” Tom said, his smile growing wider at the thought of his family cheering on Sam’s big announcement.

“I haven’t told anyone yet. I wanted to get her dad’s permission first and then propose. I don’t want anyone else to know because what if she doesn’t say yes? We’re only 21, but-“

“Hey, she’s going to say yes.” He cut off his younger brother’s rambling, his eyes full of reassurance, “El loves you, she’d be crazy not to say yes.”

“Thanks, I just- I’m so nervous over it all.” Sam paused, running a worried hand through his hair, “Have you and Y/N talked about it at all?”

“A little.” Tom shrugged slightly. You two had been together for over two years now and you had been living with Tom (and your brother Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine) for the past several months, but the topic of marriage wasn’t something that was brought up. Tom knew you were his future, you were all he ever wanted; the thought of actually proposing had just never crossed his mind.

“Y/N can’t know about this either.”

“Of course.” He nodded, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

And Tom fully intended on keeping that promise. He kept the ring box hidden in his jeans drawer because that was the one drawer that he knew you didn’t even bother looking in. Since you lived together, you both had a “what’s mine is yours” mentality, especially when it came to Tom’s clothes. He didn’t mind that you’d wear his shirts, his hoodies, his sweats or even his underwear sometimes as pajama pants- he loved it when you wore his clothes. But you didn’t wear his jeans, so that made it the safest place to hide the ring.

Or so he thought. 

Harry was missing his favorite pair of jeans, and he knew that they had just been through the wash. He also knew that Tom had a bad habit of accidentally taking his brother’s clothes.

“Where are they?” Harry grumbled, digging through Tom’s jeans drawer. He knew you and Tom were out to pick up lunch for everyone, so it was perfect timing for him to scavenge through his brother’s room- as siblings do. He smiled triumphantly as he pulled his pair of jeans from the drawer. Just as he was about to shut it, a little box caught his eye. Curious, Harry picked up the box and shook it a little. When no sound came from the velvet box, he opened it up, just to drop it in surprise.

“Holy shit.” He picked up the ring box again and examined the diamond ring. His heart was racing; he couldn’t believe that Tom was going to propose. He wondered why his older brother hadn’t said anything about it. If Tom didn’t even tell Harry, did he tell Harrison? Was your brother aware of Tom’s plan? He heard the familiar sound of Tom’s car pulling into the driveway and Harry quickly hid the box under the jeans and closed the drawer. Grabbing his pair of jeans, he rushed out of the bedroom and into his room.

“Harry, lunch!” Tom called out for his brother from the kitchen. You sat down comfortably in Tom’s lap at the dining room table, and he gave you a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. Harrison fake gagged, sitting across from you two.

“You’re just jealous.” You teased your brother, throwing a small french fry at him. Tuwaine scooted away from Harrison, not wanting to get caught in a food fight between siblings as he continued to eat his lunch.

“No, it’s gross.” Harrison said, eating the fry before taking a massive bite out of the hamburger.

“Yeah, sure this is gross.” You jokingly rolled your eyes at him before biting into your own burger. Tom rested one hand on your hip, eating his lunch with rather large bites just as well. When Harry came downstairs, all he could think about was the ring box hiding upstairs. Seeing you and Tom cuddled up, sharing your food with each other, he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him. You made Tom so happy, and Harry was happy at the thought of you becoming an official Holland.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later when you and Tom left to take Tessa on a walk that Harry worked up the courage to bring it up to Harrison. He was certain that Tom would ask for your brother’s permission before buying a ring, but he was so wrong.

“He what?” Harrison asked, eyes wide. Tuwaine let out a laugh at his best friend’s reaction to Harry’s words.

“He bought a ring. I thought he would’ve said something to you.” Harry said, his eyebrows furrowed. He couldn’t tell how his friend was feeling; was Harrison upset? Angry? Frustrated? Did he not want to give Tom permission to marry you? The main question resting on Harry’s mind was why would Tom keep this such a big secret- you all live together?

“No, Tom didn’t tell me he bought a ring.” Your brother replied. He looked over at Tuwaine, who just shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn’t know he got one either.” He admitted.

“Look, at it this way, you’ll be our brother officially now.” Harry offered with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension.

“I’m not mad.” Harrison said, running a hand through his blond hair, “I just didn’t expect it. I mean Tom asked me for permission before he asked Y/N out and he made sure I was okay with her moving in. He’s always asked me before doing anything. It’s just weird that he wouldn’t tell me that he bought a ring.”

“It’s a big step, maybe he’s just nervous and wants to wait to announce it to everyone?” Tuwaine suggested.

“Ah, shit.” He sighed, a new thought crossing his mind, “Tom’s taking Y/N out tomorrow night to that really nice restaurant- the one they went to on their first date. He was just telling me about it.”

“He’s really proposing then.” Harry breathed out, a smile appearing on his face. His brother was going to propose to you tomorrow.

“I thought it was because she just got a promotion at work, but guess he’s got other intentions.”

The conversation was cut short as the front door opened and laughter from you and Tom filled the air. Tessa came bounding into the living room, happily seeking pets from Harry.

“Look what we got!” You smiled, proudly, holding up a plastic bag from a store.

“That new candy store down the street finally opened.” Tom said eagerly as you dumped the contents of the bag on the coffee table.

“Ring pops are still a thing?” Harrison asked with a laugh when he noticed the disproportionate amount of ring pops compared to other candy. “You used to eat these all the time.”

“‘Cause they’re good!” You replied, grabbing one of them. The boys helped themselves to candy as you enjoyed your ring pop. You slipped the ring pop on your left ring finger, seeing as that was the only finger that was suitable for the plastic band. You didn’t notice how that simple action was spotted by both Harry and Harrison.

The next day, Tom went out on his morning jog (which he wouldn’t tell anyone that really it was giving Sam the ring back) as you made breakfast for the household in the kitchen. Harrison was abnormally silent when he came into the kitchen. Usually, he’d talk to you about everything and anything while you made food and he drank some tea, but today, something was off.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, looking up from the sausage on the stove over to your brother sitting at the island, hunched over a steaming mug.

“Just thinking.” He shrugged lightly. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, yet another dead giveaway to you that something was up with your brother.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything.” You said softly.

“Tom’s gonna propose.” He blurted out. Your jaw dropped at his words, unsure how to process this new information. At your odd silence, Harrison finally looked up to make eye contact with you. He stood from his seat and went over to pull you in for a tight hug, “I’m sorry, I ruined it.”

“No, no, I just-“ You stepped out of the hug and let out a confused sigh before a hopeful smile found its way onto your face. “He’s really going to propose?”

“Harry found the ring yesterday, and with tonight-“

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, realizing the weight of tonight. Why didn’t you see it sooner- Tom insisted on going to a nice restaurant for dinner and that restaurant was the same one from your first date.

“Just don’t say anything before tonight, he’s planned this all out.” Your brother pleaded, and you nodded understandingly.

“I won’t.” You agreed, turning back to the stove to continue cooking.

Later that day, you nervously got ready for your big date with Tom. Sure, you two had date night almost weekly, but he was proposing, it was more than just a date night. You made sure your nails, makeup, and hair was perfect and ready for any pictures. You didn’t want to sound vain, you just wanted to be prepared for the big question.

“You ready, darling?” Tom asked you as he put on his shoes.

“How do I look?” You emerged from the bathroom, a wide smile on your face. You did a little twirl in your little black dress and he smiled, approvingly.

“You’re gorgeous, as always.” He stood from the bed and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

“I just need my shoes.” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting on your heels. Once you finished, you stood and grabbed his hand, “Got everything?”

“Yeah,” He replied, a little confused by your question. What would he need besides his keys, phone, and wallet?

Your seats in the restaurant were in the far corner, mostly secluded and away from any prying eyes if anyone noticed Tom. It was sweet, having a nice dinner with just the two of you, but you couldn’t help the uneasiness you felt as the night went on. Tom made it feel like any other date night. Was Harrison wrong? What if Tom didn’t want to propose to you?

After dinner and dessert, Tom drove the two of you home and you felt your heart drop in disappointment. Nothing, no question, no ring. You didn’t even see the rest of the boys when you got home, you immediately went to get ready for bed. 

Tom was confused himself; he had thought it was a nice night, a great celebratory date night for your latest promotion at work. And now you were abnormally quiet and seemingly rushing to go to bed. There were no passionate post-date kisses that led to passionate post-date sex. He didn’t say anything though, thinking that maybe you were just tired or not feeling well- both of which often made you go quiet. He got changed into his pajama bottoms and climbed into bed beside you. He couldn’t help but frown as you settled for a spooning position with him as the big spoon. He loved to fall asleep with you on his chest; something was wrong and he didn’t have any idea what he did to upset you.

The next day, Tom woke up to you already gone and out of bed. He pouted, getting up to go find you. He found you downstairs, quietly talking to Harrison in the kitchen. When he came in, the conversation dropped and you greeted him with a small, “good morning” before taking a long sip of your coffee.

“Good morning,” He smiled, greeting you and Harrison. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before fixing himself a cup of tea. “Did you not sleep well?”

“Hm?” You hummed as you got out some eggs from the fridge to make yourself (and Tom) breakfast. You may have been disappointed from last night, but you weren’t going to starve your boyfriend who couldn’t cook.

“You’re drinking coffee.” He pointed out, “You only drink coffee when you don’t sleep well.” You wanted to cry, damn him for knowing your coffee and tea preferences so well, but for not realizing the problem from last night.

“I don’t think the food sat well with me last night.” You explained and he nodded. He looked over at Harrison while you were distracted by the stove and his friend simply shrugged his shoulders and left the room quietly. Tom knew the two of you better than that though; he knew something was wrong with you and he knew Harrison knew exactly what it was.

“So, Sam’s invited us around for lunch today. It’s a family lunch.” Tom stated, trailing off a little as he expected you to come with him.

“I promised Charlotte I’d go out with her today.” You replied, and he held back his frown. He didn’t know you had arranged anything with your sister.

“Oh, okay.” He mumbled, a bit hurt from your separate plans.

Breakfast went on quietly, and you felt bad about it, but you didn’t know what to do. Tom had planned out such a perfect proposal date, and yet here you were with nothing on your left hand. You just hated this feeling of disappointment.

Tom and Harry left later on to go to the Holland house for lunch, and you were left in your own pity. You didn’t want to see Tom’s family, not today at least, and so you had lied about your plans with your sister, and Harrison knew it too, but he wasn’t going to say anything to Tom. He was just about as disappointed as you were.

“You okay?” Harrison asked, his blue eyes sad as he walked into the living room to see you laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t know.” Your voice was quiet, almost broken, as you spoke. You sat up and your brother came to sit beside you.

“Are you going to be okay?” He changed his question.

“It’s just disappointing, I guess. I mean I want to marry him, but we haven’t really talked about marriage. We’ve only ever just acknowledged that we want a future together.” You said, picking at your nails. You did them specifically for last night, it wasn’t worth it to have them done now. “I love him, though, and it shouldn’t matter how or when or even if we get engaged.”

“Want me to talk to him?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“It’s fine. I’ll talk to him.”

Meanwhile, when Tom arrived at the Holland house, he got pulled aside into the kitchen by his mother away from his brothers. He was asked immediately where you were, your absence didn’t go unnoticed by the matriarch.

“She’s doing something with her sister. It was super last minute.” He explained weakly, still upset over how this morning went.

“Is everything alright?” She asked in concern.

“I don’t know. We went out on a nice date last night, and she just seemed upset afterwards. She hasn’t said much to me since we got home last night.”

“What did you do?” Nikki immediately accused and he held up his hands defensively.

“I didn’t do anything. I pulled out her chair, I paid, I gave her my jacket, I was a gentleman and somehow something went wrong.” He sighed in frustration.

“Talk to her, okay?” She ran a comforting hand on his back for a moment. Tom helped his mother serve the food on their dining room table. His face lit up when Sam and El came into the room, he knew Sam had proposed last night and Tom was more than excited to hear the news.

Before they ate, everyone sat around the table and Sam cleared his throat nervously.

“So, I’ve got an announcement.” He started with an eager smile. He wrapped an arm around his fiancee’s shoulders, “We’re engaged!”

El held up her left hand, which she had been hiding previously, and showed off the new ring on her finger. Various cheers came from Tom, Paddy, and his parents, but Harry’s excitement was lost as he looked at the ring, recognizing it from Tom’s bedroom.

“What the fuck?” Harry muttered, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. The room fell silent as Harry grabbed her hand, eyes scanning over the ring.

“That’s a weird way to say ‘congrats, Sam. Can I be best man?’” Sam joked lightly and his twin turned to Tom, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Tom, isn’t that your ring?” Harry accused.

“You told me you wouldn’t tell anyone!” The newly engaged Holland groaned.

“I didn’t! Why the hell do you think that’s mine?” Tom questioned.

“It was in your room, in your drawer.” Harry stated, and Tom’s face fell.

“You didn’t- you didn’t tell Y/N, did you?” He asked. He swore his heart stopped as he waited for his brother’s reply.

“No. I only told Harrison and Tuwaine. I thought you were proposing to Y/N, so I assumed you told Harrison.” He explained.

“Fuck!” Tom shouted. If Harrison knew then you definitely knew; and if Harrison thought that it was a ring for you then you definitely thought that.

“What is it?” Paddy asked, trying to keep up with the odd drama between his brothers.

“I fucked up,” was all Tom could manage to get out before he grabbed his shoes and took off from the house.

It all made sense to him now. Harrison had told you that he was going to propose, and you thought he’d propose on your date last night. You weren’t upset about what Tom did, you were upset about what he didn’t do. And no wonder he didn’t know you had plans with your sister today because you didn’t really have plans, you just wanted to be alone. Tom hurried home and burst through the front door to find you, laying on the couch, eating a ring pop and scrolling through your phone.

“Tom? I thought you were at lunch.” You said, sitting il and suddenly feeling guilty that you’d been caught in your lie about your sister.

“I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry.” Tom rushed into the living room. He knelt down in front of your spot on the couch. “It wasn’t my ring. It was Sam’s.”

“You mean Sam and El-“ You smiled as he nodded, happy for the now engaged couple.

“He wanted me to hold onto the ring for a couple days and not tell anyone until after he proposed. I didn’t think you or the boys would find it, and I definitely didn’t think that it’d look like I was proposing.”

“It’s okay. I was disappointed last night, and I’m sorry, too. I should have just told you why I was upset, but I love you and I don’t care that you haven’t proposed. I just want to be with you, married or not.”

“But I want to marry you,” Tom held your left hand in his and carefully slid the ring pop off your finger. “Y/N Osterfield, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“Yes,” You laughed as he put the ring pop back on your finger. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, the fingers of his right hand intertwining with your left hand, mindful of the sticky ring pop.

“Now I need to get you a ring, one that isn’t edible.”

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #harrison osterfield

[farfromsugafanfic]

This Christmas

Genre: Producer!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, slight enemies to lovers, Christmas-y

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warnings: Portrayal of an abusive relationship (not involving Yoongi)

Synopsis: Yoongi doesn’t wanna work with a bubble gum idol like you. Especially not after your scandal where your and your manager’s relationship was revealed. And definitely not for a Christmas song.

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"You want me to what?" Yoongi asked. If this were a cartoon, his eyes would be bugging out of his head. The CEO of the company cleared his throat and looked at Yoongi over his glasses. It was obvious that despite being a high-level CEO of a successful music company, he was nervous to pitch this to his most successful producer.

"Listen, Yoongi, I know you're not happy about this. But, Y/N's comeback is crucial for her career. You know the scandal she had last year and this is her first comeback since then. We need this song to be everywhere. This why we need you to produce it."

"Okay, but like, a Christmas song? I know Y/N had a pretty pure image, but isn't that a bit much? Even for her?"

"Her scandal broke on Christmas Day last year. We thought having her do a Christmas song would help address that she moved on and wants to focus on her career."

Yoongi remembers your scandal a year ago. You'd been dating your manager. It was said you used his fondness of you to move up in the company. It was why you were a soloist and not in a group, why you didn't write your own songs but still got all the best ones, and why you had your good girl image. You were the role model for school girls everywhere in your pale pink skirts that matched your lips.

He'd never worked with you before. You were always so clean-cut, so bubblegum. It wasn't the type of song he wrote or worked on. In fact, despite working at the same company, and you being one of the largest idols signed with them, Yoongi didn't remember ever meeting you. He'd seen you passing, your manager placing his hand on the back of your skull to shield you from the camera flashes. Your hood up and a mask pulled up to cover most of your face.

"I've never done one of her songs. Why this one?"

"After the last year, it's impossible for Y/N to go back to her pure image. It just isn't believable. We need you because you don't do typical sounding songs."

Yoongi thought for a moment. An edgy Christmas song? Certainly possible, but could you really pull it off?

"It will be a new version of Last Christmas. We want it to be heartbreaking. Address the scandal without directly commenting. You have a knack for subtly that she needs."

"All right," he said. He knew he had no choice in the matter and it was only one song. Yoongi hadn't made his name as a producer doing bubblegum songs, but the company allowed him to release his own music under their label as long as he produced all the other artist's songs they asked of him. "But I'm not going to be like the other producers she's worked with."

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The night before your and Yoongi's first recording session he pulled up a playlist of your songs. You had a good voice, Yoongi would admit. He listened to a few seconds of each. You had the sweetheart image with mostly upbeat pop songs with a few heartbreak ballads mixed in. They were all written by the best songwriters at the company, except for Yoongi, of course. He'd never written for you, although you had considered one of his songs once.

A few emails exchanged before you ghosted him. "Wine" ended up going to another soloist and had won Yoongi an award, he really didn't care. After the scandal, you had the spoiled brat look. And, honestly, it didn't surprise Yoongi. Everyone knew you came from a well off background and went to a private school that the company commonly scouted at.

Girls like you always had talent, but you always ended up destroying yourselves. He was surprised you were even trying for a comeback instead of taking the money you'd made so far and setting yourself up to live off royalties until your name was forgotten enough to re-invent yourself.

When the scandal broke, Yoongi had just released a new mixtape. It affected the entire company, causing the sales and streams of his album to plateau. He silently cursed your name as he tweeted album links.

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Yoongi sat in his studio. The hood of his black hoodie pulled over his head and slightly crouched in his chair, he worked on your song. While he didn't have your vocal yet, he could easily work on the instrumental. It was tricky. "Last Christmas" was an iconic Christmas song that needed to be recognizable, but he also needed to make it different and stand out from every other cover.

His phone vibrated. It was you.

Y/N: I'm heading down now

You were most likely heading downstairs from the dance studios. He took off his headphones and soon heard a gentle knock on the door. He kept a lock on his studio to prevent anyone from bothering him while he worked. Only a few people had the code. And only to make sure Yoongi left every couple days.

Opening the door, he first saw your small smile. All lip, no teeth, yet still friendly. Behind you stood your manager, the one with who you'd had the scandal. Despite your break up being publicized, he was contracted as your manager for another year. Yoongi had no idea why you didn't just buy him out and let the poor kid get on with his life.

"Hi," you said softly, bowing politely before walking inside and leaving your shoes by the door. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you wore a blue sweatshirt three sizes too big. "It's nice to finally meet the famous Suga."  

He returned a tight-lipped smile and reached out to shake your hand, but your manager stepped in front and shook took Yoongi's hand instead. "I'm Kwanho, Y/N's manager."

Yoongi nodded, giving the man an odd look as you skirted to the side. He noticed the way you balled up your hands in your sleeves and looked down at the ground when the other man pushed you out of the way.

"Nice to meet you," Yoongi said. "If you give me your number, I'll call you when we finish for the day or if we need anything."

Yoongi motioned to the recording booth and you walked in, putting on your headphones and immediately taking your place. You seemed to relax as you prepared yourself in the booth, beginning to test the microphone and adjust the cords around your feet.

"Oh, no, I actually stay in the studio with Y/N."

Yoongi paused. "Uh, well, I tend to work better when it's just me and the artist. You know, so I can kinda get a feel for them and get the best vocals."

"She's more comfortable when I'm here."

Yoongi glanced over at you in the booth. You seemed much more comfortable by yourself in the recording booth than you had with your manager and ex-boyfriend.

"She seems fine. Listen, this is my studio and it's a bit small. I really don't like people getting in the way."

Your manager fumed, his hair beginning to stand up and his face growing red. His fists clench around the water bottle he carried and he sighed.

"Fine," he said. "Just let me give this to her."

Kwanho walked into the booth, his form completely hid yours as he stood in Yoongi's view. He saw the man hand you the water bottle. Even after you took it, the man loomed over you for a few extra seconds.

Knowing he had an audience, your manager soon left the booth and the studio. When Yoongi heard the lock click shut, he turned on his mic to talk to you.

"Y/N?" he asked. "You ready to get some vocals. Need to warm up at all?"

You shook your head. "No, I warmed up while we were waiting."

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It had been nearly a year since you'd recorded anything in a studio. Yet, nothing felt foreign. You had immediately adjusted everything to your preferences. Taking a sip of water as Yoongi started the music, you began singing. Your phone was full of practice runs from the night before. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of the famed producer of your company.

You had no idea what he'd said to Kwanho to make him leave, but your stomach had untied its knots when you saw him leave the studio. Even with Yoongi's critical gaze, you were used to tough producers.

"That was good," Yoongi said. "But, I listened to some of your tracks last night and I know you can do better. Think you could lower your voice a bit on the chorus."

"Lower it?" As a soprano, you were used to coaches and producers pushing your voice to its highest notes and octaves. Rarely ever did your lower range get explored. "Uh, I can try. But why?"

"Well, this comeback is supposed both your vulnerability and strength, right? if we explore the range of your voice more, it will show a different side of you. Plus, if your vocal isn't perfect it might show some of the vulnerability we want."

Your eyes widened and you nodded as the track started again.

4 Hours Later

Yoongi was growing frustrated. Your vocals were fine, but only that. They weren't anything special. He couldn't entirely blame you. You weren't used to singing in your lower register and it seemed your vocal coaches only cared about cultivating your voice for the cutesy songs of your past.

He sighed and rubbed his temples. "All right, let's take a break," he said. "I think we both need it."

You came out of the booth and almost immediately held the phone to your ear. His brow furrowed as he wondered who you were calling so immediately.

"Hey, we're taking a break."

Based on the quick response and hang up, Yoongi knew exactly who it was.

"Is he bringing you lunch?"

You nodded and sat down on the small loveseat Yoongi kept at the back of his studio for the artists or few visitors that came in. Pulling your knees up to your chest, he couldn't help but notice how much smaller you looked. When he'd seen you before the scandal, you looked healthy and filled out all your tight skirts and dresses.

Maybe it was just the oversized sweatshirt, but you looked thinner. Your collarbones stretching your skin and your cheekbones more prominent. He walked over to where he kept an electric kettle and started heating water.

"Want some spicy noodles?"

You shook your head.

A knock sounded and you got up. Letting your manager, Yoongi cause his hard gaze. He handed you a bag and refilled your water bottle. "Remember you're on a diet, okay?" he said.

You nodded.

"So, how's it going? Got enough for the song?"

"Not yet," you said. "We're working on it. Yoongi is really pushing me, but I think it will turn out well."

"I hope he's not working you too hard."

"Of course not, I love being back in the studio."

Yoongi poured the hot water into the instant noodles. "I think we'll need another day. Clear her schedule tomorrow."

Kwanho blinked twice. "Y/N is talented. I have every confidence it will only take one session."

"How long have you been her manager? Surely, you know it can take multiple sessions to get everything I need."

"I haven't recorded for a while, Kwanho. It's just cause I'm out of practice."

Your manager sneered and dropped the water bottle. "Fine," he said. Leaving the studio in a huff, he didn't seem to realize he'd spilled the water all over Yoongi's studio.

"I'm sorry," you said, looking around for something to soak up the mess. "He's just protective and doesn't like leaving me alone."

"Didn't you two break up?"

"Yeah, which I think made it worse."

Even if the two of you were still dating, Yoongi sensed something wrong. He pulled out paper towels from a nearby drawer and dropped to his knees to help you.

"He's kind of a dick."

"He wasn't always. Would you believe he was once really sweet?"

"Maybe he acted that way."

The two of you ate in relative silence, only piping up to discuss the song or the general happenings of the company. Yoongi finished his noodles and you finished your salad. After a few sips of water, you walked back into the recording booth.

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It wasn't until nine o'clock that night when you and Yoongi finally agreed that enough progress was made. Yoongi waited for Kwanho to pick you up and he watched as the light he'd seen in you when you recorded slowly dimmed.

He didn't knock this time, opting instead to text you. You answered the door and he walked in. Without a greeting, he met Yoongi's eyes. "She's free tomorrow. But let's make sure to finish this up tomorrow. We only have a few weeks before we have to release."

"Last I checked you weren't my boss," he said. "I understand the timeline and the song will be done in time."

Yoongi turned to you. "If you record anything good tonight, you can text it to me. If it's good quality, we might be able to use it."

"Wait, you have his number?" Kwanho asked, grabbing your bicep.

"Yeah, I've had it since I showed interest in his song a year ago." You glanced at Yoongi quickly before bringing your eyes back to your manager. "We're working together. I don't see why it's a big deal."

"If you need to text him recordings text them to me and I'll get them to him."

You scoffed. "Kwaho! Stop being so jealous, this is ridiculous."

The atmosphere came to a boiling point and all Yoongi could focus on was you. The way you puffed out your chest at your ex-boyfriend and called him out. But, he noticed the fear in your eyes, the way you flinched when Kwanho let go of your arm.

"Let's go, Y/N. We can talk about this later." Opening the studio door, Kwanho motioned for you to leave before him. "And, you," he made sharp eye contact with Yoongi. "Delete her number."

You and Kwanho disappeared through the door and Yoongi locked his phone, placing it back in his pocket.

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Yoongi stayed in the studio after you left. It wasn't unusual for him to stay until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes, he would even sleep on the couch and get a few hours of sleep before continuing in the morning.

The deadline for your song didn't warrant such actions. Instead, he just sat in his studio and read back through his notes from the day. There were a few bits of your backing vocals from the day that he wanted to include on the final track, but the main vocal still needed work.

Thinking back over the day, he was surprised at how different you were from what he believed. You were soft-spoken, polite, and good to work with. You took direction well, but pushed back when Yoongi got too caught up in the production that he made a bad call about your voice.

Kwanho--on the other hand--wasn't the loyal manager you took advantage of. At least, not from what Yoongi had seen today. He'd heard others at the company say you deserved it for using your relationship to get special treatment. But something didn't feel right about the way your manager still held control over you.

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It rarely snowed in November in Seoul. Yet, as Yoongi stepped outside around midnight, he was met with cold, wet snow that soaked the ends of his hair. He walked towards his apartment that was only a few blocks away when his phone rang. It was you.

"Suga?" you asked, and Yoongi realized he hadn't even told you his real name.

"Yes," he said. "What's up? Did you get a good recording?"He heard sniffles on the other line and he stopped walking. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

"We fought after we left and I finally fired him. But now I have nothing," you said. "He took everything. My apartment, my money, everything. I was wondering if I could stay in your studio for the night until I can figure something out."

Yoongi looked up at the snow and felt it soaking through his clothes. "Where are you?"

"I'm outside the company building. I don't have my ID."

"I just left. I'm on my way."

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Yoongi handed you a cup of coffee. You wore his sweatshirt and a pair of his sweats. It felt a little embarrassing and you knew what the tabloids would think you were taking advantage of yet another at your company.

"I don't have creamer or anything, sorry," he said.

You smiled. "Suga doesn't have any sugar." You took a sip of coffee and felt his gaze on you. When you looked up, you saw him smiling at you and holding in his laughter until you met eyes.

"It's amazing that you can make jokes when your life is changing," he said.

"The lawyers will handle everything," you said. "Plus, what can I do now other than finish the song?"

There was a pause, but unlike when you were in meetings with the company executives, or when the silences between you and Kwanho led to explosions, it was content.

"I need to apologize to you, Y/N."

Your brow furrowed. "Why? You've been so nice to me."

"I judged you. I believed the press, too. Even up until yesterday, I believed you were entitled and the one taking advantage of Kwanho, not the other way around."

"There was no way you could've known, Suga. But I appreciate it."

"Yoongi," he said. "Call me, Yoongi."

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"What if we change the song?" Yoongi said, halfway through the next day when nothing was coming together like both of you wanted.

"What do you mean?"

"Instead of focusing on Last Christmas, what if we wrote a new version that focuses on how you've changed for the better."

"This Christmas?" you said, your voice rising in pitch.

"Actually, yes."

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BREAKING: Y/N RELEASES NEW CHRISTMAS SONG PRODUCED BY SUGA THAT DETAILS PAST RELATIONSHIP ABUSE

Today, Y/N released her first song following last year's Christmas Day scandal that revealed that she was dating her manager. She is due to have her first comeback stage later this month.

The song, "This Christmas" discusses how when the news broke that it had been an attempt to control her. Her ex-boyfriend and manager leaked the news himself to prevent the singer from breaking up with and firing him. It focuses on the strength this experience brought her.

Y/N and her ex-manager are currently involved in a lawsuit that alleges that her manager used his privileged position on her staff to access her bank accounts and important documents. He then used this access to steal from the singer and commit various other crimes against her. Additionally, Y/N has told other sources that she was frequently controlled and emotionally abused while in the relationship.

This new song has already performed well on the charts and shows a new side to Y/N and her music. Famed producer, Suga, produced the song and spoke out in support of Y/N. The two have since been seen together on multiple occasions following the release of the song. A new Christmas romance for Y/N?

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[thepotatonami]

I can’t title this or explain this writing.

Just accept this thing that came out of silly ideas brain storming with @hydrangeasheart​  This is kinda based on their AO3 story au but could be read without context from the story (probably)

Important points are just that - Dream is possessed by Demon still (Dreamon) and Phil, Techno, Ranboo and Tommy are all living in Techno’s house. It’s crammy.

Word count: 3261

English is not my first language so there might be some grammar errors

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“Technoblade, we need to talk.” “Do we now?” “Yes. I know we both don’t exactly like each other, but this is about Dream.” “Now why would you think that will make me more inclined to listen to you?” “I am unarmed, the worst I can do is spit on you.” “Gross. Fine. You have five minutes.” “Something weird happened the other day.”

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“Come here Fundy~” Dream called, as he walked towards Fundy, keeping up with his pace even though Fundy was running. “No! I am sorry! Please leave me alone!” Fundy yelled, almost stumbling. “Come on Fundy~ We can have fun together~” Even without seeing his face, you could hear his excitement from the chase in his voice.

“Fundy over here!” Puffy called to him. Fundy quickly made a turn and ran towards her, causing Dream to also start running now.

Fundy was screaming off the top of his lungs as he ran into the border of the Holy Land, the land of Twitch Prime church. Puffy caught Fundy into a hug, embracing him into her protection, as Bad came to stand next to them, already pissed to see Dream causing misery on another child yet again. Dream did not stop, even when he saw them. There was something maniacal and threatening in his movements. 

Well… Until one moment anyway.

The moment that Dream’s body passed the border into the Holy Land, it was as if his body just stopped mid air, before he fell face first into the dirt. The sight of dream just down on the earth with his face in the dirt was definitely an unexpected sight. The fact he didn’t immediately get up as well, but rather just laid there for a moment was even weirder.

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“Dream just wanted to kiss the dirt.” Techno commented as the eyes of the other side bore into him. “Can you shut up and listen?” The other nether creature replied as Techno just shrugged. “The next part was really unpredictable and weird.”

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The first to break the silence that fell on all of them was Fundy - as he barked out a laugh.  Dream slowly sat up, crossing his legs and looking around him rather confused.

“What… What is going on?” Dream spoke up, turning his head to look at the trio. Fundy was still trying to calm his laugh while Dream just whipped the dirt off his mask without taking it off. “Uhh… We are supposed to ask you that.” Captain Puffy asked gently, nudging Fundy to stand behind her. Dream kinda nodded along, but it was obvious he was still severely confused over something, as his nodding just kinda went on.

“Dream did you just hit your head? Do you have a concussion or something?” Bad spoke up, causing Dream to turn his head to look at him. He tilted his head a little, as if considering that as an option. “You were chasing Fundy when you just… It looked like you stumbled on air. How did you even fall?” “I-- I can’t say I am totally sure where I am even… So Uhm… Could I uhh… Could we put this whole thing aside for a moment while I go to uhh… Corner… To… Regroup myself?” Dream slowly got up, cleaning the dirt off himself in light brushes. Fundy hid behind Puffy, as she looked over to Bad. Bad just looked like he was trying to process everything as he kinda gestures to a corner behind the church.

“Uhh, remember no fighting or killing on Twitch Prime Holy Land” Bad simply added as Dream walked over to the corner.

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“Oh wait, I can hear my tea kettle going off.” “Technoblade!” “Just relax. Dream walked off anyway, right? Bad, Puffy and Fundy probably just stared at him until he did something else weird. The story is at a pause from Bad’s point of view.” “You talk as if there is another one.” The visitor scoffed as Techno rolled his eyes. “There is, just not one that we know.”

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“Yo, what the fuck was that right now?” Dream grumbled, turning with his back to the trio and taking off his mask to clean it better. No answer came back to him. “Real mature, can you talk to me and explain yourself? The sudden switch really hurt! It’s not fun to kiss the goddamn dirt.” 

The ever staying silence was growing unsettling for Dream. It’s not like he didn’t like it. He preferred his head to be quiet, and having control over his body is definitely nicer than not, but this was all too weird.

He placed the mask back around his face, securing it tightly. He tried to find a reason for the sudden switch, this was definitely not normal for the Demon to do. He wasn’t in any danger, could it be that it didn’t want to deal with BadBoyHalo again? That is a possibility but the Demon was feeling cockily confident this time around so… 

He took a look around the Holy Land. He realizes now that he was never really here… This specific land anyway was created after he was already possessed. He saw it from the outside, but he, well, the Demon never really stepped into-- He let his arms drop to his sides.

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“Anyway yeah, I am here.” “It’s cold out here.” “Yeah, well, deal with it. You are not coming into my house. Continue your Bad’s story that he told you. Dream went to the corner, what happened then?” “I am glad you are so interested in the story.”

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“You can’t be on this land. You can’t control me while I am here, I am free here!” Dream practically shouted. “Uhh Dream?” Bad spoke, catching his attention again. It seemed as if he forgot that there  were people around him and was just reminded of that fact. He turned to look at the trio who were awfully confused.  Puffy had that motherly worried look in her eyes, and Bad could see how he obviously was attracted to Puffy’s motherly nature. He was her duckling as she used to say. He kind of moved to stand in front of Puffy as well now. He looked like there were plans running through his head, something that worried and scared Bad.

“I have a question about the Holy Land.” Dream came over casually, trying not ro make any sudden movements that might give them any concerns, even though he could clearly see on their faces they already thought he was insane.  “Uhh… This is a change of topic but sure?” Bad spoke. All of them stared at him in curiosity. “Can I live on it?”

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“Pfft-- Nerd I knew he was homeless.” “Technoblade.” Techno notioned the action zipping his lips as the other sighed.

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“What???” The reply was almost sung in unison by the trio. Dream simply nodded, placing one of his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, waiting patiently for a reply. “I mean… There are no rules against it…?” Puffy started, trailing off to look at Bad as if he will have any help in finding a proper reply for Dream. Bad was looking just as confused, and he also looked like he was still processing everything. “But I think you will make people uncomfortable here with all your gear and--” “That is not a problem!” Dream replied before Puffy could finish her sentence. 

He started to drop to the ground everything he had on him. Protective gear, his sword, his axe, his crossbow, his bow, his arrows, even his golden apples and potions. Fundy in a hurry starts to pull everything to a pile behind Puffy and Bad, looking in awe at the gear. “Wait Dream, are you being serious here? No tricks, no lies, no--” “No manipulation.” Dream finished Bad’s words before placing his last golden apple down, as it gets snatched by Fundy right away. 

“I think I will live here like a monk. That sounds so exciting, doesn’t it? Me living like a monk. Devote myself to church prime, away from causing harm and instead taking care of this land. More purple flowers will be nice for this place, no?” 

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A laugh fell out of Techno’s lips.  “A monk?” He snorted, unable to contain his amusement. Dream surprised him a lot in the past couple of years, mostly for the worse, but this was a whole new thing. “Hey, that is what Bad told me.” Sapnap crossed his arms, growing irritated with the pig’s attitude.  “And you believe everything Bad tells you?” Techno let another amused gruff leave his throat as Sapnap growled lowly. “No. I went to check it out myself.” “Oh?”

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“Dream?” Sapnap called, as he walked into the Holy Land. He can’t deny the fact that the land looked a lot more taken care of. With more flowers around and well cut grass… Was Dream actually staying here and taking care of the place? Dream came out of a tiny shack that was built inside the borders of the Holy Land. It was off to the side, and there wasn’t even a proper path yet. He looked towards Sapnap, and moved the mask a little to reveal a genuine happy smile.

“Dream, what is this? What are you doing?” “Reforming! And terraforming. Wanna see the wheat farm?? Oh it came out so beautiful! I am actually farming! Can you believe that?” Dream started to speak, so excited as if he wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone in years. 

He simply also started to walk away from Sapnap, leading him to the wheat farm he didn’t ask to see. “That… That is a nice farm… Dream do you not remember all the shit you have done?” Dream quickly ran his hand over the wheats before sighing and turning to Sapnap. “You think I can forget? I can’t. There is no forgetting, and believe me when I say that there is no one, and I mean no one, who hates me more than me.” Sapnap couldn’t see Dream’s eyes, but he didn’t need to see them. His voice spoke truth. The way he bite his lower lip, before letting a sigh out and forcing a smile back.

“I am guessing Bad told you. I really do mean what I said. I am planning to stay in this land. I can’t fix what has been done… But I can at least stay here and… And…” Dream stumbled over his words for a moment. “And be a monk?” Sapnap asked, crossing his arms, earning an iconic Dream laugh. “Yes! Do you want to taste the cake I baked? I think it came out decent!”

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“No Techno, that is stupid! I am not going to allow you to do that!” Phil’s worried tone echoed through the house. Ranboo buried his head further into Tommy’s lap, as Tommy just gently placed his hands over his ears as if that would help.

“Do you think he will go…?” Ranboo eventually asked, when it sounded like Techno and Phil walked away from each other. “I… I don’t know…” Tommy admitted. “I know he is my big brother and all but… Techno was always full of surprises I guess…” Ranboo simply hummed in agreement. “I wish Sapnap didn’t come here. Phil sounds so worried for Techno.” “I think it’s because he knows Techno is able to sneak out.” Tommy sighed. “I mean this is his house.” Ranboo added, making Tommy chuckle.

“Boys,” Phil’s voice came from the door, as Ranboo sat up to look at him and Tommy turned to look at him, “It’s bedtime, did you brush your teeth Tommy?” He asked as Tommy groaned, making Ranboo snicker.

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“Techno?” Tommy slurred tiredly, watching Techno wear his cape. “Go back to sleep, Tommy. I will be back by morning.” He walked over to Tommy and messed up his hair before picking up his axe. “Are you going to see him…?” Tommy looked at Techno with worried eyes as Techno held back a sigh but let his shoulders drop a little. “Yeah, I have to see Monk Dream. Can you imagine how stupid he looks?” He tried to joke, turning his back on Tommy. He could hear Tommy stifling a laugh, and he smiles to himself.

“Stay safe, okay?” “Holy Land or not, my axe was never a believer.”  “Techno!” “Shhh, I won't disrespect the Holy Land, I promise. Go to bed.”

Techno opened the door. When he didn’t hear Tommy walking away, he turned to look at him again. “Good night Tommy.” Tommy let a smile stretch on his lips. “Good night Techno.”

The moment Techno closed the door he was face to face with Ghostbur. He almost jumped out of his own skin, placing a hand over his chest to try and swallow the yelp that got stuck in his throat. He still needed to stay quiet, it’s the first time in forever where Phil actually fell asleep and he can leave quietly.

“Ghostbur, can you no?” He grumbled as Ghostbur smiled weakly. “Sorry, I was just worried about you.” “Worried? Why?” Techno didn’t wait for a reply from Ghostbur, as he began to walk away from the house. Ghostbur, of course, just floated along. “I overheard your talk with Phil… From a couple of days ago? He doesn’t want you to go see Dream.”

Techno stayed silent. He couldn’t be upset at Phil not wanting him to visit Dream, especially not alone. After everything that Dream did? And even if he was to go to see Dream with someone else by his side… It wouldn’t be right, not like he has who to tag along.  He needs to see this “monk phase” that Dream is going through. He chuckled at his own thoughts. Ghostbur tilted his head, trying to look at Techno without floating into a tree by accident. Techno just shook his head.

“I need to see this for myself, Ghostur. It’s important to me.” “Even if you are going against Phil’s wishes?” “Phil won’t be mad for long over this, he will understand. He has every right to worry, but I am an adult. I can make my own choices.”

Ghostbur stayed silent for a moment. Techno looked at him from the corner of his eyes.  He sometimes wondered what went in Ghostbur’s head. His thoughts must be so different then Wilbur’s as he is in general so different from him. 

God this wasn’t the time to miss Wilbur.

“Well, I surely can’t stop you, so can I just be your escort until we get there?” “I won’t refuse the company.” 

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Techno stood at the border of the Twitch Prime Holy Land, and watched as Dream watered the flowers at the moon light. He couldn’t bring himself to call out to Dream. Not like he needed to, it didn’t take Dream long to notice him and wave over to him. He decided against waving back, standing guard with the axe in hand. His knuckles whitened as he tightened the grip on the axe. He watched Dream place down the watering can and walk over to him, stopping a good distance from the border.  Techno couldn’t help but note that he didn’t stop away from him, but away from the border. 

“So you really meant it when you said you are not going to leave the borders of the Holy Land.” Techno decided to break the silence. As much silence they can get in the middle of the night. The crickets were goddamn loud, but it still felt awfully quiet.  Especially because the voices in his head seemed to be at rest as well, or maybe just curious of how this will all go down. 

Dream reached up to take off his mask, as he smiled widely.  “I did. It’s great to see you Tech! You were one of those people I was sure that wouldn’t come to see me…” Dream looked around the Holy Land. His face looked to be content and happy.

“Why stay there?” Techno asked, trying to keep his composer. He knew Ghostbur was probably watching them from afar, so he did his best to keep himself calm. But this situation was too surreal.  He ran the blade of the axe around the outside of the border. Dream crooked his head to look at the blade then at Techno.

“It’s quiet here. No voices, no one to control me, no one to tell me what to do, I am free to just…” He stopped himself for a moment as Techno squinted at him, waiting for him to finish. Techno’s voices were always slightly quieter around the Twitch Prime church, but he always guessed they were just against religion. Did Dream have voices as well? And this talk about no one controlling him…

He never did finish his sentence.

“Do you like the flowers?” Dream gestured to the various flowers planted around. “They seem lovely, I am sure.” “Oh right, you aren’t wearing your glasses. Must be tough to see in the dark without them.” Dream started to tap his cheek with one hand, and his mask with another hand. If the mask was on his face, he would simply tap it. Techno hated the fact that he knew his mannerism so well, but also found it so comforting to see him act the same as they were kids.

“You are not going to try and force me into the Holy Land to see your little flowers?” Techno asked, trying to read Dream’s expression. It was honestly just pure thinking. As if this man was not manipulating his little brothers a couple of weeks ago. Dream simply shook his head. “I can’t force you to come in, Techno. It’s not the same as we were kids…”

Quiet fell between them. Technoblade couldn’t explain it, but he hung his axe into his belt and simply fixed the braces on his arms. Something about that sentence alone made him decide to let his guard down, just a little.

“So uh… What else besides the flowers are you doing here?” Dream’s lips spread into a wide smile. 

“I baked cookies! I was told the cake I baked was not great, and I have to say I kind of agree, maybe more frosting is needed, but you can’t go wrong with chocolate chip cookies!” Dream’s enthusiasm about cookies was almost ridiculous to listen to. “Where did you get the cocoa beans?” Techno asked, trying to sound casual and not tease Dream’s behavior. “Oh, Puffy agreed to bring me things for stuff like this, saying she will supervise me to make sure I am staying true to my word. I actually enjoy her company, she is very motherly.” Dream smiled. Before Techno could even question the part of supervision or the motherly behavior, Dream started to talk again.

“Oh! And apparently, come here along the border-” He spoke as he started to walk along the inside border with a few good feet from it, as Techno reluctantly followed along the outside of the border, “This area is considered also a part of the Holy Land! This little water area. So yesterday, you won’t believe this, But I fished!” “You are right, I don’t believe you.” Techno tried to stifle a laugh, but an amused snort still escaped. “You laugh! But I have caught two fishes!” “Oh yeah? How long did that take you?” “We don’t talk about that.”

Techno started to laugh, this all felt so familiar and so right, it almost felt wrong. But he laughed, and Dream huffed before joining into the laugh with Techno.

#things that grow in the snow au #a couple of hours ago I said this will be short and funny #then jaybird convinced me to make it into a piece #so I added angst #then I said I wont finish it today #technically I didn't finish it yesterday #it's 12am here #a new day #anyway #have fun with this #i like #technoblade #dream smp #techno

[delicatejisung]

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 & 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 (since some don’t agree that wayv is part of nct)

MAKNAE LINE:

♡ 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 [luyan/lunna/yancas] :

- “MY BROTHER” duo

- literally supports and laughs at each other’s jokes everytime

- lucas had a teeny tiny crush on her when they were trainees but he claims he got over it

- they have a lot of inside jokes where they would suddenly nudge each other and laugh

- yanna nails lucas’ rap parts and he loves watching her do it

- “i want to be in nct dream” “i’m sorry but no”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during that same exact wayv live (where yanna suddenly entered the room), winwin told yanna to greet the viewers but she said she had no make-up on. lucas then said “you’re pretty even without make-up” and yanna yelled “as expected from my brother!” before kun pushed her.

♡ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 [markyanna] :

- okay iconic duo

- lyk literal bros

- mark doesn’t see yanna as cute, he thinks she’s SUPER cool but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when she’s being forced to do aegyo

- yanna cried like a baby alongside hyuck and jisung in mark’s last dream show

- “yo markeureeeeee” everytime yanna accidentally sees him in the practice room

- the dreamies revealed that out of all of them, she’s probably the one that misses him the most and she denies it all the time

- has lyk 3 songs together but sm won’t let them release them so they’re stuck in mark’s phone

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when they were filming the “walk you home” music video, their scene was at the playground. mark had to push the swing yanna was on but he accidentally pushed too hard and it became way too fast for her and she grabbed mark to make it stop but they both just ended up falling while the other members kept laughing at them.

♡ 𝓍𝒾𝒶𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓃 [xiaoyan/yannajun] :

- okay so here’s the deal with xiaojun, yanna finds him attractive

- lyk really attractive (because he is)

- and xiaojun finds her very pretty as well

- they both told kun about this and that was their first mistake

- because everytime they try to interact, kun shows up and teases them

- but there’s nothing going on between them

- they don’t really know each other much but they’ve hung out and tried getting to know each other since most of their friends are mutual

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when yanna reacted to the “love talk” music video with jaemin, she commented on almost everyone but immediately shut up when xiaojun’s part came. “why are you suddenly so quiet?” jaemin asked her but she denied it and continued talking about the other members.

♡ 𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓎 [yanndery/henderyanna] :

- she finds hendery absolutely adorable

- she can’t even believe he’s older than her

- lyk he looks like a kid

- “he even looks younger than yang-“ “HEY”

- they’re not close but also not awkward, just friendly but not clingy

- she admitted that hendery’s eyes scare her because it was looking through her soul but hendery laughed and she was just lyk “ok he’s not scary”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: there was a video where the both of them kept on bowing at each other and ten had to pull hendery for it to stop

♡ 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓃 [yanren] :

- ok, renjun thinks they’re twins

- yanna’s pretty sure she has seen renjun before

- literally though, they have the same aura

- small but vicious babies

- they agree on everything and it’s scares the dreamies sometimes

- that doesn’t mean they don’t bully each other, though

- piggy back rides!!!

- she buys him a beret everytime she shops because it really suits him

- he sends her moomin memes all the time

- nctzens’ favorite moment: renjun mentioned once that he wishes he met yanna sooner so he’d have a closer relationship with her like the one she has with mark, jisung, jaemin and jeno. yanna then said “if this isn’t close enough for you, we’d have to be married.” before giggling.

♡ 𝒿𝑒𝓃𝑜 [yanjen/nonna] :

- highkey adorable

- highkey shippable

- yanna just finds jeno adorable af

- jeno thinks yanna is someone he needs to protect all the time

- everytime jeno makes an adorable sound or just talks and she finds it cute, she’ll literally grab jeno’s face and pull it closer to hers sideways while laughing saying “you’re so cute”

- loves hugging each other

- you. will. always. find. yanna’s. hand. on. jeno’s. arm.

- she wears jeno’s things more than jeno wears them

- makes vomiting noises when jeno’s abs are a topic (also jaemin’s, she just doesn’t like the thought of her besties having abs people will thirst over but she also has them lol)

- obsessed with each others’ shoulders

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during a vlive, yanna’s head was on jeno’s shoulder when she started smelling his hair. she suddenly hit him and he was like “why?”, turns out jeno used her shampoo that day.

♡ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝒸𝓀 [yanhyuck/hyucknna] :

- since yanna is pretty much like renjun, she also never backs down from hyuck

- “haechan cam with a viewer-“ “NOPE NO NO NONONONO”

- they ALWAYS fight and the members ALWAYS think it’s for real but they’re lyk “issa prank”

- except for that one time they really got mad at each other but we’re not gonna talk about that because only the 127 hyungs know about that

- “remember when you two fought because-“ “mark-hyung, shut up”

- hyuck remembers everything about yanna

- yanna likes reminding them not to put too much foundation on hyuck because she likes his skin

- nctzens’ favorite moment: “tmi, haechan is yanna’s first kiss” “NO ONE WOULD REVEAL THAT EXCEPT HIM” “atleast explain why and how it happened, it’s not like it was intended” “this really happened?????” (yup, that whole mess)

♡ 𝒿𝒶𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃 [yanmin/nnamin]

- again, highkey shippable

- jeno and jaemin are her boyfriends tbh

- she literally dies when he’s being goofy

- they hit each other when it’s too funny

- clingyyyyyy

- “na jaemin’s mine” “yes, baby i am” “PLEASE STOP”

- she also cried when she found out jaemin wasn’t joining them for mfal

- cried harder when he joined them for “go”

- people always question why she doesn’t call him “hyung” when he’s a 00-liner and she just answers with “just because”

- if y’all think you’re confused if they’re in a relationship or not, so are they

- often have 2 minute-long eye contact

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when jaemin’s series was on-going, it seemed like the two were asked to interact less because yanna was obviously trying her best to avoid jaemin. one time, she got scared and hid behind jaemin’s back. as soon as she noticed, she started walking over to jisung who saw the whole thing and laughed at her.

♡ 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔 [yanyang] :

- yanna loves clowning him

- “GOT ME GOING THROUGH THE ROOF ROOF” “i don’t get it?” “ROOF ROOF” “what?” “YOU SOUND LIKE A DOG, YANGYANG”

- she thinks yangyang’s very intelligent and asks him to teach her

- they’re close but not the same level as the dreamies close

- they speak in english with each other a lot

- seriously, they just laugh a lot around each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: yanna was on vlive with jisung and chenle when she pulled her airpods case out because she was looking for something inside her hoodie’s pocket. czennies saw the case and it was ice bear from wbb, they started asking where she bought it and she said “i don’t know, yangyang gave it to me”

♡ 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓁𝑒 [yannle/yanchen] :

- chaotic duo

- it’s always yanna’s idea to mess with the hyungs, it’s just that chenle has more guts to do it

- she always babies chenle even though they’re the same age

- yanna literally can’t get through one vlive without touching chenle’s hair

- chenle can’t get through one vlive without reading a comment meant for yanna

- “yanna, do aegyo please” “no”

- no one believes they’re the same age

- yanna hits chenle when he lets out spoilers

- chenle likes pinching yanna’s armpit

- TAEYONG STANS

- always very supportive of each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: chenle has a baby picture of yanna and he shows it off saying it’s his sister until yanna told czennies that it was actually her.

♡ 𝒿𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔 [yansung/sungna] :

(i can’t add another gif i-)

- dancing duo!!

- jisung wanted yanna to join dancing high with him but she was too nervous

- they’re each others stress reliever when it comes to dancing

- yanna also takes good care of him

- “if jaemin’s your mom then who am i?” “your my mom’s spouse” “what?” “nice, jisungie”

- yanna’s always clinging to jisung’s back like a backpack when they’re sitting on the couch for a vlive

- dance covers!!!!

- jisung’s hand is big so yanna really likes playing with his fingers uwu

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during idol room, it was revealed that yanna‘s good at giving the silent treatment and when she was asked who she often has a hard time ignoring, she said it was jisung because he would start whining “why aren’t you talking to meeeee?” and she would find it really cute.

#nct 22nd member #female addition #nct dream 8th member #nct #nct 2018 #nct dream #nct 127 #huang yanna

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

Parenthood Chapter 1

He knew he was leaving her behind but what choice did he have? This would never end as long as they stayed together.

Guilt was eating him but the thought of him snatching her away also had scared him into action.

He hid under a hoodie and pulled it down his face to cast a shadow and make himself unidentifiable to any potential seekers. He marched along to what would be his final ever journey with his darling daughter bundled up in his tight embrace.

He couldn't help but cry, he had to disappear forever, to safe her.

Lefty was washing out the taste of popcorn from his mouth, having only just arrived home from the cinemas twenty minutes before and now ready to settle for the night.

It was an okay evening, Helpy had convinced him to join him, Debbie and Matt to see the new Spiderman movie after work, it was nice to be around people who he knew appreciated him. They were also people that didn't majorly freak out Lefty, who was once described by Mike as a “Perfectly Imbalance of a Volcano ready to blow but never knowing when”, it was true Lefty was known for an explosive temper... But he was also known as a really sweet guy, he had taken care of Helpy when he was recovering from having his appendix taken out, he had taken a couple of teenagers under his wing and guided them in a proper direction.

Best way to describe it? He was up for anyone getting a second chance if they deserved it.

And he meant if they really deserved it... To him second chances had to be earned, as rough as it sounded to some people who heard him say it, Lefty had met too many people who didn't deserve any second chances.....

They were the people that actually scared him.

He gargled water in his mouth, spitting it out into the sink then he walked away, turning off the bathroom light.

He was already dressed in his pyjamas, a loose dark grey shirt with short black pants that came down to his knees, he had already removed his fake eye and covered the black empty void with an eyepatch, he found it was more comfortable to sleep without the fake eye, plus the only purpose it served was purely aesthetic, he learnt people could get thrown if they saw you were missing an eye.

He was walking towards his room when he heard a round of fast knocking at his front door that sounded urgent.

“That's extremely odd..” He remarked, his eye looked at the clock, with the time being 10:25 pm. He tried to think who would come to his house late at night, the only person he thought that maybe there was Toby, who would only disturb him this late at night for a good reason.

He walked forward to the front door, he peered out the window at the side and saw no one was at his porch which kind of frustrated him, as he was certain there was somebody who knocked. He was about to retreat to his bedroom when he heard a peculiar sound that he shouldn't have heard.

The peculiar sound sounded like a fussing child.

A young fussing child.

He looked out the window again, no one was there but Lefty wanted to check outside quickly just to make sure, thinking the sound could possibly be an injured animal.

Lefty unlocked his front door and opened it slightly, he looked outwards into the world outside then looked down.

Before his feet was a baby.

A real baby.

Wrapped in a pale blue blanket, seated in a basket.

It was like this was a cartoon movie.

He guessed the baby was a little girl, she had white skin and black hair that’s loosely reminded Lefty of his own short black hair, in fact, he also had pale skin.

But before anyone would say this was his child, Lefty knew he had never been with a woman before so this child couldn't be his.

Why was it here on a warm night on his doorstep of all places?? Lefty was absolutely puzzled.

The girl let out another fussy noise like she was cold from the lack of human contact and being in a basket on the ground didn't help.

Lefty opened the door wide going down to pick her up, he never had kids but he knew how to hold a baby from the times he use to babysit Sarah Denford from her infant years while her parents were busy.

He held her in his arms looking around for anyone walking nearby that might be the mother or father, he became more nervous when he couldn't see anyone.

Then he heard the baby make a different sound, a giggle and happy babbling mixed in, he looked down to see her big green eyes looking up at him like she was happy to see him.

Lefty couldn't in good conscious leave a (possibly abandoned) baby outside his doorstep, so he turned on his heel and brought her inside.

The moment when he lifted the little girl made the man's heart swell with sadness and relief.

“He’s going to take good care of you, my baby girl...” He whispered quietly watching Lefty bring the baby inside then closing the door.

The reasonable thing to do was call the police in Lefty's mind, but he decided to look for a clue first.

He brought the girl into his living room, he had turned on the light figuring this was going to delay his actual sleep for a while.

He unwrapped the blue blanket and saw she was wearing a pale green button-up onesie with blue socks on her feet. He did see a clue at this point.

On her wrist was a small shiny silver bracelet medallion, about the size of a small coin almost, he gently lifted up her wrist to try and get a look at it but she pulled her hand away making a annoyed noise.

He was slightly irritated but lifted her up into his arms which seen to really please her, she smiled at him, she didn't appear to have teeth yet so Lefty concluded she would have to be younger than six months.

He could finally look at the bracelet and saw an engraving:

“Charlotte”

“That's got to be your name...” Lefty muttered knowing some kids had baby bracelets with their name engraved on them. “It would be more ideal if I had your last name then I could find your family.”

Charlotte didn’t look too worried about being alone, but Lefty reasoned it was because she was a baby and they don't think about the important things.

He had shifted Charlotte to one arm and grabbed the basket which he brought inside and sat on the small table in his living room. He had seen a small envelope and took it into his hand, ripping it open and unfolding the small note then reading it.

Please take care of her as I can't anymore, love her like your own.

What. The. Hell.

Did whoever write this note have the expectation he would raise Charlotte?!

He knew many more people who were suited to the role! Lefty himself never had any siblings just his father who had to give him to Uncle Marion when he was seven years old.

He didn't like the idea.

He looked at the time.

10:57 PM.

Most of the people he knew would be asleep by now.

Charlotte had started to chew on her sleeve, Lefty grabbed it pulling on it, “Get that out of your mouth,” He sternly spoke.

Toby had rolled over when he heard his phone ringing, he blinked a few times as he just woke from a heavy sleep unexpectedly. He reached for his phone and pressed the icon to answer.

“Yes?” He yawned.

“It's Lefty, can you come over? It’s urgent.”

“Oh... Give me twenty minutes...” He responded.

“Thank you, Toby.”

“No problem...”

“Get out of bed now, get up. You might fall asleep again.”

Toby nodded, “Yes! I'll... I'll be there..” He got out of bed, with Lefty vaguely reminding him about the incident where Lefty injured himself at home and was asking him to take him to the hospital, only for him to fall back asleep when their call ended.

Thankfully it didn't end their friendship.

Toby hung up the phone, going about making himself look semi-presentable, putting on a pair of normal pants and a shirt, no point in brushing his hair, he was just going to Lefty's house.

He quickly brewed a cup of coffee, deciding he should have some caffeine in his system to speed up his waking up process especially considering he did wake up abruptly.

He didn't even know what Lefty wanted. He hoped there wasn’t another teenager like the one they met that was nearly kidnapped.

He had transferred the coffee into a travel cup and drank some of it before getting into his car.

He took a few minutes then started the car and drove the ten minute trip to Lefty's house.

Once he arrived, he noticed the lights were still on so Lefty was definitely still awake by this point so he knocked at the door.

“Toby?” Lefty asked from somewhere inside.

Toby replied with: “Yep!”

“The door's open. Come in.”

Toby stepped inside, closing the door behind him, immediately he heard a noise that rose his suspicions.

It was a baby's laugh.

Toby was now face to face with Lefty who was to his shock holding a baby.

“Lefty where did that thing come from?!?!”

“I don't know! It was outside my door! I think... Somebody deliberately left her there... For me to care for her...” Lefty huffed.

Toby raised his eyebrows, “Like... Like you..?”

“Toby I told you the story... My father left me with my Uncle... There’s a big difference between leaving a young child with a known family member and leaving a baby with a stranger... There's no clue as to who her Mom and Dad are, only her name, Charlotte.”

“Charlotte...” Toby smiled, “It’s a really lovely name... There are countless nicknames for that too... Lottie... Charlie... It’s cute.”

“Well, it is cute but... She isn't mine... She could have been snatched from her crib for all I know...”

“Really?”

Lefty hesitated then responded, “Well... I did have a quick look online... No missing babies... But I’m not equipped for a baby... And this is only temporary until I find someone from her family... Maybe a grandparent or Aunt, Uncle... A cousin?”

“So you need help from your pal?”

“Exactly... In the morning I’ll search for her family... But I need some items... To have an extra pair of hands is ideal.”

“Once again as they say: Lefty and Helpy are solving dilemmas for all!”

The catchphrase was initially a joke made by a co-worker but it was now being used so regularly by them.

It’s finally began...

#five nights at freddy's #Parenthood AU #Father!Lefty & Baby Charlie #Story #It has began #Lefty #Lefty-Human #Baby Charlotte #Helpy #Toby- Human Helpy

[lonelydragonflower]

Confession (Risotto x Reader)

Warning: Fluff stuff

College AU

---

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Trish whined as she kept nudging you. Sighing at your little sisters' antics, turning off the hot water that ran from the sink as you finish rinsing the dishes.

"I don't know, Trish. Don't you have a test to study for?" You smiled. Crossing her arms over her chest and replied, "already did." Dang.

"Okay. How about a proposal? You finish cleaning the house and feed Ilya. When you are done, I'll walk you to the party-"

"Frat party," she cut me off.

"yes, the frat party," I laughed a bit. "Deal?" Holding out my hand, Trish hesitantly took it. Shaking it.

Drying my wet hands, I then plopped myself onto the couch. Running my hands through my (H/L) pink hair. Trish and I shared out fathers hair, same color. Our mother had passed away some time ago, he only met us two weeks ago! Ilya jumped onto my stomach...it was just us; Ilya, Trish and I, living in this big and lonely house. Ilya purred and leaned into my touch. Scratching underneath his chin, 'what a cute kitty!' Giggling as I toyed with him. Some time had passed and Trish called him over. The Ragdoll Cat obeyed, happy to be feed, jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Trish had finished.

Getting up, I got ready; putting on a hoodie, fixing my hair and getting my boots on. I waited for Trish by the door, since we both went to the same college - we always walked to campus together.

It was a ten-minute walk, each and every day. Trish came down and the two of us left. It was a nice stroll, a cool breeze blew across my face. Trish seemed so happy, that energy radiated from her. Once we got there, I bade her goodbye, watched her go into the fraternity house.

With that, I left. Walking back home, I stopped by a convenience store. Browsing the aisles, basket in hand, I brought several items including; some stir-fry meat, some bagged rice, bagged vegetables, cheese, and a pineapple. By now, it was very late. On the way home, you got various texts from Trish, most of them were photos of her and her friends, all which you had met before. A grin on your face, you were happy that she was having fun. Opening the door to your home, you were greeted by Ilya.

"Well, hello to you too." You laughed. Setting everything on the kitchen counter, you felt a presence in the dark. reaching into the inside of your left boot, pulling out a knife. hearing the footsteps get closer to the kitchen, you hid before swiping the knife toward the intruder.

"Is that how you greet your own father, (Y/N)?" A hard grip on the blade and a familiar voice. With a gasp, you pulled the knife away. the figure stepped out of the shadow and stood in front of you. Your father, Diavolo, and close behind him, Doppio, your uncle.

Slipping the blade back into your tall boot, you place some distance between your father and his underling. With a glare, "What do you want? How did you get in here?" You seethed.

"Can't I see my own daughters? Speaking of which, where is Trish?" Your father asked.

"Out." Your reply was flat and bland. You took a small glance at his face, he was irked by your remark. He huffed before making his way to your couch. Doppio looked at you then at Diavolo then back at you before you waved at him.

"Hey, Doppio." Said male waved back at you, "hey, (Y/N)." He just stood there before his brother called him over. "Dippio, may you bring me something to drink?" Said underling flinched and shuffled toward the kitchen. Stopping him before could go any further, "don't go in there." you stomped over to your pink-haired father, yanking him out of the couch and out your house. Signaling for Dippio to do the same, quickly marching to the fridge and taking out a juice box. From the kitchen to the living room to the front door.

"Here's your drink!" You spat, furiously throwing it at him. "Don't ever come to my house demanding anything! If you ever want to, learn how to be a father first!" Slamming the door shut and panting heavily, Ilya came out of hiding and rubbed himself against your legs.

"Sorry 'bout all that kitty." Picking up the Ragdoll cat and laying down on the piece of furniture, with Ilya on your stomach. It was late, once you had gotten comfortable, you realized that you had forgotten the food. Getting up to do so, when that was done, it was back to the couch with your feline friend. Instantly, you fell asleep alongside Ilya.

You woke up to the sound of a loud knock, a knock coming from the front door, Ilya still fast asleep. Looking at the clock on the wall; almost two in the morning. Moving the cat aside, you got up to open the door. Looking through the peephole, staring at a familiar face behind the door.

Upon opening the door, it was more than just a familiar face, it was familiar faces. One of them stumbled in, you caught them, their head resting on your chest.

"Hey (Y/N), I've missed these watermelons of yours." sending a glare, "I've missed you too, Formaggio. Now, hands off!" you pushed him off and onto the couch, welcoming the others in.

"Thank you for letting us in (Y/N). Also, sorry for bothering you at this hour." One spoke up; a deep, gruff voice made you blush.

"Its no worry or bother, Risotto. I'm happy to help my dear friends. Even if they show up drunk and grope me the second they walk in." you smiled. Everyone had settled in, some even retired for the evening including; Pecsi, Iluso, Gelato, and Sorbert.

--- "Let me guess, a frat party? Or a drink off?" You inquired. Risotto sighed, Formaggio answered, "a frat party, we saw your little sister. She's not as pretty as you thought."

That's when you decided to check your phone, having four text notifications from Trish and one from Bruno.

Trish❤️️: (Y/N), I'm stayin' @ Bruno's Trish❤️️: Everyone says Hi Trish❤️️: (Y/N) R U up? Trish❤️️: Bruno said to call him

Going to the conversation with Bruno, you opened it.

Bruno: (Y/N), call me

Huffing, you tapped the little phone icon and called said male. Addressing the others in the room, "there is a pineapple in the kitchen. Slice it up and eat it." Hearing the phone ring, Bruno quickly answered.

"(Y/N)?" his soft voice rang into your ear.

"Hey Bruno, thanks for having Trish for the evening." You chuckled, feeling someone's arms around your waist.

"It's no problem, I would let you talk to her but she's asleep. Want me to drop her off in the morning?" you let ou a small yelp when you were pulled back. Falling into Formaggio's lap. Bruno heard and asked if you were alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You can bring Trish by 8:00 tomorrow morning, sounds good?"

"It's perfect. It's late, I'll leave you, so you can rest. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight Bruno." You hung up and tried to squirm out of your friends hold.

"Forma! Let me go!" You whisper-shouted, you fell to the floor with him, he whined, "(N/N), cuddle with me. I love you. Please!" Nuzzling his face into your neck. The smell of alcohol and pineapple emitted from him. Suddenly, the two of you were pulled apart by none other than your crush, Risotto. He gave his friend a death glare before pushing him onto the couch and you into his arms.

"Risotto, give me my (N/N). I want her, I need her." Formaggio whined. Risotto helped the drunk male up off the ground. Setting the tipsy male on the couch, he took a hold of Ilya. The two of them had a love-hate relationship but as long as he wasn't all over you, you didn't care.

"Thanks Riso, I owe ya." You pipped. The moment got awkward; Risotto was still holding onto you and you, blushing...hard. Hearing snickering from the kitchen, directly from Ghiaccio and Melone, Prosciutto drunkingly scolded the two as they burst into laughter.

Pulling away from your crush, hiding sheepishly behind your (h/l) hair. Looking at the time, it was late 1:42. Late, dark and brightly lit by the inside light; that's how it was outside. Formaggio had fallen asleep hugging Ilya.

"It's very late. We all need to sleep. Prosciutto, can you guide these two to their rooms? You can take the west attic room. Riso, follow me, the room you used to sleep in is now Trishs'." Before leaving, Prosciutto hugged you, " I appreciate the hospitality, (Y/N). I'll help prepare breakfast in the morning." He gave you a kiss on the cheek, you returned it. The blonde helped the other two drunks to their rooms.

"C'mon now." You took Risotto's rough hands and led him upstairs. The blush on your face increased. Getting to the top of the stairs, he stopped you.

"(Y/N), we need to talk."

"About what?" Curiously asking the gray-hair man. Instead of answering, he pulled you into your bedroom. Closing the door and locking it.

"I know he was here..." his sentence trailed off. His words made a lump form in your throat. Trying to play dumb with him wouldn't work, it was Risotto after all. Staying silent; he was getting irked.

"Say somethi-" you cut him off.

"What do you want me to say? How much I despise him, how he thinks he can just waltz into my life after the death of my mother. No! Trish and I were and are fine without him! All I want-" you began to sob. Hiding your face behind the curtain of your hair. Concealing your teary face from your crush/best friend.

"If he wants to be apart of my life, I wish he was more understanding. I was fine living without him, without knowing he was my father but now, I wish it would all go away." Resting against his chest; you wanted him to hold you, which he did.

"I hate him but I want to love him, he's my dad." You finished, standing there in the arms of the one person you loved.

"That's what I loved about you, (Y/N). You are passionate about many things, your heart is made of gold." Looking up into his black scleras’ and red irises, you saw a strong emotion behind them, one you couldn't figure out. He picked you up, much like a princess, sitting down with you in his lap.

"Come what may, I'll always be here for you.: He cuddled you. Face in the crook of his neck, stay close to him. He kissed your temple, running his rough fingers through your hair. Eye lids getting heavy, you fell asleep in his arms.

"Sleep well, mi amore." The last thing I head before closing my eyes. The night soon became day. Stirring awake, opening your heavy eyes, cuddling into Risotto...wait...cuddling into Risotto?! You tried to pull away but a strong force wouldn't let you.

"Don't go. Let's stay like this for a while." The male below you grumbled. His silver locks conformed into a mop of cute bed-head. Groaning, "the other's they'll need medicine and care from their hangovers. Ris-" he cut you off, "No! Right now you are mine, you can help them later." Upon hearing "you are mine", your cheeks heated up. He realized and his face heated up, bright pink. Instead of saying something, he pulled you down for a sweet and hard kiss on the lips.

Pulling away, both of you florid faced, you spoke up. "What is all of this?"

With a smile, he answered, "think of it as a confession." Resting together, nice and quiet until.

"(Y/N)!? Where the hell are you? Why is there a half naked man in your house!?" A loud voice broke the moment between you and Risotto. Loud thumping noises could be heard, getting closer and closer and closer until...BAM!

The door was knocked down, entering a troubled Formaggio and an angry father named Diavolo. Your best friend, in his boxers, hid under the covers with you and Risotto. Letting out a shriek, you clung to your boyfriend. He held you tightly and close. That's when your father noticed.

"Since when is her your boyfriend? Get away from my daughter!" Diavolo screamed as Doppio fawned over the two of you; congratulating the both of you.

"Yeah (N/N)! Since when are you Risotto's girl?" Picking you up, Risotto left with you in his arms. Ignoring your father and Formaggio's questions, kissing you hard in front of your father and your best friend, "since now, deal with it." Leaving the two dumbfounded and completely shocked, while Doppio cheered.

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#risotto x reader #risotto nero #jjba #jojo golden wind

[bnhvrdy]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Ben Hardy x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, swearing, fluff

words: 3k

Request: Can you do a fic where the reader gets hot and bothered when she sees ben hardy dressed as rogerina and he fucks her in his trailer while wearing the wig and the whole shabang? xoxo - hope you all enjoy!

Almost silent snores mixed with the blaring of the four-a.m. alarm, a small groan pushed past Ben’s lips.

Eyes closed, his hand mindlessly reached for his annoying iPhone. Empty-handed, Ben pried an eye open only to remember that he purposely placed the resonating piece of shit by the door, a way to really get him up for the early-call of the day’s scene.

Carefully, Ben inched his arm away from the sleeping figure beside him. Once his arm was freed, a small hand wrapped around his bicep and tugged him back towards herself.

“Don’t go,” [Y/n] muttered sleepily.

His eyes scanned her face. Baby hairs curled around her face, her lips slightly swollen and a dry drool stain streaked on the skin that lead from the corner of her mouth to her chin. The black hood of his own sweater hid the rest of her head, a halo of black around her through the darkness mixed with the intruding street and building lights that pushed through the window of the trailer’s bedroom.

Ben rubbed his eye, his lips against her forehead. [Y/n] scooted closer, any attempt to curl her body into his and tempt him back into their joint peaceful slumber. He brushed the little curls from her face into the hoodie and pressed another kiss to her forehead.

“I have to get to set, baby. Sleep in,” Ben murmured huskily into her skin. The grip on his bicep went slack, [Y/n]’s soft snores joined the phone’s blaring that he completely forgot about.

The next time [Y/n] fully woke up, the temptation of sleep almost lulled her right back in. It would have succeeded had she not peeked open her eye and noticed her lover’s body missing.

She couldn’t clearly recall him leaving; all she could recall was that damn ringtone that he refused to change for his alarms. She always teased him for sticking to the default; his rebuttal each time was that he hated it so much, he’d have no choice but to wake in the morning to turn off the damn thing.

[Y/n] smiled to herself, hearing his counter-argument ring in his voice through her head. Arms stretched over her head but under her pillow, toes pointed towards the end of bed and her calves tensing, her chest heaving upwards and her head tilted back with her face scrunched, she released a loud mix of a moan and groan. She rolled herself out of bed, pulling up the sweatpants she stole from Ben and rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie.

With a quick twist to each side and a satisfying crack from her back, [Y/n] looked around the room before she decided to keep the sweatpants but change into a loose shirt with a sports bra underneath.

Just before walking out, [Y/n] noticed the note scribbled in purple dry erase marker on the mirror that covered the entire wall opposite the bed.

On set when you wake up. Music vid shoot today, building c. Get yourself a coffee and anything else. Already paid. See you soon xx

With a coffee in hand and breakfast sandwich in the other, [Y/n] made her way to Building C of the Lot and pushed the door open with her elbow before she sneaked past. A couple quick “good mornings” as she walked towards the set with her coffee cup pressed to her lips and paper bag to her chest.

A small gasp left her lips as she looked around, not believing where she was. She was standing in an exact replica of the iconic Queen music video. The couch and single seat between the coffee table, the kitchen on the other side of the wall, the duster that would be in Rami’s hands as he danced around.

The boys were nowhere to be seen yet, but she couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Rami in a leather mini skirt and wig with a mustache, Gwilym in a night gown and colorful curlers in his wig, Joe with a greyed wig and little bucket hat, Ben in a skirt with his thighs exposed and…She bit her lip with an eyebrow quirked. She took a quick glance around the room, looking for any indication that the boys were going to show themselves.

The sound of her name called out caused [Y/n] to turn around, spotting Joe and Gwilym. Not being able to contain her laughter, she spat out a bit of her coffee before bursting into a little fit. Joe strutted in response, his newspaper acted as a fan. Gwilym wiggled his eyebrows at her as his hands placed themselves onto his hips. Another laugh erupted from her, only cut short with the sound of a wolf whistle.

[Y/n] glanced out and felt her breath stop short. An uncontrollable heat passed through her body and settled in her core at the sight before her.

His pouty lips were coated in pink lip gloss, the soft glow radiating from his cheek bones, the long blonde hair framing his face perfectly, his sheer black pantyhose deliciously stretched over his thick thighs. Her eyes roamed over his figure a few more times before their eyes met, a knowing smirk on Ben’s lips and a sly smile on her own. She felt the heat rushing to her cheeks, growing hotter in her belly.

“I see you got my note,” Ben chuckled and reached for [Y/n]’s coffee. She’d normally playfully yank it away from, pointing out that he should have gotten his own, but her attention was on how beautifully the pink gloss sat on his puckered lips. It took Ben moving her coffee right in front of her for her to blink, focusing her attention anywhere but Ben’s glittery pink lips.

Ben’s lips moved, his words not heard. A lazy, satisfied smile splayed across [Y/n]’s face and with a small step forward, she reached for a lock of blonde hair and twirled it carefully between her fingers. The golden lock slipped past her fingers, her hand now sat dangerously close to the first button of the white shirt.

“You look so pretty, baby,” [Y/n] disclosed loud enough for herself and for Ben to stop talking.

Ben’s eyes stayed on her face. He watched her eyes droop down, her finger alternated between flicking against the first button of his shirt and tugging at the string of the hat that sat on his back; through those half-lidded eyes, he was sure that her irises completely disappeared, hiding behind her full-blown pupils.

“You are so pretty, baby,” she cooed, her hand moved back to his hair, mindlessly (more like pretending to) fixing the locks she played with and stepped closer so that her lips brushed against his chin.

Ben swallowed; his eyes took a quick glance around the room to reassure himself that no one way paying attention to the way his girlfriend pressed herself to him. He wasn’t sure if anybody could tell he was blushing underneath the full-coverage foundation, but he could feel the heat crawl its way up his neck and onto his face, some of it traveling down south. He wasn’t sure how he’d pull off an erection in a skirt that was above his midthighs.

“What’s going through that head of yours, pretty girl” Ben urged. [Y/n] peeked up at him through her eyelashes, her lip worried between her teeth, her hand brushed against the belt of his skirt. The heat in his body grew hotter, his body pressed closer to hers to cover his growing erection. His lips pressed to her warm cheek, a low whimper came from her.

“Is it the lip gloss” his hand cupped her chin, thumb brushed across her bottom lip, “is it the hair,” his eyes glanced around before pushing his thumb past her lips and into her mouth, “or is it the way the skirt hugs my legs?”

With her eyes rolling into the back of her head, [Y/n] sucked on his thumb, eliciting a soft groan and a flutter of his eyes as she swirled her tongue around, seconds before moving away, letting go with a pop.

“All of it,” [Y/n] answered, almost breathlessly, eyelashes batting up at him.

Her nails raked down his chest, his torso, fingers brushed past the soft material of his skirt, nails dragging down his thighs with a little more force. Ben looked down, his eyes glued to the tears in his pantyhose. He glanced up, a sly and sultry smile on [Y/n]’s face.

“Oops,” she played off innocently, pushing her way through the crowd and towards the door, a wink thrown Ben’s way as she exited.

Ben groaned internally. He called to one of the assistant director’s, notifying them that he somehowmanaged to tear the pantyhose, that he’d be right back for the scene after he changed into a new pair. He pushed his way through the crowd, following the path of his girlfriend, a brief stop and playful glare towards a knowing and giggling Joe.

The first thing Ben noticed when he entered his trailer was [Y/n] sitting on the small kitchenette counter, one leg cross over the over, her foot bouncing, and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. A sly grin spread across his gloss-covered lips, he made his way towards her. Her legs uncrossed and spread, allowing him access, his hands settled on the counter on the sides of her legs. His nose brushed against her jaw, a quick intake from her side.

“Mm,” Ben hummed, his bangs tickling her skin. “You look so pretty right now, baby,” Ben whispered, his lips ghosting over her skin. “All hot and bothered. Just because of me, isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

His left hand moved to her thigh, a squeeze when she took too long to respond.

“Yes,” she breathed out, “God, yes.”

Ben hummed in satisfaction, his nose ran up her throat and up to the sweet spot just below her ear. A deep chuckled left his lips, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Is it because you want to know what it feels like to have my glossed lips on your skin? Pressed against each and every inch? Or is it that you want me to fuck you good while I’m wearing the skirt? Hmm?” Ben teased and finally pressed his lips to her sweet spot. A quiet moan and her head lulling to the side at the simple feeling, the way the gloss stuck to her skin as his lips pulled away.

“Anything else, pretty girl?” Ben murmured, his finger trailing down her chest and down the valley of her breasts, dipping into the waistband of her (his) sweatpants. Her chest heaved up and down, another one of his fingers slipping into the waistband and fingering the waistband of her panties.

“I want to fuck myself on your thighs,” [Y/n] whimpered, her hands gripped the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” Ben implored. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer. [Y/n]’s legs wrapped around his waist, crossing at the ankles. A small grind of her hips against his caused Ben to groan his hands moving from her thighs to her ass and he moved them both to the couch.

Her hands went down to his thigh, her nails dragging up and down the small tears. She looked at him, her eyes completely black, silently begging him to let her finish the job. He responded by pushing himself lower on the couch, his black skirt riding up and revealing his garter, his arms thrown over the back of the couch with an arched eyebrow.

With a swift movement, [Y/n] ripped the pantyhose off that entire leg. Fingers trailed over every inch of skin and muscle, the tips dipping into the garter, causing Ben to shiver, his hand moving to hold her face.

“Strip for me, pretty girl. Let me see you,” Ben exhorted.

[Y/n] all but ripped off her clothes. She settled herself back onto Ben’s exposed thigh, her wet pussy on his bare skin. They moaned at the sensation. [Y/n]’s hands on Ben’s shoulders, his own on her bare hip, helping her move, helping her fuck herself on his thigh.

Moans filled the trailer, Ben’s eyes trained on the patch of glistening skin of his thigh. She ground herself harder onto the tense muscle, faster as she felt her slick cover both of their thighs. Her hands grip onto his shoulder, her hips rocking herself against faster and faster. Ben tenses his leg and lifts it up, a gasp escapes her lips as it hits her clit so deliciously well.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered

Ben’s hands found her hips and he’s guided her movements, pulling her higher onto his thigh. Her clit caught on the garter and her forehead is pressed against his neck, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her body is shaking from her high.

“Good girl,” Ben breathed, his hands pushing her down onto his thigh. Little sighs and gasps left her lips as she moved back to look at him. Her eyes moved down to his thigh, soaked along with the garter. She moaned at the sight before looking back at him.

“We’ve got to make this one quick, baby,” Ben urged. His hand tapped [Y/n]’s thigh, she climbed off, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Ben’s hands moved to the waistband of the black skirt and [Y/n] frantically told called him to stop. Ben’s thumb hooked into the waistband, his eyes on her and eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Keep the skirt on,” [Y/n] blurted. Ben paused for a moment, his lips parted and eyes growing darker. His hands frantically pulled down his underwear and pulled the skirt up higher, his hand stroking his cock while he positioned himself behind her.

            “Yeah?” Ben breathed. His free hand ran down her rear, to her back, pushing her down until she was on her elbows. [Y/n]’s face pressed into a pillow, whimpers of anticipation leaving her lips as she pushed herself back.

           His cock pushed into her elicited a breathy moan, [Y/n]’s legs quivering. She’s thankful for Ben’s hand on her hip, her hands gripping the edge of the pillow below her. She’s laid back on her elbows, her lips parted at the full feeling of Ben’s cock in her wet pussy, the heat in her belly building when she felt the skirt brush against her skin.

           “Fuck,” [Y/n] breathed.

           His pace started slow, Ben reveled in the way her velvet walls clenched around him, sending him into euphoria. [Y/n]’s mewling at how well he fits, the fullness of his cock in her, how deep he reaches.

           Ben’s movements picked up in speed, his hips rolling against [Y/n]’s. Bruising on her skin could feel from his tight hold on her hips, keeping her from falling over. His cock drives in and out of her, the fabric of the skirt brushing against your skin with each and every movement. His lips kiss her back, any remains of the pink gloss smeared over her sweaty skin.

           “Such a pretty girl,” Ben murmured, his hand moving from [Y/n]’s hip, down to her clit. His finger skillfully toying with her nub, her mouth parted open and cries of pleasure, his name on her lips.

           [Y/n]’s cheek pressed into the pillow, her gasps and pleas for him to make her cum elicit a groan from him. He can tell how close she is by the way she’s clenches around him, how breathy her voice gets, her back arched and her skin hot.

           [Y/n] cried out frustration when her walls clenched around nothing. Moments later, she’s on her back with her legs wrapped around Ben’s waist. His hands laid beside her head, her own gripping onto his back; she desperately wished he was shirtless.

           “C’mon, baby,” Ben coaxed.

           His hips rolled, thighs beginning to tremble at how well she takes him. She mewled at how beautiful he looks, fucking her in the skirt and his makeup all done. The knot in her belly on the verge of snapping with the way the skirt brushes against her clit every time he pumps himself in and out of her soaked pussy. Her head’s thrown back, mouth open and silent screams ripping through her body when his hand slithers down, thumb rubbing her sensitive nub in tight circles, the skirt’s fabric tickling her hot skin.

           “Let go, pretty girl. I got you,” Ben grunted.

           White spots cloud her vision, [Y/n] gasped and her body arched off the couch. Body covered in a sheen layer of sweat and the scent of sex wafts through the trailer. Ben’s grunts, his movements sloppy and fast as he chases his high and helps [Y/n] ride out hers.        

           He groaned, his hips stuttering, lips hovered over [Y/n]’s. She’s looking up at him with her eyes hooded, a tired smile on her lips. Ben presses a soft kiss to her, swallowing her gasp when he pulls himself out. The skirt brushes against her sensitive pussy, her body aching deliciously.

           Ben stood on his knees, tucking his hair behind his ear and [Y/n] laughed/ Ben quirked a perfectly filled eyebrow in question, mouth open and ready to question her but never saying it, the trailer filled with furious knocks on the door.

           “Ben! You’ve been due back on set twenty minutes ago!” a muffled voice shouted.

           Ben quickly grabbed his underwear, pulling them on and grabbing his phone before [Y/n] called out to him. He turned, his eyes glued back onto her spent body and the way she’s sitting up on her elbows.

           “Extra pantyhose in the bag on the table,” [Y/n] giggled blissfully.

           Ben grabs the back, running to her and pressing his lips to her red, bitten ones. He’s about to murmur something about seeing you later when the knocks return.

           “Come back in the outfit,” [Y/n] commands.

           “I’m plannin’ onit,” Ben cheekily replied, his lips spread into a grin and sends her a wink before he closed the door behind him.

           She loved that outfit.

tagging some mutuals! : @benshvrdy, @rogersben, @silvver-rose, @nomadsgrogers, @brownhardyho, @mazzelloplots, @rogermeaddows, @1-800-ugly-godess, @queenscoolcat

#ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy fanfic #borhap imagine #c's good company

[ft-dads-au]

All I Want for Christmas...

Home for the Holidays 2019 Prompt: Strength A collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3 | Next: Ch 2

Chapter 1

December 23, 2013

Seat 17D.

During the two-plus hours Rogue had spent waiting at the airport until it was time to board, he had checked his ticket often enough to know it by heart now. He made his way through the middle aisle of the plane, seats A and B were on his right, C and D on his left, so he was lucky enough to have a window seat. When he found it, he sat down and sent a message from his phone to inform Sting that he was on the plane, before turning on airplane mode.

The plane was pleasantly warm, so he took off his thick winter coat and put it underneath the seat in front of him. He put his carry on bag there as well, carefully as to not break the bottle of wine he had bought at one of the duty-free shops, and fastened his seat belt.

People were still boarding the plane, so Rogue decided to wait before taking a nap or immersing himself in the fictional world of his own writing until after the departure had been announced. There was a card inside the pocket of the seat in front of him. From the icons on it, he could see it was an instruction for on-board safety, so he kept himself busy inspecting it.

“Good morning!”

Rogue looked up from the card to see who had greeted him. A loud young woman with long, silvery-white hair was taking up the seat next to him. She carried a medium-sized suitcase with a design of white angel wings on the front. It was too large to fit under the seat, so she stored it in the luggage compartment above them.

“Morning,” Rogue grumbled. It was just past 7, and he had been up and about since 3 AM, getting ready and reaching the airport two hours before departure, as was advised.

The last thing he wanted right now was to engage in small talk with a stranger. He pulled his hoodie over his head and stared out the window, hoping that the girl would take the hint he was giving with his unsociable behavior.

“Man, what a drag! I never fly this early, but I wanted to surprise my little sister before she got home from work,” the girl yapped. Either she ignored the hints he was giving her, or she was too dense to pick up on them. “Are you visiting family for the holidays as well?”

Rogue slowly turned towards her again, wondering what answer he should give her. He rarely told any lies, but perhaps ‘no, I’m going to stay with the ex I’m not over yet and celebrate the holidays with him and his parents,’ wasn’t the best way to avoid any more questions.

“Yeah, I will be spending the holidays with family,” he answered instead. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t actually lying. He just failed to specify that it wasn’t his own family he was visiting.

The anxiety he’d managed to suppress for most of the day was suddenly rising up within him. Both from thinking about his own family and from the thought of seeing Sting again after almost half a year.

In-person, that is.

They still texted a lot, and video chatted almost daily. In terms of getting someone out of your head and out of your heart, this was by far the dumbest thing to do. They both knew that, and yet neither of them was fully ready to let go.

Maybe he should have just bit the bullet and dragged himself through another lonely Christmas break with alcohol and comfort food. As depressing as it may have been, it would probably pale in comparison to how he’d feel on his return flight.

“Are you okay? Your face is whiter than a sheet of paper.”

Rogue put the safety instructions back inside the seat pocket and hid his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. “I’m fine,” he muttered between breaths, and explained it away with something that was, again, not really a lie, but only a part of the truth. “It’s just my first time flying, that’s all.”

“Oh God, you’re not going to barf, are you?” The girl grimaced and scooted towards the other end of her seat, as far away from him as possible. She handed him a brown paper bag that she pulled out of the seat pocket of the seat in front of her, “here, you can have mine, I don’t need it anyway.”

Just when Rogue wanted to refuse the offer, the crackling of white noise started coming out of the plane’s intercom. The captain’s voice started making some announcements. The flight attendants demonstrated the use of oxygen masks and life vests, pointed out the location of the safety exits and checked the seatbelts. Once the captain had wished everyone a pleasant flight, the intercom went off again. The plane started rolling forward, and takeoff was initiated.

“Takeoff and landing are the worst. Once we’re up in the air, you won’t even know we’re moving most of the time. Oh yeah, and the change of pressure is going to do some annoying shit to your ears. Want some bubblegum? The chewing helps.”

Rogue was ready to protest that he wasn’t that stressed out, that the only annoying thing happening to his ears right now was her voice, but then the engines started roaring, and the plane accelerated quickly. He looked out the small window, heart racing as the surroundings flew by, and at a sudden tilt of the aircraft, started getting smaller.

The airport disappeared into the distance as they flew across the capital. All of its tall buildings now looked like miniatures of a model. He held his breath and watched in awe, thinking that it was almost as if he was flying on his own, soaring through the sky like a bird. It made him feel free, but at the same time, the thought that home, his city, his country, were all far away now brought some of the nerves back again. Once they breached the clouds, it was all out of sight, and he wished that he had accepted the bubblegum.

~~~

Once Rogue had retrieved his luggage and made it through customs and passport control, he followed the stream of travelers into the arrival hall. It wasn’t a surprise to see a lot of people waiting there to reunite with their loved ones. Christmas was only two days from now, after all. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and the sounds of happy chattering bounced off the walls, the whole scene sent a wave of emotions through him that he suppressed with all his might.

‘No, not now, pull yourself together,’ Rogue mentally reprimanded himself, closing his eyes and breathing through the moment until it subsided. He searched through the crowd, looking for that familiar face, nervous just like he had been during both takeoff and landing, if not worse.

And then he found him, eyes blue like the sky that seemed to sparkle as soon as they met Rogue’s own. His smile was bright enough to light up the whole room, and Rogue could only think one thing when he approached him, rolling his heavy suitcase along over the smooth airport flooring.

‘How am I going to survive myself around you for the next twelve days?’

Sting met him halfway, his happy grin now reduced to a shy smile. His hands were in his pockets and his gaze ping-ponged between Rogue and the floor. He was nervous as well, and that made sense, but he pulled Rogue in for a hug anyway.

Rogue tried not to dwell on how much he had missed this, the warmth and closeness and the scent of whatever that cursed cologne he was wearing was, but it was over way too soon. When they pulled away, there was a short second of hesitation, a kiss waiting to happen, but neither of them followed through.

“Uhm...hey, how was your flight?” Sting immediately took over the suitcase as they crossed the hallway into the airport’s main hall, and Rogue just let him.

‘My dad taught me to always be a gentleman,’ he remembered him saying when he asked him what the deal with all the cheesy gestures was. It took Rogue a while to get used to it, and he’d probably have to get used to it again, now that their break-up didn’t seem to be a reason for that to change.

“It was alright,” Rogue shrugged. “Getting on and off the plane was a hassle, but the flight itself went by pretty quickly. I think I slept through half of it, to be honest.”

“That’s good, you must have been up really early. When was the last time you ate?”

Rogue checked his watch. It was almost noon, but that was Magnolian time. Edolas was two hours ahead, so that meant it should be around 2 PM now. He made a mental note to readjust his watch to display the right time later.

“I had breakfast at home before I left, and coffee and a snack at Crocus airport while waiting. Guess that’s been a while.”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, but-” Rogue stopped in front of a gift shop, something that had been on his mind but was forgotten over nerves and resurfacing memories suddenly came back to him. “There’s something I want to do first,” he revealed, and without any further explanation, Rogue entered the gift shop to buy some flowers to go with the wine, determined to show his gratitude to his hosts and maybe give himself a moment or two to compose himself.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #stingue #ftlgbtholidays2019 #ftlgbtales #fics #prompt: strength

[maikatc]

Black Sun Tale | The Wolf

i don’t know how to explain, but this is another one of those chapters i have dreamed of writing for ages, so get ready for some things to turn up 

remember this is a first draft and only has minor edits, but enjoy! comments and reception are always appreciated. 

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“Oliver is weird.” Ayu crouched back to the alley wall with his sketchbook. 

“What makes you say that?” Annette asked, braiding her long strands of hair together. 

The tired-eyed boy bobbed his head down, contemplating the next words.

Wouldn’t Oliver not want anyone to know?

“He- he needs a lot of help.”

Annette’s eye curved up. “Like, mental problems help?”

“That too.”

The girl rested her head upon her knees. “Is it a Black Sun gang thing you don’t want me to know about?”

Ayu chucked his pencil to the stuff-pile. “Actually, I don’t even know if it has to do with that or not.”

“Wow. That’s new,” she placed back a finger she has on the ground. “So, how’s that going for you then?”

Ayu puffed his face in pondering of her question, his cheeks growing a wrong shade of red as he held air. He blew out, “God, I don’t know I’m doing anymore. This is just wrong.” He slapped his hands against his head. “I mean, I don’t think any of this is my fault but- would it be if I let something… really, really bad happen?”

She added another finger. “Depends. Do you have good intentions?”

Ayu slipped down onto the floor. “Do you think I know if I have good intentions anymore? Almost everything I do ends up fucking itself over.”

“Well,” she drew a circle on the ground. “You don’t have to make a decision now, don’t you?”

He covered his face up with his hoodie, enjoying the new scent before it wore off. “No…”

“Then that can be your answer for now. Unless the time comes or something extremely bad happens like you said.” She scuffed up his hair. “You can just go with the flow for now and think about it in the meantime.”

Ayu matted out the mess after. “I guess you’re right.”

“Hope that settles itself soon if ya don’t want me involved.” Annette grabbed a deck of cards to the side of her. “We can make it special next week by bringing dominos,” she mumbled. 

“Annette, can I text Oliver?”

She whipped her head back to him. “We haven’t given him a walkie yet?”

“Forgot to ask you at the mall.”

“Fiddlesticks,” she snapped. “Fine, just don’t go snooping around.” She handed him the phone with Oliver’s number already on the page. The picture on the side set Ayu unsettled with how unfittingly humorous it was.

He typed using his index finger and spelled out every word until autocorrect fixed up everything. 

It’s me Ayu

Do you wanna come over soon? Or when you don’t have stuff to do? (2:33pm)

Not right now (2:35pm)

“Are you gonna stay on my phone for a while? I got War set up for you.”

Ayu shushed her. 

You busy or something? (2:35pm)

“I should use this to practice spelling,” Ayu muttered.

“Not that bad of an idea,” Annette replied. In the corner of Ayu’s eye, she squinted her eyes against the art in a single card. 

Yeah, I’m kinda busy. Dying both physically and mentally at the moment. (2:37pm)

“Fuck.” 

“What’s he saying?” Annette chirped in. She peeped behind Ayu at the phone in question. 

“Not now.” He shoved her aside. 

Oh… do you wanna talk with me while? (2:38pm)

No. (2:38pm)

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered to himself. 

Then text me if you want anything. Annette can just talk to me on the walkie if you do later (2:40pm)

Okay (2:43pm)

Ayu sighed and threw his head back at the wall. 

“I hate it when they say ‘Okay’,” Annette commented. 

He lowered his eyes back at her looking at the screen and handed back her phone. “Here. Delete the conversation.”

“Wha- Why?”

“Just do it,” he ordered.

Icon sounds rang as she taped through options. “Can we at least play one game before I have to go?” She scooted a set of cards to the boy. 

Ayu glanced against the thin slices of paper. “You just wanna have fun, don’t you?”

“Not really,” Annette replied. “I just don’t want you to worry is all.”

***

“It’s been two hours, Lillie.” Ayu laid against his stuff-pile. “And I feel like he’s still dying.”

“What would you do if he was already dead?”

Ayu scoffed. “Like hell would I know. I learned all his ‘I wanna die’ stuff like two days ago and figured out he eats people two weeks ago. Those are two very different things and I don’t know how to feel about both.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Do you think I could come up with an answer right now?”

She chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. It’s just that Oliver’s a bit more interesting than the other monsters, isn’t he?”

“Don’t say that,” Ayu reminded. “At least… don’t think of it as a fact.”

“I wonder if you could be considered a monster too.”

Ayu snapped, “Why would I be a monster?”

“You’re the reason they’re here, right?” She joked, “Oh, what if your first wish is the reason why he’s here now?”

The boy blinked up, mouth in silence. “Fuck…” He attempted to face-palm, only to sloppily hit himself in the face with his strength, hissing and repeating, “Fuck, I didn’t even think of that!” A well of tears heated up from the pain, but the guilt overpowered it all. 

Lillie gasped. Her voiced morph to that of a child as she spoke, “Ayu! Don’t do that!”

He smiled at her young voice through his tears. “You don’t have to worry, Lil. I heal fast,” he sniffed. He waved his hand across the air, hoping to be able to grab the girl’s hand. Though all he was met with was the smoke of Obodo. 

He sighed as his surroundings greeted him with traffic again.

The sting from his hit rang throughout his entire body. He blanketed a cold hand on it again. With the other hand, he wiped up the droplets on his face. “God, damn it,” he whimpered. 

Through his sobbing, he grabbed his journal and pencil yet again to the newest page. 

November 10th, 201X

I fucked up. 

The screeches of a walkie talkie’s static cut his train of thought.

“Ayu? You’re not asleep, right? Ayu?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat before answering. “What’s up?”

“The ceiling– ah– Oliver just texted me, or you technically.”

Shit. “What’d he say?”

“Kinda vague but he just said that he’s coming.”

Ayu blinked. “Wait, right now?”

“Twenty minutes ago. Just checked my phone and yeah sorry about that.”

He swatted his hand back to his almost bruise. “Okay then, gotta look decent. Bye,” he rushed and hung up. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Akeldama! I swear to God just help me for once.” 

“For a wish?” 

“For a favor,” he whined. “Can you just hide this thing in front of Oliver, please?”

“Why should I,” he asked. 

“Because you’re the one who did the favor of hiding my entire identity from the world and this is just a small bruise, not even my eye!” He hissed at nobody.

“Ha, I thought you’d be capable enough to do it yourself at this point.”

Ayu clenched his fists. “Come on. Can you just do it already?”

“Do it yourself.”

“Wh-,” he pulled his hair. “You asshole!”

Akeldama chuckled. “You shan’t need to panic over it. Besides you better shush your mouth; Oliver’s about to arrive.”

Ayu blabbered out gibberish in reaction. “Damn it, Akeldama why do you,” he jabbered while matting his bangs over the mark. 

Two steps echoed at the alley’s opening. “…Ayu?”

The boy turned around, knees wobbling in his crouched position. What stood ahead of him was as expected. Oliver’s small figure shadowed over Ayu as his breathing quickened. “Hey,” he stuttered, his eyes crooked in greeting. 

Oliver’s hood hid majority of his face. He stepped down next to Ayu without any words and rested his head upon his arms and knees. 

Ayu spoke out after two minutes of nothing. “How’re you doing?”

“Tired,” he replied. “Hungry and tired.”

“Then you haven’t…”

“No,” he answered. “I didn’t even want to go here but I did unconsciously.”

Ayu shook his head. “How does that even work?”

“I still don’t know after four years.” He pulled down his hood more. “Just be careful. If I go unconscious for an even longer time then that’s when it’s too late.”

Ayu chewed on his cheek. “Am I gonna know when that happens?”

“No. That’s why it sucks.” He muffled, “and I’m sorry for that.” He faced away from Ayu.

The black-haired boy tensed. Anything that happens won’t be that bad though. “How much does it hurt?”

“You wanna know,” he groaned. 

Ayu nodded. 

“… Life is burning and my body is aching all over,” he stated. “And there’s a pit in my chest and stomach that keeps pounding every single second that makes it even worse.”

Ayu made a hum and nodded. A cold sweat dripped from the corner of his head. “Good to know.” 

A loud horn blasted throughout the streets following with a police siren. Ayu bolted his eyes up at the sound; however, as he strayed his eyes to Oliver, his shaken hands pulled down on his hood, covering up his entire face. 

Ayu’s expression closed up. 

“Oliver, why’re you hiding your face?”

 The covered-up kid said no words; he sat still against his now crossed up arms. Only a murmur could be heard to Ayu. “You can look yourself. Don’t think there’s any point of hiding it from you.”

You are right now though, he retorted. With a hesitant hand, Ayu slip the hood off Oliver’s head.

His face was that of a fantasy. He kept his eyes shut however his skin deteriorated from his eyelids to his cheeks. His veins carried through with a clear black against his pale brown skin. The black markings crept throughout down to his neck and further to his hands as Ayu gazed. Soon, the cursed child opened up his eyes, stricken with fear. They weren’t lavished with a soft green; they were painted over with a bloody red while the white morphed to a musty yellow. 

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

Oliver averted his stare and sighed. “It gets worse as time goes on. Usually starts the day I have to eat.”

“Can… can anyone else see this?”

Oliver shook his head. “No. Like I guessed, you seem to be the only one.”

Ayu held no reply. The sight of someone in a state like that… God knows if I’m the one who made this happen.

He pondered over a turnover of the situation. Though, all he could turn to was a half-assed solution. 

“Since no one can actually see you like this,” he started, “do you wanna go somewhere? Like the park or something?”

Oliver stared back at him with dead eyes. 

“I mean- only if you feel like it. We don’t have to-”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“Wait,” Ayu paused. “Yes?”

Oliver bit his bruised lip from what Ayu could tell. “We can go there.”

“I- alright then.” He jumped up, dragging Oliver up by the arm. He grew an off-beat smile. “Let’s get going.”

His face’s bruise still stung. 

***

The day at Felle Park went by with only clouds striking over. There was no change with the children running around and playing and yelling all over. 

Ayu let Oliver to cling on to him as support while he stumbled across the sidewalks. The extra weight was only a feather for the twig. Ayu spoke to him in casual talk, both waiting and receiving no replies. 

It was only when they entered into the playground did Oliver break away from Ayu. 

“Huh?” 

Oliver stumbled and wobbled across his path. Ayu, with only a question mark forming in his head, followed. 

“Oliver, what’d you wanna do here?”

The kid plopped his way onto the swig-set. 

Ayu cocked his head as he still got no reply. 

Oliver dug up his feet against the dirty mulch. And his swing swung itself back and forth with barely any force. 

Ayu shrugged and sat next to him on another swig. By a big kick, he already set himself flying. 

Throughout a minute, he launched himself off the swing without a shred of patience. 

There wasn’t much to remember by; there were other things at the park that was more exciting in Ayu’s favor. He looked back at Oliver, still rocking his swing without effort, digging himself a little grave for his feet. 

Ayu walked up towards him and sighed. “Don’t you wanna go on the slides or the merry-go-rounds?” He muttered to himself, “The merry-go-round is my favorite so-”

“I’m fine.” He answered in a mute tone. “I just go on the swings since I can think better. Plus, moving a lot makes it hurt more.”

Ayu’s brows furrowed. “Then why did you let me take you to the park?”

“I blacked out a little while you were asking, Ayu. Besides, it seemed like you wanted to.” He assured, “Now if you go and play then I disappear on you, don’t worry since I’m probably off eat-”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ayu paced. “Oliver, I’m trying my best to be a good person for you. I really am. But if you aren’t working together with me then… then-”

“Why don’t we go to the forest?”

Ayu paused. Oliver’s question lingered at the tip of his mouth. “What?”

“It’s quiet there, unlike here where everything is too loud.” He lifted his head up with a small crease of a smile. “Just nice there in general, yanno?”

Ayu leered at him. The words sat there in front of him, all suspicions and hunches charged up in between. 

It’s a trap, isn’t it? 

“Oliver, you remember the last time we were there?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he scoffed. “I like the silence anyways.”

“… You sure about that?” 

He nodded in boring eyes. “Yes. The children here are rather annoying in reality.”

“That isn’t him.”

“Ah,” Ayu took a step back. “Let me just… think about it for a second.”

“Why don’t we just go already,” he spat. “It’s an easy question, Ayu.”

“I-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to be a good person for me?” 

Ayu looked back. What exactly’ll happen if we do?

“He’ll try and eat you,” Lillie replied in his head. 

But what if I can find a way to stop him? It’s not like I’ll actually die from him. 

“Are you truly risking that?”

“As long as Akeldama doesn’t do anything,” Ayu sighed under his breath. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he brushed off. “But let’s go to the forest like you said. 

“Thanks.” He stood up, cleaning up his cardigan from the mulch. He stepped his way towards the gate entrance of the forest. “Come on, Ayu. The playground really is hurting my ears a little.”

Please be fine. “Yeah, sure,” he replied with wary eyes but followed. 

*

The two walked across the woods of Felle with steps rigged from one another. Ayu babbled, but also attempted to study Oliver despite how distracted his ramblings grew. 

“So, you think of Lucia, right? She’s like a bad kid after Lexi died. But really, the only reason why she got mad after her death was because of her bloodline with Aria and Coco.”

“Mhm,” Oliver replied. 

“She was pissed enough to just leave the group so that meant Evie and Hiro had to do the rest of the work, which that just caused an entire mess to happen.”

“…That sounds really interesting, Ayu. I like it.” Oliver gave him a warm grin. 

Jokes on you, my writing is shit. 

The grass they stepped upon crackled onto the muddy ground. Rocks scattered throughout the pathway leaving tripping spots. 

“Are you sure ‘bout that, Ollie? I’d say my stuff is too confusing.” He scratched his head, kicking a rock and waiting for a reaction. 

Oliver perked up. “It’s not that confusing, Ayu. Just takes a good mind to understand.” He chuckled, “Like solving a puzzle you can say.”

Ayu glared. “You’re just saying that because you’re smart.”

Oliver turned to him with lowered eyes. “If you’re saying I’m smart for understanding, wouldn’t that make you smart for creating it?” 

“It’s not that I’m smart; I just don’t have any other life,” Ayu retorted. 

Oliver only giggled. And Ayu almost found it genuine. Something gratifying to hear, in truth.

The trees’ whistles were absent compared to Ayu’s walk prior. Solely crickets and cicadas chirped in the distance. The disappearance of the cars, the crowds, the animals, the flower songs, it all isolated Ayu with what only appeared to be Oliver.

They walked on with the redhead leading the path. He passed logs with ease; he stepped along the embedded footprints through his every movement. 

Ayu just tripped over a little mud valley. 

Oliver smirked at him. “You haven’t been here often, haven’t you?” 

Ayu lifted his head to see a blackened hand in front of him. He shook his head with eyes shut. “Just blame getting distracted.”

He dragged him up. “Doesn’t matter now. We’re almost there anyways.” 

This is it. “Almost where?”

Oliver walked down further. “You’ll see… right here.” He shoved off a branch of a tree, opening a recollection. 

The same stump laid barren in the middle of the dirty field. No rays of sun fell upon them as they entered. Rusty stains of blood still dressed up the grass while all the clumps of meat had disappeared. 

Ayu’s mouth ran without him. “Oliver, why did you bring me here?”

The kid went to sit on the small stump. He mouthed silent words with a blank face: 

“Sorry, friend.”

In only a blink, he was out of Ayu’s sight. 

“Shit.” Ayu turned in all directions to find the fellow. “So that’s how he does it, huh?” He took a deep breath then a big gulp. 

His eyes twitched to every direction. “S-so is it gonna be some magic?”

No reply. 

“A knife?”

Silence. 

“Your damn teeth…?” He huffed. 

His heart raced; his breathing quickened in impatience; his hands shook with anticipation. 

He whimpered out. “Oliver, I know you’re trying to kill me right now but…” He winced at pressing his bruise. “If I ever did anything, and if I ever do anything, I’m sorry. I’m just a dumbass.”

He cried to the air as his eyes burned. “I’m not gonna die but I don’t wanna hurt you. I don’t care if you can’t even hear this.” He paced his way to stand on the stump. “I’m sorry that you’re in pain; I’m sorry that your life is like this now; and I’m sorry if it’s all my fault!”

His last words echoed through the field. 

However, a rustle in the bush replied to him. 

He whipped his head back at the sound. The bush remained mute until a familiar voice rang in Ayu’s head. 

With a stone-cold voice. All he spoke to him was, “Get ready,” before the beast pounced. 

In a split second, a large yet slim figure leaped out of the bushes towards Ayu. It threatened the boy with its mouth and fangs open wide in front of him. 

Ayu jumped out of the way with lucky initiation. He tumbled against the ground through his fall. Flinching through his now scratched up limbs, he pushed himself up and his eyes met what was growling at him. 

The figure was covered up in black fur, marching around the terrain with its boney paws and cutting up grass with its bladed claws. Its glare shined bright with vermillion while a dark mist eroded from all over its wolf-like body. 

“Holy fuck,” Ayu gasped. 

The wolf pounced yet again at Ayu, only for him to jump out of every attack. Left and right, he played mouse for the beast as it continued to grow more and more vicious with its snarls. 

“Okay, what the hell can I do here,” he panted. 

“Beat it,” he replied. 

Ayu’s legs ran weak the longer the tag game went on. His late signal began buzzing in his head as he cursed it. 

Time dwindled while the wolf started to match his speed. 

“What the hell do you mean by just beat it? Like-” He brought himself to a halt before another attempt of clobbering him. 

The boy held his breath as the wolf got closer; and right before it could make a bite, Ayu socked him. 

The wolf flew off to the side of the field. It jerked against its injury and whimpered from the pain. 

Ayu’s lifted his body up from impact. His ears grew white noise; his mind turned into static. He stared blankly at the creature with dead eyes. 

“Beat it before it gets to others, Ayu.” The repeated command was the only thing he could here. 

He strolled his way to the monster, weak and immobile. It went on to cry for its pathetic life. He started with a kick, making it grimace, then kicked it again countless of times. He was deaf to its whines and pouts, he only watched it curl up and struggle to defend itself.

It took until the thing deteriorated into a black form, deep and pure in an abyss, and it transformed back into a small boy. He shook and whimpered against the hits. 

Ayu froze. 

The boy sat up in quivering arms. In only a second he vomited a dark red liquid. His skin paled and his eyes widened of shock. He pulled back his burgundy hair, no speed aiming him, just staring at the pool of blood. But like an alarm, his eyes darted up to a stilled Ayu, who only stared back with burning tears. 

“Y-you’re still here…”

Ayu got down to where Oliver sat and clung onto his shoulders to form a hug. 

He cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeated his apologies to no end.

Oliver’s movements weren’t there, no flinches, no fidgets. He mumbled out few words. “You’re not dead…”

Ayu held him back, still holding his shoulders. “I know! But I hurt you because of it like an idiot!”

“No… no, that was fine,” he argued. “You were the first to ever- wait did I make that bruise-”

“That doesn’t matter!” He sniffed, “You’re the one that’s hurt because of me.”

Oliver’s face softened. “That’s more impressive than anything, Ayu.”

“No, it isn’t!” He whined, and he didn’t stop until his throat clogged up. 

Oliver’s voice returned. “Ayu, are you choking!?” 

He coughed, “No- just,” coughed again, “crying a bit too much I think.”

“Oh god.” Oliver pulled a hair strand. “I forgot how dehydrated you are.”

“It’s fine-”

Oliver stood up immediately. “Here. I’ll get water for you.” He flinched and pressed on his stomach. “Christ- I’ll just be paying you a favor of being, well, alive.” He dashed off without Ayu’s ability to speak. 

“Wait!” His voice rasped and burned his throat. “You don’t need to do that!” He stumbled up and ran after him. 

***

Once they gathered themselves up, Ayu and Oliver traveled back to the alleyway. The streets still filled with chatter and city smoke worked alongside the sky to keep the world grey. 

“How did you manage to buy a six pack?” Ayu sat beside Oliver. He clenched on a water bottle in his hand and sipped upon it.

“Easy: water’s cheap and I always have spare change in my pockets,” Oliver noted. His arm wrapped around his stomach; Ayu stared at the motion. 

He questioned, “You’re more awake now, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “You woke me up pretty- not entirely harsh but you were just trying to save yourself.” He hissed at the wound. “I’m still probably gonna get sleepy again after a while so… might as well tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

Oliver fidgeted a hand on a loose cardigan string. His markings still laid across his body and the rims of his eyes started bleeding into a black as well. “Coincidentally enough, the day you first saw me like that, I met someone while I was unconscious… I’ve been talking to them since then ‘cause it seems as if she knows what’s going on with me.”

You mean the guy you talked to a few times? “Who is that?”

He sighed, “From what she claims, she’s my biological mom.”

Ayu choked on his own water. “What?”

“That’s how I know the fact that I won’t change.” Ayu caught the kid’s watery eyes. 

“… But what if-”

“And apparently,” Oliver rambled, “she just wanted me to live a ‘normal life’ for seven years straight until it all hit me like a brick but even when it started, she’s hasn’t been able to talk with me until now.”

An idea circulated in Ayu as Oliver spoke. “W-wait, so does she know your entire situation?”

“Yeah.”

“And just can’t say it directly?”

“Probably.”

Ayu took a chug. “Can’t you ask her about how to deal with this then? Like when you attacked me, it looked like you were using some power.”

“That’s right,” Oliver added. “I forgot but, what exactly happened while I was asleep?”

“Attacked me in a wolf form. Thought you were another monster like a moron and almost tried to kill you I think.”

“Oh God.” Oliver placed a hand over his head. 

“Still sorry ‘bout that.”

“Still more of a me-problem.”

Ayu cleared his throat. “Okay but yeah, you may be less sad if you actually know what you’re doing in the first place from her.”

Oliver remained silent, then took a deep breath. “… How did I not think of that before?”

“I dunno,” Ayu shrugged. “Maybe we’re both dumbasses.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.”

No replies or comments were made for a good four minutes. Ayu wandered in thought to reach for another question. 

“You said your mom isn’t allowed to explain things, right?”

He nodded. 

“Who’s not allowing her,” Ayu asked.

Oliver left his hand on his chin. “She doesn’t say their name, just that they’re their leader.”

“Their leader? Of what?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that too,” Oliver rushed. “My mom’s like 4 centuries old and lives in an immortal society that has to kill for their monthly membership payment.”

Ayu stilled. “Okay, what the fuck is your family tree?”

“Based on what I can tell,” Oliver stated, “fucked.”

Ayu sided his lips. “The leader’s the one who makes the rules for ‘em, right?”

“Yep.”

He took another bottle of water. “Do you think I can come with you at some point?”

Oliver raised a brow. 

“I feel like the leader may have something to do with the monsters.”

“And why do you think that?”

… There’s no evidence, huh? “Just a hunch. Like, a vague dude who’s some cruel ruler? Sounds like a normal villain.” 

Oliver squinted his eyes towards him, but shrugged. “Guess that can make sense.” 

In a split second, Oliver shook forward from the alley wall, making a yelp. “Fuck!” He pressed on his shirt. 

Ayu paled, his eyelids pinching up. “You still need to eat… don’t you?”

“It’s fine.” Oliver raised his hand towards Ayu. “I probably have enough strength to just- …”

“Just what? Eat?”

“… Kinda.” Oliver sighed. “I forgot to tell you one last thing.”

Ayu bit his cheek. “What?”

His hand rested on his left arm, grabbing it. “I’ve had my black sun mark for a while now. But, it popped up somewhere that I didn’t wanna show.”

Ayu took a glance at his movements. “Your arm, right?”

He nodded. “I should explain… Remember how I starve a lot?”

“Yeah?”

“I uh, usually tend to treat myself when I can’t handle it much longer.” He trembled. “After I think the first year, I started realizing how good… it tastes. But I didn’t wanna hurt anyone. So,” He lifted up his sleeve. 

What bared on his wrist, right on top of a vein, was his black sun mark; however, further down his mark varied in streaks of scars and cuts. The blood seeped of violent reds and purples. And through some courses of marks, black began to show through the blood scabs. 

Ayu gawked at the amount of lines made by the child. Thoughts ran throughout his little brain and screamed out to him from the sight. You’re the reason.

It almost brought him to tears again.

“The blood helps me distract myself.”

Ayu lifted his head up to Oliver, concern and guilt written all over his face. Though, Oliver faced away, and Ayu couldn’t assume any other face aside from loathing.  

Ayu took a gulp. He whimpered, “Stop… don’t do that anymore, please.”

“It’s alright, Ayu. It heals right after I get some food.”

“But that’s too much of a risk, Ollie.”

“Trust me,” Oliver reassured. “It’s okay that I do this. I’m careful about it.”

He huffed, “You have a damn good reason for starving yourself. This’ll just make it too much.” He grabbed the spot where the sun mark was. 

Oliver squeaked. “Ayu- You’re holding on too tight again.”

“Promise me to just- …” Ayu breathed, lessening his grip. “Just do it less.”

He let go of Oliver, face ridden in regret. 

Oliver swiped his arm back and covered up the scars with his sleeve again. “I… thank you.” He clenched onto his shirt as he stood up, already walking away from the conversation and Ayu. “I should probably get going.”

Ayu avoided his eyes again. “Are you going to…?”

“Not sure,” he answered. “I probably will eventually.”

“Right.” He nodded it off. 

They stayed in position for a time’s notice. 

“Sorry about hitting you,” Oliver added. “… See ya.”

Ayu didn’t watch as he walked away. He instead covered up his bruise again, shame whistling out of his entire being.

“Bye.”

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