#i did this on snap a while ago it was super fun

[bleedingoptimism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

part 2

Steve is looking around the room when he sees Jay waving at him, so he smiles and waves back. He likes Jay. He’s nice and super fun to beat at cards.

And then he notices there’s someone sitting beside Jay and his hand falters before he puts it down.

The guy looks… tough, all lean and strong and sexy in his leather jacket and ripped jeans. Tattoos, rings, and pierced ears with long curly hair. But his eyes, his big eyes are beautiful and dark and his lips are round and look really soft. He’s all sharp but round around the edges. A walking contradiction. And Steve’s never seen anyone like him before. 

Without taking his eyes off him, he moves over to where Chrissy is sitting with Robin and sits with them, takes Chrissy’s hand, and holds it lovingly like he always does. 

“Hey, babe,” He whispers to her, “Who’s that guy sitting with Jay?”

“That’s Strider,” Robin says leaning over Chrissy to talk to him, “He’s an old friend of Jay’s, new in town. Why? You like him?”

“Strider…That’s a character from the book Dustin likes, right?” He wonders, “The Hobbit?”

“The Lord of the Rings” Chrissy corrects him.

“Right… nerd” He quips.

“So? Do you? Like him.” Chrissy asks squeezing his hand in retaliation.

“He’s gorgeous,” Steve confirms and Chrissy smiles excitedly. It’s not every day Steve notices someone in the bar. It has never happened before actually.

“You really think so?” Robin murmurs to him, “He looks like he’d like telling you what to do,” 

Steve hums appreciatively, “Yes, but like, in a nice way, right? Like he’ll say please and thank you,” he says dreamily.

Robin snorts, “Is that what you are into, you nasty boy?” Steve gasps so hard he almost chokes on his own spit and Robin starts cackling, while Chrissy giggles cutely.

“Fuck off,” He snaps, “And you, don’t laugh you dummy! You are supposed to be the stoic leader here!” 

Chrissy sobers up immediately, “Right, right” and then the three of them, look at each other amused trying to hold their laughs in. 

Fuck, if anyone heard how silly they were their reputation would be completely ruined.

The phrase ‘fake it til you make it’ never made more sense than it does for them right now. 

When the three of them, fresh out of high school moved into the city when Chrissy started showing symptoms… they had absolutely nothing to their name, and now, they owned a fucking bar. They had a roof over their head, food on their tables, and more importantly, they were offering shelter to a lot of people that used to be where they were a couple of years ago.

The lack of information around them made them look mysterious. And Robin had a way with business and marketing. So a couple of well-placed rumors did all the work for them. Just a few lessons on how to make a real bitchy face from Steve and suddenly Chrissy was the scariest girl in the night. 

It had been a rough start, and more than once Steve thought they wouldn't make it till the end of the month. But they’d gotten lucky when they found this place and they had been smart about it and now they had responsibilities and a establishment to uphold but that didn’t mean they couldn't have any fun.

“Go talk to him!” Chrissy tells him elbowing him subtly.

Steve shakes his head, “No, no way,”

“Dude, he’s been looking at you since the minute he came in!” Robin insists.

But that doesn't mean as much as she thinks it does. That doesn’t make it safe for him. Still, he kind of wants to talk to him, to hear his voice, to know what he’s like and what he likes and what not. And just when Steve is actually considering it Mayra, one of their hostess, walks up to Strider. 

Robin frowns, “Oh, fuck off Mayra” she mutters and Steve has to stifle a loud snort.

“Oh well, lost my chance I guess,” He says unbothered but actually feels really upset about it. He’s never felt jealous of any of the girl's conquests before. It’s strange, but there’s something about that guy.

He wanted him for himself. He needs him.

“Bet you a burger that if you go there right now, he’ll choose you over her” Chrissy says studying his expression like she can see right through him. 

“I’m not gonna cock block Mayra for a burger” He smiles at her shaking his head.

“Oh! No need! He rejected her!” Robin tells them excitedly.

And then they both stare at him,

“What are you waiting for?!”

“Well then, go on!” 

They talk at the same time.

“I- Ok! Fine. But if he rejects me you are buying me that burger,” He says standing up.

“If he rejects you I’ll buy you burgers for the whole week!” Chrissy whispers-yells at him as he’s making his way there.

He sees Jay walking up and leaving Strider alone at the little table and makes a note to thank him later as he sits beside Strider and puts his elbows on the table, using his hands to rest his chin over and looking at him.

“Hi” 

Strider blinks at him a couple of times and visibly swallows, “Hi,” 

Steve just leans his head to one side and smiles at him, and Strider just looks at him for a long second before smiling back crookedly, a dimple appearing on his left cheek that makes Steve want to bite him.

“I’m Ee-Strider,”

Steve’s smile becomes something a little more genuine and less flirty, he seems so nice, his strider, “Hi, Strider”

“And you are Sunshine, right?” Strider asks leaning a little closer over the table.

Steve bites his lip before answering. He was never particularly fond of that nickname, it’s too much to live up to. But he really likes the way it sounds coming from Strider.

“That’s what they call me, yes” he answers smirking confidently.

‘Fake it Till you Make It’

“So, Strider, What brings you here tonight?” 

Once more Strider just looks at him intently, looks at his lips, and then shakes his head, looking around feigning casualness, “Oh, you know, just checking out the scene”

He muffles a giggle over his own shoulder and then leans his head to look at Strider sideways, exposing the line of his neck, “And how are you finding it?” he asks softly.

“Oh, it’s really neck so f- nice really nice… So far” Strider stumbles over his words and then cringes to himself and blushes faintly.

And Steve gets suddenly really fucking impatient. He needs this cute dork upstairs, naked and under him right now.

“Has anyone explained to you how things work around here?” He asks him, trying to move the conversation along. 

Strider nods, “Je-Jay explained to me the gist of it, yeah” 

“Oh, yeah?” Steve nods too and puts his chin on his hands again, fawning his eyelashes at him and waiting for him to elaborate.

“Well, you choose right?” Strider continues and gestures vaguely around the room referring to the hostesses, “And then you take us upstairs…”

“Mmhm” Steve hums encouraging him to keep talking, “And then?”

“And then I get to taste you,” Strider breathes and fuck.

Taste him? Taste him. Yes. He wants that. He wants that so much.

“Taste me?” He asks because the concept still sounds too good to be true.

“Right?” Strider asks like he’s not sure the said the right thing.

‘Oh, he has no idea how right he was’

Steve leans over the table and stops just an inch away from Strider’s face, almost going eye crossed to look at him, “Would you like that, Strider?” he asks and then moves closer and to the side to whisper in his ear, 

“Do you want to taste me?”

“God. Fuck, yes. Please?” Strider says in a rushed whisper and Steve tries his best not to shiver.

He stands up and offers up a hand to him, “Follow me.” 

part 1: 🍷

part 2: you are here

part 3: 🩸

bonus content: ☀️

ao3: 🌙

art: 🦇

coffee?☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington #i wrote something #oh boy we are in it now

[rad-batson]

Multiverse AU where different variants of Damian Wayne Al Ghul are accidentally hailed to one universe and Damian is in the middle, trying to get all of them back home, but it only gets worse and NOT for the reasons you would think.

So picture this: there’s a sea of Damian variants crowded into the Batcave. One’s a leader of the LOA. Another became the next Harley Quinn? One is a mute assassin. Another is Red Hood’s apprentice. One’s Batman. One’s a meta for some reason. Another is the leader of a revolution. One’s a monk. And another is a clone. They’re all somehow involved in vigilantism or the LOA.

And then there’s a completely normal one. He goes by Dami. He’s in college :) He works at an art studio. He’s got a heart condition. He has a boyfriend, and he has never been Robin before. In fact, he doesn’t even know his dad is Batman. So in a room full of wildly different versions, this Damian sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s like an NPC just standing in the middle of a final battle.

What he does know is that his mother, Talia, left the LOA with him when he was two because she fell in love with Bruce. Since then, the three have lived a Perfectly Normal Life as Perfectly Normal People in a moderately nice house in the suburbs of Gotham.

And you know what? No one questions it. Out of all the problems the Damians are having right now, Normal Damian is the least of them. So he just sits to the side, completely chill, and doesn’t interfere.

But then some chaos happens, the Damians are all sucked into a battle at some secondary location, Normal Dami is kidnapped, gets killed, and everyone’s super depressed about it. (Gosh, he was so nice. Why did it have to be him? Boo hoo. We didn’t even have time to recover the body.)

Until they head back to the cave…and there he is. Respawned. Alive. Confused.

He was literally dead on the floor two hours ago. They checked for a pulse! He bled out. Normal NPC Dami is supposed to be dead. But nope. He’s right there. “Hey, what happened? The last thing I remember is being tied up. Did I faint again?”

Everyone else, the whole batfamily and the mini Damian army, is like “wtf how’d you get here, buddy?” While he’s just like :) so Bruce, who put a bug on the security cameras or whatever, checks the footage and what he finds is absolutely horrifying.

Just after he died, Normal Dami’s eyes snapped open. Glowing a deep Lazarus Green. He stood up, walked out, and immediately fucking decimated the remaining group of kidnappers like a rabid animal. Literally anyone who got near him were goners, and Thank Sweet Jesus he didn’t run into anyone on the walk back because he didn’t care to clean off all that blood. Nope, he just walked right through the front doors of the manor, found a clean set of clothes, completely on autopilot, then all of the adrenaline wore off, and he collapsed from exhaustion.

So everyone watches the footage. NPC Damian is horrified. He insists that’s not him because he doesn’t kill people! How could they ever accuse him of killing people?! He has never done something like that. He can’t even walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded for Christ’s sake!

Nonetheless, he agrees to sit in their itty bitty holding cell as they do some fun little tests, and lo and behold: he is so genetically fucked up. Why? Because his DNA isn’t like the other Damians. It’s completely mutated by this green glowing substance that they know all too well.

The verdict? Normal Dami has been permanently mutated by the Lazarus Pit. The Lazarus Pit is inside of him. It IS him. Or maybe Normal NPC Damian is the Lazarus Pit.

When Normal Dami was two and he and Talia still lived with the LOA, there was an incident involving Damian drowning in the Lazarus Pit (à la Ra’s Al Ghul's Stellar Grand-Parenting Skills.) However, since he wasn’t dead, the Lazarus Pit devoured him, consumed him with violent pit madness, spat him back out, and Damian became this completely, unstoppably rage-filled toddler that can throw you over his shoulder and snap your neck. So Talia, terrified of what Ra’s would do with him, escaped to Gotham, found Bruce, begged for help, and they devised a plan.

Step 1: Raise Lazarus Damian as a completely normal kid.

Step 2: Take him to therapy. Maybe give him anger management classes. (Monitor his sugar intake. That couldn’t hurt.)

That was literally their whole plan. They had no other ideas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Occasionally, he’d snap and kill someone in cold blood (whoopsie daisy) but his parents were an assassin and the world's greatest detective. No one’s gonna know.

Through some trial and error, they found out that abrupt adrenaline spikes were what triggered the madness. So they worked around it. They gave him calm, relaxing hobbies. They spoiled him with emotional support animals. They Never Raised Their Voices. He was homeschooled for a bit then introduced to university, but only AFTER they made sure Jon (the Indestructable Superboy) was his roommmate. (Yes, they told him. Yes, he is now part of the convoluted Keep Deadly Damian Relaxed Task Force. They’re also dating.) They got Damian a FitBit that tracked his heart rate so they could predict when his adrenaline spiked. They Life360’d his ass so fucking hard. Meanwhile, Damian just thought he had some kind of medical thing, none the wiser the entire time.

Long story short? “Chill Normal NPC Damian” Cannot Die. But he can Kill.

If he does “die” (the Lazarus Pit cannot die) then he goes into a murderous rage, kills everyone in sight, it wears off with the adrenaline, and he can’t remember what happened. This Damian is the Most Dangerous of the variants, and he doesn’t even know it because his parents decided that would be best.

And now the other Damians are scared of him, and he’s scared of himself, and no one knows why he's made of the Lazarus Pit, and they don’t know what to do with him, and they still don’t know how to get back, and some of them want to kill him, and some don't, but no one trusts him, including himself, and it becomes an all-out war over the fate of Damian.

Anyway, Normal Damian who's actually a Murderous Lazarus Spirit without even knowing it. Thank you :)

#he's so fucked up #lightly traumatizes my blorbo #damian wayne #npc damian's jon goes through so much grief trying to keep Damian safe but also feels so guilty over this massive secret #he knows Damian should know but he doesn't know how to tell him without hurting him and making him question their relationship #also think of npc damian's talia knowing that her choice to stay with the LOA is what caused Damian to become a lazarus monster #and for bruce there's the torture of knowing his child will always be a murderous rampaging spirit and you hate killing but can't stop it #fic ideas #batman #dc robin #damian al ghul #batfam #batfamily #dc universe #dc #robin damian #robin dc #lazarus pit #league of assassins #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #dc comics #jon kent #damijon #lazarus rage #multiverse au

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

here's something short and goofy for you guys bc this song has been stuck in my head all morning.

“So, Eddie?” Steve asks while he, Robin, and Eddie are lounging around Family Video on a slow Tuesday afternoon.

“Yes, Stevie dear?” “Where did the ‘Big Boy’ thing come from?”

Steve watches as every bit of Eddie freezes under his gaze. 

“Uh..”

“Yeah, I’d like to know too, what’s up with that Munson?” Robin says, leaning forward on the counter beside Steve, pushing all of her right side into Steve’s left.

Poor Eddie.

“Oh, uh, well…” Eddie’s brow furrows for a moment before something seemingly comes to him in a moment. “You know how loud the rumor mill can be, Steve-o.”

“Whattya mean?” He knows what he means, he just wants to see what Eddie will say. He also knows It’s gotta be a tortuous question for the metalhead, especially one who’s crush is the one asking him. 

That was the other thing; after Eddie’s accidental pain-med induced schmoozing of Steve and the prompt forgettening of ever saying anything, Steve (and Robin) had come to the conclusion that he’s super into Eddie too.

Now it’s just a matter of getting Eddie to admit it, and having fun flirting and making him squirm a little in the meantime.

“Well, the phrase itself is from a song, but you do know your lovely conquests would talk, right?” The blush on his cheeks just makes him look cuter.

“And you believed them?” Robin states more than asks.

“Well there’s no way I’d ever know one way or the other!” Eddie laughs, his cheeks darkening.

Ignoring the myriad of things he could say to that, Steve instead asks “What song?”

“Huh? Oh, uhm, it’s from this random tape that Wayne picked up on the road a couple years ago. Has this weird art on the cover of some guy and like, skeletons and stuff? Dan something? It’s all yellow-y orange and blue..”

“That sounds so familiar…” Robin mumbles when Steve asks, “How does it go?”

“What?”

“The song.”

“Uh…” Eddie zones off into the distance and starts mumbling to himself.

Robin is still mumbling to herself too, “That sounds so familiar, what the hell?”

Eddie presumably finds the lyrics then, because he starts singing. “Big Boy, real cool, you can tell he’s no one’s fool, And he tries so hard to come off like a star.” Eddie starts dancing around in front of the counter, “You can tell by the way he combs his hair, by the cocky grin and that moody stare. By the way he leans and juts out his hip...” He sings, pointing at how Steve is doing exactly that.

Steve laughs, waving him off, “Okay, okay, I get it! You can st—”

“Elfman!” Robin calls out suddenly.

Steve and Eddie share a look. “Who’s an elf?”

“The Dan guy from your song, Elfman? Was his last name Elfman?”

Eddie snaps his fingers at her, “That’s it! Danny Elfman!” “The guy from Oingo Boingo!”

There are a few beats of silence.

“Don’t look at me like that, he’s the singer in Oingo Boingo! My parents love their stuff, and they did that song in Weird Science!”

“Which song?”

“..Weird Science.” she says as if that was obvious.

Something clicks in Steve’s head at the name, too. “Wait, I know I've seen that name somewhere else...” He rounds the counter and toward the shelf he knows the tape he's thinking of lives; it’s a goofy movie, he’s watched it before on some of his long solo shifts and it’s honestly kind of grown on him.

He grabs up the first copy he sees, one of the Family Video plastic clamshells, and brings it back to the counter, popping the tape into their tape player.

The opening credits start up, and at the title card: “Oh hey, Pee-Wee's Big Adventure! I love Pee Wee!” Eddie says, excitedly jumping up to sit on the counter in front of the TV (and Steve).

“Yeah you do..” Robin mumbles.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbles, elbowing her a bit harder than necessary, “Look.” he points up to the text on the screen. 

“Damn, this guy’s everywhere!”

“‘Music composed by Danny Elfman’. Holy shit! Good memory, Dingus!”

“Thanks! Now what is this about Eddie loving Pee Wee?”

#askdfhjaslkfda #i like danny elfman okay? #i was going to have Steve remember him from the michael keaton batman but that doesn't come out until 1989 #but pee wee is just as good #i love pee-wee's big adventure #it's such a dumb movie #my family refrences it all the time lmao #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #the three muskequeers #steddie #(kinda?) #pre-steddie #st #stranger things #danny elfman #oingo boingo #weird science #pee wee's big adventure

[faeridollz]

Hello!!! Just read your recent könig drabble and wanted to know your thoughts about how könig would act when he sees fem reader wearing a sundress. Both going out for a little date and while she's freaking out because she doesn't think the dress looks good, könig thinks otherwise. He can't even wait until they get home and just do it in the car 💀

A/n; word? Also congrats cuz your my first ask!! 😆 (reblogs nd comments r really appreciated my loves!”

Warnings!; p in v sex, car sex, smut, MDNI, unprotected sex!

Paring; könig x reader!

He barely wants to go through with the date anymore when he sees you in the mirror. Looking so good and pretty for him and you think you can just get away with it? “Kö’. Does this dress look weird on me? I think it’s a bit too tight.” You frown into the mirror, and he immediately hugged you from behind. “You look beautiful mein süßer.” he kissed your neck, helping you grab your purse and sun hat and leading you out the house.

It was super sunny and you two had a beach date. All the things you’d need were packed in the car the night before or a few moments ago. He opened the passenger door for you and watching you get inside, then got in the driver's seat. He glanced over at your thighs you, grunting a bit as he felt a soft strain in his pants. His grip tightened on the wheel. He wanted you. He needed you. “What’s wrong? Aren’t we still going to the beach together hun?” You questioned, snapping him from his thoughts.

“Huh?- yeah” he starts the car, but it wasn’t long before you were parked behind a nearby store. His hand’s positioned behind your knees and forcing you into a mating press as he bullied his fat cock into your gummy cunt. “Fuck- mein schatz.~ s’tight hm? Fucking lovely pussy..” grunts fill your ears as you moan, his hips slamming in and out with the seat already wet below you. “K-könig!~ w-wait-!” You whine, scared of someone seeing but also tightening around him at the thought. “Fuck- fuck!~ s-slow down-!” You’re on the verge of another orgasm, your thoughts growing clouded as you cum all over his meaty cock. Too bad he’s not done yet :( You really did wanna go to the beach today but isn’t this better?

A/n; this was super fun ARGGHH

TAGLIST; @karinasrealgf

#könig smut #könig x reader #könig cod #cod smut #faeridollz asks!! #thanks for the ask! #cod x reader

[modelbus]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a wilbur soot x female reader? (romantic)

i was thinking some headcannons of things Wil would do as a bf/cute moments fans have clipped from streams of him like, showing you off, complimenting or bragging about you.

no pressure to do this at all! <3

I did a bit of both headcannons and clipped moments! Also yes the little photo thing is of wilbur :)

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader

When With Wilbur

When (not if, lets be honest here) you wear his jumpers, he fucking melts. It's like: Woah, that's his girlfriend. wearing his clothes. Holy shit. He loves you.

You walk into his office holding two cups of coffee, a sheepish look on your face. "You won't believe what just happened to me."

"I won't?" Wilbur asks, navigating his Minecraft character to a safe spot before looking up at you. "Woah." He murmurs, mic barely picking it up.

The last he had seen you, twenty minutes ago, you had left his stream claiming you were going to get coffee. Now here you were, with two coffees, but wearing his jumper. His girlfriend. Wearing his jumper. On stream.

"It started downpouring! So I had to stop by the flat and grab something so I wouldn't drown!"

"Mhm." He hums, but it's obvious he isn't hearing a word you're saying. He's far too distracted by how you look wearing his clothes, how you're wearing his clothes in front of thousands of viewers.

"But at least I got coffee." You finish, plopping down in the chair he had found for you.

“Thank you.” He accepts the offered cup from you, eyes never leaving you. “Uh, so where was I?”

Wilbur really wants to show his love for you at all times and 80% of that is him calling you pet names

“Hey, love, do you know where my yellow pick went?”

“The Fender one?”

Wilbur nods, strumming idly while he reads chat.

“Didn’t you break it last night when I bet you twenty you couldn’t play World’s Smallest Violin?”

He snaps his fingers, turning around in his chair to face you. “You still owe me money for that.”

“Technically you broke your pick and couldn’t do it, so…”

“No, you still owe me that money.”

“Oh, wow, look at the time I have to get going! Bye bye!” Waving with a smile, you slowly start to back up.

As you vanish out the door, he turns back to his stream to whisper, “she’s just like Tommy. Holding her presence ransom. Last time I ever let the two of them in a room together.”

Wilbur absolutely loves to show you off at any given chance

Whenever Tommy invites the both of you to his vlogs (which he does a lot, he is the biggest shipper of you two) Wilbur always takes the chance to be super affectionate.

“Wil, Wil! Take aesthetic photos of me!” Tommy yells, awkwardly posing in the tulip field.

“He’s definitely succeeding at being a VSCO girl.” You whisper to Wilbur.

Tommy's whole thing for this vlog was being a VSCO girl for a day. For some reason that meant he had to drag you and Wilbur along, but you weren't complaining. Filming his vlogs was a lot of fun.

Wilbur laughs, bending over to pick one of the tulips. "Here. It's not as pretty as you, but it'll have to do."

You immediately blush, ducking your head a little as you take it. "Thank you."

"Hear that vlog nation? My girlfriend is prettier than all of these tulips combined. Fuck you guys." Wilbur tells the camera, holding it up to film you two instead of filming Tommy like asked.

As a joke you mimic having a crown on your head, playing it up. Wilbur smiles, turning and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Oi! Lovebirds! Stop making out and start filming me!" Tommy yells.

"Fuck you!" Wilbur yells back before lowering his voice. "I swear to God I'm going to kill him one day."

"He's your brother, you can't do that." You give him another kiss before turning and calling out to Tommy, "Your angles are off!"

"Fuck!"

He always responds to your texts/calls, even if he's in the middle of something.

"Hang on Tommy, I have to respond to this message."

"We are literally streaming, what the fuck."

Wilbur loves to cuddle you and will take any excuse to. You're a little cold? Oh, time to cuddle. There's a new movie out? Clearly you two have to cuddle and watch it together.

He also loves to write you little notes and leave them in places for you to find because he loves to see you smile. They're stuff like "you're so pretty" or just "I love you."

There is not a single stream where you aren't mentioned in some way. Even if it's just an offhand thing. Wilbur remembers every little detail about you so he can tie you into anything.

"Oh, I should get these flowers." Wilbur remarks, moving to break some flowers in Minecraft.

"What for?" Tommy asks, following him. "Oh, ew. Never mind. Love. I'll have you know the only one I love is the grind, and the grind doesn't like flowers."

"Sorry for being a good boyfriend," Wilbur says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I'll give these to her when we get back. Were we headed this way?"

Sometimes he'll tell chat when you two go out on a date but sometimes he doesn't because he wants it to be just his to think about and smile about. It doesn't really matter because chat can tell by how smiley he is that he’s thinking of you.

Wilbur has definitely written so many songs about you. Only one or two ever get recorded, but he has a journal just filled with little poetic lines about you.

You are at every single gig he ever does and every single time he performs a song inspired by you, he'll shout you out. He uses it as an excuse to brag about you a little too.

"This song is about- well. You all know who this song is about! Everyone cheer for my spectacular and beautiful girlfriend who is somewhere in this crowd!"

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dsmp #wilbur imagine

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Meet the Parents Part 1

Okay! So, someone requested to talk about Gwen’s scenes with both of Miles’ parents, and I thought it would be nice to do something a bit more light.

As always, we start a bit early.

(Also, this post has been needed to be redone THREE TIMES because tumblr keeps thinking I want to delete the entire post while I am just trying to delete a screenshot or a line.)

This part is something I wanted to mention here because 1) I don’t have that much to say about it to make it a post, but still wanted to mention it, and 2) I just think is nice.

Gwen quickly apologizes to Miles about snapping to him like that. I think this is great because while it is a small thing, I feel is nice and realistic that Gwen can quickly admit that she shouldn’t have done that. I feel in any other piece of media Gwen would had stayed mad or made Miles apologize (or maybe one from just a few years ago, I am traumatized by the stuff I watched as a kid.) But she doesn’t have that kind of pride, which I like.

Besides, I think Gwen didn’t want to waste time on stuff like that. The watch is fine, nothing happened; she wouldn’t want to ruin the mood over this.  

Yeah Miles didn’t really seem to care that much anyways, and of course I notice Miles looking at Gwen lips. And considering where Gwen is looking, I believe she may have notice that too.

Do I think he was going to go for it? Maybe, I think he would have definitely tried if they had a few minutes together and didn’t think anybody was watching, I don’t have any strong evidence for this one other that I do think he was trying to get closer not to try at that moment, but maybe find a way to get close enough to do it.

No idea if it would had happened or not, I think even if I believe Gwen is trying to not start something between them (not today at least,) I am not sure Gwen would had refused. Again, the girl is whipped.

Oh boy, I can't never watch this scene without feeling so bad for Miles and Gwen, to be honest I don't know which one I feel worse on this scene.

Obviously Rio and Jeff aren't trying to mess up stuff on purpose (At least I don't think neither of them expected Miles to care this much, or for Gwen to needing to leave as she did.)

But imagine being in the position, going with the assumption that they were having a moment (that may or may not lead to kiss, I think they needed just a few more moments for have the proper mood, but that's just me.) And then your mom/the mom of your crush pops in out of nowhere.

Little sidenote, does neither of them have super hearing?

Perhaps super hearing is too much, but for what I remember their sense are heightened, including sound.

This has been showcased in other spiderman properties in other ways, and part of the reason I thought they had it (or at least Miles,) was because later, when Spot is whispering to himself that he is going to be much more than a villain of the week, Miles hears him.

And this is with Gwen and Pavitr screaming as they hit the shield who also makes noise when hit.

For me when I saw that scene I was like "Wait how did he- Oh yeah, super hearing."

Maybe it was just for a joke and I am thinking this too much, but for me it meant that their hearing is better than average.

Which leads me to...how lost in their own world were these two that they didn't Rio coming in; specially since I think because is not a regular staircase but a ladder, being talking quietly to themselves, they should had hear it.

Guess they were too busy focusing on something else.

I literally watched this multiple times in slow motion to make sure I wasn't imagining things, and then a couple of times at regular speed to make sure this was something that you were meant to catch.

You know? Something funny that happens in a lot of these posts, is that I do an analysis because I thought may be fun or someone requested it, but I think to myself "It will probably be boring, what is there to analyze or catch on this one?"

And then I start looking things at slow motion and be like no fucking way.

I love this because you can actually see that Gwen is actually nervous around Miles' parents.

Yes this isn't necessarily new information, specially watching the rest of the scene; but I what I liked about seeing this in slow motion is that you can see how Gwen goes from the surprise, to trying to act as if she didn't get spooked, to preparing herself to present herself to Miles's mon.

That's really the part that I found most interesting, how Gwen looks down for a second in what it seems she is taking a deep breath before smiling and presenting herself to Rio.

I also love how during all of this Rio doesn't stop looking at Gwen (After all I am sure this is the first girl Miles had brought,) and Miles is just lamenting this is his life.

Another thing I want to bring up while we are here, is that while in another previous scene Rio and Jeff were judging Gwen (I think it was just overprotectiveness, even if I don't think it was nice or fair for them to do so,) in these shots when Rio is trying to meet Gwen, she is trying to smile very friendly and act as normal as she can while looking so awkward.

While she probably still is judging a bit in this moment, I think she was trying to at least act nice and warm because first presentations are important.

Then Gwen puts her foot in her mouth.

Okay, story time.

I am from Latin America (not Puerto Rico, but there are some cultural similarities in certain aspects;) and I remember an american friend of mine, who didn't really understand what was the big deal about Gwen using Rio's first time.

Me, and another latino friend (he was born in America but his background is Mexican,) were just mildly horrified and not just because this was established earlier (which honestly? Smart move from the movie really.)

Here is the thing, how this works depends from the culture, if the parents are immigrants themselves, children of immigrants, and also the type of environment they grew up and how they are as a person.

But for me, my friend, and a bunch of other latine people I know, you would either need to say Mr or Mrs (last name,) or (First name.) In my case, using a last name or first time depended from where I knew this adult (friend of the family, the parent of one of my friends, coworker of one of my parents, etc.)

Considering Gwen is a teen and she is "friends" with Miles and just meeting him, growing up for me I would had needed to use Mr and Mrs Morales until they told me to call them something else, if that got to happen. It would be important that I wait for them to tell me so or I would have my mother chiding at me for being disrespectful.

I am bringing this up because again, my american friend didn't know why Miles's parents were being so hard about this, but for me it made this scene all more investing by the fact that I was on the other side of this cultural discussion.

(Again, take this with a grain of salt. Rio looks like she moved from Puerto Rico to New York a good while now, and for what I gather Jeff and Aaron were born and raise in New York. So how they do things may still be different that what I can talk by personal experience.)

Also I brought those frames of Rio because 1) We see the exact moment Miles knew Gwen fucked up, and 2) While still smiling and looking cordial, we can see the shift in Rio's face.

This is important because Gwen is trying to talk warmly and excited, how she has heard so much about her and knows her first name even if Miles never officially present them.

Meanwhile Rio is probably thinking that 1) This girl cannot just be calling her by her first name just from minute and 2) Oh yeah knows her so well and doesn't know she and Jeff hate that.

Small thing, but I like how Miles goes beside Gwen as soon as he gets his mom properly standing on the water tower.

Yes, it makes sense because this is the "friend" he is presenting and he of course wants to make sure everything runs smoothly with his parents because, feelings aside, one of the friends he always talks but never shows up is finally here and he doesn't want any issues from either side.

I still adore that he went to get beside his girl as soon as possible.

We already talked about Gwen messing up by calling Rio by her first name, so I will not dwell into that.

Something I like about this scene is that when Rio and Jeff first realize Miles isn't in her room, Jeff storms up but Rio stares at the sweater. I believe this is because she was the one who notice it was from someone else while Jeff thought Miles just dipped.

Which brings me to Miles and Gwen's expression here.

Is not a huge reaction but if you watch this scene close you can realize Miles and Gwen were mildly surprised by Rio bringing this; now while it could be just at Rio having the sweater, my theory is that they are both thinking into

1) Gwen's hero costume is probably in Miles' room, considering she has a shirt showing her arms she actually is going to change to her suit later rather than having below her regular clothes like Miles.

2) They are realizing that they got into the room at one point that they didn't know, meaning they could had been caught when Gwen broke gravity for a few moments to open the portal.

3) They are both wondering if Miles' parents may think there is more going on between them because hey how often do you find clothes in your son's room of someone who you don't know, while not knowing how long that garment has been there?

Maybe there are more options that I am not thinking but for now this is what I am going with.

Brief side note but Jeff, what are you doing.

We saw Rio come from the centre, where we later see Miles go down a ladder; meanwhile Jeff instead of using that one (Even if Rio isn't on the ladder anymore and could just come behind her.) is going by one of the legs of the water tower.

He even hit his head while doing this.

I am starting to understand where Miles got his half-second thinking that normally pans well enough but not all the time or working all the way in some cases. Jeff you cannot talk shit about your kid you are the one that when having an available ladder decided to pull a Rambo and climb.

Jokes aside, is interesting how in a way, this confirms neither one here knows what to do in this situation.

Gwen is nervously trying to act out as a responsible nice girl without realizing that cultural differences can make you look disrespectful even when you are trying to be friendly.

Miles is watching this as passively as he can while probably thinking to himself that maybe Kingpin killing him didn't sound so bad right now (I know that would be my thought process if I was in his shoes.)

Rio came almost out of nowhere while looking at Gwen non-stop in a way that makes her look a bit insane when you see it closely.

And Jeff apparently needed to establish himself as someone who doesn't need to use a ladder and is completely fine after hitting his head with a random tube; is okay it was all part of the plan.

Nobody here knows what they are doing but pretend everything is fine, is hilarious.

Gwen still doesn't catches onto that being a no-no and Miles is just looking at the situation unfold but no idea what to do.

I think this is a good time as any to mention something that we all notice but I am still thankful for it: More Gwen screen time.

In the first movie, we got to see Gwen get awkward, but because the focus was mostly on Miles and Peter B, as well as being a significantly shorter movie than this one; the only significant time we see Gwen being kind of a mess while when she was trying to pretend she was a student.

This altogether makes sense because regardless if she has been Spiderwoman for two years now, she probably has never needed to infiltrate in a school and spend some days there. For me it felt plausible she was overall a collected and cool character that only stumbles in really out of there situations that no one would be sure how to do without warning.

This movie? Oh no, Gwen is just that awkward.

I think is important to highlight that 1) She didn't have too many friends, we only get multiple mentions of Peter from her past, not other friends, meaning she probably only was close to Peter and anyone else was just in o-kay terms for school but not much else, and 2) Since she has only needed to deal with May Parker; she isn't sure how to present herself when talking to the friend's parents.

Let alone the guy she is currently crushing on.

(I bet anything that at this point Miles was thinking "Oh is just downhill from here isn't?")

We talked about Gwen, let's talk about Rio and Jeff.

While I do want to have a post about them and what they do in this movie; I want to preface this by saying that while I don't approve how they are behaving here, I can get it.

Is not the worst I had seen (specially in real life, I had seen presentations like Gwen's go SO much worse.)

Rio and Jeff have no idea what going on with Miles, they notice there are lies, he is missing classes, and being unreliable; they don't know what to think. And the fact that he mentioned a bunch of names of people he claims to know but are never around, makes it look like Miles is making people up just to keep them distracting.

And then one of those mysterious people show up.

Miles is 15, and has been Spiderman for a year, while struggling to balance his personal life and his hero life. Regardless that he is head over heels for Gwen, I think is safe to say Miles never attempted to bring a girl or talk about a girl before this, because even if the girl he is crushing on wasn't in another dimension; there is no way this boy found time to date.

Which makes the other viable conclusion that Miles has been hiding this girl because she is up to no good; and doesn't help that she looks older.

(Canonically, she is 15 months older than Miles, meaning she is 16 or 17 at the latest. I think Rio was being catty when she said Gwen looked old enough to vote, but she is not that far off that range, and I could believe Gwen looks older because she is stress out for obvious reasons.)

Is not nice for Jeff and Rio to assume Gwen is automatically the reason why Miles is doing the things he is doing, but is not the craziest of conclusions.

And like they both admit later in the movie; neither Rio nor Jeff are sure how to take care of Miles now that he isn't a kid but is not an adult either.

Everyone is struggling here really.

For me, this a very face palm moment in a way, but I also think is just makes sense.

Once again, Gwen thinks she has this in the bag; her dad is a captain, she probably has met her dad's coworkers before and get along well, she probably had this exact joke with the previous Police Captain. And it was never an issue because they met her in the quality as the daughter of one of their coworkers.

But Gwen is not being judged by those standards anymore, and her dad's coworkers don't behave the same way Miles' parents do.

So I think Gwen is just trying to be chill and do the things that had work in the past, but really she isn't sure what she is doing (and I do believe Gwen is noticing this is not going smoothly,) and trying stick with the usual is somehow making things worse.

Miles finally talks in this conversation (Earlier he was just saying something to himself,) and trying to salvage this the best he can.

You know? After seeing Gwen trying to act casual and failing, Rio coming out of nowhere, and Jeff trying to act tough in ridiculous circumstances; Miles is probably the most normal one here.

He has also stuck up with Gwen's fake name; I wonder if he is trying to keep this consistent in the case Gwen used her fake name with other people in this universe and the teachers at the academy may remember her with that name.

(I don't know what's worse, that the teachers didn't notice a complete new student that came out of nowhere, with no records or similar. Or the fact that Gwen decided to use a fake name despite not being from this dimension, meaning there is nothing tracing her back; at best she was trying to avoid being linked with this universe's Gwen Stacy.)

Couldn't catch a good screenshot because this was movement, but before she said those words she was nodding a little; which I interpret as "Oh thank fuck he remembered that lie because I am not sure what to say anymore with them."

Guess who, once again, put too many images and made the post way too long. Yep.

I swear I don't know how I keep doing this.

Will post the second part of this particular scene today, hope you guys enjoy it despite how long it is!

PART 2

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv spoilers #rio morales #jeff morales #atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower files #across the spiderverse spoilers #why is that every time I think it would be a short and simple post #i end up doing this

[hugemilkshake]

Can I please Request a Pitaya, Ananas, Longan Cookie(Separate) x Reader(GN)

Reader just being the most sweetest common(rarity) ordinary Cookie who is actually a nerd about Dragons and always dreamed of meeting one and didn't even realized they made the Dragons fall in love with them making Y/N just go and be like "Wait- How- why-? I'm just a common Cookie though- like what???"

Enjoy your milkshake! Man the dragons are so silly. But I do think ananas will be the one to get released next, like dudes the next legendary. I have no proof of this but I have a hunch.

I’m also adding lotus and lychee bc I think they’re neet

Dragon Admirers

-Romantic scenarios-

Pitaya Dragon

You were a fairly simple cookie.

You just wanted to see or even meet a dragon

And what better place to meet a dragon than the Dragons Valley?

And it just so happens that there’s a quaint little village called Dragon City there.

A slight downfall is that they hunt dragons but, that’s no big deal!

Well one thing you didn’t know about dragons was that few could actually disguise themselves as a cookie

Now what dragon is the most famous around Dragon City?

The Red Dragon

….and that egg they got. No one knows why. But they let it happen, I mean, whose going to fight a dragon over a baby??

So the chances of meeting a dragon doubled!

One day a cookie was sporting around town showing off his “dragon.”

Well, for someone like you who studied dragons you knew damn well that was a Wyvern.

So why not correct this cookie?

Well as you were correcting this self proclaimed “dragon” rider, a certain white haired cookie watched on.

This cookie called themselves Pitaya Cookie, but in reality, they were The Red Dragon.

Honestly, they were kinda impressed and freaked out by your vast knowledge on dragons, now you didn’t know everything but you knew enough to distinguish a wyvern from a dragon

Not many cookies know how to do that these days

It was kinda charming…

Now, The Red Dragon was a bit prideful, not as prideful as other dragons

So why not go and talk to you to test your knowledge about dragons?

Unexpectedly, you knew more than they thought you did.

It was actually super charming to see someone who actually knew what they were talking about when it came to dragons!

Now you didn’t know everything but they’ll humor you.

Now unbeknownst to the dragon, they would subconsciously start spending more time with you and getting quite fond of you..

One faithful night, when everyone was fast asleep and when The Red Dragon was back to their cave, they found themselves actually excited to see you again!-

Oh

Oh no

Did The Great and Almighty Red Dragon fall in love…?

Oh gosh…

This is not something that The Red Dragon should be feeling this away towards an average cookie!

But it’s not a bad feeling… but it’s still embarrassing

Snap Dragon doesn’t understand what Pitaya is so hung up about but they want to know!

It’s only a matter of time until Snap Dragon sneaks out to see what Pitaya is up to.

Ananas Dragon

Ah yes the Tropical Soda Islands! An absolutely beautiful place to be!

But you know what’s even better?

Dragons!

And there is one who resides on the island! At least that’s what you have heard.

The Golden Dragon hasn’t really been seen all to much, but there’s proof the dragon exists!

Like a while ago, when the dragon appeared, people left fruit offerings to the dragon!

Hmm…

Maybe you should try and leave an offering!

That would be fun!

Well you went and and bought some fruit from one of the local venders and traveled out To some part of the island by the island’s tallest peak.

But as you were laying down the fruit, you heard some squeaking noises coming from a bush

You went to see what it was and you saw a small lemur trapped in a rope trap

You felt bad so you helped it out and gave it some fruit from your offering pile and went about your day

But instead of the lemur going back up in the trees or bushes, it went towards a cave with a golden glow to it

There on a golden throne sat The Golden Dragon or Ananas Dragon for short.

When Pineapple Lemur came back happy and with fruit, This didn’t surprise the dragon at first until they noticed that the fruit was not from anywhere by the mountain

Where did Pineapple Lemur get that fruit????

Well later that night Pineapple Lemur led Ananas Dragon down to were you left the fruit and the rope trap.

Ananas figured out what happened after a quick game of Pictionary

So Ananas Dragon took the fruit and decided to leave a golden scale in its place

And out of curiosity Ananas Dragon stayed there to see if you’d return

They weren’t expecting you to return but you did! Now Ananas Dragon was hiding because they don’t know who you are. You could be some deranged lunatic for all they know!

But when you saw the golden scale on the ground, it’s like the heavens have bestowed a legendary gift upon you!

And it might be the closest to meeting a dragon you’ll get to

At least that’s what you thought.

Over the course of a week or so, you’d leave fruit by the mountain and Ananas Dragon would leave something in return

Now did you know that the dragon was there? Nope.

But The Golden Dragon grew quite fond of you

So fond in fact they started to leave more expensive stuff to you

It was an act of affection

Maybe one day Ananas Dragon will come out and great you..

Lotus Dragon

You decided to go to the annual wish festival that took place every year.

But unfortunately you chickened out and decided to stay some what close but not too close to the action.

You’ll probably go and join in on the festivities but not stay for the actual event

I mean, you’re a big fan of dragons but when it comes to meeting a dragon as powerful as The Blue Dragon, you kinda get a bit nervous.

I mean they could kill you in the flick of their wrist probably so how could you not be nervous??

So you sent your wish out and ran. It was probably not the strongest or most interesting wish

But your wish to meet a dragon was really strong.

Strong enough for a certain wish granting dragon to notice.

Lotus Dragon wanted to brush it off but couldn’t.

The strong desire to meet a dragon was kinda overwhelming

Why though?

That was the most interesting part.

You wanted to meet a dragon because you find them cool.

So cool that you studied them… for fun?

Studying dragons is a very odd concept to Lotus Dragon.

You could have studied anything else, but you chose dragons?

Lotus Dragon is a little judgmental, but the more they look at your wish, the more interested they get

They can truly see how passionate you are for dragons and how much you actually want to see one prominent

It’s a little cute.

Lotus Dragon looks at you wish in a fond way now

There’s some affection for you growing in them but they push it down, it’s not time to give a common cookie this affection

But maybe making your wish come true will get Lotus Dragon closer to you

Lychee Dragon

While trying to get to the Tropical Soda Islands you found yourself in the Rambutan Village.

I mean, there aren’t any dragons but you can sure tell others about them!

And your knowledge was actually liked by a lot of cookies

Especially that kid Mangosteen Cookie

They loved hearing about your stories and knowledge about dragons

Something weird was that monsters stoped appearing as often…

Weird…

At least for anyone who’s not Mangosteen Cookie.

Mangosteen Cookie knew why monsters weren’t appearing

It’s because they had been a little distracted with you and your knowledge on dragons

It gave them a weird sense of pride when you showed how much you knew about dragons

Mangosteen Cookie wouldn’t say it or show it, but they were actually a dragon!

Lychee Dragon or The Violet Dragon to be exact

Lychee just enjoyed hearing you talk about dragons for hours on end

Your voice was actually kinda calming

But you were always with Lychee or well Mangosteen, no matter the day

But sometimes, Lychee wished they could show their true self to you without causing a panic among everyone

Now Lychee realized that they had fallen in love with you, they know that

But would Lychee try and get you to fall in love with them or would they just hypnotize you?

Longan Dragon

An average day.

That’s all your life was.

Average.

You taught some younger cookies about dragons and told them stories but other than that nothing really happened

But there was one thing that was weird…

Golden eye orb things could be spotted around places you went to on a daily basis.

Kinda like they were watching you.

Freaky.

But beyond those eyes laid The Ivory Dragon

The dragon watched you with curiosity on a very regular basis

Longan Dragon found you interesting…

A weak, insignificant cookie who knew a lot about dragons.

Interesting..

But while watching you The Ivory Dragon saw two cookies holding hands and being affectionate towards one another

Longan Dragon wanted to do that with you…

But… what was the feeling they felt..?

Was it love..? Or was it pity..?

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #pitaya dragon cookie #lotus dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #lychee dragon cookie #longan dragon cookie

[lillylvjy]

Tender is the night (for a broken heart)

A/n// hello! So I’ve been writing this fic for… a long time. But it’s also one of my fav fics I’ve wrote so far, and it means a lot to me. It is long but! It’s cute so, enjoy! Also, if it seems like it’s everywhere, I’m so sorry. I tried to make it as connected and sensible as I could!

Warnings// kissing, some sexual innuendos at the end ig, hurt/comfort, reader being insecure, crying, swearing, panic attack, a lot of fluff at the end, Sarah being a bitch. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

Edited and 5.5k words!

When you and Wilbur started dating, you thought it was a joke.

Wilbur was the smart and nerdy, yet extremely attractive and well known kid. He was the lead trumpet in the band and a straight A student. He liked to play guitar for small gigs at your local coffee shop, but it was also the same place he worked at on a regular day basis after school.

And you. You were the smart and nerdy kid that no one really knew. You always kept to yourself. You were usually sitting at one of the corner tables at lunch watching the group of girls crowd around Wilbur. You worked at the diner down the street from the café as a waitress. You wrote poetry for fun and put your art in art shows that happened in the city to try and sell them to gain a couple bucks.

To put it simply. You were a nobody. An outcast.

So when Wilbur came over to you at lunch one day, tapping your shoulder to get your attention over the music blasting in your ears, you were shocked.

“Hey! Y/n right?” The boy asked you as you took off your headphones and looked up at him. You took a quick glance over at the group of girls and saw all of them looked confused and jealous he was paying attention to you. The schools nobody.

“Uh.. yeah! Yeah I’m y/n.” You said hesitantly and quiet. “What are you doing over here? Don’t you have other girls to talk to?” You said with a bitter tone.

“Ouch. I can talk to other people you know? What? Don’t want to talk to me?!” He asked as he leant against the wall your table was against and smirked down at you.

You rolled your eyes as you put your pencil down on your notebook. “No Wilbur. I really don’t want to talk to you. I’m busy.” You pointed down to your notebook with a rough sketch of the scene that was in front of you a couple second ago. You had the silhouettes of the students drawn out but got rudely interrupted by Wilbur before you were going to start drawing him.

“Ahh. I see. Is this what you always do at lunch?” He asked as he stole your notebook from the table and flipped through the notebook.

“Wait! Wilbur, stop it! Give it back!”

“What?! Got something bad in here?! Do you draw naked people like Jack from Titanic?! Even worse, do you draw me-“ Wilbur froze as he looked down at your notebook, his face falling slowly into a look of confusion and disbelief.

You quickly grabbed your notebook from Wilbur’s loose grasp and closed it up. You held it to your chest as you closed your eyes and waiting for him to start laughing. But yet, no laughing came.

“Was- Was that me?” He asked in a hushed voice for only you to hear.

“Yeah, so what?” You asked back in a harsh voice.

“I- It’s really good. Like super good. Can I see it again?” He asked you softly as he sat down next to you and held his hand out, head slightly turnt to look at you.

You hesitantly put the notebook in his hand and let him have his fun. As he opened the notebook and flipped through, you watched his face. His face was always perfect somehow. Not just because it was symmetrical! But, because it was always so loose. He had very few wrinkles and he had a little crease it his forehead from when he smiled. He looked peaceful and beautiful. Regardless if he did have any or not, he would always be perfect to you. Always.

“I like this one.” He snaps you out if your thoughts as he points to the page he’s on. One of your favorites as well. It was a portrait of him, but it was his side profile while laughing. He continued flipping until he got to the one he landed on. That one was a drawing of him playing the guitar in a flower field. Something you kind of just.. came up with. But it was by far the one you admired and cherished the most. “Now this. This is incredible. How did you draw this?” He asked looking up at you.

“Oh! Um.. I just kind of imagined a place you would possibly play at and came up with this. It took a while but, it was worth it.” You tell him as you trace over the likes of rough pencil markings and dark shaded areas, admiring the piece. While you did that, Wilbur never took his eyes off you. He watched how your eyes filled with happiness and nostalgia from when drawing this. Filled with relief and longing. He watched your lips twitch as you held back a smile. God how much he would love to see you smile. “But it’s nothing important. Just a silly little sketch.” You concluded as you grabbed the notebook and put it into your bag as the bell rang.

“Do you put any of your art in the art show they do up in the city? Because if you do, you should definitely put that one in there.” Wilbur says as he gets up with you and slings his backpack on his back.

“I do. But I don’t know if I want to put that one. I like it too much.” You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him.

Wilbur smiled back down at you. “Do you have another class for the rest of the day?”

“Um… no actually. Why?” You asked him as you both started to walk out of the school.

“Would you maybe want to go get coffee and maybe go to that flower field so I can play you some music? And so you can draw my handsome self again, obviously.” Wilbur cockily added the last part.

“Hmm. Only if I pay. It’s the least I could do since you’re letting me get a free show and a drawing session in one day.” You offered him.

“Deal. But this is the only time you will be paying. Also I’m driving.” Wilbur says as he stops in front of his car. It was an old, rusty, beat up red truck. But it fit him so well. Like it was made for him.

“Oh? So you’re saying there’ll be another time?” You jokingly questioned him.

“Only if you want it darling.” Wilbur told you as he opened the door for you as you gave him your bag. Wilbur quickly put the bags in the back and ran to the drivers side. He put his phone on the aux and put on a random playlist.

“We’ll see how today goes pretty boy. And maybe there will be another time.” You said as you rolled down your window and let the fall breeze into the car. Wilbur did the same with his and chuckled at the nickname. You looked at him from your seat and smiled brightly at him as he looked at you.

“Well then. I’ll try my best to make it the best time you have ever had.” Wilbur says as he backs out of the parking lot and to the coffee shop.

After that day, you and Wilbur grew closer. You continued to hang out as friends. And eventually those feelings turned into more for the both of you, and the hangouts became dates. And by the end of your junior year, you and Wilbur were dating. Everyone always told you how good you and Wilbur were together. And you thought that too. You loved him. A lot. Yes you had worries but, those quickly subsided when he was around.

You and Wilbur graduated high school with the both of you getting voted best couple of the year in your year book. Wilbur went to college for a couple years but soon dropped out to pursue music. He made a band and quickly started to make music and publish it, which was going extremely well. You, on the other hand, went to college and finished. Going to classes for drawing and painting, to improve your skills, and majoring in fine arts and digital arts. You continued to sell and show your art off at shows and art museums when they offered. You also got a job at a school teaching art and teaching kids that art can help express things and tell stories.

You loved that Will followed his heart and pursued music. You loved watching him just play small snippets of the things him and the guys were working on for you. Loved being apart of the writing process, as well as the designing process. You loved seeing him so happy and excited with his music.

You both lived together in an apartment in downtown Brighton and you were both happy!

Well. At least you were. You didn’t know about how Wilbur felt after finding those text.

Wilbur and you were both lying on the couch, watching a movie. Well. You were at least. Wilbur fell asleep half way through the movie with his arm holding your waist, pulling you close to him. The other hand that was tracing your arms was now in yours as you played with his fingers, listening to his soft snores and his little whispers from his dreams. He looked so peaceful.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of Wilbur’s phone buzzing on the coffee table. Thank god it was on silent or he could’ve woken up immediately knowing him. You took the phone and pressed the ‘shut off’ button to turn of the buzzing.

Once you were settled into Wilbur again. The buzzing started up again. You groaned as you moved and turned the buzzing off again. That had to be it.

A couple minutes later his phone started to buzz again, but short, little buzzes from text messages.

Now you were curious.

Who needed his attention this badly, besides you of course.

You slowly reached over to grab Wilbur’s phone and turned it on to show his lock screen.

The lock screen was a picture of you and Wilbur, sitting on the couch that was in the studio. You sitting on Will’s lap with his guitar in your own lap. Wilbur’s hand fingering the chords, as you strum whatever song you guys were playing. Wilbur’s free hand on your thigh as you both looked at each other with goofy smiles. You remember that day like it was yesterday. The day Wilbur told you he loved you.

When you finally snapped out of your thoughts, you looked down at the messages that continued to come through. You grimaced as you swiped up into his phone to reveal the numbers asking for the password. You hated going on or even through his phone. You didn’t want to be considered that girlfriend. You weren’t the jealous type and it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, because you did! But. His phone never went off like this unless it was you wanting his attention or his band mates trying to get him to wake up on Saturday mornings for practice.

You typed in Wilbur’s password for his phone, which was your birthday. He said it was “more romantic than a stupid little password that didn’t mean anything to him.” Which you didn’t argue with. As you finally got into his phone, you took a deep breathe and went into messages.

But the name you saw didn’t seem real.

Sarah. A girl throughout high-school you were always jealous of. She was the cheer captain her senior year and she was always on varsity cheer throughout the years. She was the definition of perfect to you. She was beautiful, nice and extremely smart. She was one of those popular girls who was always super nice to people… well like you. The quote-on-quote “weirdos”. Even when she was friends with absolute assholes, it felt nice to be noticed by her. Now, junior year, it was rumored that her and Wilbur liked each other. I mean, they always talked to each other, sat by each other, and you could tell by the way Wilbur looked at her that something was going on. That’s one major reason of why you were jealous of her. But, the rumors were quickly shut down when Brett, the quarterback, asked her to the homecoming after the big game against their rivals. She obviously said yes and that was the end of the story. Sarah and Brett started dating and Wilbur was, you could say, forgotten by her. But you could tell Wilbur still had feelings for her after that night at the football game.

“Why is she texting him?” You thought out loud. You heard Will groan and shift slightly after you said that. You froze and looked at him until you heard his snores start back up, that’s when you relaxed. You looked down at the text.

‘Hey Wilbur!’

‘Are we still getting coffee this afternoon?’

‘Text me back when you can!’

When you say your heart stopped, you meant it. Coffee? With her? With the person he knows makes you insecure about everything? He said he had a get together with his friends tonight. What the fuck is going on?!

You scrolled up and saw the text messages they had earlier. Nothing screamed ‘cheating!’, you know Wilbur wouldn’t do that. But some whispered, ‘watch out for her.’

As you heard Wilbur groan and begin to wake up, you quickly put his phone on the table and smiled up at him.

‘Act normal. Talk about it later.’

“Hey sleepy head.” You put on a small smile as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked… perfect.

“Hey. Have you been awake this whole time?” He asked in a scratchy deep voice. He looked at you as you scratched his scalp and smiled.

“Eh. I woke up about 10 minutes ago.” You said while pecking his chin. He laughed and cupped your face in his hands as he pulled you up to be face to face with him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and looked at you for a couple seconds. “You, my love, are so beautiful.” He leant up and kissed you. Slow and passionate.

The kiss lasted shorter than you both would’ve liked but Wilburs phone started buzzing again. He groaned as he reached for the little device and grimaced as he looked at it. “Sorry love. I have to go. James is calling me.” Wilbur said as he got up from underneath you and put his shoes back on. “I’ll bring back some food for you ok?” He asked you as he pecked your lips one last time.

“Mhm. Just don’t get the wrong thing this time.” You teased him.

“That was one time! And I promise I won’t.” He said back to you as he kisses your forehead and grabbed his wallet and phone.

“I love you. Have fun.” You said as he opened the front door.

“I love you too darling.” He smiled at you as he closed the door.

You quickly frowned as thoughts started to crowed your mind.

‘When he comes home, I’ll ask him about it.’

Well. That was two days ago. And you still haven’t talked to him about it. It’s not like you haven’t had time or you haven’t seen him! You two are basically stuck to the hip when you can be. But. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe it was true. Maybe Wilbur never loved you and kept in touch with Sarah secretly this whole time and waited until she was either single or loved him again.

No. Your head was just playing tricks on you right? He wouldn’t do that! He’s a good guy. And he loves you. Right?

Wilbur came home from filming a video with Tommy and the rest of the boys. Once he came into the house and greeted you, you sat him down on the couch with you and sighed.

“We need to talk Will. And it’s nothing bad, maybe.” You said, anxiety filling your body as you looked down at your hands in your lap and started picking at them.

“Love what’s up? Talk to me.” Wilbur whispered to you as he grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You looked at him and sigh. “Do you love me? Like… truly. Do you love me?” You asked, slow and drawn out. your voice quiet and breathy, almost like you didn’t want to be saying those words and you didn’t want the reply to them.

The moment those words fell from your mouth, Wilbur’s face fell. He felt… sad? Angry? Confused? Why did you ask him that? Didn’t you know you were all he can think about half the time? Of course he loves you! “Love. Why are you asking that?” Wilbur asked in confusion and disbelief you would even ask that.

“No. Wil. I need you to answer the question. Do you love me or not?” You said, your voice raising slightly as you let go of his hands and got up from the couch.

“I- what brought this up y/n? I just want to know what I did to make you think this-“

“I saw the text. I saw what you both were doing that night. You fucking lied to me Wil! How long has this been going on? How long have you been seeing her?!” You raised your voice as you spoke. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t angry per-say. You were more upset and disappointed. If this was true, you were done.

“What text?! What are you talking about?” Wilbur said as he scrunched his face up and looked at you like you were crazy.

“Oh don’t fucking try that on me. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You and Sarah have been secretly seeing each other this whole time, right? All the times you went out with the “guys”. It was with her. Right?!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you held back sobs.

Wilbur just looked at you with the most heartbreaking look ever. You saw the text? He got rid of those! He wasn’t even worried about the text at the moment though. He was upset and angry you thought that about him. Thought that he would do that. But disappointed at himself for not getting rid of her number and just telling you about what happened. “Y/n-“

“Please tell me this is fake. Please tell me what I’m feeling is just my mind playing games on me!” You sobbed as your ran your hands through your hair. “Please, Wilbur. I- I love you so much. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You whimpered as you choked back sobs as you looked at him through blurry eyes. Wilbur hurriedly got up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought your head to his chest and held it there as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his torso and scrunched his sweater up in your hands and squeezed.

Your thoughts persisted as you sobbed into his sweater. ‘He doesn’t love you. He never did!’ ‘He was using you the whole time to get over her.’

It didn’t feel real.

“Please- Wilbur please-“ You gasped out through sobs as you grabbed your chest, trying to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, ok? Focus on me.” He said in the softest voice you have ever heard as he gently cupped your face. “Deep breathes. In and out, ok? Do it with me. In-“ Wilbur inhaled as you grabbed into his forearms and followed him. Once he saw you take in as much air as you could, he exhaled. “And out. Good girl. Yeah. And just keep doing that with me ok?” You nodded as Wilbur helped you get a steadier breathe.

Once you nodded at him to tell him you were alright, he brought his forehead down to your own and sighed. “Can I- Can I please explain, all of this?” He asked you as he leaned back to look at you. You nodded, afraid if you spoke you would start crying again.

Wilbur sighed and gently brought you to the couch. He grabbed your hands and held them in his own as he kissed them gently. “Darling. I love you so much. So goddamn much. And I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wilbur started but quickly stopped as he got choked up. He was scared to be honest. Scared you would leave him either way. Scared that once he explained the whole situation, you would still be upset about all of it. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not having you there with him. Not having your stupid jokes and your silly faces when he wakes up in the mornings. Not having anyone to come home too. Not having you to share music with.

He didn’t like the thought of you not being in his life anymore.

Wilbur looked up to see you looking at him with a sad lopsided smile and waiting patiently for him to continue as you rubbed his knuckles. “I-“ He took a few breathe before continuing. “I saw her at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago. And I hadn’t seen her since high school so I just went up to say hi and ask how she was doing.” Wilbur took a deep breathe before continuing the story. “She said that her and Brett broke up and she was home for the holiday. I had to leave, so I gave her my number, just to catch up her! Nothing else. And she texted me later that day if I wanted to get lunch and catch up in person. And me being the person I am said yes. And then during lunch I-“ Wilbur cleared his throat as he got chocked up once again. “I knew she was trying to flirt with me. She kept touching my hand and making unnecessary comments about me and just- it didn’t seem right. So I started talking about you and she got annoyed. That’s when I finally realized she didn’t want to catch up, more like she wanted to see if I was available. Which I made it super clear that I wasn’t! I mean. I thought I did. I thought I blocked her number, truly. I didn’t think she would keep pestering me about seeing her after talking about you. Y/n-“ Wilbur got cut off by his own sob. All you did was bring him into your chest while crying with him. “I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you. I didn’t mean for you to think like that. I should’ve never said a-anything to her. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed out into your chest as he held you close to him like a lifeline. Like you would leave any moment.

You buried your face into the messy mop of hair on top of his head. You just sat there, holding him and crying with him, whispering to him that you loved him and it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know this was going to happen. He didn’t plan for this to happen. It wasn’t his fault.

As you both settled down and your breathing was back to a regular rhythm, you lifted his head in your hands and wiped his tear stained cheeks and gave him a weak smile. “Wil. It’s not your fault. You were just being the nice person you always are, and I love you for that. And I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just, kind of mad at myself and confused about everything. Mad at myself for letting myself get upset over this without letting you talk. Letting myself get insecure about our relationship and your feelings about me because of her. But also knowing your history with her, it kinda made my brain go into thoughts I didn’t like.” You let out a shaky sigh as you tried to blink away your tears. “But I’m also conf-“ you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m just also confused on where you went that night and all those nights that you just left in a hurry or just left while smiling at your phone. It doesn’t make sense Wil.” Your voice cracked as you ended your sentence, putting your head down to look at your lap as your bottom lip quivered and you took deep breathes to stop yourself from crying.

Wilbur frowned at you as he sat up and took your hands in his again. “Love. You had all the right to be upset. I should’ve have told you I saw her, I should have told you about the lunch, I should’ve have told you about everything. And I’m so sorry you felt that way love. You shouldn’t have to be insecure about yourself or this relationship. I love you. And only you. You are perfect. And I only want you. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.” Wilbur sniffed as he lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. “There’s my perfect darling.” Wilbur smiled at you as he cupped your face and rubbed your cheeks. You sent him a weak smile back as you leant into his hand. “And if you’re wondering what I’ve been doing all of those nights. I’ve been with the Phil, Tommy, Jack, James, practically everyone. Every night. Not with her. And I had a plan, but I cant wait any longer so-“ Wilbur cut himself off as he went to his coat on the rack and went through his pockets. He held the mystery thing in his balled up fist and came back over to you.

Wilbur knelt down on one knee in front of you as he looked at you with a small smile. You just sat on the couch with a confused yet shocked face. “Wil-“

“Y/n. Ever since that one little interaction in the cafeteria in junior year, I’ve been utterly in love with you. From your art to the way you laugh and talk about the things you love for hours on end. You have become home. And I never really believed in that stuff, about how a person could become home to you. But now I do. I have found that one person i want to spend every moment with until I die. And the only person that will put up with my bullshit.” You laughed at that as you sniffed and held back tears. “And that is you, darling. Always and only you. Now-“ Wilbur sniffed and smiled as he looked at you and opened the small black box. Inside, a silver ring with a small yet beautiful diamond, which you knew was fake, on the top. You admired the ring as he took it out of its resting place and held it up to you. “I know it’s not much but, it’s something. Y/n L/n, will you make me the happiest man to ever exist and marry me?” Wilbur asked you, his hand slightly shaking as he awaited your answer.

You laughed a little as you yet again held back tears and nodded. “Of course I’ll marry you William. Oh my god.” You say in shock as Wilbur put on the ring and cupped your face. He pecked your lips softly and rested his forehead on yours as he laughed.

“Thank fuck. I was scared you were gonna say no.” Wilbur sighed out as you smiled up at him.

“I would never. I love you too much. That is unless you did do something bad-“

“I swear I didn’t!”

“I know, I know! What made you decide to do… that… now?” You asked him as he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Well, knowing you had those thoughts and knowing how impatient I am to just make you mine forever, fuck the plan. Sorry Phil but, I needed you to know that you are my forever. My one and only. My sugar plum. My little soft cute baby-“

“Ok now you’re pushing it.” You deadpanned at him as your crossed your arms and tried not to laugh at Wilbur’s pout.

“Fine. I just won’t call you anything. I won’t even call you my fiancé!” Wilbur whined out as he looked away from you.

Hearing him say that word. Fiancé. Brought a whole other world into you. A whole other part of your life you get to experience, with him.

“Nooooo! No please! I’m sorry! Call me what you like!! See what I did there- please I’m sorry!” You whined out as you kissed all over his face, not a spot left untouched by your lips.

Wilbur laughed at the song reference as you continued to kiss his face. He placed his hands on your waist and squeezed. “Ok! Ok, fine. I will call you whatever I like. And I won’t stop calling you my fiancé. Well- not until we’re married. Because then I get to call you my wife. Oh! I get to call you my wife then! Can we just get married now?! Please-“

Wil! Wil! Calm down dear. We’ll get married when we can afford it. And plus I want our family and friends there. But for now-“ You ran your hands through his hair and rubbed his head as his eyes fluttered shut. “You can call me your fiancé or any other nickname you want.” You smiled at him as he looked at you. Wilbur leaned in and softly connected your lips together. The kiss wasn’t quick or rough. It was like Wilbur was summoning all of his love for you into one kiss. The kiss was soft, slow, and love-filled.

It was perfect.

Once you both needed air, Wilbur pulled away and panted softly as he smiled widely at you. “I love you. And I’m sorry for what happened and not telling you anything. I promise to tell you everything for now on, like i should’ve been doing.” Wilbur sighed and rubbed your waist lightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” You smiled at him as you leaned in and kissed him again, but quickly pulling back before the kiss could go anywhere. “And what do you mean ‘like you should’ve been doing’?? I swear to god if you did something el-“

“Hey. None of it is bad. Maybe somethings I did with Tommy or the band that we kept secret, but nothing bad. Now shut up and kiss me.” Wilbur quickly reassured you as he pulled you back into him and kissed you again.

But you being the person you are, needed more answers. “No no no! Did- Did you and Tommy break the TV that one ti-“

“Darling. Love. Baby. Stop talking more kissing, ok? I want to show my fiancé how much I love them.” Wilbur quickly mumbled out as he started to kiss you again.

“Yeah but you have some explaining to do.” You mumbled out in between kisses.

“That depends if you even remember it after we’re done.” Wilbur says as he flips you over, so your back meets the couch, as he hovers over your frame.

“Oh, I will. But you can try to make me forget pretty boy.”

“Oh I certainly will.” Wilbur smirked as he leant down and pressed an intoxicating kiss onto your lips.

You were gonna have to try really hard to remember.

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Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do a Redson and reader child romance that reunited later on? The reader is gender neutral ^^

Yes! Absolutely I can!

REDSON X GN!READER

(Requested childhood romance to reuniting, reader is also a demon)

Rising from your bed, you let your bed-ratchet hair fall over your eyes with a groan. Swiping it out of your vision, you threw yourself off the bed and stumbled around your dingy apartment.

Apparently being the heir of a powerful demon family did no use into helping you finding a good living area.

With a begrudging sigh you grabbed what little coffee powder you had left and tossed it into your coffee maker. Eventually the smell of the coffee beans filled your senses while the carafe filled with the nearly black liquid.

Not even bothering to pour or prepare your coffee, you just grabbed the carafe and chugged it down.

You were thankful to be this heat resilient; thanks to your childhood sweetheart.

Oh yeah… you were wondering how he was doing.

It had been centuries since you two had seen each other… you two used to be inseparable.

Letting yourself zone out, you fondly reminisce on those memories of your childhood.

Through the grassy plains you were chasing around a younger Redson, holding a beetle in your palms and trying to urge him closer to it; his shrieks of terror fueled your laughter.

“C’mon, Redson! It’s just a tiny baby-beetle!” You would try to coax him, to which he hid himself behind a tree, cheeks flared red and the tips of his hair a vibrant orange. “No! Those things are super gross, and scary!”

You laugh at his terror, finally having your fill of fun and tossing the beetle away. “I can’t believe you’re scared of beetles like that,” you’d tease and sit down next to him.

“Psh- it’s not like I’m scared of them or anything they just-.. they catch me off guard, is all!” Redson tried to argue, face a brilliant red as he tried to save himself from embarrassment. “Yeah, Yeah… whatever, hothead!” You flicked his forehead, to which he grabbed you; now both of you were wrestling in the dirt. Both your shrieks of laughter filled the air as you tried to one-up each other.

You finally managed to get the upper ground, wrapping your arms around Redson and pressing his back to the tree. “Okay, okay, you win!” He huffed begrudgingly, still a faint hint of red on his cheeks. “Nah, I wanna hug you for a bit. You’re warm.” Your comment made him splutter, and eventually let you cuddle close to him despite his embarrassment.

Your mind snapped back into reality when a buzz came from your phone, with an exasperated sigh that your daydream had been interrupted you grabbed your phone and scrolled through. There was something that caught your eye though, a headline; “Demon Bull Family opens a noodle shop”.

Now that seemed something worth your time. There was no way Redson wouldn’t be there… he had to be.

Besides, you wanted something to eat anyways.

Grabbing whatever you needed to go out, and making sure you had a few of your more demonic features so you could go outside without being jumped.

It took you a hood bit to find the place, but eventually you did amongst the crowd…

Opening the creaky door you let yourself in, a bell chiming at the top of the door in your arrival.

“We’re closed right now. Go find food somewhere els-“ the Redhead’s words caught in his throat when he laid his eyes on you. “That’s no way to talk to a friend, now is it?” You snort, making your way up to the counter and smiling fondly at him. Oh how he’s grown.

“[Y/N]? Is that really you..? I thought I’d never see you again! Your family said you’d run away centuries ago…” Redson took your hands in his, the warmth of his hands encased yours just like you remembered.

“Yeah, I did. Long story short, my parents wanted to marry me off to a suitor… but that doesn’t matter right now. How are you, is everything good on your end? I was surprised to see you opened up a noodle shop…”

Redson blushed bashfully and pushed his tiny glasses up his nose. “Well.. I am a proud member of the Demon Bull family, something as mediocre as this is no issue!” He boasted proudly. He was a lot more confident then he was as a kid…

“Wow, you got a lot more confident over the years.” Your comment made him shake his head in surprise to your statement. “I was always confident!.. I just… wasn’t confident with you…” he squeaked out that last sentence with a red face. “You’re still as blushy as i remember, it’s cute.” A little flirty comment was enough to make Redson’s hair burst into flames of embarrassment.

A quiet skittering sound broke both of you out of your trance, you both looked to the floor to see a beetle. Redson let out a shriek of terror, scrambling away from it. “Get that thing away from me!!!” He shrieked out. With a cocked brow, you simply stomped on the bug, much to Redson’s surprise.

“You killed it..-“ he spoke softly. “Yeah, I did.”

“You used to be a lot more gentle with bugs when we were younger,” he stated obviously with a perplexed expression. “Well I didn’t have anyone to chase around with them,” you poked his forehead playfully, to which he scoffed.

A comfortable silence molded between you two, the slight hum-buzz of the fluorescent lights being the only thing that kept it from being completely silent. “So, I was wondering…” you started, his head snapped to look at you.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere sometime… maybe grab a bite to eat..-“ you were caught off guard when Redson abruptly grabbed your hands and screamed, “yes!” Like you were proposing to him.

Now it was your turn to blush.

“I would love to, [Y/N].”

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𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, died roughly 9 months ago. Unable to handle any more time alone in your formerly shared apartment, you decide to join a local therapy group you heard about from a friend. Little did you know, you’d meet a beautiful redhead going through a similar situation. You know you need to get better. For both your sake, and Natasha’s memory.

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: death of a romantic partner, depression, mentions of death of a family member, anxiety.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 The apartment had never been this quiet. It was never so silent. There had always been some kind of white noise, whether that was the coffee pot or the washing machine running. It had never been completely silent, up until now.

You could divide your life into two parts. Before the accident, and after. Before the accident, your life was awesome. Of course, some pretty awful shit had happened to you, but it didn’t compare to all of the good shit that happened too. You liked living. You liked being alive. Now, well, you weren’t as sure. 

It had been nine months. Nine months since the worst day of your life. Your life had been so full, and now, it felt so empty. 

You get up. You get ready. You go to work. You drive home. You turn on the TV. And then, you just sit. 

It’s been a while since the funeral. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left your apartment for fun. You went to work and you went to the store. That was pretty much it. 

The last time you’d left for any reason other than those had to be..maybe six months ago? 

You’d gone to a coffee shop with your friend, Sharon. 

“You’ve been so different after..you know. I completely understand, of course, but you shouldn’t have to live like this.” She said after sighing. She takes a sip of her latte from the porcelain mug in front of her.

“After my aunt died, I felt just like you, really. Remember my cousin Dottie? She went to a group therapy thing by the old Target. I don’t think they have it anymore, but some office nearby has to have one. I don’t know. I just think it would be good for you.” She suggested. 

“I’ll think about it.” You said, knowing you were not going to be thinking about it. Part of you felt ignored, knowing that the relationship between you and your late girlfriend was different than that of Sharon and her aunt. You said nothing, staring down at your own drink. 

“Good. I’ll send you some links later, alright?”

You nodded numbly. 

You’d really ended up ghosting her after that, along with all of your other friends. Sharon was the only one who continued to try and reach out, sending you a message every two days or so. She didn’t stop, knowing that you were at least reading them. 

You’d never reply, but that didn’t stop her. 

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you laid on the couch. You knew exactly who it was. 

Hey! There’s a group near your apartment that’s only just starting up. I have a friend who went there for just one on one therapy, and she said the people were super nice. You should think about it 💕

You sighed, letting your phone drop on your stomach. And then, in an instant, it was like you’d just snapped out of a dream. You looked around your apartment, seeing how dirty it had become. Trash littered on the kitchen table and counters, trash bags stacked in a corner. It smelled gross. You smelled gross. You felt gross. 

“What are you doing?” You mumbled to yourself, standing up. “This is fucking awful.” 

You grimaced, and you realized that Sharon was right. You should think about it.

So you did.

You took out the garbage. You took most of the junk off of the table. You did some of the dishes. You took a nice, long shower. You made some kind of improvement. Even if it wasn’t much, it was at least something.

It was better than nothing. Then, you took Sharon’s advice. Sending her a quick thumbs up emoji, you clicked the link she sent you, opening the website.

A small form later, you were officially signed up. The first meeting would be on Wednesday.

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“What do you think, Nat?” You mumble, adjusting your shirt. You weren’t wearing anything particularly nice, but you could tell there was a stark difference between what you looked like now, and what you’d looked like a few days ago.

You glanced down at the photo of the two of you you’d set on your dresser. Sucking in a deep breath, your phone vibrated in your pocket, your ringtone playing from its speakers. You’d set an alarm for when it was time to go.

The car ride there wasn’t too long. You’d been on much longer car rides before. One summer a few years ago, you and Natasha went on a road trip to a bunch of national parks.

You parked in the parking lot of the large building. Staring up at it, you noticed the logo and name. It was an eagle, you were pretty sure, in a circle. S.H.I.E.L.D. Therapy Offices, white letters on the front of the building announced.

Taking in more deep breaths, you nodded a few times. You were ready for this. Even if you weren't, there's no getting out of it. Not now.

Your legs felt hollow as you walked into the building. You were greeted by a large waiting room, which looked open and friendly enough. There was a reception desk, and a woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes smiled at you.

“Uh..hi,” you greeted awkwardly as you walked up to the desk.

“Hello. Are you here for that group?” She asked, and you felt your eyes widen. How would she know that? Did you look out of place?

“Sorry. We normally don’t have any appointments scheduled around now. Until the group, I mean.” She explained, and you nodded, smiling. Her name tag read ‘Maria Hill’, and you mentally took note of her name.

“Alright, I just need you to fill out this.” She slid a clipboard with some kind of form over the counter.

You smiled again, taking it and going to sit down. There was one other guy already there. He was wearing a purple shirt, his brown hair short. You couldn't tell what color his eyes were as he looked down at his phone.

You filled out the paperwork, going and taking the clipboard back to Maria.

"Thank you. Peter's gonna call you guys in when Dr. Coulson is done." She said, taking the clipboard from you. You went to sit back down, watching your feet.

The door opened, and two men—one short and skinny, and the other was about average height and seemed to have a bit of muscle on him, but you couldn’t be sure—walked up to the reception desk. The smaller one was blonde, with sky blue eyes and pale skin. He wore khaki pants and a t-shirt that was loose on him, and stood quite confidently. Not particularly bold or self-centered, just..open. He seemed very friendly, and you watched through your eyelashes as Maria Hill smiled at something he said.

The other guy dressed with a lot less confidence, and he stood awkwardly next to the blonde man. His hair was brown, and went down to a little above his shoulders. He had a jacket on, even in the warm weather. His eyes were a steel blue, though you only got a glimpse of them.

They quickly filled out their paperwork, and a few more people walked in. Most notably, a redhead. For a sliver of a moment, you mistook her for Nat. You mentally kicked yourself for it. You'd be lying if you didn't believe Nat could just walk through the door of your apartment any moment.

Her voice was warm, friendly. As she spoke to Maria, you could hear it. When she turned to fill out her clipboard, you saw her large doe-like green eyes. She smiled softly at you, before coming to sit a few seats down from you. She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it.

Pushing that strange thought out of your head, you waited patiently.

A young man, with brown eyes and brown hair, walked through a hallway and into the waiting area. This must be Peter, you assumed.

“You can all follow me this way—Dr. Coulson’s ready now.” He announced.

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The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!” 

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you. 

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!” 

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!” 

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon. 

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you. 

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did. 

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile. 

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!” 

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice. 

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create. 

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–” 

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it. 

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral. 

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder. 

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being  ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on. 

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork. 

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for. 

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp. 

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!” 

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before. 

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength. 

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights. 

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!” 

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you. 

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path.  Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face. 

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders. 

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you. 

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist. 

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear. 

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path. 

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving. 

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck. 

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt. 

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

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living with bangtan part 4 (18+)

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You don't say anything at first. You figure you should make him squirm a little. It was his fault.

"So you're going to ignore me?" Yoongi cocks his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Are you really sulking right now?"

"You humiliated me!" You whirl on him.

He takes a sharp intake of breath, not expecting this reaction. "I think you'll find that was Namjoon." He starts in a small voice.

"The drink was just the final straw." You let your arms fall at your sides. "You told us off like we were children. Jungkook might be used to that but I'm not. I'm not your liability to watch, Yoongi."

"I think you'll also find the liability was Namjoon." He scratches his head. "Do you really think kissing Jungkook was the right choice?"

You scoff, almost laughing incredulously at his tone of voice. "Who do you think you are to tell me about my choices? You bring a different girl home every other night." You hear how high pitched and wavering your voice sounds and curse inwardly.

"Pfft." He pulls his eyes away from you for a few seconds before latching them back on to you. "Okay. You're right. I was out of line."

You realise you've been holding your breath, you exhale and the two of you stare at each other.

You think back to 10 minutes ago. Was what you were doing really that bad? Having fun? With a super hot guy? So what if he also happened to be your room mate...Okay maybe it was a questionable decision, but it was just a kiss. Why did Yoongi have to lose his shit in front of everyone? You wished you kept more of a cool before, god why couldn't you be granted the power of redoing arguments.

But even though it showed more of Yoongi's character, and a problem he clearly had with the situation, it was Jin's glare that caused the panic attack to take surface, propelling you away from the neon lights and out into the strangely warm night.

"I think maybe we were both acting crazy." You breathe. "Either way, I need to get out of here."

The BMW pulls up beside you and you wave at the driver. You step off the curb, your heel getting caught in a drain. You yelp, twisting on the spot, mentally preparing yourself to add an injury to your list of problems, but Yoongi catches you in his arms.

"If you think I'm letting you get in this car alone, you're even crazier."

"It's an uber." You wave the white screen at him. "I ordered it, dummy."

"I know." He tells you as if that explains things. It's then you both realise he's still holding you. He lets go, and steps towards the car. "I don't like the idea of you getting in this guys car, in the state you're in."

"What do you mean the state I'm in, you dick?" You push past him, opening the car door. "Hi, yeah it's Y/N!" You tell the driver, coherently.

Yoongi slides in beside you and shuts the door, remind the driver of the address with a smile.

"What are you doing?" You gasp.

"Going home." He looks straight ahead. "This night was done. For me, anyway."

The ride back to the apartment is uncomfortably silent. The driver even notices the tension, and switches on the radio, playing a talk show at a medium volume. You wish he would turn the volume all the way, so you couldn't hear yourself think.

You let the two of you into the apartment, and you storm straight to your room. It's then you realise that your room key currently resides in Jimin's pocket.

"Fuuuuck." You hang your head. "I'm so done with today!"

"You locked yourself out?" Yoongi raises a brow.

"I gave my key to Jimin to hold while I ran back in for my phone." You rub your temples at the idiocy.

"Can't multitask, noted." Yoongi nods.

"If you're trying to piss me off even more, keep going." You snap. "Ugh, I have to sit in the kitchen all night and wait for them to come home in a soaking wet dress."

Yoongi hesitates on a thought, you watch him decide whether to voice it or not. "You can borrow something of mine."

You glance at him and he meets your eyes. "It's the least I can do, I guess. For cock blocking you."

You sigh. "It was JUST A KISS."

"Yeah, that's how it starts." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he unlocks his room.

His room is the complete opposite of how you imagined it would be. In your head you saw grey sheets, one pillow on the bed, various female lingerie hanging from every corner. Instead it was clean, white fluffy pillows, and if there were any evidence of his sexcapades, they were hidden away. It actually had a nice aesthetic.

"Wow." You breathed in. "Smells good too."

"What?" He doesn't turn around, instead he opens a draw and pulls out a t-shirt of his.

"I was just...surprised at your room is all."

"Sure." He chucks the t-shirt at you. "Get out of that dress."

"So that's how you do it?" You tilt your head. "Pretty aggressive start."

He stares at you, willing a comeback to make its way off his tongue. Instead his eyes soften. "You know, for someone that hates being judged. You do an awful lot of judging."

Your smirk dies on your lips. "I-you're right." You hug the t-shirt against you. "You have every right to do what you want with your...many evenings. Just like I do, mine."

"Glad we sorted that out." He coughs. "It's not that many evenings though."

"Sure." You grin. "Um, I'll just..."

You slip inside the en suite that you all have, Yoongi's isn't as tidy as his bedroom. It seemed he got ready in here in a hurry. Skincare and shaving stuff spilled across the sink. A bottle of hair wax that he clearly abandoned the idea of, sitting on the plughole.

Whilst Yoongi makes himself comfortable on the bed, (well as much as he can whilst knowing you're currently undressing a few steps away from him) you place the t-shirt down on the laundry basket and begin to slide the tiny straps off your shoulders, the smell of some fruity concoction bleeding from your skin.

"Ugh." You managed to get the dress down underneath your bra, when it seems to move no more. Damp and stuck to your body like superglue. You whine and tug with all your might, but it doesn't budge.

You need help.

"Yoongi...?"

"Yes?"

"I'm..I can't get the stupid thing off." You huff.

"What thing?" He calls back softly.

"The dress. It's too wet." You don't know why you're still hiding in the bathroom. If you wanted his help you might as well go to him.

You step out in front of his bed, a hand over your chest. His mouth hangs open, a quirk on the corners of his lips. "And you want me to...?"

"Peel the fucking thing off me." You groan. "Rip it off at this point I don't care."

He laughs, swinging his legs around to hang off the bed. He pulls you to stand in between his legs. "You need to relax, girl." He coos, feeling around the top of the dress for a zip. When he doesn't find one, he starts gently twisting you out of it. "I won't rip it. It's too pretty to destroy."

You stare at him as he focuses on his task. His brows are crossed in concentration, but his cheeks are pink. He gets the dress to your hips and stops. "Can I be rough?"

"What?" You blush.

"I just...need some extra force to get it off your..."

The words die in his mouth just like you do in that moment. Your ass. A panicked expression comes over him and he looks up at you. "I mean it's a compliment."

"Oh my god." You laugh, moving your hands off your chest to cover your face.

Yoongi swallows, your boobs sitting so nicely in your bra, right in front of his face. The black lacey thing fit you perfectly, he couldn't help but notice. Your tits looked like they would pop out if he did add the force he was suggesting.

It's then that you check on why he's so still, and catch him in the act. "Yoongi!"

"Wh-what! Why?" He pushes you away slightly. "It's not my fault you bought this two sizes too small."

"It's NOT small, it's wet!" You exclaim, blushing. "You think I like standing here in your room, half naked?"

"Most people don't seem to have a problem." He shrugs.

"See now who's making comments." You fold your arms, his eyes drop down for another second at the way your boobs look pushed together.

"You know what I think?" He licks his lips. "Sounds like you kinda wish you were one of them."

"Please." You scoff, but he hesitantly pulls you in by the material of your dress and you don't stop him.

"I don't think you would even be standing here at all if you didn't want me to look at you. See you." He breathes hot air on your belly. "I see you in every way, and you know I like what I see, Y/N."

When he says your name his voice takes on an edge you haven't heard since his early flirtatious days when you first moved in. His lips graze your belly button and a warm sensation fills your underwear. As he's a vampire and can smell it, his dark eyes flit to yours, a new confidence appearing in the black circles.

"This is the better choice, and we both know it."

You gasp inwardly as you realise what you're about to do. In the same second, you cup his jaw with both hands and bring your lips down to his. He catches them, ready. Your lips part instantly, letting in that catty tongue of his. Moaning into your mouth, Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and his hands slide up and down your back.

You take the lead, pushing back onto the bed, you straddle him, the ultra mini skirt that was your dress riding up over your ass. You start grinding against his jeans, the friction burning a hole in your thong. He makes a noise then, disconnecting your lips and finding your eyes.

"It's still your choice, Y/N."

"What are you saying?" You pant, annoyed slightly that he stopped your ministrations.

"I'm saying you can still call this off." He catches his breath, planting a wet kiss to your collarbone. "But if you say you want this, I don't know if I can-"

"I want this." You press down harder on him, earning a whimper from his throat. "Get this dress off."

You know how they say, mothers will get super human strength and be able to lift a car if their child was trapped underneath? The struggle between Yoongi and the dress was a bit like that. Hearing your breathy voice practically beg him to have you was all the power he needed.

In seconds you find yourself off his lap and on all fours beside him, he clambers off the bed and tugs the dress down and over your ass cheeks. You gasp and moan as you're exposed to the cool air in the room.

"Mhm." He sounds, sliding a finger underneath your thong, dragging his digit down over your slit. "Just as I thought."

As if sensing your pending question, he leans over you, his mouth on your earlobe. "More than just our good girl."

"Yoongi, please." You shiver.

He collects the wetness on his finger and darts his tongue out to taste you. "Yeah, no more waiting."

He flips you onto your back and you kick the dress off your legs, leaving you in your underwear. He hovers over you, kissing you again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Almost." You reach your hands under t-shirt, lifting the material over his head. You then reach your hand down and cup him over his jeans. "Your turn."

He helps you help him out of his clothes, and then his lips are on yours again, while he shuffles the two of you along the bed until your head is on the pillows. You run your hands through his hair as he kisses down your chest. You need his mouth on you, everywhere. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting your tits spill out in front of him. He groans at the sight, his mouth instantly attaching to your nipple.

"Fuck." You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple. HIs other hand reaching down to stroke you through your thong. "Oh, Yoongi."

He kisses your nipple goodbye and lifts his head up again, his fingers still working painfully slow on your sex. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"I know." You bite your lip, mimicking your interaction from the last party. Who knew back then, that this is where you'd end up a couple weeks later.

He captures your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. So tender that it surprises you and has your other lips leaking. He parts himself from you again. "I'm gonna help you relax now, okay?"

"Okay."

And he does. He eats you out like a man starved. Like he's wanted this and nothing but this since you moved in. A part of him he didn't think could feel satisfied just from eating pussy. You sounds, your scent, your expressions, your body, your words, your red hot angry eyes that you show only to him, and the look of pleasant surprise you show only to him too.

"Yoongi you're gonna make me-"

"Uhuh." He pants, his tongue coming up for air before pressing down on your clit.

"Oh god, yes, right there. Don't stop."

You sing. Yoongi doesn't think he's ever heard a piece of music quite so beautiful.

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He lays next to you for quite some time while you come down from the cloud he placed you on with his mouth. After a few minutes you reach for him, trying to touch him in anyway you can, but he takes your hands and folds them against you.

"No..." You whisper.

"Not tonight, love." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "I don't think I can last long after that. Besides I need you to be awake and really ready for me."

"I am." You yawn, already accepting defeat.

He chuckles into your hair and then stops. "You still smell like overpriced cocktails."

"Ugh." You try not to think about reality, but the memory of the night comes barging in.

Dancing. Jungkook. The argument. The drink. The key. Yoongi's mouth on your-

The boys, who could be home any minute.

"I should go wait in the kitchen." You sit up quickly, scooching to the end of the bed.

Yoongi is surprised by your quick movements. "Hey, relax. You need to sleep."

"Yeah, in my own bed." You glance at him and then soften. "Sorry. I'm just not ready to deal with more looks."

"Ookay." He collapses back into the pillows. "You know the way out."

"Always the gentlemen." You roll your eyes. "I'm glad I got the full Yoongi experience." You stomp to the bathroom and shove the t-shirt on. You walk back over to the bed.

"I need some bottoms."

"Oh." He gets up then, and reaches into a different draw. "Here, where my boxers."

"Yoongi, I'm trying NOT to get more suspicious stares tonight."

"Fine." He picks up some basketball shorts off the floor. "Satisfied?"

You snatch the shorts and stuff your legs into them, they're a bit baggy but you roll them over to keep them from falling down. "Thanks. For everything."

"You don't need to thank me for anything." He stares at you in the small light of the bedside lamp.

You smile quickly and dart out of the room, your non horny braincells finally returning as you pad down the hallway to the kitchen to wait for Jimin to return with your key. This was even worse than kissing Namjoon or Jungkook. Yoongi kissed you. Everywhere. Yoongi.

The one that teased you, the one that had a constant rotation of girls leaving his room every week. God, you hoped he was clean. At least you didn't have full on sex. Just as importantly, at least he seemed to act casual about it, as if the two of you didn't just break the one unspoken rule of the apartment. You wonder how long he'll keep his dirty mouth shut about this.

It isn't long before you hear an abundance of footsteps shuffling out of the elevator and entering the apartment. It can only be the boys back from the club, no one else would be moving around that loudly at this time of night.

"Hey! How was the rest of your night?" You try to put on a bright facade as you hug your knees to your chest in the dining chair.

You're met with mostly concerned faces. "We couldn't really enjoy ourselves after you left." Hobi tells you. "We were too worried about the two of you."

"Really?" You search all of their faces. Tae comes and pulls your head to his body, stroking your hair. Jin is at the cupboard, pulling a couple of instant ramen packets out.

"Yes, really." He looks over his shoulder at you with a soft expression. You give him a small smile back.

"Where's Yoongi?" Hobi asks, as Jungkook plants a wobbly Namjoon onto the sofa.

"Uh, in his room, I think."

Jungkook looks over at you, tonguing his cheek. "He just left you out here?"

"No, I mean, he stayed out with me for a bit, but he looked pretty tired so I sent him to bed."

"You're too good." Jimin approaches. "Why aren't you in bed?" He looks you over. "And what are you wearing?"

"You have my key." You smirk, distracting everyone from your outfit. "Um, and Yoongi gave me some stuff to change into, seen as my dress was soaked."

"I'm soghhy." Namjoon calls groggily from the cough.

"It's okay, Joon!" You call over to him, chuckling.

Everything would be okay. Sure, things were complicated now, you practically were checking off your room mates on a kiss list but you were safe and dry. There were worst things to be dealing with. This would blow over just like your kiss with Joon and hopefully now Jungkook. You were all mature adults! Plus, you had to give it to Yoongi after all, he knew how to relax you.

"Well you sure perked up." Jin tilts his head. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." You lower your nose into the collar of the t-shirt, breathing in Yoongi's smell. "I'm super."

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END OF PART 4

oof well there it is...hope you enjoyed ;) stay tuned for part 5 <3

#bts #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #bts smut #jungkook fic #taehyung fic #namjoon fic #jin fic #hobi fic #jimin fic

[love-killed-the-superstar]

The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

#the last ronin #the last ronin 2 #the last ronin 2 spoilers #tlr #tlr2 spoilers

[sofasoap]

Presents - Part III

Pairing :  Simon Ghost Riley + Platonic F!reader ( Chameleon)

John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Simon ghost Riley x Mini MacTavish

Rating : Mature content.

Summary: Ghost and Chameleon bonding over hand made soap.

Sequel to Presents and Presents - part II

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe within the Simon route.

Continuation of Little secret series.

Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Why are you holding a heavy box?” Ghost is currently staring down at you, with a box in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” Similarly, you are staring up at him, with a box in your hand too. 

“Give that to me. Price will kill me if he sees you carrying that box and I am not helping.” Simon grumbled at you. “Why are you on tonight shift anyway, you shouldn’t be doing night shift in your condition.”

You sighed, “Not you too. I am pregnant, not sick or anything Simon. I already had this argument with John.”

“You are just as stubborn as Mini.”

“And Mini said you are overprotective.”

“Well can you blame me?” Ghost let out a sigh. He definitely has a slight fear around pregnant women, thinking they are ready to snap or blown away by the wind. 

You can just imagine Ghost having a very similar argument with Mini a few months ago when she rang you one day and letting out frustration that Ghost was pestering her to stop working when he found out she’s pregnant.

“He is just being so.. Overprotective!!!” Mini sniffed while talking to you on the phone. “I worked right up till the end.. Well, right until I fainted, but I was fine before that! And I was carrying twins..”sniffing again,” I wish he can just trust me to do things myself.”“I know… John was like for a while when I had Kyle… and look, he nearly lost you the first time round, can’t blame that man for being so paranoid, right? Just talk to him about it.”

And a few weeks later, you found out you are expecting the totally unexpected, second Price baby. And it was your turn to complain to Mini about your husband. 

Since Price found out you were pregnant with the second baby, and the accidental reveal of you and Price’s relationship to the whole barrack, he started to follow you around like your shadow. Going to the supply room? He’s there behind you, ready to carry the box for you. Going to the mess hall for meals? He will be steering you to sit down, make sure you are comfortable before fetching the food for you. Any soldier who has been careless walking along the corridor and bumping into you? He will be growling at them like an angry dog. 

“I am FINE John, go back to your office! I am more than capable of going around the base by myself!”

“Did you forget what happened when you were carrying Kyle?” Giving you a pointed look, blinking away as he reminded you. 

Pressing your lips together, you indeed remember how you overworked yourself in the first trimester while carrying your son, and you ended up in the hospital while Price was away on deployment. 

“ I am looking after myself darling. I am eating on time, resting when I am supposed to.Thanks to you. Also,” You turn around, facing your husband, while grabbing his hand and guiding it towards your growing bump. “The bub is a strong one, she won’t wither like her mother does.”

“SHE?” Price’s eyes grew bigger.

“Did I not tell you the sex of the baby?”

Oh, big mistake. Now he is following you around even more like super glue. 

Back to the present, you cock an eyebrow and questioned Simon again,”What are you doing walking around the base at two in the morning as well.”

“... Doing the same thing as you.” 

You had your fair suspicion when you heard whispered from soldiers that the bathroom had been filled with nice looking hand soaps lately. That’s strange. You thought . I haven’t had time to make new batches and put them out for a few weeks. And you usually only put it in the female bathrooms too…. 

Now you know who the mystery person is.

“Which bathroom have you filled already?” he asked after a brief silence. You pointed back towards where you came from.

“ Downstairs. And half of this floor already. You?”

“... opposite direction of yours.”

“Are you going to follow me?” you ask with surprise as he turns around, now carrying your box, waiting for you to move.

“Like I said, I can’t let you carry this heavy box all by yourself.”

Now walking towards the next bathroom on the level, “ So, Mini and the twins made the soap? Why are you bringing it to the base?”

“.... Actually I made most of these.”

You stopped and looked at him. “ Did Mini drag you into it?” 

“I helped her at the beginning. Can’t let her touch all the dangerous chemicals. And.. it was…. Quite.. interesting. Accidently made too many.” he turned away, you can see a slight blush underneath his mask. 

You let out a quiet laugh. Who knows infamous Ghost’s new hobby is soap making? Like Gaz with his knitting, the boys needed some hobby outside anything military related to keep their mind at ease. At least you know the Christmas present you gave to Mini the year before was put to good use.

You can just imagine Ghost in an apron, with a pregnant Mini trying to instruct him what to mix and what to put into the bowl, while the twins observe from the side, eagerly.

You let out a snorting laugh while Ghost gave you a look, but said nothing. 

Stopped outside the bathroom, you took a few blocks of soap out of the box, and proceeded to place a few inside the bathroom.

Two of you proceed to dish out all the soap until your box is empty.

“Thank you Simon.”

“No worries. You better get back to the infirmary and have some rest. I wouldn’t tell Captain about this.” 

You pat him on the back. “Go and finish dishing out your soap too. Have a goodnight.”

He gave you a wave as he turned and finished his mission. 

You realised later, this is the first time you and Simon had a long-ish casual conversation without anyone else around, even though you had known him as John’s subordinate officer and personal friend for over ten plus years. First time for everything. 

“Love. Do you know anything about the soap that keeps popping up in the bathroom?”  Price asked you a few weeks later, while sipping on coffee, giving the knowing look.

“.... NOPE. I can’t just waddle into the men's bathroom, you know.”

“You tried once..” he mumbled. “ JONATHAN PRICE. SHUT UP.” You warned, face burning.

Quickly turning his head, “Gaz?” 

“I only knit things, you know.”

“Soap?”

“Hey, contrary to my name, I don’t know how to make soap.” holding his hand up, denying. 

“..... Ghost?” 

He hand stopped, mid dunking his tea bags. “Negative sir.” and quickly walked away.

And rumour has it, if you go into the bathroom at two in the morning, you might see a tall ghostly figure, holding bars of soap, glaring at you. You might not even make it out of the bathroom alive. 

You gave birth to a chubby baby girl, Grace Evelyn Price few weeks later.

And Price started pestering Ghost about “how to protect your daughter away from possible pests.”

Aileen is happy she’s not the only girl in the rowdy boy group.

( I need to start drawing and listing out all the kids name and family tree for each of the Mini Route soon.. I can't keep up with their names and ages lol )

tag:

@tapioca-marzipan

@captainpriceslover

@floral-force

@kaplerrr

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[akunya]

hi ! i miraculously stumbled upon your account and can i just say wow ! its super organised and very entertaining , lets keep going okay ? i was hoping to request vox x gn or male , which ever you prefer. the idea i had was for vox and reader to do it for the first time in their relationship ? just for them to take another step and get to know each other more :) kink wise i suppose vox would be more of a teasing dom but still gentle with his lover. sorry if this is so long !! i hope this finds you well :D have a great day ! i hope we can be friends bc once again wow 🤩 okay ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ

so i kind of went completely off request here and made it trans m!reader instead. hopefully thats alright.

“my pretty little human boy!”

pairings: vox akuma / trans m!reader

summary: you're sad again. vox wants to show you that you are loved. tw: afab!reader. self hate, internalized transphobia (?), daddy kink, exhibitionism, groping, size difference. fluff.

notes: its rare for me to write something this sappy, but i havent had the best day today. writing this was a good outlet. i hope someone enjoys my word vomit.

also, i appreciate the kind words! thank you for sending a request. she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

you stared at your body in the mirror, fingers pinching at the extra skin on your tummy that formed the soft rolls your boyfriend loved to grab. however, unlike his hands, yours were not filled with adoration or love: they squeezed and scratched at your skin with hate and frustration. your lover was waiting in the bedroom for you to come out - and possibly take your relationship to the next level together -while you were nearly at the brink of tears in the bathroom a few feet away from him.

you couldn't comprehend how your boyfriend could love such an average looking human like yourself. the voice demon could have anyone he chooses, and yet for some reason, his eyes laid on you. no matter how many times he reassured you that you were the most beautiful being on earth to him, your brain couldn't process the idea at all.

your hands wandered up to your chest, your face scrunching in disgust as you groped yourself. vox said he didn't care about your chest, telling you it didn't make you any less of a man. sometimes, he'd tell stories about people in his clan who also identified the same way just like yourself. while hearing his fond retellings of the people dear to him that he had lost thousands of years ago, there was a pit in your stomach that only grew whenever you looked at your body for too long. of course, vox admitted that while he would never be able to understand the feelings you were going through, he would support you with whatever decision you'd make. your boyfriend really was the greatest. you didnt deserve him. he deserved a real man to be by his side, not whatever hot mess you were.

"are you alright, honey? you've been in there for a while." vox knocked on the bathroom door, snapping you out of your thoughts. the huge mirror in the bathroom was both a blessing and a curse. eyes glued on your reflection, you didnt have time to react quickly enough when vox turned the doorknob and let himself inside. you cursed under your breath - of course you forgot to lock the door. how stupid could you be? the taller mans eyes widened, even though you had pulled your shirt down as fast as you could his sharp eyes caught everything.

"why did you have your shirt up before? having fun without me, hm?" vox joked with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your frown. "hey, whats wrong? is everything alright?" the man cupped your small face in his hands, thumb swiping the stray tear that rolled down your cheek. you had no choice but to look up at him, every bone in your body screaming at you not to start sobbing in front of your partner. now that would be something you'd never be able to live down.

vox pulled you in for a hug, shushing and cooing at you. because of your height difference, your face was pressed against his chest, his arms gently holding you close. he hated seeing you like this. you were his little dove, his treasure, and seeing you on the brink of tears made him sad too. you sniffled a bit, the urge to cry stronger than your self restraint as you sobbed into his haori. "sshh, its alright darling. let it out." vox had rubbed your back lovingly, cradling you close as if you would break.

after a few minutes of silence, you finally pulled away from his chest, quickly wiping away your tears. the demon looked at your reflection in the mirror, causing you to look as well. his arms had practically engulfed your form, a small smile on his face. if it weren't for your tear stained face, it would be the perfect mirror picture of you two. "im sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. i didn't mean to get caught up." vox could sense the guilt filling your heart, squeezing your shoulders affectionately. "dont worry about it, really. im more concerned about you, dear. what happened?" vox's hands started running through your hair, scratching at your scalp with his long nails just like he knew how you liked it. you had started to explain how you were trying to get ready before going back to him (he chuckled at your inability to say you two were going to have sex, but decided not to tease you further), but had stopped to look at yourself in the mirror. your thoughts got the better of you and you ended up becoming engrossed in staring at your body, which you usually did. vox had turned you both around, your body in the same position it was when you were alone, except now he was behind you. seriously, when did he get so tall? "sometimes i feel like i dont deserve you. youre way too nice to someone like me.."

"y/n, shush. as much as i love hearing your wonderful voice speak, that is not true at all. i love my cute boy very much." he had turned your head to stare at the both of you in the mirror, blushing a bit when his hands started to wander. they landed on your hips first, holding you snug against himself. "you have the cutest hips. so what if they dont look like a model on a magazine? theyre gorgeous, and perfect for me to hold." vox emphasized his sentence with a little squeeze, making you laugh softly. your hips were a bit curvier than a mans, but vox didnt seem to mind.

he continued, hands squeezing the small chub of your tummy gently. he grinned, resting his head atop yours. "my boy's cute little tummy. so soft and perfect for me to lay on. abs are overrated anyways, i dont understand why you humans are so obsessed with them." you could feel the adoration spilling from his fingertips with every squeeze and caress he had given your body, and embarrassingly enough, it was turning you on. "and these.." vox slowly and carefully squeezed your chest, not wanting to hurt or upset you. you couldn't help the whimper that left your lips, the demons affection making your head spin. ".. are just as perfect as the rest of you, baby boy." he pinched your nipples with his fingers, your body on display in front of the mirror for him. he would spend the rest of his days showering his little pet in all of the affection you wanted, worshipping you every hour. "my handsome little man. you're beautiful even if you don't think so."

vox kissed the top of your head, still slowly massaging and playing with your chest as you whined. you didn't know why your brain did stupid things, but you were glad your boyfriend whisked those worries away. for being a demon, his heart was pure and made of gold. vox made a mental note to contact a certain sorcerer friend of his and see if theres any magic that could help with your appearance. while he loved you as you looked now, he'd love you just as much, if not more after any surgery you wanted to have. he ironically trusted taboo sorcery more than whatever doctors roamed the earth in this decade.

he chuckled when he noticed you rubbing your thighs together, nipples perky from all of the attention he had been drowning you in. "needy, baby?" you nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you didnt care anymore. watching vox toy with you this entire time, and seeing his devilish smirk look at your squirming body felt like torture. he laughed, hand slipping underneath your boxers. "let daddy show you how much he really loves you, okay?" you hummed in response, yanking his shirt collar and kissing his cheek.

god, he loved his little human so much.

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[janiceisbored-blog]

It was good while it lasted

Continuation of Enchanted. I'm hoping to make a few more of this. Hopefully, I could commit and finish them. I just had to get this out as a sequel!! Let me know if you liked this one.

CollegeStudent!Mark Lee x OC (placed as blank).

It’s not like you were avoiding Mark, you just saw him less and less as the days fly by. The two of you used to have lunch with your other classmates but as the last day in university is fast approaching, you find yourself eating alone in one of the outdoor benches in the university park. It really didn’t bother you that you were eating alone, you’ve done this before, it’s just you were missing Mark a little bit more than usual. Sure you see him in class, you still sat together, you still exchange silly jokes, you two still talk to each other, the dynamic didn’t change. He was just hanging out with you less outside the classes. And it’s not like you were asking him 24/7 to hangout with you. “You don’t have the right to do that.” You sighed to yourself. Out of respect for Mark and Grace, you stepped back, texted less, asked for hangouts less, even minimized the usual “platonic skinships” the both of you had. You’re wondering to yourself if it’s only you who noticed, but Mark didn’t seem to mind the distance. The cool breeze snapped you out of your trance and you looked at your phone

(1) Notification

“I’m having lunch with Grace and then drive her home. Do you want to hang out, ___?” – Mark

“Do I look like a side chick to you?” You mumbled at yourself as you dust off the crumbs off your clothes. How could he ask things like this? How is he still expecting you to say yes to his hangout requests after having a girlfriend of his own.

“No, I kinda want to take a nap at my dorm tho. You kids have fun~”

SENT

You put your phone back into your pocket, hoping that he takes your no for an answer. You do not really want to hang out with him as if you were an afterthought. It used to be the two of you against the world, playing videogames together or just lounging in each other’s dorm room. But after what happened to Chenle’s party, you don’t even try to have more lazy day hangouts with him. The last time you both did, Mark was sat in his computer chair, toying with his guitar and you were just either doom scrolling on your phone, but this one time he caught you staring outside his dorm window next to his bed. “What you thinking?” Mark asked while he was plucking chords in his guitar. “Nothing.” You looked at him over your shoulder and looked down on your phone that is now charging in his bedside table. “Nah, you’re always thinking of something.” You felt his bed dip as he sat next to you “Come on, let me in.” Your arms touching each other, and you try your best not to choke on your words or stop tears forming from your eyes. He did appear a little bit concerned now as he waits for you to say something. “I miss Aeongie.” You lied and smiled at him. Aeongie was the cat the two of you fostered not too long ago. Of course you miss the little guy, but just this one time you used him as an excuse to avoid Mark’s question. You hugged one of his pillows next to you as you bring your knees and legs closer to your body. “Ah the little guy. I miss him too. But the couple that adopted him seems to know what they’re doing. I’m sure he’s fine.” He's now laying down next to you in his bed, legs dangling on the edge. “What do you think about Grace?” He tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Oh, her. Grace? Yeah, I think she’s cool.” Your posture stiffens and you put the pillow down to your lap. “I mean, she checks all the points you want in a girl, right? Oh and she’s in the volleyball team, so I’m sure she’s fit and what not.” Your voice was a little bit nervous, you just prayed that he doesn’t notice. “Yeah she’s super pretty, right?” he shot another look at you, as if waiting for a reaction, you just nodded in response. “You like her? You know, for me?” You looked back at him, your eyes getting heavy with every blink you take, fighting the urge to cry in front of him. “Mark, of course I like her for you! What kind of question is that?” You playfully slapped his shoulders, trying to fight the emotions that are now taking over your whole body. “Good. I want to take her seriously. No more flings, no more random girls for one night stands. I feel like she’s really endgame material. I just don’t want to fuck it up, you know?” Each word that left Mark’s lips were making your heart swell. If you could just gather your feelings in one coherent sentence, you would, but you can’t. You can’t just pour your entire heart out to Mark. He’s not just looking for hookups anymore, he’s looking like he wants something serious and committed, and he found that with Grace. How could you deny him something that makes him happy? “Yeah, go for it lover boy.” That’s all you had to say to him as you distract yourself with your phone. Mark seems to be satisfied with your answer as he did not ask more follow up questions. He sat up and grabbed his phone from his sweatpants. You sneaked up a glance to him, he seems to be texting Grace now, the way he beams up with each notification sounds coming from his phone. You just looked away and fixated your attention back to his window as you get a whiff of his cologne when you squeeze his pillow firmly to your body. What else were you supposed to say?

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The walk back to your dorm room was a long one. You hated yourself for eating your lunch from the other side of the campus, your feet sore from all the walking you just did. As you plop your body on your bed, your phone rang it’s notification tone a couple of times.

(4) Notifications

“Are you ordering delivery? I’m bringing chicken wings.” – Mark

“I want to play videogames or maybe watch a movie! I’m coming over.” – Mark

“I’ll be there at 6!” – Mark

“Grace is having girls’ night with her friends. Jeno is busy with reviewing for his finals soooo I’m coming over!” – Mark

You really didn’t want to reply. The thought of you being his hangout plan B is really irritating to you. As much as you wanted to hangout like the two of you used to do, you know you can’t and it’s hurting you that he’s not even trying to maintain his distance away from you. You don’t plan on replying, to him, you don’t even mind that you’re leaving him on read. A small tear leaves your eye, and you wipe it away before it becomes a full sob. Changing into something more comfortable as you get ready for another nap. You don’t really care if he comes to your dorm, maybe he’ll take it as a hint that you don’t want to hangout if he sees you sleeping and leave you alone. It is already 3pm and all you wanted to do is take a nap.

“___, wake up. I brought chicken.” You heard a voice next to your ear and your eyes shot open, pulling the covers close to your face. “Mark! What the hell are you doing here?” obviously startled, you see him chuckle and settle the paper bag down to your desk. “I was sleeping!! Couldn’t you knock?” you sat up on your bed, still looking around your surroundings and back to yourself to see if you were decent. Good thing you’re wearing a hoodie this time.

“Hey I texted you! Besides your roommate was just about to leave when I got here. So, I definitely knocked.” He started pulling out the food containers out of the paper bag he just brought. “You left me on read, you know?” he sat next to you, with the food container in his other hand, offering you what it seems to look like chicken wings. You pulled the blanket off of your body and sat next to him, grabbing a piece of chicken from the container. “Yeah sorry, I was really tired today.” You said while yawning. “I walked from the other side of the campus back here. Some of us here don’t have a car.” You continued. Mark just laughed at your expression, he’s still his usual giddy and cheerful self. You plan to continue more and say that you were sorry that he got stood up by his girlfriend, but you don’t even try to mention it and you just want to enjoy the spontaneous time he fixed for the both of you. “Well next time, you should just let me know so I can drive you back here.”

“Yeah, Mark you could definitely do that for me.” Your thoughts were at it again. You brush it off as you fix the small flat screen TV you and your roommate shared for when you had movie nights with other people. Mark on the other hand was looking for movies to watch or series to binge. When he finally did, he handed you your laptop to be connected to the TV screen. You turn off the lights, only the light from the projector illuminating the room. You and Mark sat on your bed, your back against the headboard and his back against the wall next to your bed. You hoped that Mark doesn’t notice that you were keeping distance from him. His eyes were fixated on the screen as he seems to be fully engrossed with the film he selected for the two of you to watch. The butterflies in your stomach are restless and the way he looked tonight seems to fuel them more. His hair was a little bit messy, his side profile was highlighted by the TV light, and the way he looks with his glasses on just drives you wild. You don’t know how he does it, but he seems to pull you in deeper with how he looked tonight. Mark was just there and the vibe right now seems to be right, if you could just grab him, give him a kiss and call it a night, you would. But you’re scared. You don’t want him to leave or jeopardize your friendship. You’ve been meaning to move on from him ever since he announced his relationship with Grace. You even installed dating apps in desperation on finding someone who can give you sparks. But none of the matches were even clicking. They’re either down for a quick fuck or just plain weirdos. You don’t even know what you want, you just wanted to move on.

“Hey sorry for waking you up. If I knew you were that tired, I wouldn’t even have gone here. I just got nothing to do tonight when Grace brought up that they’re having girls night.” He said while his gaze is still fixated on the screen.

“Oh yeah. No worries. I got nothing to eat as well so good thing you came over with chicken. I was about to make myself ramen if you didn’t come.” You laughed at the thought of having another ramen for the 4th consecutive night now.

“That’s not healthy! If it weren’t for me you would be eating another pack of ramen.” His chuckle was like melody to your ears. He has always been bubbly around you and you were upset with the fact that you’re going to be seeing his bubbly self around you less. “But the chicken is good though?” Mark asked as he smiled at you.

The movie ended after what seems to be forever. The ending was just bad and you let Mark know how his movie taste sucked as you stretched your arms and legs.

“I didn’t know it would be THAT bad! I swear.” He laughed as he clean the food crumbs off of his shirt. “But take a look at this though.” He handed you his phone and you saw a picture of you staring intently at the TV screen, your hoodie covering your head, but showing enough your illuminated facial features. “Tsk, so serious as always.” Mark chuckled as he type something in his phone

DING!

1 Notification

Onyourm__ark tagged you in a story! See now.

You looked at your phone and saw the notification. He posted a story of the photo he just showed you with the text “Chicken and this dork. @____”. You’re definitely confused. Does he know? Is he doing it to you on purpose? Your mind cannot wrap around the fact that he’s doing this. What if his girlfriend sees this and comes for your jugular the next day? You don’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole, but everything Mark is doing right now is completely giving you mixed signals. Your phone rings again, this time it was from Haechan.

2 Notifications

“I saw his story, ____.” – Haechan

“You okay? Is he there with you? Are you going to tell him?” – Haechan.

“Who’s that? You got a date?” Mark tried to peek at your phone screen but you just swiped your phone closer to you hoping he didn’t see what or who was it about.

“Just Haechan. He texted me.” You said nonchalantly.

“Ew. Are you guys like… Dating?” Mark scrunched his face is disbelief, disgusted at the thought.

“Also, ew. He’s just asking if I returned the extra controller that I borrowed from him the other day.” You punched his arm playfully and he ended laughing at the thought of the thought of you dating Haechan.

“Damn, if I didn’t know that you had a thing with Hyuck.” He continued to tease and you just laughed it off.

You don’t really have anything to do with Haechan. But he figured out that you liked Mark from the time he made his announcement. After he saw you downing shot after shots when most of your friends left (including Mark and Grace) or passed out. Haechan tried to squeeze every bit of information out of you and he listened to you while you rant your heart out to him. Hell, you even ugly cried in front of him, confessing every heart wrenching feeling you had for Mark. He just looked at you with sorry eyes as you begged him to keep this as a secret between the two of you. Haechan was sitting next to you while he gently caress your back as you continue to pour out sobs.

“We’re not dating, okay? Can’t a girl borrow things from her friends?” You raised a brow to him. It’s true, all you and Haechan had was platonic. Your dynamic with Haechan was more like bickering siblings. Close, but not the same one you had with Mark.

“Yeah, but just don’t fuck around without me knowing! If you guys break up or something, I don’t want to pick sides. I can’t be a child of divorce.” He’s now lying back on your bed, completely laughing his ass off.

“Get out of here Mark!!” You said to him as you throw a pillow right to his face and laughed with him.

You seriously didn’t want the night to end. As if your old dynamic came back just tonight. With looping arguments and bickering, it feels like it’s just the two of you. No Grace, no final days, nothing in between. Once again, you found your comfort in Mark.

The two of you were in the middle of a conversation when Mark’s phone rang.

“Yeah, I can come pick you up. I’ll be there soon. You’re taking cutely when drunk. Yeah, I love you too.” Mark pocketed his phone back to his pocket.

Your heart sank when you heard him say “I love you” over the phone to his girlfriend. “Tsk, boyfriend duties?” you got up from your bed and started clearing up around your dorm as you anticipate him leaving.

“Yeah, she’s drunk. Also, it’s 1:15 AM. You should also get some rest. I completely lost track of time.” He said sheepishly as he watches you pickup the food wrappers scattered around the floor.

“It’s fine. Could you just take the trash on your way out. The disposal is on your left.” You said as you handed him the plastic bag.

He took the bag and settled it down the floor as he dives in for a hug. This took you by surprise and you froze on your spot as you register what is happening.

“Thanks, ____. I had fun today and I missed hanging out with you.” He said as he rested his chin on her head.

“Yeah, me too. I uhmm missed hanging out with you too.” You fought back the sobs that are forming on your eyes and You wrapped your arms around him. “Now go to your girlfriend. Her knight in shining armor awaits.” You opened the door for him and handed him the trash bag.

“Take care, Mark!” you grinned at him as you walk him to the door.

“You too.” He smiled back as you saw his silhouette take a turn in the next corner.

You can’t help but sob behind your door. That’s all that you can do now.

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