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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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ok hi hi hi i posted this but then i thought of dealer chris and came here but a smut w dealer chris based off the olivia rodrigo unreleased, i also realised as i was writing this that i can’t put vids here but it on my acc and i think if anyone can execute it well it’s you:))

prison for life

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, implied violence, death threats, cursing

a/n: i’m sorry this literally took ages to get to, i honestly wasn’t really sure how to go about it

hopefully you like it 🫶🏾

based on this

for @bethsturn <333

chris and i had been laying on my bed peacefully when i got a call.

INCOMING CALL: JAKE

ACCEPT? DECLINE?

“fuck” i said as i read the name.

“what’s wrong?” chris asked.

“you remember jake?”

“yeah, the psycho that laced your weed? kinda hard to forget”

“he’s calling” i said as i flashed the phone in his direction. “i’m just gonna let it ring” i spoke as i placed it down in between the two of us.

we watched as it went to voicemail, and waited to listen to his message.

(1) MISSED CALL FROM: JAKE

VOICE MESSAGE 1:15

OPEN?

we played the voicemail on speaker, listening together.

“what the fuck is wrong with this dude” chris spoke, his brows furrowing.

“i don’t know but this dude is all bark and no bite, i doubt he’s gonna do anything”

“you sure, ma?”

“i’m positive, i’m more worried about the fine ass man in front of me” i smiled at him as i crawled closer to him.

“yeah?” he smirked.

“mmhmm” i said as he pulled me onto his lap.

“nobody fucks me like you, baby. nobody makes me feel the way you do” i whispered as i cupped his cheek.

“oh trust me, i know” he spoke before crashing his lips on mine.

my lack of pants, due to it just being us here, seemed to please chris as his hands kneaded my ass.

i pulled my lips from his, gently biting it, making him groan.

“chris, i need you” i spoke as i felt the wetness between my legs.

“you got it, princess” he spoke, flipping us over, putting himself on top.

my elbow landed on my phone screen, making me push it off of my bed and onto the carpeted floor.

i pulled my shirt off as he kicked off his pants, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

i reached forward, helping him pull his boxers off.

“ready?” he asked as he stroked himself a few times. i nodded my head in response.

he gently guided his dick into my entrance, pushing himself in.

my walls hugged and squeezed him, welcoming his veiny cock as he bottomed out.

“shit, chris. you’re so big” i moaned.

“look at that pretty, tight pussy. just for me” he groaned.

i nodded my head, silently giving him permission to move.

his thrusts started off slow and deep, and his hips started to move faster as he gained momentum.

“fuckkkk, chris! so, so good!” my moans started to increase in volume and my hands reached out for something to hold onto.

he swiftly moved his hands to mine, interlacing them as he continued to pound me into the bed.

“yes, yes, yes, chris! god, that feels so fucking good” i cried out.

his hips slowed slightly, just enough for me to notice, “you want me to stop?” he taunted me.

“no, no, no, don’t stop! please don’t- OH FUCK!” he suddenly moved faster than he had before.

his sharp thrusts pushed me farther and farther up the bed and my moans became wails.

he pushed my legs to my chest, hitting every sweet spot with the new angle.

“god, you take me so fucking well ma” he leaned down slighly, spitting onto my pussy.

he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves feverishly.

“chris! chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled as i felt the coil in my stomach snap.

my body tensed as my orgasm crashed through me.

“so good for me, ma. fuck, gonna cum inside of that pretty little pussy” he moaned as he finished inside of me.

he thrusted a few more times, working us through our highs before gently pulling out.

we both took a few seconds to catch our breath, laying in silence.

i looked around confused as i heard a very low voice.

i moved to the edge of the bed, looking around when i realized where the sound was coming from.

i picked up my phone, which had been face down on the floor.

to my horror, i discovered that it was in a call with jake.

fuck.

i brought the phone to the middle of the bed and pressed the speaker button, immediately being met with strings of curses and yelling.

“- GONNA KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER. HE’S FUCKING MY GIRL. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? I CA-“ i quickly turned it off of speaker and muted the microphone.

i stared at chris with wide eyes, meeting his amused expression.

“how the fuck did i manage to butt-dial him?” i whisper-shouted to chris.

“i don’t know, but he doesn’t sound too happy”

i looked at him in disbelief.

“how long has he been listening?” chris asked.

i looked down at my phone, checking to see how long the call had been running.

30 minutes

“30 MINUTES? WHY THE HELL DIDN’T HE HANG UP?” i yelled.

“his weird ass was probably getting off to it or something”

i quickly unmuted the mic and turned the phone to speaker again, needing to put an end to this.

“JAKE” i yelled, shutting him up.

i’m a feminist obviously

but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

“you.” he spoke with venom. “i’m going to fucking murder your ungrateful little bitch ass” i blinked at the phone in shock.

chris immediately spoke up, comfortingly rubbing my shoulder.

“hey, you’re done talking to her. if you have something to say, you can say it to me” he said.

and i know that i’m fine without a man

but i wouldn’t really mind his protection

“aw, how sweet. you gonna protect her? listen here, you little bitch. i have your address, sleep with one eye-“ chris cut him off.

“hey dickhead, i don’t know what about this you aren’t comprehending, but i’ll say it slower for you.” he slowed down his words, “do not talk to her, talk to me”

“i don’t appreciate being spoken to like a toddler or being cheated on. i-“ chris stopped him again, “listen man, you need to get professional help. she’s not with you, alright? you need to leave her the fuck alone”

there was a pause. “i’ll see you later, princess” jake spoke before hanging up.

i looked at chris with wide eyes, becoming nervous.

“hey, i got you ma. i’m not letting anything happen to you, you know that right?” he asked me, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt.

i nodded my head, “yeah, i just don’t want to feel unsafe in my own home”

i’m just being honest can’t change what i like

i’ll never forget it, he told me one night

he got up, starting to get dressed.

“chris? where are you going?”

“i’m gonna go find him”

“wait, what? chris, how could you possibly do that?”

“don’t worry about it, i’m gonna handle it alright?” he cupped my cheek, running his thumb along my cheek.

“chris” i whispered, becoming worried.

“hey, your safety is my top priority, ok? i’ll be fine ma”

“ok” i whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

with that, he left.

“if anybody hurts you..

a few hours had gone by without any word from chris.

upon hearing rapid knocking at my front door, i quickly got up to open it.

when i did, i was met with chris, covered in blood.

“chris? what the hell happened?” i asked, pulling him inside.

“i handled it.”

…i’m going to prison for life”

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yup, kinda ate that

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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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I'm probably gonna regret attaching my name to this but I slept on it and I'm still really upset but now more coherent (so please delete this if it's unwelcome).

First of all I'm really sorry you're dealing w this shit. I hope you're taking care of yourself rn.

Second of all.... holy fuck Inneskeeper has handled this horribly. I'm trying to extend the benefit of the doubt and say he just needs time, we all do, but it's very hard when he's been acting as though a day is enough time for everyone to get over the fear he spread.

It's really upsetting to see him bring up both his schizophrenia and his career as reasons why he was upset without ever actually uttering the words "I'm sorry, I was wrong." without needing to read between the lines.

It's a really concerning trend I've noticed reappearing now that actual celebrities and just plain old popular users are becoming more open with their mental health, that "I was having a psychotic break/I was having a manic episode/I was blah-de-blah" somehow taking the place of an actual apology. As if explaining it means you no longer have to take action or responsibility.

Especially given he was bringing up his profession during all this. As a professional especially he has a responsibility. I know "this is tumblr" but this is TUMBLR. People don't fact-check. You have sway. Especially as a professional.

He could've made the post unrebloggable, but if he did I haven't seen it. He could've pinned a post that actually contained information/a retraction/a quick apology and explanation, instead we got "I'm taking a break". He edited the post, but given part of his defense was that reblog chains are uncontrollable an edit you would not see unless you clicked back to his blog is...

I'm really hoping that once he comes back he'll say something. Because I know parasocial relationship and all that but I really did respect him, as someone transgender and with some of my specific mental illnesses in a field I'm deeply interested in.

But now I'm just... tired. He spread that same cycle of panic and delusion to everyone who read that post. Here I was thinking that I just got my dog back from the vet and now she and everyone else I love was going to die, that the apocalypse was coming.

Until I did the googling he as an actual ecologist did not do. As if me taking a tumblr post and freaking is less acceptable than him taking a twitter post and freaking.

I don't want to cancel him or bully him. I don't doubt that he's gotten some ableist nonsense, because the internet sucks. But he really hurt a lot of people and did a lot of damage. All I want is him to plainly say "I'm sorry, I did it because [x/y/z] but it was still wrong and I hurt people. Here is some actual information. I'm going to log off." Without a billion asterisks.

And honestly maybe apologize for siccing people on you but frankly given how hard my opinion of him has tanked I'm not gonna hold my breath.

I'm fine. The block button is a wonderful thing.

My feelings are mixed. Yes, I see that it would be terrifying to have your mental illness warp your perception of an event, but...you're not the only mentally ill person on Earth, and it's no less terrifying to be triggered into an episode by false information.

I have been asked by several followers to trigger tag #unreality because that kind of thing really messes with them. And the post was framed in a particularly triggering way—encouraging conspiratorial thinking by saying that there's a "media blackout" and that the official sources are downplaying the severity.

The post is still circulating as of this morning, and the misleading version is still hitting people's dashes and suckering people in. Why would you not just make it unrebloggable?

I don't know. I really don't know what to think of the whole thing.

The Twitter OP makes me honestly furious, claiming that "the cops" "blew it up" when it was first responders putting their lives in danger to stop the burning train cars from exploding. It's so frustrating to see people acting like they're calling it a "controlled burn" to cover up idiotic mismanagement. The crews that responded to this accident at great potential risk to their lives don't deserve to be called cops and slandered for making the best decision they could have possibly made.

In general it's worrying how folks on social media are responding—by encouraging paranoia and mistrust by attributing malice or idiocy to the people trying to manage the accident.

Folks say "fuck cops" but they can't distinguish cops from firefighters and hazardous materials crews working to save lives. That's scary to me.

I don't think we know enough yet to ascertain the causes of the accident, but I want to caution against looking for a specific party to blame as being at fault, because...these things can happen even when we do everything right. As long as we use these hazardous chemicals to make things, this is always a possibility.

And it's not necessarily a "preventable" failure of society that we make and use PVC, either. One of the causes of how widespread plastics are is that they are genuinely useful materials with properties that no other materials have. PVC pipe is what probably makes the plumbing in your house. Before PVC, there was copper, which is incredibly expensive, has a tendency to burst with temperature changes, and corrodes and reacts with various chemicals.

And the sad fact is, environmental disasters like this happen a lot. Many of them worse than this.

Not too far from where I live, there was a case where tons of radioactive waste were dumped into a municipal landfill. This radioactive waste was being handled by workers who didn't know what it was and had no protection. This was a case of malicious dodging of regulations. Mining coal creates radioactive and toxic waste that is constantly mismanaged. I was doing reports on local environmental news for my geology class a while back and many of the coal mines in Eastern Kentucky have a hundredfold violations of environmental and safety regulations, and companies usually dodge responsibility.

I hope this incident inspires people to think and talk about environmental regulations and rights of workers in the rail industry. What with the railroad strikes going on, I think it's worth considering that this is why we need to look out for the welfare of rail workers—you want the people handling the shipment of hazardous chemicals to be well rested and well protected.

#environmental disaster #ohio train derailment

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starlit-dreaming · 6 months

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when honestly you can't recall (Baxter Ward/MC) p2

Rating: M

Romantic Ships: Baxter Ward/Original Character(s); Derek Suárez/Leandra “Lee” Last

Platonic Ships: Main Character | Jamie Last & Leandra “Lee” Last, Main Character | Jamie Last & Original Character(s)

Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Single Parent, Angst w/a Happy Ending

TL;DR: A self-indulgent Single Parent AU. Lee has a better relationship with my MC compared to Liz. I wrote this when the Baxter DLC was still in beta, so I opted to avoid writing spoilers (for now) and to avoid rewriting moments of the Jude/Scott wedding.

A/N: Cross-Posted on AO3 under the same title (@ Starlit_Dreaming). There's gonna be more fluff in the next chapter, but I've also written like... 5% of the next chapter, and I've only been able to finish due to having free time in the last few weeks.

Obligatory Tag: @arcosoffireheart

Links: 1 | [2] | 3 | 4

Summary:

Everyone assumes that Gabby is exactly like her mother, but Rosaline will always see the traces of her daughter’s father. The shape of her eyes, how fussy she gets if there’s even a hint of conflict, every moment her daughter is calm and serene in her arms, the sweet and gentle smiles.

Her daughter does not have her black hair, either. Wavy hair, yes, but it was not fully black and her father has only ever dyed his hair.

It’s a miracle that nobody notices their similarities.

Including Baxter himself.

// In which Rosaline ends up becoming a single mother in the aftermath of her and Baxter’s summer fling. Some things change. Some things don’t.

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Part 2: i don't care (it's taking me apart)

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Then

Mid-Summer

Step 3: Age 18

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“It’s… I don’t know. A frightening situation?”

It felt wrong hearing those words coming from Rosaline of all people. Throughout their childhood, she was always taking things in stride and going with the flow. No matter how scared or anxious she would get, she would always pull herself together and stand tall. Maybe it had to do with Cove, who always relied on her as a shoulder to lean on.

Cove was precious, there was no doubt about that, but Rosa tried so hard to stand tall for his sake that it’s hard for her to rely on him in the same way.

And that’s where Lee came in.

There were some matters that were easier to share between Rosa and Cove, but things like this were easier to share between Rosa and Lee. Lee was Rosa’s shoulder to lean on, the person she cried to. And still, it feels wrong hearing those words coming from her cousin. Her cousin deserved to be happy, to smile without a care in the world.

“Why’s that?” Lee asked, tilting her head back to look at Rosaline, who was sitting on the monkey bars and letting her feet kick back and forth.

They were both honestly too big to be using the park — it used to feel like such a huge place when they were kids, but not any more. Rosaline stares off at the sunset, and Lee simply leans her back against the ladder, watching her cousin.

What a solemn look — it didn’t suit Rosaline at all.

“I’ve only been dating Baxter for two months now,” Rosaline stated. “The honeymoon phase wore off, but… I’m still really into him. Like, thinking about a future, getting married one day, that type of seriousness. It’s just… kinda scary to me. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Since you’re dating. You’re not the kind of person to date casually to begin with.”

Not that anyone actually knew that. Lee was the one Rosaline talked to when it came to anything romance-related, and sure, she might’ve mentioned something to Cove, but he wasn’t too interested. Probably on the ace spectrum, if she really wanted to make a guess.

Granted, Rosaline often broke things off with her exes within a month of dating. Either red flags that Lee noticed or because of incompatibility — most of those red flags being some who tried getting her number, despite dating Rosa, and Rosa promptly gave them the boot the second Lee said something. The fact that Baxter never asked Lee for her number when they met on the little boat trip was already a pretty good indication that he’s not interested in getting into somebody’s pants and dipping out after.

In fact, Lee was pretty confident that Baxter was equally head over heels for Rosaline. Is he just not communicating that to her?

“Yeah, that’s true, but still,” Rosaline sighed, wryly smiling. “I get jealous thinking that he’ll find you or somebody else prettier, even when I know that his eyes are almost always on me. I get all insecure, wondering if I’m good enough for him, or wondering when we’ll be breaking up because he finds someone new. What if we can’t handle long-distance? What if he loses interest in me? I just want to hog all his attention.”

“If he’s the type to break up with you because of something like that, then he’s definitely not worth your time and affections, but I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Lee stated rather confidently, moving to stand in front of Rosaline. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Rosa. There’s no way he’ll break up with you for those kinds of reasons. He’s nothing like your exes.”

“…You really think so?”

“I know so,” Lee grinned, reaching to hold her cousin’s hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “You’re both absolutely smitten with each other. It’s a bummer that Derek won’t be back before summer ends. We could’ve gone on a double date!”

“Yeah,” Rosaline smiled softly. “Maybe next year, unless Baxter has a chance to come back sooner.”

“For you? I think he’d do whatever he can to make you happy.”

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Then

Early Spring

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 19

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“For you, I think she would’ve done anything to make you happy,” Carol murmured softly.

They both stood on the porch, an old envelope in Carol’s hands as she took her hat off, curly grey and white hair revealing itself as she held the hat over her chest. She seemed to be doing some sort of silent prayer, as she looked at Rosaline with a distant look in her blue eyes.

Eventually, she smiled, something sad and soft and gentle as she puts her hat back on and hands her the envelope. “I suppose it isn’t so terrible, in the end. You grew up happy and healthy, Rosaline, something that we all had hoped for,” she said with crinkled eyes. “And while it’s not how she envisioned it, the house is yours.”

“…thank you,” Rosaline awkwardly said, gently taking the letter into her hands. “For coming out here with me. For not selling the house and everything that belonged to… my birth mother.”

“Oh, don’t go thanking me for a silly thing like that,” Carol lightly laughed, waving her off as she approaches the front door, digging through her purse for the key. “Val was like a second daughter to me, and even without renting this house, I make enough money to keep this place. Coming here and showing you the house would be better than leaving you here to handle it on your own.”

“…you mentioned earlier that you stopped renting the house…?” Rosaline questioned as the door opens, and Carol steps aside, gesturing Rosaline to walk inside first. Wordlessly, she enters.

What greets her is a home with cream-coloured walls that appear to be freshly painted over and a stairway with a child gate at the top and bottom. On her left is a small carpet area with bean bags and two regular-sized bookshelves — one filled with minimal and minor decor, and the other half-empty and half-filled with books as if waiting for the next renter to fill in the empty spaces. The right of the stairs shows a short hallway with a door to the garage, and at the end of the hall is an open door, leading through a laundry room which also leads into a bedroom from what she could tell.

“Yeah,” Carol said. “You had just turned 18 when I stopped renting the house to people. All of my renters here were single parents who needed a place until they could find their footing, and the last renter’s lease only finished up recently.”

Rosaline walks towards the bookshelves as Carol closes the door and puts her keys away.

“It’s up to you if you still want to keep that sort of thing up with this house, but I imagine it’d come in handy for your current situation.”

Upon closer inspection of the books, Rosa noticed that on the bottom shelf was an assortment of children’s books. Half appeared to be brand new, and she suspects that it has to do with the fact that actual children had grown up in this house thanks to Carol’s past renters, and Carol’s renters had gone out of their way to buy new ones.

In contrast to the bottom shelf, was the top to middle shelf where an adult would have a much easier time to grab and go. Some books on the top shelf were old and worn, gently gone through multiple times in many years, yet still well-maintained. There was a book of names, with pages marked with pieces of paper that stuck out from between the pages. But most notably were the self-help books, the cookbooks for beginners, recipes to sneak in vegetables for picky eaters, basic first aid, and many more.

This bookshelf was curated to best help a first-time parent, and that fact was evident with how many books didn’t look brand new.

“I… am really sorry. For not talking to you about Valerie back then. You look so much like her, but you’re an awful lot like your moms,” Carol said, walking over and standing beside Rosaline. “I couldn’t bring myself to properly meet you back then. I lost both of my daughters and just couldn’t let go of my grief. Valerie, who died in an accident, and Veronica, who died in childbirth.”

“I see… I’m sorry that I can’t really understand how you feel.”

“Nonsense. Yes, you do look like Valerie, and who knows, maybe you’ll share similarities with her, but you take after your mom and mother. I can see that you have such a light-hearted and joyful approach to life just like Pamela, and you are a sympathetic and comforting sort of soul like Noelani.”

“…what was she like?”

“Valerie was an orphan who started working part-time as a receptionist at Lacework Lenders. She didn’t have anyone else, just me and the others, but she and Veronica were sisters in everything but paperwork. No boyfriend or husband either — her ex ran off the second he found out that she was pregnant, but Val was very stubborn. Nothing stopped her from wanting to keep you and have a family of her own.”

She tried not to feel guilty over a woman that she might never consider as anything more than a birth mother.

“What happened to her?”

“A car accident,” Carol shook her head. “I don’t know all the details, but you were born early, and she was alive long enough to give you a name. Nobody knew your father, so we couldn’t contact him, we couldn’t do anything about him, really. I don’t think Val wanted him to know about you, either.”

“Well, that’s fine. I’m not interested in finding a father figure — I already have two in my life.”

Gregorio Suárez and Cliff Holden were the only dads in her life, and she didn’t care to find someone who never wanted the title to begin with. Men who didn’t want to own up to the consequences of their actions weren’t worth an ounce of her time, anyway.

“Good,” Carol nodded, pretty much agreeing with the unspoken thought. “Past this room and the stairs is the kitchen. My daughters worked on redesigning it to be a spacious kitchen — unfortunately it’s also been baby proofed, so some things might be difficult to open.”

Rosaline nodded along as they moved into the kitchen. The edges of the counters all had edge guards, making it less likely for children to get hurt from it. That… was actually fairly smart. She never considered doing that with counters, so it really was a good choice for her to come see the house. If she doesn’t move in, she’ll keep that in mind the next time she shops for her future baby.

Past the kitchen and dining area was a wide living room with carpeting and an L-shaped sofa set. There was a TV mounted above an electric fireplace, with an empty toy box in the corner.

“You’ll have to buy the toys yourself for your child,” Carol said. “The children of the previous renters often took the toys with them, but they usually buy some starting toys for the next renters. The previous renters did buy you a few baby blankets, though.”

“They left me stuff…?” Rosaline blinked.

“It’s only polite that they did,” Carol smiled at her warmly. “They went through similar problems like you, and a small bit of kindness can go a long way. They wanted to help you in a way that they were able to, just as the previous renters have done for them. You’d still have to buy some things of your own, of course, like milk formula and baby wipes. Val’s things were left untouched in the back shed, but we can go over that later since we’re just here to look at the house today. I know that it can be… a lot.”

It felt… strange. Despite the fact that there were renters before her, everything about this house just seemed to be done for her and her birth mother the more she looked around.

But her birth mother never had the chance.

The idea of using it for herself just felt unsettling. It felt wrong, as if she was stomping on her birth mother’s dreams.

“Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I fix us up with some water, hmm?” Carol kindly smiled, gently placing a hand on Rosaline’s shoulder as she guided her over to the sofa, sitting her done. “And don’t go feeling sorry for Valerie. She would’ve been furious that I didn’t come help you in your time of need. I think it would let her rest easy, too, knowing that her own preparations would help out not just strangers in a similar situation, but also help you out with your own child.”

Rosaline rubbed her eyes, her other hand resting on her swollen belly as Carol wordlessly walked towards the kitchen, getting them both a glass of water.

Once, when she and Liz talked about their birth parents, she told her that she didn’t understand. Because the life she lived is hers, and that she could never imagine anything else. She loves her moms so much, and the idea of having different parents from childhood was unthinkable. The very idea of never being Cove’s neighbour hurts too much, the idea of never knowing the people in her life now.

And yet, this house was proof of a life that could’ve been, but never was. She could’ve been an only child, she could’ve been in a family of two. Maybe she would’ve acted like Derek had once thought she would when Father’s Day came around, maybe Father's Day would’ve become a sore topic of conversation.

Living here, she would’ve gone to the same school as Lee and Derek, she would’ve known them, but would she have been just as good friends with them? Maybe, maybe not.

(Would she have met Baxter, still?)

But here she is now, with all of that being only what-ifs.

“Do you have a name for them?” Carol asked, placing the cups of water onto the table and handing Rosa a packet of tissues from her purse.

“Gregory for a boy, Gabrielle for a girl,” Rosaline sniffed, taking the packet of tissues. “Gray or Gabby for nicknames. Maybe Greg or Brielle — I’m not sure which nickname to use. I just… their father doesn’t know, and I want him to see this child and understand that they are a symbol of the love we shared.”

She was being sentimental, and she was just thankful that everyone thought that she was just naming her child after Gregorio. It was dumb, and maybe she’d cringe in a normal situation, because Baxter had the whole black and white theme, and already she thought of their child as gray.

“Those are good names,” Carol smiled kindly, rubbing her back reassuringly. “And if he has an ounce of love for you, he’ll grow to care for your unborn child, if he ever meets them.”

“…would… Valerie really be okay with this?” With me, goes unsaid.

“Positive.”

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Then

Mid-Autumn

Step 3: Age 18

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“…positive.”

Rosaline let out a shaky breath, looking at the test before tossing it into the small wastebasket.

Her purple eyes stared off into space, lost in her thoughts. And when she turns to look at Lee, standing at the doorway of the bathroom, she looked as if she were looking for something. For someone. She hugs herself, looking small and even more fragile than she’s ever been.

And Lee knows that it’s not her who Rosaline is looking for, but she’s here, nevertheless. She’s the only one who’s here for her right now.

So, she does the only thing that she can do. Lee hugs her, warm and careful as if Rosaline were precious. She rubs her cousin’s back, hoping to give her as much comfort that she was willing to accept at this moment.

“Whatever you decide, I’m here for you.”

Rosaline doesn’t need assurance for anyone else. Lee knows her cousin, and she knows that Rosaline needs her assurance, because she’s here, she’s here and everyone else isn’t because of various reasons outside of her control. She’ll need their individual reassurances later, but Lee doesn’t need to wait to voice her own.

And then, Rosaline relaxes her tense shoulders, returning the hug tightly. Her eyes were watering, Lee noticed, and soon, it dampens the shoulder of her shirt where Rosaline laid her head against.

“I… I want to keep it.”

And unlike everyone else who would ask and showcase their disbelief, Lee nods, accepting it without question, “Okay.”

Because she knows better than anyone how much Rosaline gets stuck in her own head. She must’ve thought it over hundreds of times before the confirmation, before telling Lee, before asking her to be here tonight.

“And… I… I want you to be their godmother.”

“Of course,” she nods, knowing that she was going to be the godmother from the very start. Liz might feel hurt by that fact, but Liz also wasn’t always there for Rosaline throughout their lives. Lee was. Lee always was. “We’ll love and support you,” she adds, before Rosaline starts panicking over reactions next.

Everyone will spoil Rosaline’s unborn child, she just knows it.

Rosaline sniffed, eyes watering. “Will… will you be there…? When I—when I talk to my moms?”

“Always.”

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Two Months Ago

Beginning of Summer

Step 4: Age 23

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“Always,” Lee murmured, eyes glimmering with unshed tears in the dazzling lights.

Her gaze never leaves Derek’s as she speaks into the microphone, phone in hand as she says her vows. “Somehow, some way, fate brought us here today. When we reunited in high school of our sophomore year, after losing contact for that previous year due to conflicting schedules and busy lives, I thought it was a miracle that we managed to pick our friendship up right where we left it. When you had that summer training camp in the year after our graduation, our relationship was tested by distance when we decided to become more than friends. When you had to move to a different city for college, I stayed local, and still I wanted to be with you. Despite the distance, I knew that you were the one for me.”

Cove was definitely crying among all of Derek’s grooms men, as evident when one of Derek’s brothers grins, quietly giving him a packet of tissues. Rosaline just smiled softly at the scene before her among Lee’s bridesmaids. Her maid of honour, naturally.

“When you asked me to move in with you, I was excited — I wanted to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to your smile, and that’s how I knew that I was and still am head over heels for you, after all of our time being together.”

Derek started to tear up, holding her free hand as he stared at her as if she hung the stars in the night sky.

“I love you, so much more than what words can describe, and I swear to you that I will always love you. I’ll hold your hand through the good and bad, I’ll love you for who you are now and who you have yet to be, and I’ll stay with you, side by side, no matter the challenges that may come our way.”

She slips her phone into the pocket of her wedding dress, seamlessly hidden, a detail that Rosaline included in the design.

“I love you, Derek Suárez, and I can’t wait to build our future together.”

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~1 Year Ago

Mid-Summer

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 22

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“…and I can’t wait to build our future together,” Lee read, eyes trained on her phone screen as she squinted at the screen.

Rosaline stared at her sketchbook, sketching potential design patterns. They’re in Rosaline’s living room, with her sitting at the dining table sketching out potential designs for the dresses.

“Well?” Lee prompted, looking up at her cousin from her spot on the L-shaped sofa. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ve been rereading your vows a little too much,” Rosaline sighed, smiling wryly at Lee as she placed her pencil down. “It’s perfectly fine. You talked about your relationship, that you’ll both overcome the challenges together, and that you love him. Add more, and it’ll be a long presentation-level speech. Cut it too much, and it’ll be incredibly short for a vow. I think it’s fine the way it is, especially because it’s your feelings for him.”

“Mm…” Lee frowned, looking unconvinced. And nervous, Rosaline noticed. “And… it’s okay? You really think so?”

“Why would I think otherwise?” Rosaline raised a brow, picking her pencil up again to draw a purse. “Do you want your purse to match your reception dress? Or should I make it be a pop of colour like a flower bouquet, so it stands out?”

“Matching. I want people to see the dresses I wear and be wowed instead of focusing on my purse, and if I want the purse to stand out, I’ll just use it with a different outfit,” Lee leaned back into the sofa, frowning. “And I… that’s not what I meant, I mean,” she groaned, flopping down, lying around as she looked at her, almost guiltily. “You know I love you, right?”

“Uh, yeah? Where are you going with this?” Rosaline smiled, feeling downright confused.

“How uh… how are you and Baxter doing?”

Oh. It was then that Rosaline realized what Lee was getting at. The wedding is meant to be a heartfelt occasion, filled with happy tears and bright smiles all around. And here Lee was, concerned for Rosaline and Baxter, who both broke up because Baxter refused to try a long distance relationship.

And Lee was especially worried about hitting on a nerve with that speech.

Well, she admits that she’s a bit… sad that Baxter wasn’t willing to have an LDR like Lee and Derek, but she feels vindicated knowing that he’s now working for a couple that he expected to have broken up. It evened out on that front, and frankly the petty side of her thinks that Lee ought to emphasize that distance meant nothing to a couple who worked together.

Although Baxter had yet to ask her about Gabrielle. A fact that enrages her more than upsets her, but she understood why he feigns indifference.

Not everyone wanted to tackle the hurdles of parenthood.

“Nothing new,” she simply said. Honestly, Baxter was the same as ever. Only he of all people could confidently keep her at arms length even when they were technically in contact. “Apart from the group chat, he doesn’t directly text me. Assuming that he still has my number.”

And what did she expect? For him to step up, to talk to her about Gabrielle after he saw her for the first time? Did he even want to see the child beyond that initial first meeting?

“Not even about…?”

“Nope, but that’s okay,” Rosaline smiled. It did hurt, but Rosaline could deal with it. Her birth mother and her had shit taste in men judging from what she knew from Carol. “Besides, I don’t think Gabby cares about not having a dad. She’s already getting spoiled rotten by everybody, and seriously, it’s a bit funny.”

Lee barks out a laugh at that, “That’s true! Gabby practically has four grandmas and two grandpas, several uncles, and several aunties. Has Liz been gifting her more presents?”

“Mhmm, but Brielle still loves you and your pink hair more than she loves Liz, but that’s a secret,” Rosaline teasingly stated before humming much more thoughtfully to herself. “Honestly, worse comes to worst, I can always ask Cove if he’s fine with doing that whole second parent adoption thing, if she really wants a dad. Cove’s a sucker for her anyway, so he would cry happily if that happened, even if he’s never thought of it.”

“True, he really takes good care of her,” Lee smiled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were a thing.”

“Maybe in another life,” she laughed. “But Cove’s definitely my brother.”

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Then

Beginning of Summer

Step 3: Age 18

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“Cove’s definitely my brother,” Rosaline laughed.

“That’s reassuring,” Baxter commented, smiling as they strolled through the boardwalk. “And here I thought that perhaps he was your first love.”

She doesn’t miss a step, her smile remains, as she watches Baxter from the corner of her eyes. But her heart skips a beat, her gut freezes, her mind reeling with imposing thoughts. Why would he say that? Naturally, there’s only one reason as to why he’d wonder, and why he’d look at her with incredible interest.

Her first love is Baxter Ward, back when she only knew him as the enchanting boy who swept her off her feet. That was an undeniable fact.

Rosaline, however, doesn’t admit it.

“Nope, that honour belongs to Mr Cliff Holden, Cove’s father!”

It wasn’t a lie, technically. She did think that Cove’s father was cute, but not to a point where she was romantically interested. The idea of it was plain weird, and she and Lee both got a kick out of it when she mentioned it, meanwhile Cove was mortified that she ever thought of his father as “cute” and “attractive”.

Cove was even more horrified (which she never thought was possible) when she told him that his mother was super cute, because she actually did develop a minor crush on Kyra back then. Now she’s just “mom three” to her. She’s not afraid to admit that someone’s attractive, but it’s a rather fun embarrassment, one that only gets mentioned as a tease from Lee, when it’s just her and her cousin, since Cove prefers to forget it entirely.

He had smiled, at first, in disbelief, before cackling at it, grinning when she mentioned Cove’s reaction to her minor childhood infatuation. Afterwards, Baxter was laughing, a reaction that she both expected and wanted. The tale is a fun exaggeration, and it safely tucks away the fact of her first love.

After all, it’s a bit much to confess to your first love, especially one you still had affections for.

Still, he was absolutely adorable…

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~1 Year Ago

Mid-Summer

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 22

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“She’s rather adorable,” Baxter absentmindedly comments.

Rosaline blinks, glancing over at him, but his eyes remain on the road. She thinks, for a moment, before realizing that maybe he finally wants to talk about Gabrielle.

“Yeah, Brielle is the cutest person in my life,” she smiled, thinking of her daughter.

“I would’ve expected her to come along, to be truthful.” It’s just small talk, but he’s finally showing interest.

“Well, my job can get rather hectic, and Carol keeps an eye on her for me until Cove gets off work. He normally watches over her whenever he’s home.”

“Ah… so you and Cove?”

“We live together, yeah.”

His hand grips the wheel tightly. Was he jealous that Cove spent more time with Gabrielle than him? He should just be honest about that, honestly. If he asked, she would’ve been happy to let him slowly build up a relationship with their daughter.

“I see…” he sounded rather… dejected. Almost accepting of the situation.

“I can always bring her along next time,” Rosaline offered. “She’ll be disappointed that I’m going to a bakery without her,” she chuckled.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he smiled, fake just like all the other smiles.

Even now, he was still holding back.

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Several Days Ago

End of Summer

Step 4: Age 23

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Even now, she felt like she was holding back.

“It’s okay, we can handle the clean-up,” Cove reassured her, his hand a warm comfort on her shoulder. “Take a break, Rosa,” he smiled. “Gabby’s with Lee; she came by to drop her off with your moms. So it’s fine, just… take a breather? You deserve it after all that’s happened.”

“The wedding’s over, so you can just leave it to us,” Terry grinned, and Miranda smiles, nodding along with him encouragingly.

She relaxes her tense shoulders, and she manages to smile back at them, feeling a bit weak.

“Yeah… you’re right. I need a break,” she took in a shaky breath and stands up. Eyes searching around the mostly empty room, spotting Baxter’s distant figure. She walks, her heels tapping against the marble floor as she deliberately bridges the gap between them.

And it’s Baxter, who keeps his back turned, whose back shifts as if tensing as her footsteps draw closer and closer. And it’s Baxter, and it’s always been Baxter, who draws her attention.

“Baxter,” she says, breathing, and steeling her expression.

He’s going to run away from her again, and if he does, she’s not quite sure how she’ll be able to handle it. Would it result in another night, crying in Lee’s arms like back then? She supposes that it’s a good thing Lee texted her earlier, saying to call her whenever she gets home. They both didn’t expect him to stay and talk.

“Ah, Rosaline,” he greets, turning to face her with that infuriatingly familiar smile. It was the same smile he used to maintain his professionalism, the same smile that showed her that he was just going to keep pulling away from her. His posture shows a clear desire to leave ASAP.

And her heart drops. Because even now, she was hoping that he would just… turn around and change his mind. That maybe he would give himself another chance with her.

But no, she supposes that was just a dream, and this was just her fulfilling a promise.

It’s just a dance, she tells herself and tries not to cry.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Give your heart a break - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris is a biker and decided he wants to start your forever.

Warnings: I’m gonna tag this as dubcon just to be safe, Chris definitely crosses a line without proper consent, breeding kink, biker!Chris AU, bondage, (belt used to restrain hands), dirty talk

A/N: this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“Hey, baby!” The smile she opened up when she turned around to see it was truly me who had just arrived at her coffee shop made my heart beat faster than it ever did while I was away from her.

I guess the adrenaline the bike used to give me was nothing compared to her effect on me.

“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, jumping on my waiting arms so I could twirl her around, like I always did after we spent some time apart. She looked just the same, which comforted my heart somewhat.

I hated leaving her, but this nomadic lifestyle I’d chosen for myself long before we ever met would never work for her. It’s why she always resisted accepting any kind of labels to what we shared.

That was all about to change, though. Even if she still didn’t realize it.

“What? Can’t I stop by to visit my best girl?” Her smile became even bigger at the pet name. It was the indication I needed of her true feelings. She wanted to be mine, she really just couldn’t handle the biker lifestyle.

“Of course, you can. I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. Sit down, I’ll bring your usual order!” I watched as she fixed me a black coffee and picked a muffin with great care before bringing it to me. I had no doubt it was the warmest one on the tray. “Will you be sticking around for tonight?”

I could see the glint of hope and desire in her eyes. I knew that even though she didn’t want to be tied down to me, she hadn’t looked for pleasure in anyone else ever since I first kissed her. And even though I was sure she thought differently, neither had I.

She owned my heart ever since we met. There was no one else I’d rather have underneath my body. “I think you’ll soon realize I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.”

Her eyes lit up at that, excitement clear in her features. “A whole week?” She’d been asking me for that for as long as I’ve known her, and I’d never been able to stick through the whole seven days. There was always some shipment to assess, brothers to help.

This time, nothing would force me away from her.

“You’ll see.” She rolled her eyes at my attempt at keeping a mystery, and I know what was going on through her pretty little head. I was already too secretive as it was, there was no need for more hiding. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

“I’ll be right here until it’s time to lock up. I’ll walk you home, how does that sound?” The way the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me was enough of a response, yet she gave me one anyway.

“Perfect.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Stop that.” The order startled me, too lost in the haze of lust to realize that he’d stripped down to his boxers, finally noticing that I’d climbed on the bed and had been playing with myself while I waited for him to join me.

Usually, I’d immediately follow his directions - almost instinctively, actually. It was probably some remaining fear that used to exist inside of me when I saw him on his bike just outside my shop, before I decided to give him a chance and began this little adventure between us…

I never wanted to see his anger directed at me. But tonight, I was feeling brave for whatever reason. Maybe it was because of how much I had missed him this time we spent apart and how I unconsciously resented him for always leaving. We’d never have an actual relationship, and it was all because of him.

So maybe that awoke the brat in me, because all I gave him was a smirk, keeping the movements on my clit as I watched him watch me. “I don’t think you deserve that,” I taunted, taking notice of the way he seemed transfixed by the wetness gathered on my lower lips, until I stopped my movements and raised my hand to slather it on my lips.

“You’ve left me all alone so many nights, with only these fingers as company…” I returned them to the apex of my thighs, pushing them inside of me this time, making sure to exaggerate my moan at the relieving sensation of being filled. “I think you deserve to suffer for a while longer.”

He looked so beautiful with his eyebrows furrowed, the length of his eyelashes and the pinkness of his lips almost making me overlook how threatening he still looked, all tatted up, clearly disappointed in me.

“Stop it,” he warned once more, but I wasn’t in a submissive mood. Not tonight.

“Why should I?” I argued, fucking myself faster. “I’m not yours. You can’t boss me around.” That was the wrong thing to say, I realized the second his eyes darkened, jaw clenching at my defiance. He was on me in a second, easily gathering my wrists in one of his hands as he pulled them up in the direction of the headboard, and it was only when I felt the leather around them that I realized he’d picked up his belt to tie me to bed.

“Yes, you are,” he breathed out against my face, eyes looking directly in mine to show me just how serious he was. “And you should know better than to disobey me.” The authoritative tone in his voice had me shivering, especially after he pulled away and stopped covering my body with his, taking advantage of how I was bound to the bed to drink in my naked figure.

“I promise I’ll behave,” I tried to argue, legs flailing around his figure until he grabbed them. “I-I just missed you, that’s all.” The way his huge, rough hand felt on the inside of my thighs should be illegal. And he knew just how much it affected me, as he smirked and looked up at me from under his eyelashes with a knowing glint in his gaze.

“Don’t you trust me?” He questioned, head tilted as his thumb slipped and found place right over my nub. “I just want to make you feel good, sugar.” I hesitated for a moment - I hadn’t really experimented with any sort of kinky sex before, even though I expected him to try something unusual ever since the first time we were together. Guess this was starting small. I could take it.

Besides, I needed him too fucking badly.

“Yeah?” He confirmed after I nodded, tone almost patronizing as he kept rubbing me and playing with himself. “Got yourself wet and ready for me, won’t need to prepare you, huh? Guess your disobedience has it’s advantages.”

All I could do was whimper, especially when he finally leaned over me again, resting his hard cock over my navel. “Feel this?” He asked, and I nodded once more. “It’s about to be inside of you, pretty girl.”

And so he grasped my hips and adjusted himself to start pushing in, spearing me open. Having him for the first time after a while was always a challenge, and although he always took it slow to get me used to him again, he was never one to give me time to accept the intrusion. He just took his time, thrusting in and out, taking note of every little moan that I released as his hips pressed against mine.

“Oh, fuck…” I groaned, wanting to wrap my arms around him but unable to do so, due to my restraints. “T-that f-feels s-so good!” I was positively trembling as he started to pick up his pace, cocky smile only adding to my arousal.

“Oh, yeah?” He panted, drops of sweat starting to form on his naked body from the frantic activity. “Then fucking scream it, sweetheart. Tell your entire neighborhood how good it feels to have my cock inside of you.”

I must have obeyed him, from the way my throat felt hoarse when I finally came back from my orgasm, but I couldn’t remember it. I was too far gone. All I knew, all I could focus on was the way it felt to have his cock rhythmically dragging in and out of me, the sounds of my juices reverberating off the walls.

“Pretty little pussy,” he complimented, eyes focused on the part of me he was so obsessed with. “Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” Well, that jolted me back into reality, suddenly pulling on his belt again.

“W-what?” Only when he heard my question and the hesitation in my voice did he raise his gaze to meet my eyes, a patient smile defining his expression.

“C’mon, pretty girl… You know you want it too. Don’t you want an ‘us’?” He urged while I could only stare back, mouth agape. “You know I want more, I’ve always wanted more. Now I’m ready to give it to you. And I know you want me too.”

His voice was soothing against my ear as he kept fucking me, “You want to be round with my baby, don’t you? You want me to keep you filled all day long, until your breasts are heavy and your belly starts growing, so everyone will know you’re now undeniably mine.”

And to be his is all I’d ever wanted, but I never expected it to happen like this. I could only watch, frozen in place as he came deep inside of me, moaning right by my ear before kissing my temple.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He’d never said those words to me before. I don’t think he’d ever said them to anyone. “I know it’s fucked up that I’m only now telling you this, but I do. And I wanna fall asleep next to you every day from now on.”

And so he kept me plugged, full of his cum even as he released my wrists and lulled me to sleep, and for the next seven days, when I woke up in the morning, he was really still there.

“You’re really here to stay,” I whispered on the eight night, cradling his face in amazement as he smiled before kissing my palm.

“Forever.”

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babiesdreams · 3 years

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Day 18: Jaemin

"Read it out loud" +18

Warnings: Unprotected sex, choking, dom! Jaemin, fem! reader. [Requested kinks]

Word count: ~580.

23 nights w/ nct masterlist

You were holding your phone on your hands, reading a 00 line + choking blurb, chuckling at the assumptions of the writer. Jaemin’s figure appears through the door frame. He raises a brow and fastly gets your phone out of your hands. His smirk grows, reading the content of your screen. His pierced eyes look straight at you and you gasp lightly.

“You read these things?” He says in a teasy tone. You gulp and shake your head. “I-I just” He scrolls through your tumblr account, looking at the likes. He sees quite a collection of different fics, mostly of him, but when he sees a Donghyuck one… Something clicks in his mind.

He lends you the phone, with the fic still on the screen. “Read it out loud” He growls, his body sits down on a couch, watching your body. Your eyes shake, recognizing the fic, right away. Jaemin waits for your words to come out of your mouth. “ T-the warmth of his body takes over yours...Y-you can feel his bulge against your thigh, positioned in between his legs, as your cunt rests on top of his right thigh.” You start reading stuttering.

“Touch yourself” He says with a low, serious tone. You gulp, but obligue, letting your hand travel to your cunt as you keep reading. “ ...“Move baby” He orders and you obligue, rubbing yourself against the fabric of his black jeans.”

“Do you wanna fuck him?” Jaemin asks seriously from his seat. Your hand keeps moving on your cunt but your eyes soften looking at him. “N-no” You stutter. “Remove your panties” He says and you obey, sliding them down your legs and throwing them. “Now make circles around your clit” He says and you do, while leaving your phone to the side. “Put two fingers inside of you” He says, studying every inch of your body.

You shake your head, and he smirks. “Two fingers, inside of you, now” His voice is calm, yet demanding. But you still don’t do it. His body moves forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You are not in a position to demand anything now, you whore” He says, every word gets in your mind, and repeats, like a mantra.

His body walks closer to the bed you were on, stopping at the edge. His hand caresses your skin, from your knees all the way up to your neck, passing through your nipple. “See, the wrong thing about those things you read, is that they aren’t real. I choke harder” He says, applying pressure on your neck. “And even harder when you are a slut. If you had any doubts of who fucks you senseless every fucking night, I’m gonna remind you, so that you’ll never forget” He says calmly, every word getting into you.

His hold around your neck is tighter every second that goes by, making you feel dizzy. His length gets out of his pants before you even notice, getting inside of you soonly after. His thrusts are no joke, you’ve never seen anyone following such a pace before. His length fills you up completely, stretching your walls at his pace.

“I didn’t know my princess loved choking this much” He whispers, pressing more against your neck. “If I knew, I would have done this earlier. His voice is low, his look serious and his hands… strong. Keeping his pace doesn’t allow him to last much longer, as he cums brushing your walls with hot white cum.

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Putting on links is killing me I swear. Also sorry for posting so little today, I had a final and tomorrow I have another one. But I promise, I’ll upload more stuff tomorrow. Please forgive meeee TT

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a-pretty-nerd · 3 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 9

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 2,756

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:

Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!

Taglist:

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@witch-o-memes

Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:

"So you don’t throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.

So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.

That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.

Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.

"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.

"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing! It's just-"

"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.

"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.

"What!?"

"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.

"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.

"Yeah."

"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-

"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.

"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.

"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.

"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.

"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.

"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.

You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.

"Well?"

"Huh!?"

"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.

"Of what?"

"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.

"This is the second part of the plan."

"What was the first?"

"Taking you as a hostage."

"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.

"Yes."

"But that didn't go as planned."

"....."

"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"

"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."

"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."

"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."

"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"

"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."

"Right."

"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."

"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."

"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."

"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.

"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."

"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.

"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."

"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."

"They have a barrier."

"What?"

"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."

"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.

"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.

"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.

"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I...I..."

"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?

"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.

"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."

"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.

"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.

"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.

"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."

"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.

"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.

"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.

"Had a hunch." He snickered.

"Now you answer me."

"Why don't you wanna go back?"

"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.

"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...

"I'm sorry." You blurted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."

"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"

"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.

"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."

"You didn't upset me."

"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.

"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.

"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.

"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"

You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-

"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.

"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.

"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.

"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.

"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.

"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.

"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.

"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."

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aeonghaseyo · 3 years

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Under the Streetlight - Alexandra Trese x Reader

Song fic based on the song “Mixtape: OH” by Stray Kids

A/N: It’s actually my first time writing a song fic, and one using the English translation of a K-pop song I love so much. Please stream Mixtape: OH in Youtube! Btw, I tried my best for the reader to be of any gender haha

T/W: imagery of blood

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You were just a college student in Manila, trying to get by this one year in your program that seemed as if it was out to kill you. Why not though, with all the shit ton of schoolwork you had to do as well as org work you willingly volunteered to do?

As you waited by a jeepney stop by a streetlight that might as well have been like a spotlight hovering upon you, you pondered upon a lot of things in your head and stopped to make a note to yourself.

‘Note to self: I should really work on saying no once in a while. If I say yes to so much work during this sem I might be dead faster than I think.’

Even making this note to yourself made you feel stressed all the more, with your body automatically fidgeting, and you, conscious enough of your own habits when faced with stress and anxiety, tried your best to fend it off either by forcing yourself to stay still or by letting your thoughts wander to more exciting scenarios.

One scenario in mind played: you on your knees under that same streetlight, with a woman clad in a black coat wielding a curved blade that seemed to gleam its own light even in the darkness. This undaunted, short-haired lady in a defensive stance, aiming to keep you from being kidnapped by the aswang in your area that would risk even the secrecy of their existence in the estero’s out of hunger they never bothered to control. Your entrails would have been their main course, and your soul their dessert, until the infamous Alexandra Trese came to your rescue within a split-second, not even giving you time to scream out loud for help.

As there were only two of the aswang who were going to salvage you to satisfy their hunger pangs, it only took mere moments for Alexandra to take them both down without a drop of blood on you. Even while she was splashed with blood, you looked upon her in awe and admiration.

The mere thought of her figure post-rampage painted your cheeks red, as you also recalled the memory of her holding out a hand to you to help you up. The fear brought about by that near-death-by-aswang experience really made you literally weak on your knees, so at first you struggled to stand up right after you shakily gripped her hand.

When I get my hands on you

When I set my eyes on you

I get breathless and I’ve never felt this way before

I can’t explain this

It feels so different

So I want it more

No doubt, something coursed through you back then that made you gain just a little bit of strength to momentarily stand on your own two feet. You had that strength, alright, but you didn’t look it with the paleness of your face giving your state of weakness away to the woman in front of you.

“You’re safe now, you don’t have to be scared,” you heard Alexandra reassure you, and once again your knees were jelly.

So you stumbled.

Blessed by her swift reflexes, your savior caught you effortlessly, and you couldn’t help but hold on to her arms and look into her unwavering black orbs. Another moment passed as she helped you back on your own two feet, her hands still on your shoulders as if to give you a sense of security amidst a relatively dangerous area.

You muttered an “I-i’m so sorry, ma’am,” to which the babaylan-mandirigma corrected you, “Call me Alex. You don’t look well enough to commute, and the streets are especially dangerous at this time of night. Let me take you home.”

I just want to whine

I’ll stop being calculative

I want you to notice how I am feeling

As if you would notice that I was lying

I don’t want to just be around you like the scent

She saved your ass from being a part of the aswang’s menu, and you thought that was just the bare minimum you deserved at that moment. You clearly didn’t expect her to help you up while you were definitely still weak on your knees, and you didn’t expect her to suddenly take you home.

So your mind momentarily went blank.

Just like a PC that has been restarted, you began processing Alexandra’s offer to take you back home, and your feel yourself getting conflicted between letting her take you home for you to finally let another person help you from the ordeal you had sustained, or refusing her help just so you could prove you can still handle your own.

But you were left with no choice as Alexandra said, “I insist. You’re much safer with me.”

With one speechless nod from you, she led you to the car where her two bodyguards were waiting and helped you settle at the back of the car, where she usually took her place.

I thought I knew

I was so confident that I knew everything

But I didn’t know, with you

As I get close to you, it gets more complicated

Even when I have something to say, my head goes blank

At the end of the day, I’m saying just meaningless words

“Another rampage, bossing?” one of the bodyguards, who was driving the black Sedan you were in, asked. “Those aswang sure are relentless.”

“At least you didn’t need to call us for help though,” remarked the other bodyguard, who looked like he was the twin of the man who spoke earlier.

Right beside you, Alexandra let out a sigh for self-relief and responded, “Those aswang were easy prey. They were reckless enough to just corner a helpless passerby out in the night without any calculated plan of attack.”

The long-haired man at the wheel then replied, “Too hungry to even think, eh? ‘Yan tuloy.”

You paid no mind to the rest of the conversation between Alexandra and her bodyguards, instead finding yourself thinking about how secure you felt as the babaylan-mandirigma helped you up on your feet earlier under that streetlight. To you, her expression was nonchalantly serious, with a slight hint of concern that never escaped your perception.

That concern never appeared for your eyes to see, but you felt it. It was there. Just for you, at that very moment after she saved you.

The train of thought halted to a stop in your head as Alexandra finally turned to you and said, “I never got your name. Do you want to tell me what it is?”

Turning to her with an expression akin to that of a child talking to their first crush, you stuttered, “I-it’s (Y/N). T-thanks again, for s-saving me back there, I t-thought I was gonna be a goner!”

Her eyes never leaving your form, she then replied, “It was a relief that I got to you before those monsters did.”

“Serves me right for waiting for a jeepney at an area without people, huh?” you remarked with a nervous chuckle, as a sign that you’ve finally found your keenness in freely attempting a conversation with Alexandra Trese, of all people.

You thought she would reply to what you would refer to as a careless remark, but it seemed that you were wrong as one of the twin bodyguards replied to you instead.

“You were easy bait for those aswang, but no worries. Bossing got to you just in time.”

When I hold your hand

I feel like being a baby again

And I go whining and saying, “Don’t look at me like that”

I look you in the eye and take one step closer to you

No matter how much I plan and prepare

When I’m with you, I’m just a baby

Finally arriving at your place, Alexandra ordered her bodyguards to wait for her by the Sedan and turned to walk you to the front entrance. Out of gratitude, you finally mustered to thank your savior once again, which she answered with a nod and her replying, “Take care of yourself next time,” before she finally turned to where her vehicle was parked.

You felt your heart sink then as she walked to the car by herself. What has gotten into you? She just saved you from an aswang attack, as is her duty as the mediator between humanity and the creatures of the underworld, and she probably doesn’t have the luxury of time to be the subject of anyone’s interest or courtship. So what was the matter? Why were you feeling as if you wanted, scratch that, needed to see her again?

Countless times before, you swore to yourself that you were the type of person not to fall for just anyone, regardless of how extraordinary they seem, regardless of whether they stood out in your eyes or not, out of fear of this weakness being exploited anyway and you being set up for disappointment in the long run. No, you would never let fragility get the best of you just because someone outright snagged you from a close call of an aswang attack.

Regardless of your distaste for showing weakness, that beating heart of yours nagged at you to call out her name and spend a few more seconds with her anyway.

Driven by your own resounding heartbeat, you called out to her while race-walking towards her, “Alex!”

Ey (I’m a)

Can I call you baby?

Ey (I’m a)

In front of love, I’m just a baby

Just like that, you got her phone number, along with a reminder from her to call her when you need help with anything out of the ordinary, which is pretty much another way of referring to supernatural occurrences or anything involving the supernatural realm.

Under that same spotlight by the jeepney stop at night, still alone, you exited to your phone’s main menu and find your thumb almost grazing the contacts icon at the bottom of your screen. You pressed on that Contacts icon and found Alexandra Trese’s name right under the “A” list in your contacts, underneath a bunch of registered numbers without any proper names to them. With longing, you stared at that name along with her number.

‘I have your number, Alex. Can I call you anytime then, even when I’m not in trouble?’

I know I shouldn’t whine about it

I know it well that you’re everything in my mind

My heart wants you

I want your love

This feeling is so toxic

You’re the only antidote

“Fancy seeing you here again, (Y/N).”

The heart that was already fluttering in your chest skipped a beat upon hearing that familiar voice. Quickly, you turned to the owner of that special voice right beside you, belonging to none other than the person who has been plaguing your thoughts since that fateful night. As if by instinct, you smiled lightly and greeted her, “It’s good to see you again here, Alex. What brings you here tonight?”

I’m sure about my feelings but I can’t control them

The way I talk to you, treat you, and behave towards you

Is so immature

Mature person, Mature love

Mature man, I thought it would be easy

Everything is difficult in front of you

Alexandra filled you in on her agenda for tonight, “I was wondering if there was going to be something unusual happening tonight that concerned the aswang clans that have gone out of control. Strangely, nothing has been happening in this particular street, unlike the last time I saw you here.”

Your (e/c) orbs gone soft, you looked upon her as you replied with a chuckle, “And then you found me instead.”

Her own eyes slightly widened, the woman before you cleared her throat and answered, “Yes I did. And I’m relieved to know you’re safe tonight.”

Time passed, and the silence between you and Alexandra remained as she stayed vigilant and prepared for a possible aswang attack that could happen right where the two of you were standing right now. Worried, you checked the digital clock on your phone once again, which read, “11:43 PM.” Upon being aware that it was actually past your bedtime, your features manifested a look of both worry and frustration, and Alexandra seemed to have noticed it herself.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

“I am, it’s just,” you let out a tiny whimper as you continued, “it’s past my bedtime already, I had to stay behind in school to help out with an org activity the day after, and I haven’t even studied for my exam tomorrow. I hate it when I can’t ride a jeepney right away going home.”

Hold your horses. Did you just rant to Alexandra Trese about your current predicament?

What should I do?

Am I under the illusion?

Will this end easily?

(Oh na na na na what should I do)

Closer (Oh na na na na what should I do)

I want to come to you and get to you

Out of embarrassment from the complaint you just uttered to the person who once saved you from the aswang, the person who brought you home out of kindness, the person you have admired for a long time but never had the chance to tell out of fear of rejection and quite possibly your own consideration for her duties to both the human and otherworldly realms, warm blood rushed to your cheeks and you covered your face as you apologized, “Sorry Alex, I didn’t mean to bother you about my own personal troubles. I can handle it by myself, I promise.”

A hand on your shoulder finally prompted you to look right at her, your head finally unobscured by the hands which formerly shrouded the remains of your embarrassed demeanor.

“Want me to take you home again, (Y/N)?”

This was your one chance to be with this one hell of a woman yet again, like the last time you both were under that same streetlight by the jeepney stop.

What made the current circumstance different from before was that you were not afraid to accept her offer this time. You were hell-bent on getting Alexandra to remember you as much as you continued to remember her and savor that special memory with her.

(Baby)

(I want to come to you and get to you)

No matter how much I plan and prepare

When I’m with you, I’m just a

With an unexplained expression driven by a growing fondness for the babaylan-mandirigma before you, you finally replied to her, “Of course Alex. Thanks again, I appreciate it so much.”

Alexandra then took you by the hand and led her to where that same black Sedan was parked. Cherishing the warmth of her hand, you slightly tightened your hold as if to say, ‘I love holding your hand, and I don’t plan on letting it go anytime.’

I look you in the eye and take one step closer to you

No matter how much I plan and prepare

When I’m with you, I’m just a baby

Ey (I’m a)

Can I call you baby?

Ey (I’m a)

In front of love

I’m just a baby

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join-the-joywrite · 3 years

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So before I say goodbye, would you do one last thing for me?

And take, take her to the moon for me

Reggie thinks about crossing over . . . and then he does

read on ao3 here

you can all thank @thedeathdeelers for it because of this post. and also you should all go listen to the song based off bing bong's take her to the moon line

They were going to cross over. Soon. It wasn't going to be some great big show of sparks or jolts of pain. Reggie could tell it was going to be a quiet affair that took them away unexpectedly.

Reggie sat alone most nights, wondering what his unfinished business had been. The Orpheum, though only half a year ago, felt like several years. Stealing Willie's soul back from right under Caleb's nose was just a few weeks ago but it felt like months. On these lonely nights, Reggie mentally relived his afterlife, trying to pinpoint some milestone moment that could've been it. Other nights, he distracted himself playing softly with Alex and Luke, or tweaking songs with Luke, or pathetically failing to learn skating with Willie. Or sometimes he would wander around the house and just do small things here and there.

Once, he did Carlos' forgotten math homework for him. Julie had scolded him about cheating with Carlos, but that had only been for a second before she relayed how grateful Carlos was and how much he wished he could see Reggie and say it himself.

Part of Reggie wanted to voice his thoughts about crossing over. Another part of him hoped that if he didn't talk about it, it wouldn't be real.

And then, one day, Willie vanished. As expected and understandably so, Alex was inconsolable. Reggie made the mistake of offhandedly commenting that it wasn't so bad. Maybe they'd meet up again after they crossed over. It wasn't much longer, now.

Alex was furious first. How could Reggie say that it wasn't so bad? Alex was confused after that. What did Reggie mean with all that? Alex was concerned in the end. Did Reggie really think they were going to cross over?

It was a nice thought, Alex would later tell Reggie. That they could be together when they crossed over and that he would see Willie again. But that wasn't going to happen for a long time. Luke agreed. They were going to take Julie to stardom before they ever considered leaving.

Reggie thought about Julie almost every minute of the day. He figured they would be okay with whatever happened after they crossed over. What would happen to Julie? Would it take her long to figure out what happened? Would their absence turn her away from music again?

That thought alone had bothered Reggie so much that even Carlos noticed. Things were messy around the house. His computer was open on Spotify and the music was blasting into his headphones. No one was beating his messy room for him anymore. Luke decided to talk to Reggie. It all came out in a rush, how he was so afraid that when they crossed over, it would tear Julie apart. After he'd sat with Reggie and listened to everything bottled up, Luke promised to talk to Julie seriously -- and that serious talk happened to be today.

Reggie, who had been laying on the floor while all these thoughts bounced around in his head, sat up suddenly.

The studio was silent.

"Alex?"

Denial set in very quickly. Not now. He wasn't ready yet. He'd known it was coming for at least one month but he was far from prepared.

Alex had to be around somewhere, right? Reggie suddenly realised he was just hoping for a sign of where Alex was moments before he accidentally stepped onto Alex's drumsticks and landed on his back.

The drumsticks rolled across the floor, coming to a slow stop at the wheel of Willie's skateboard.

Sometimes my mom sends me signs, Julie had said once, and sometimes I don't get it until much later but sometimes it's just so clear what she's trying to tell me.

Reggie stared at the drumsticks and the skateboard. Couldn't get much clearer than that.

Suddenly, Reggie was struck with the horrifying thought that Luke had vanished mid-conversation with Julie.

Not thinking before he leapt, Reggie poofed into Julie's room.

"You're not allowed to do that," Julie said casually. "You know that."

"Sorry. Uh, do you know where Luke is?"

Julie shook her head. "He just left a few minutes ago. Said something about wanting to get some lyrics out of his head. Isn't he in the studio?"

Reggie lied very easily and believably. "Oh, I was just downstairs. I haven't checked the studio yet 'cause I thought I heard you talking to someone up here."

Reggie didn't know why he was lying to Julie. He didn't know what was worse. Telling her the truth or wishing he had later.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said with a chipper smile.

"Do you want a hug?"

Okay, so maybe he couldn't always lie well about everything. Reggie's nod was hesitant before it was quick.

Julie hopped off her bed and hung her arms loosely around Reggie. She let out a surprised yelp when Reggie wrapped his arms tightly around Julie.

"Someone's competing with Alex for best hug-giver."

Normally, Reggie would've laughed at that. But Alex was gone. Luke probably was too. Reggie would be gone soon too. He had to leave Julie's room. It would break her if she had to see it happen.

"Thanks, Julie."

Julie smiled brightly when Reggie pulled away. "Anytime. My hugs are free for all."

"You should get some sleep. W-we'll see you in the morning."

Why was he lying to her? He knew he'd be gone before she even fell asleep.

Maybe, if she thought they crossed over in the peace and quiet of the still night, she would feel better. Maybe, if she thought they crossed over while she slept, she would blame them for not waking her, not herself for not noticing.

"Fine. But not because you said to." Julie slid under her duvet and grinned at Reggie. She was mid-yawn before she realised. "I'll see you guys in the morning. Tell Alex and Luke I said good night."

"I will," Reggie said. And if he did happen to meet Alex and Luke, he would without a doubt deliver Julie's message. "I love you. We love you."

"Aww. I love you too, Reg."

Reggie left before he did or said something that would make Julie worry.

He meant to land in the studio. Instead, he found himself in the kitchen, his legs numb and a hollow emptiness in his chest.

"Reggie?"

Reggie looked up to see Carlos, backlit by the open fridge. "You should be in bed."

"You should be invisible."

"Uh . . . that's true."

Carlos kicked the fridge closed as he walked over to Reggie, quietly setting his glass on the island counter. "Are you okay? You look a bit sick. Can ghosts get sick? Is that a thing? Are there ghost doctors? Are they, like, special ghost doctors or just doctors that died?"

"That's too many questions at once, little man."

Carlos frowned. Reggie always answered every single question on the odd occasion that he could see and hear Reggie -- or even if Reggie was just chatting to him with Julie's phone. "Are you okay?" Carlos asked again, this time more serious and somehow even quieter than before.

"I will be." Another lie. He didn't know. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Julie and Carlos didn't worry.

"What's wrong?"

Reggie wished he could hug Carlos like he had hugged Julie just a few minutes ago. "I, uh . . . I gotta go."

"Oh. Where are you going? You're gonna be back, though, right?"

"I don't know." The first truth Reggie had spoken all night. "But I won't come back."

"Wh-- . . . oh." Carlos glanced down at the floor.

"Hey," Reggie said, crouching down. Carlos was looking down at him now. "You're gonna be okay."

"But what about you? Are you gonna be okay?"

Reggie shrugged. "I hope so. Maybe I'll see you again when you're all old and wrinkly."

"Ha ha." Carlos' tone was sarcastic, but his smile was genuine. His eyes widened and a gasp caught in his throat when Reggie wiped away the tears he didn't even notice. Without stopping to question it, Carlos threw his arms around Reggie's shoulders and held tight. "Do you have to go?"

The fragility of Carlos' croaked question set alight a small but agonizing flame in Reggie's chest. "I have to," he murmured, holding Carlos gently. "Alex and Luke are probably waiting for me."

"I don't want you to go."

"I know."

Reggie's entire body, save for the burning yet soothing sparks in his chest, felt numb. He had to glance over Carlos' shoulder to make sure he still had his arms. He moved to pull back so he could leave -- Carlos didn't have to see whatever crossing over looked like -- but Carlos wouldn't let go.

Reggie figured he would've been able to break out of Carlos' hold on a normal day. But today wasn't normal, was it?

"I have to go," Reggie said.

Carlos pretended he didn't hear it. "You're the best brother in the world."

Finally, Carlos let Reggie move back, but Reggie didn't stand or poof out. Instead, he gave Carlos a smile and wiped Carlos' wet cheeks. "Nah. You are. You're gonna look after Julie for us, aren't you?"

Carlos nodded. He refused to acknowledge the fact that he could see through Reggie. He was just tired and needed to go to bed, right?

"Julie belongs with the stars," Reggie said. "Take her to the moon for me, okay?"

"I'll try," Carlos told the empty kitchen. "I promise."

And then he wrapped his arms around himself and sat down on the floor as his small shoulders shook silently.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #reggie peters #mara writes stuff #angst warning #this is very sad y'all #im so sorry #(no im not)

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mirror-juliet · 3 years

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Hard Time {Hongjoong X Reader}

know this is late but i procrastinated again. I sowwy

Requested by anon

Warnings) teasing, hard dom, bondage, punishment. vampire gloves, wartenberg wheel, nipple clamps, spanking paddle, degration, orgasm control, edging, slight mention of blood from bondage toy

Seonghwa had invited everyone over for dinner at his place, not only to hang out, but to also discuss the next comeback on the horizon. You always come to these dinner's with Hongjoong, not only to keep him company and visit with the other members, but Hongjoong likes to show you off.

But tonight you had something up your sleeve. The talk was getting too boring and Hongjoong wasn't giving you the much needed attention you so desired. Who could blame you? Attention is what you thrive on! And Hongjoong was neglecting you to talk with his best friend. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and started playing footsie with Hongjoong's penis from across the table.

You also may or may not have sat right across from him for this exact reason.Hongjoong takes a quick glance at you to give you a sign of warning. One that you ignore and press harder into him while talking to Yunho like nothing is wrong. In fact you and him begin to take selfies together. Though, your attention is brought back to him by force. He slammed his foot into your toes that are exposed by your heels, so hard so that you have to bite your lip to stop from yelping out in pain.

Hongjoong scratches his eyebrow in your direction, another warning sign meaning "Behave" You would, but how could you when you're having so much fun feeling his bulge grow steadily from underneath your foot.

"If you would excuse me, Seonghwa." Hongjoong steps back from the table, Choking slightly on his own spit, but no one notices it besides you. "I need to use the gentlemen's room." As he walks away, you're sure you're the only one who see's it, but your lips quirk upward as you see the thick erection through his pants.

"Is Hongjoong okay Y/n?" Yunho asks, face laced with concern. "He looks a bit flushed, i hope he isn't running a fever." You cant help but coo at how concerned he is for his leader, patting his head for his comfort.

"I'm sure he's just gotten a hot flash, it is quite warm in here after all." Seonghwa hears this and offers to turn the air on, but you gently decline, saying that you'll be fine.

After five minutes of radio silence form Hongjoong, you were starting to get concerned yourself. Usually by this time he would have texted you to get your ass in the bathroom."I'm gonna go see if Hongjoong is okay." You excuse yourself from the table, going to rasp gently on the bathroom door.

Instead of a verbal answer, the door is thrown open and you are yanked swiftly into the bathroom like a scene out of a snuff movie. Right before the main character is killed. You catch yourself having these thoughts, they're so strange to have in this situation.

The look on Hongjoong's face has you concerned, not to mention the mess he has his hair in, pushed back and in every which direction besides straight. "Baby, are you oka-""Look what you did!" He whisper shouts as he pulls his pants down hastily to show a painful erection standing tall and proud, drooling precum down the head"You are such a fucking brat! Fix this. Now." Hongjoong pushes you onto your knee's giving you a moment to pull away if you really wanted to. When you show no sign of resistance, he slips himself into your mouth; grunting in a euphoric and beautiful way.

"Jesus fuck bitch. Fuck, you're gonna make me yell if you keep up your mouth like that." Hongjoong pushes you off of him and rapidly pumps himself like a jackhammer. One wrong move and he'll break his penis. With a small grunt Hongjoong finishes into the toilet."You don't deserve to eat my cum, you're a bad girl." Hongjoong sighs at the release of pressure on his lower region. He tucks himself back in and pulls you up off the floor.

The both of you go back to the dining room like nothing's happened with a suspicious look form Jongho, but no one else. As you sit down, you press up closer to Yunho. The poor boy flushing bright red as you pull your shirt down to show your clevage. Yunho takes a few moments to look, but then quickly averts his eyes and swallows a few times.

"I hate to be this way." Hongjoong stands up and walks over to you. "But i'm not feeling too well. Is it okay if we go home a little early?" Seonghwa quickly swallows his drink and reaches out to Hongjoong."Yea, no problem. I'll text you the details Feel better man." The both of you say your goodbyes and grab your coats to head out to your cars. On your way out, you notice the smirk Jongho has on his face, raising his glass to you right before you leave.

The car ride home was filled with silence, leaving you to soak your panties with dangerous thoughts floating through your head. He's going to punish you no doubt, a sickening sweet smile plays across your lips. Oh how sweet that sounds to your mind. It wasn't too long of a drive though thanks to Hongjoong's speeding.

It takes him mere seconds after you exit the car to grab ahold of your wrist and drag you up to your house and into your bedroom. Not even bothering to let you take your shoes off."I'm going into the bathroom, now when i come out you had better be undressed and on the bed. Do i make myself clear?" You nod your head, crossing your fingers behind your back; you're already in trouble so why not make it worth your time to be underneath him. So you take off everything except the baby blue lingere set you had on underneath your clothes, hoping it would come to this.

Ten minutes is what it takes Hongjoong to get out of the bathroom, clearly have taken a shower and freshly shaven. By the look in his eyes as he looks at her, he's less than pleased."I thought i told you to get undressed. So why are you in that?" Hongjoong doesn't bother to put a shirt on, letting his sweatpants hang dangerously low to his v-line.

"Not even gonna answer me? God you really are just a spoiled brat huh? Cant even follow simple orders." He stalks up to the bed. "So now you're gonna get treated like a selfish brat."Hongjoong kisses you hard, chasing after your lips and you chasing after his own. He tangles his fingers in your hair and grinds against you. His other hand keeping yours at bay from touching him. He pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His eyes grow soft and he chuckles.

Then he moves his hand in your hair down to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens. A glob of his spit trickles down into your mouth and he expects you to swallow it.

"At least you're able to do one thing right, Stupid girl." And there's that smile again, the soft one that really isn't. Then he does something that has you gasping in shock. He ripped your lingere off completely, completely ruining the garment. You'll have to worry about the price later."On the ground, on all fours." Hongjoong commands as he sits in the chair across the room, crossing his legs and thinking about his next move.

This is like a game to him, you're both on a different team, yet the same coin, merely just different sides. And it's his move, you used all of yours up at the dinner party and now he gets to use his that he has delicately been saving up. He needs to calculate the next move and then strike. How childish this is, to think of it at as a game, Hongjoong thinks.

He uses his fingers to beacon you forward, he smiles again as you obey rather quickly on all fours still. He's going to have so much fun watching you squirm for him. He's already taken care of himself twice tonight, once with you and the second time in the shower. So he has no need to use your cunt other than your torture.

Once you get close enough to him, he positions you sideways in front of him with his feet, then using your ass as a foot rest. Scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to get tired in this position."You have twenty minutes, try not to move too much." Your eyes widen, twenty minutes on the hardwood? On hands and knees?

As time passes you grow more inpatient, trying not to move to much but you cant help but sway your weight to one knee at a time. Occasionally Hongjoong will dig his heel into the small of your back to get you to cease movement."Hongjoong. It hurts~" You whine and it's like music to Hongjoong's ears, But you still have ten minutes left and he's not done taking pictures of you yet.

"If it hurts that bad, use the safeword." He barks, feigning annoyance at her whining. With a few more pictures and liking a few posts on Instagram he tells you to get on the bed, pulling out the cuffs to tie your hands to the bed with, snacking your tits a few times.Then he goes to the spare dresser you keep in the room for all your toys for the bedroom. Hongjoong takes his time browsing through the items, picking out the right ones that will reach the itch he has to punish you and make you cry out in lust. Then he see's it, the one toy he's been dying to use on you and blood nearly goes to his lower head.

You watch as he puts the spikey Glove on the edge of the bed, pulling out another pair of cuffs, attaching your ankles to the cuffs on your wrists."This my little brat, Is called a vampire glove." Hongjoong says as he slips it on, the spikes reflecting light into your eyes."So you know what it's used for?" You shake your head no, truly not knowing what the use of it is. Maybe to leave scratches along a sub?"Spanking." the word leaves you scared, not truly, but the kind of scared that is unsure of itself. Hongjoong is notorious for spanking hard, so what would the gloves do to your poor ass? You shiver thinking about it.

He doesn't leave you much time to process the idea of blood being possibly drawn when he pulls his hand back in the air. You clench your eyes shut right before the impact and leave a yelp at the pinprick feeling on your ass, feeling something trickle down.

"Who would have known you're so prone to drawing blood little brat." Hongjoong comes up to you before continuing, kissing your forehead and breaking his dom complex for a moment."I'll be gentler." And his next swing is more gentle, not going deep enough to draw blood but still breaking skin. The blood that does come out only comes in tiny dots littering across your cheeks.

Even with him being gentler, the glove still hurts, enough so to bring tears to your eyes that fall down your cheeks. It most definitely is a punishment and not one made for you to enjoy. Hongjoong gives you a two minute time out before he moves onto the next toy-The wartenburg wheel, also not one of your favorites for what he always does with it.He rolls the spikes over the puncture wounds, allowing you to cry even more at the pain, but not painful enough for you to use your safeword."I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good girl." Hongjoong argues. "But since you were a brat, this is what happens."

"I know, i'm sorry sir, it wont happen again." What a beautiful sight you are in this state, crying, begging, unrationally thinking in hope for a climax or some sort of pleasure to combat the pain. He feels a little softer than he did earlier, so he lets your legs down and allows you a moment to cry and calm down from the pain. Hongjoong strokes your face as he admires you, you're so gorgeous and perfect for him, the missing piece to the twisted puzzle he is in his mind.

"I think that's enough for tonight darling." Hongjoong makes the decision for you as he see's you aren't calming down enough. Sure you seem fine but he knows with another punishment you'll go into a sub drop. So to the bathtub you go in his arms. He cuddles you and washes you in the tub, pressing his hips to your head; making sure you know you did a great job. Also telling you how beautiful you are.After the bath he puts aloe on your bum and dresses you in some panties and one of his shirts, taking you both to bed.

#ateez smut #ateez hongjoong smut #Ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez aesthetic

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daimonhalos · 3 years

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Aight this is the second time I watch it but I'm gonna do a commentary on the latest bad's lore stream! Just for funsies, I might have honestly already forgotten some stuff so I wanna keep my thought process :3 let's go, commentary under the cut.

There's also some small theories/analysis in some points but nothing too much, just me rambling cause pain.

The pre stream song. Faster and Bad never change please.

I love so so so much the ominous soundtracks he puts as background for lore man it's just so coooool.

Reality check pre/post lore my beloved 💜

that little meh eh eh. is everything

he's just on a boat at night and but can already see he's got shaders on, this means PRETTY VISUALS AHEAD. Also i really like bits beginning with the character alone heading towards their destined direction, it's just pleasing

HIM TAKING DOWN ANTI EGG POSTERS. KING SHIT

Can't believe I got to hear "muffinhead" in lore voice.

Not even inside the room and HOLY SHIT they covered it all with the red bricks block IM AAAAH IT'S SO PRETTY. Like before the vines were all put at random but now they're neatly placed and it's actually aesthetically pleasing? I love it

DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR

The table. is . so. is so . it's so prebby,,, help like i'd live there man

Bad being overwhelmed by the egg's voice and lowkey scared. FINE IM FINE

No other choice. And the way he repeated it like a mantra? Kind of like to convince himself? AHHH

SKEPPY. SKEPP

small,, small egg staircase

haha fuckign pain. p a i n. just pain it sounds a lot like Skeppy before actually stayed with Bad cause it annoyed him how much he wanted to hang out like old times,,,,, my heart pangs

IM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I CARE ABOUT YOU *passes out*

bad scared the egg is skeppy's bff now /j (have to joke through the pain,,)

BADBOY i swear to god he knows his audience. he just does.

Bad doing whatever he can to even just hang out a few minutes with skeppy. Bro, the tears inside

"I'm comfortable right here." "Skeppy I know you are-" THE WAY BAD'S VOICE BROKE HERE HOLY SHIT LEMME CLIP IT.

He talks to chat. HE TALKS TO CHAT THIS MEANS WE ARE CANON THUS we are either little angels or demons around him or a mix or, we're particles that make up Rat ♥

"All of this is for him" okay stab me next time it'll hurt less

BADBOY STARTING TO BE CONFLICTED BECAUSE HE NEVER HAS A FUCKING BREAK

s- w- skeppy kept the egg alive? okay so ive been thinking about the fact that skeppy became completely red and like wow what if it kinda is that hes literally become a small part of Egg? like, i wonder if someone breaks it, if he feels pain

Skeppy so dry with his responses. stop i will cry

bad. bad why are you bringing up selfies to a lore stream bad-

"why are you still talking to me" "okay..." stop stop PLEASE STOP-

smol growls, he's getting frustrated

idk why but skeppy talking about the perimeters made me laugh it was just funny how far away he was and just started talking about it randomly

"i think it looked a little bit better before" thoughts being thunk

"what's it gonna take for you to stop talking to me?" literally i am deceased s t o p

STOP STEPPIN ON THE MAGMA BLOCKS SIR YOU'RE HURTING

Bad shouldn't be so happy about just having "one last walk around" with skeppy so he "stops bothering" him tHIS HURTS SO MUCH the egg has fucked them up so much

Skeppy doesn't hear it huh? Maybe it whispers different things to everyone

"I like how it feels" nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOP HURTING TOURSELF

so no dance? *slams phone on the ground*

When skeppy says his line about never seeing anything close to a party there, idk what it is about it but his tone just hits, man he's so good preesh

HE CALLED HIM ANT. BAD PLS YOUR BEING BAD AT NAMES IS SHOWING

"Oh my goodness you're going back to the egg" HE'S SO SAD. HE'S SO SAD CAUSE HE COULDNT KEEP HIM WITH HIM A LITTLE BIT LONGER HES S

"you know what? i invite you" i wanna read this in a certain way. The egg was feeling like bad was so frustrated he started doubting the egg, so it was like alright let's use skeppy to get it closer to I can manipulate this bad boy better :)) motherfuck

are they about to kiss-

egg cockblocker

"okay don't come back" end me rn

ngl when sapnap joined I got real scared for a moment.

"it's not about power! it's nor about control! i'm you friend skeppy!" "I mean ... you can think that" FUCK U NO IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RN

"We're friends, right?"

"In your head we can be best friends, we can be whatever you want" BDI ANYONE??????? also whatever- whatever he wants? :eyes: okay sorry no ill see myself out

"We're m- we are friends sk-" M- MARRIED WAS HE GONNA SAY MARRIED DID HE PULL A QUACKITY OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GUY OH MY GOD /pos but also like in a bawling my eyes out way

the egg is more than just a friend? skep u good there pal do u have smth to tell us

"You don't know what it's like." OH HERE HE GOES. HERE HE GOES HERE IT COMES OH NO.

The way Bad stutters i really thought he was gonna say something REALLY IMPACTFUL

"I have done so much for you, for our friendship and now you're trying to tell me we're not friends anymore?" LEAVE ME ALONE

I JUST CAUGHT THE BLOOPER HE SAID ON ME INSTEAD OF HANG OUT WITH ME IM CRYING OH MY GOD BAD HOW DID U FUCK THAT UP oh my god I imagine him mentally going like oh my gosh out of all the things that could be messed up THAT WAS SO FUNNY

ahaha my dads are fighting help

"You think you've done anything? You seriously think that?" *looks at my fic where bad feels worthless because the egg said so* ahah... I'm sorry?

"You left me for a long, long long time before you even checked up on me, okay?" he's not wrong,,,, he's not wrong why does this hurt sm,,,,, "and now all of a sudden you care about me?" OH MY GOD PLEASE I HATE THIS EGG

I see them... i see them approaching the lava blocks..

"the past doesn't matter" the egg wanting to erase their relationship so much,,,, i wanna cry because then if bad doesn't have skeppy he just has nothing right and then,,, then he can be another empty vessel for the fucking egg I hate this mI hate this so much

Also!!! little things I noticed!! Bad taking away part of the vine and also mining a red block? Without being affected at all? MHHHH

"I just wanted us to hang out like we used to" BAD'S VOICE CRACKING AGAIN STOP I WILL CJRYSD

"I did all of this for you and I didn't want the egg to take that away" you see how fucking tragic this is. Like Skeppy sacrificed himself so his friend could stop being infected. Bad sacrificed literally the whole server himself included to get him back. And then it comes down to this. The egg separating them a thousand fucking miles away. I hate this it's so sad

the selfish bit please no stop

THE LAVA BAD THE LAVA PLEASE IT'S TOO CLOSE

the fucking shaking with rage thing got me BROOOO I LOVE WHEN BAD DOES THE LITTLE THINGS IN GAME

"IT'S JUST A STUPID EGG" FUCKING FINALLY YOU TELL HIM BAD but then oh no oh no would you look at that huh. cant fucking have shit in dsmp. the way he immediately just screams for him right after

YOU CAN HEAR THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE and also mine hi I'm sobbing again

BDI FUCKING CANON LET'S GOOOOOOO WE CALLED ITTTT

(Dreamscape?)Skeppy being actually concerned with him haha this doesn't hurt at all!!!

*stares at black screen* I'm fine.

Thank you for listening to my ramble I am hurting so much bestie

#dream smp #dream smp spoilers #badboyhalo #bbh #skeppy #death tw #mind control tw #ask to tag

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

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Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion!? Chapter 8

Mrs. ParfaitLike was in the deepest part of the cave. Both of her hands and legs are tied with a rope, and its tip is tied to a thick post. Nevertheless, Mrs. ParfaitLike seemed full of energy. “Please untie this rope! Please free me! You'll have a bad time if you were to disobey me!”

She was jumping about and shouting, but settled down when seeing a group coming near her. Her pudgy face suddenly sparkled. “My, Lord Meta Knight! You came to rescue me, right!? As expected from Lord Meta Knight! I surely believed that you'll come to save me!” In her eyes, only Meta Knight seemed to enter. The madam suddenly went limp, and pleaded in a tearful voice. “I was in an awfully frightening situation......I can't stop shivering. Please untie this rope quickly......” “......You've been all energetic just now.” Whispered Kirby. At last, she noticed everyone besides Meta Knight. Her eyes filled with tears just now suddenly twitched up. “My! What are you people! Are you friends with the kidnapper? Could it be, that Lord Meta Knight......y-you people were part of the bad guys as well!? Is that it, huh!? To make me lower my guard, and abduct me......I won't forgive this! I'll throw all of you into a planet of prison!!!” “Please settle down, Mrs. ParfaitLike.” Said Meta Knight. Even with his expression concealed by the mask, sense of tedium seeped out from his voice. “We came to rescue you. Before that however, there is something we want to hear.” “About what!?” “It's about the chefs at your mansion.” As soon as he said so, her countenance changed. “I-I wonder what it's about?” Her voice too, is shrill. “There are several chefs in your mansion, yes?” “Y-Yes......certainly. Since I'm a huge gourmet!” “But there were only 3 chefs that made the cuisine at today's party......what happened to the others?” “I don't know......” “The heck you mean you don't know!” Sir Kibble jumped up and shouted. “We can see right though you! You locked up all the chefs that you don't like in a hidden room! Give back Chef Kawasaki!” “S-Stop making strange accusations! Chef Kawasaki is a third-rate chef! I have no idea what happened to him!” “What did you just say!?” Sir Kibble, Wheelie, and Walky were all about to rush at Mrs. ParfaitLike. However, Meta Knight stopped them. “Mrs. ParfaitLike, there's no use in feigning ignorance. If you don't admit it, we’ll just examine your mansion thoroughly. If we happen to come across any chefs from the hidden rooms, everything will become clear.” “......!” She grimaced in frustration and shouted. “So what about it then!? I didn't do anything bad!” “You......are you still trying to play dumb!?” “It's not something any of you would understand. The importance of foods!” Suddenly, Mrs. ParfaitLike puffed out her chest as if fighting back. “Meal is the most important thing in one's life. Having your fill of what's delicious is the happiest thing imaginable!” “You’re right!” Kirby suddenly agreed, where Meta Knight then warned him in a low voice. “Shut it, Kirby.” However, Kirby didn't hear it. Kirby said while bouncing up and down. “I think so too! I'm the happiest whenever I eat!” “......Oh my, I’m surprised that you speak the same language.” She seemed to see Kirby in a more positive light. “I'm always thankful for the chefs who make delicious cuisines for me!” “Yeah! Me too!” “Me three!” Even King Dedede joined in. “Sleeping is fun too, but eating is more fun!” “I know, right!? I love eating!” “I'm the happiest whenever I eat fatty meat! Without meat, this world is a pitch-black darkness!” “I like meat, fish, vegetables, and even fruits! I also love cake!” “......You people are down to earth.” Facing Kirby and King Dedede, she smiled. “Truly, it's as you say. delicious meals are the greatest treasure in your life.” “Uh-huh!” “For this reason, I can't stand a chef who serves dishes that doesn't suit my taste!” Her tone suddenly became stern. Kirby and King Dedede zipped their mouth, both surprised by that threatening attitude of hers. “Eating something that isn't delicious is the worst pain! It has no use in life!” “......Erm......well......” “A chef that feeds me dishes like that is no different than a criminal! It's reasonable for me to chastise them!” And then, Mrs. ParfaitLike looked at Kirby with blazing eyes. “You think so too, right?”

Kirby was troubled. Both Kirby and Mrs. ParfaitLike love delicious foods. But what the madam said feels sort of wrong...... “That's why I punish chefs that feed me those dishes. I’m not wrong, am I!?” “U......Umm......but......” Kirby's tongue was tied. It does feel a bit wrong......but, he understands the feeling of wanting to eat delicious foods...... “I have no doubts on Chef Kawasaki's skill. I don't think that guy would have made a terrible dish......” Said King Dedede. “But he did! He fed me an unbelievably terrible dish!” “What did he make?” “Steak!” Kirby and his friends exchanged looks. Steak should be Chef Kawasaki’s master dish...... “At first, I thought it was delicious. For that reason, I ordered him to make only that for three meals every day. Then that Kawasaki said, “Eating nothing but steaks isn't nutritionally balanced!” He talked back to me!” “......Can you really say that's talking back......?” “I say it is! So I threatened him, and he did cook me steak every day. Then, in 5 days, that guy cooked a steak without any taste!” “Eh!?” “I complained, and he talked back to me again! He said, “The seasoning is always the same. It must be because Madam caught a cold that you can't taste anything!”” “......A cold......?” “Right. I certainly did have a cold on that day. Still, that can't be the reason, right!? If he's a first-class chef, he should be able to research a special seasoning for me to recognize the taste even if I catch a cold!” “That's absurd......” “It's not just Chef Kawasaki. Even the other chefs are all terrible. One chef said that pizza is his specialty, so he made one for me. It was so delicious, that I ended up eating thirty whole pizzas in one go!” “Thirty whole......!?” “Lucky...... !” Kirby and King Dedede’s face were on the verge of drooling. “Then, I said afterward, “I would like a baked flan for dessert.” It's my favorite! But I was so full and couldn't take one more bite! I was fuming, so I locked him in the room! I’m not wrong, am I!?” “......This makes no sense.” Meta Knight shook his head. “Mrs. ParfaitLike, you are way too selfish. I ask to free the chefs immediately.” “No! I'm not at fault!” “In that case, we’ll search every nook and cranny of your mansion.” “......Guh! I won't forgive you!” Mrs. ParfaitLike ran amok while tied up. Kirby became somewhat sad. If they were to search her mansion, they can rescue the chefs......but, If the person in question isn't remorseful at all, she’ll undoubtedly repeat the same thing somewhere else. (At heart, I don't think even Mrs. ParfaitLike is a bad person. After all, she threw such a wonderful party, and allowed us to take part in the feast......) Is there any way to make her realize her faults? (But whatever I tell her, it doesn't seem like she’ll listen......) Something suddenly came to his mind at that moment. Deeply absorbed in his thoughts, Kirby shouts. “I got it! There’s something that could reach one's heart more than just words!” “What happened, Kirby?” Asked Meta Knight. “I thought of a way to move Mrs. ParfaitLike’s heart!” “Move her heart......you say? How?” “By singing!” Happy with his idea, Kirby did a somersault. “I read a book before. It's a story where a Princess who closed her heart is comforted by a beautiful song. The princess wouldn't lend her ears to anything they said, but was moved after hearing a beautiful song! So singing is a better way to convey your feelings than talking!” Meta Knight was puzzled. “I certainly think a beautiful music has the power to move one's heart......” “Right!? That's why I believe even she'll change her feelings once she hears a lovely song!” “There's just one problem.” “What?” “How are you going to prepare a lovely song? There's neither a singer nor a music player here.” “-I see! Is it my turn on the stage at last!?” King Dedede puffed out his chest and butted in. “Ah-, ah-, ahhh......ahem, good. My throat is in great condition! I'll sing!” Kirby shook his head. “No, you can't. Your singing will destroy everything. Leave this to me!” Looking down at Kirby, King Dedede ridiculed him. “You're gonna sing? Oh please, you're tone-deaf.” “I’m not! I’m good at sing! I got it, Walky, work with me for a while!” “Eh? Me......?” “Uh-huh!” Bending his chest backwards, Kirby turned towards Walky. Walky winced. “W-Wait a minute, Kirby......” “It's alright! I'm just gonna copy your ‘Mike’ ability!” “T-That’s not alright!” “One, two~!” With all his strength, Kirby took a deep breath. “Stop~! Ahhh~!” Walky was inhaled by Kirby. Once again, Kirby transforms. With a headphone on his head, he is holding a mike. With this, Kirby is now able to make his voice resound louder than anyone! “Now, I'll sing!” Kirby turned around to face Mrs. ParfaitLike. Not knowing what's about to start, Mrs. ParfaitLike is looking at Kirby in curiosity. Kirby was about to sing at once-but suddenly became stumped. (E-Erm......which one should I sing?) There are hardly any songs that Kirby knows. (‘A Song of Breakfast’......isn't very moving. ‘A Second Helping Ondo’ isn't quite right either......is ‘Love Song of Hungriness’ also no good......?) He couldn't think of a suitable song to move her heart. “What's the matter, Kirby? I take it that you can't sing?” King Dedede looked at Kirby with an unpleasant smile. “I-I’m not! I can sing!” “Ha, don't overdo it. Let me sing!” “No!” Kirby resolved himself. (I can't think of any song to move her heart. So there's no other way but to create a song right now on my own!) Kirby composed himself and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, one by one he turns any words he can think of into melodies......

Thirty whole pizzas~ Ooh, thirty whole pizzas~ I’m so jealous, lalala~ I want some too~!

Meta Knight flinched and covered his ears. “W-What is that nonsensical song!? Stop, Kirby......” However, Kirby was too carried away by his song to hear Meta Knight's words. (Meta Knight is all trembling! He's being moved by it!) Kirby became more and more eager. He uses the ‘Mike’ ability copied from Walky at full throttle! His voice reverberated throughout the narrow cave, and echoed several times louder.

For pizza, tomato sauce is the clear winner, yeah~ (Yeah~, yeah~) Uhh, after that, cheese important too, huh~! (Huh~, huh~)

Such an intense singing voice......rather, this is now a sound weapon. The cave walls began to crack. “You’ve got to stop, Kirby! The cave is getting destroyed!” Yelled Meta Knight. “More than the cave, m-my ears are getting destroyed!” Screamed Mrs. ParfaitLike, writhing in pain. Unfortunately, she couldn't even cover her ears as both of her hands were tied up. Closing his eyes, Kirby was completely lost in his singing.

Chef Kawasaki's steak is the best~! (The best, the best, the best~) Let's all try it, beef steak~! Without forgetting the dessert, lalala~! Ice cream is my favorite~! (My favorite, my favorite, my favorite~)

From the cave’s ceiling, soils began to fall in pieces. One of the pieces hit Kirby. “......Huh? What happened?” At last, Kirby stopped singing. “Oh no, the cave is collapsing!” “Run!” The whole crew fled the cave in panic. Mrs. ParfaitLike too, was carried outside by Meta Knight. Just as when everyone rushed out of the cave, it crumbled with a loud sound. Sir Kibble muttered with his face frozen. “Y......You......Kirby, you are......the strongest in Dream Land......” “Eh? The best? You mean my singing? Was it that moving?”

Here, “strongest” and “best” sounds similar in Japanese. Strongest is “Sai-Kyou,” (最強) and best is “Sai-Kou.” (最高)

“You moron! Look, because of you, the cave is now in a complete ruin!” King Dedede was about to berate Kirby, but Meta Knight stopped him. “Stop. On the contrary, it might've been a good thing that the cave collapsed. If Kirby continued to sing like that......” “S-Stop! Don’t say any further. I don't even want to imagine it!” Even King Dedede trembled. Sir Kibble and Wheelie also nodded with a serious face. Realizing that the song which he put all his heart into was somehow notorious to everyone, Kirby was downhearted. “Hey, what did you think of my singing......?” He tries asking Mrs. ParfaitLike. “Eeeek! Stop! I was to blame! I'll apologize, so don't sing anymore!” She bowed her head with teary eyes. “Eh? You mean that you feel remorse?” “Right, I feel remorse from my heart! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I'll free the chefs, so please forgive me!” Kirby stared in amazement. He didn't really get it, but......for her to cry like this while self-reflecting must mean......

“I knew it was all thanks to my singing......the power of songs is wonderful......” Kirby did a somersault in satisfaction. The headphone on his head came off, turning back to Walky. “W-Wha? What happened......?” “Tsk! You were so lucky, Walky!” Said Sir Kibble to Walky, who was in a complete daze. “Huh? What do you mean?” “We can talk later. Let's return to Mrs. ParfaitLike’s mansion. We need to rescue the chefs.” Said Meta Knight. “Hey, what do we do with ParfaitLike? Is it alright to not teach her a lesson?” Sir Kibble said in dissatisfaction. “She’s already received plenty of punishment, no? Unable to cover her ears, she was directly hit by Kirby's song.” Answered Meta Knight. “......Y-You're right. If I think of it that way, I do feel bad for her......” “I have an idea. You guys come as well.” Meta Knight turned his cape.

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I loved warrior nun! I went into it w no expectations other than my brother telling me to watch it and it ended up being so good! I looooove Beatrice and was so happy to see she’s gay (I’m assuming based on her heartbreaking reaction to the word lesbian that she’s specifically a lesbian). Ava honestly annoyed me a lot of the time but I loved all the others, esp Mary! And Ava/B seemed like a potential thing in that hug for me too and then post cinderblocks was !!!! Even tho I think it’ll (1/2)

End up as a one-sides crush given her earlier fixation on JC I could also see them as a slow burn friendship turned more. I doubt the show will go there but you never know lol. The show was good beyond any shipping tho which is actually rare for me nowadays, I really hope they get a second season! (2/2)

It was good! I was shocked, tbh. It was good in this very specific way that I appreciated, partly because recently, in addition to the shows I watch on the regular, I’ve been trying some f/f books, mostly genre, and the variation in quality of the pacing and especially dialogue can be so noticeable. I need dialogue to be four things: natural, distinct between different characters, advancing character, and advancing plot and honestly, this should be the bare minimum, but it’s really not. So I just super appreciated it in this show that I absolutely didn’t expect it from, first seasons and super cheesy sff plots usually mean tons of worldbuilding exposition and attempts to establish and nail down characters, but this did so well with that, just jumping in and passing info as needed. And the actors all committed to their admittedly absurd characters and totally embodied them. I think honestly I just had such low expectations that this exceeding them so well made for an even bigger positive gap in the experience.

Yes, I LOVED Beatrice, god, what a character! From the start. So compassionate while being such a competent leader, that is my absolute favorite character combo. It’s like, you’re a good judge of people, you see them for what they are, and you still think well of them. Love that. And the little hints about her gayness, which I do agree with you, I think she is a lesbian, but how it was revealed! This goes back to what I was praising above, how the show chose to tell this story, what and how it revealed, who it focused on when it did it. Like, you know from Camila telling her about that passage while smiling to herself, that she knows about Bea’s past and if she does, you can speculate that it’s probably a whole open secret, and from Camila’s own reaction, not everyone judges her for it as harshly as Bea herself seems to. How much was conveyed in just that little! I loved her relationship with Camila, tbh! I almost wonder if that’s where they might go, but maybe not. I’m kind of afraid they’ll kill off Camila if/when s2 picks up because you can’t have this high stakes battle and not kill someone off, right? Maybe Mother Superion (who had the HOTTEST voice, btw).

Ava...Ava, Ava, Ava. I can totally see how she rubs people the wrong way but I found her endearing. She’s a total dumbass, for sure, but she knows it, they all do, lol. She’s trying! Mary was greaaat. The way she’s gonna protect Ava because of Shannon...everyone’s so multilayered. Lilith being raised for this and being passed over again and again, like, I love them all.

The Ava/Bea (Beava? oh wait, lmao, probably not) thing is...it’s definitely canon one-sided, yeah, I guess we’ll have to wait to see how they go with them? The way they introduced JC and even his whole crew, I thought he’d stay relevant the whole time, but he disappeared halfway through and tbh, I don’t know what he could offer next season, except a place to lie low, since Jillian’s now distracted? But they have other contacts already and if they bring him back, it’ll have to be for more than that. He better not get his own powers or something.

Man, though, I would so love if they went with Ava/Bea, not just for the main character wlw part or it being super central f/f, but they’re legit great as friends and teammates, Bea gets through to Ava in a way nobody else does (though Mary comes close--who’d have thought, being nice works) and Ava helps Bea let loose a little without compromising her leadership. I actually super loved that even after the ep 8 reveals, Bea didn’t lose what made her Bea, she didn’t start to moon over Ava and drop the part of her that’s a great leader. A lot of media has so much trouble writing character dynamics after that turn, they’ll soften and neuter them far beyond they should, they become different characters, but Bea was exactly who she always was. I also hope they get a second season to like, at least finish off this story, but also I wouldn’t mind seeing more of the f/f. :P

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Masks

*Not my Gif*

Summary: Everyone hides behind a mask. Some more literal than others. What happens when Peter learns you wear one?

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Post Date: 6-26-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

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WARNINGS: mentions of attempted rape (don’t read if that’s a trigger)

Your eyes scanned the city at night as your music drowned out the honking of car horns and yells below you. You absentmindedly wiped a tear from your cheek as a red and blue figure landed a few feet behind you, unknown to you.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked as you continued to stare out into dull lights of the city around you. He took a step closer, saying a little more before he catches the string of your headphones leading to your ear and your glossy cheek. Carefully, he tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn around forcefully and brace yourself from falling over the edge you stupidly sat on. When you saw Spider-Man, your eyes widen, quickly pulling out your headphones as you wiped your cheeks.

“Hi.” You breathed unsure if you were dreaming or not. Peter heard your heartbeat faster and faster so he put his hands up slowly, showing you he didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t recognize you before when he was swinging around, but now that he was staring at you it only took a second. Y/N Y/L/N. You went to his school and was even in his year. Seeing you like this though, on the edge of a building with tears streaming down your face, was very different than how you acted at school, typically chatting away and cracking jokes with your friends. You always seemed like a beacon of light, but not right now.

“Are you... ok?” His voice was gentle as you met his gaze, giving him a forced smile he quickly saw through.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Just- I’m fine.” You claimed as he jumps on the ledge next to you.

“Ok. Well I’m glad you’re fine. If you don’t mind then I’m just gonna take a break here for a few minutes. But if you don’t want me too then I’ll just go.” He said as he pointed behind him, you hesitated but ultimately shook your head but didn’t say anything as you moved back to glance out at the city and the night sky. Peter watched you before doing the same, falling in a comfortable silence for a little while before he spoke up again.

He swung his feet like a kid as you locked your sights onto the building in front of you “You have a great view you know. It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah...” You whispered not looking at him. You could feel your tears dry from the cool breeze as you close your eyes. “Why are you here? I mean, shouldn’t you be out there, you know being a hero?”

You turn to glance at him as he tilts his head. “If I was out there being a hero, then who would be yours?” He says as if it was obvious, you chuckle a little before getting quiet. “Why were you crying?” His voice was soft against the ruckus below you, you would’ve barely been able to hear it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you. Shrugging your shoulders, you bit your lip, hoping this conversation would end quickly and you could just go back to watching the city. “I’ll stop pressing if you want, but I’m not going to leave if I can make things better.”

“You can’t make this better, Spidey.” You sigh as your head falls in your hands, silent tears falling once more. “I’m out here every night. For the last few months I’ve come out here and watched and cried. It’s not something you can fix.” Your voice cracks as you take a deep breath.

“You know, you seem a lot different than you do at school.” Peter says without thinking, instantly regretting it as you furrowed your brows.

“You go to Midtown?”

“I-I uh, no I- Uhh.” He stammers out, you give him a slight laugh as he scratches the back of his neck through his mask.

“It’s ok. I won’t tell anyone.” You promised as you smiled into those big white things you hope were eyes. Peter tilted his head as he leaned back then forward toward you. You shook your head and smile before dropping it, playing with your fingers as you turned to face him. “and I hope you won’t tell anyone about, well all this.”

“I won’t.”He was amazed at how easy it was to talk to you. He had gotten in the habit of watching you from afar because seeing you happy all the time some how made him happy. But now he could see that you weren’t always happy, sometimes you were dying inside like everyone else. You eyes traveled across Spider-Man’s suit, envying the way it hid his identity.

“ Can I tell you something?” He quickly nodded his head, your lips curled up into a small smile before you looked down at your fumbling fingers. You ran the pads of your fingers over your jacket as you met his gaze again. “We all wear masks Spidey. You’re just lucky at the end of the night you can take yours off.”

He stared at you dumbfounded, “I don’t know anything about you, do I?” Your hand came up to subtly wipe the stray tears on your cheek before blending into your hair as you ran it through. No one would have noticed the action unless they were looking right at you.

“No one ever does...” you mumbled as Peter’s heart dropped.

“Well, I want to.” He quipped as he held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Spider-Man.” You glanced between him and his hand before sigh, grabbing ahold of it.

“I’m Y/N. And I have a question for you. How do you know this isn’t a mask?” Peter laughed at your challenge before quieting down, causing your stomach to churn at his answer.

“I trust you.” As soon as the words left his mouth your face fell, alerting Peter that he’d done something wrong. You threw your legs over to the side of the ledge that had a roof attached as you stumbled around to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, well look, this has been fun, but I’ve got to get back now.” You quickly headed to the door that led down the stairs to your crappy apartment.

Peter watched as you scurried away, saying your name only to fall short on making you turn around. He had no clue what he did and he felt even worse finding out that you’ve been crying about this unknown thing for a few months now and he’s only figuring it out now. He slumped his shoulders before retiring for the night, heading back to his place around 1 in the morning.

The next day at school Peter found you immediately. He watched as you threw your arms around your friends neck and pretended you were ok. He continued to watch you until you both sat in your last class of the day, history. You had a frown as the teacher droned on with a lecture half the class stopped listening too. Peter was taking some notes when all of a sudden he could feel you getting anxious, he could hear your heart start to beat faster and you began to fidget with your fingers. When Peter glanced up he caught you staring at someone in the hall. At first Peter didn’t know what to think, but once he moved and you still remained a little on edge he began to worry. You asked the teacher if you could go to the bathroom and rushed out of the room. Peter listened for your heartbeat and it was quite easy with how fast it was racing. When the teacher wasn’t looking, Peter snuck out of the class, following you as he went straight by the restrooms and into an empty classroom.

“Y/N?” He asked when he pulled the door open. You quickly wiped away the tears starting to form before spinning around to him. You couldn’t help but cringe at the fact you’d let two boys now see you cry in less than 24 hours. You felt like you were falling apart but like hell you would show it.

“Hey Peter! What- uh what are you doing here?” You pressed as he tried not to make it obvious he was following you.

“Oh- I uh I was going to the restroom and saw you run in here and I wanted to make sure you were ok.” You couldn’t help but think how cute he was as he stammered out his words, reminding you vaguely of a certain red and blue hero before you shook that idea off.

“Oh! Well I’m fine. Yeah I just needed to take a quick phone call.” You lied as you quickly pulled your phone out to show him. Peter nodded his head, giving you smile at your obvious lie, but refused to say anything.

“Ok, cool well then sorry for interrupting you. Just making sure you were all good. Right?” He asked again, hoping you’d let him in a little but knew that it was no point. Your breathing had calmed down tremendously since you entered the room and Peter decided that it was a win so far. But there was no doubt in his mind that you weren’t totally fine. You gave him a small nod before both of you turning back to class. As soon as you walked in Peter got in trouble for leaving without permission. You turned to him with a shocked look before heading back to your respective desks. You couldn’t help but steal small glances at him every once in a while. He didn’t leave to go to the bathroom, he snuck out after you left in a frantic state and you knew it. As soon as class was over you rushed out of the building, practically sprinting as you blew off anyone who tried to talk to you and ran straight to your place. You didn’t even bother going into your apartment, instead opting for the roof with a city view. You were only up there for a few minutes before Spider-Man came swooping in. You weren’t crying this time, only staring ahead as he joined you in the ledge again. He was going to say something before you beat him to to it.

“He tried to raped me.” Peters eyes widened as turned to face him.

“What? W-who? When?”

You put a hand in his arm to calm him down. “A few months ago. An ex boyfriend. We, uh, we went to this party. It was one where several different school ended up going to one persons house. Overkill if you ask me.” You stalled. You closed your eyes as your breathing became shaky, Peter grabbed your hand and gave you a squeeze, “we were dating at the time and when we got there, there was alcohol everywhere. I don’t even know how kids got that much. He told me he was going to get me something to drink and I told him I didn’t want anything but he insisted. He said ‘don’t you trust me?’ And of course me being the dumb fool I was I said ‘I trust you.’ to him.” Peter could feel his stomach twist as he listened but once you mentioned those words, the same words he said to you last night he felt his stomach drop.

“Y/N…” he tried to say but you just shook your head, biting your lip as the tears fell again, but this time you didn’t care, you just continued on.

“He came back a few minutes later with a drink and what I didn’t know at the time was that he put something in it. I drank it and then a half hour later I find myself trying to push him off me in a room I’d never been before. I knew we were still at the party because I heard the music upstairs and so I tried to scream. I kept screaming and pushing him off until finally someone heard and came down to save me. I didn’t see who it was, only knowing he didn’t go to midtown before getting the hell out of there. I refused to see him, taking longer ways to class just to avoid him and then today I saw him at school for the first time since, and I broke. No one knew what happened, I didn’t say anything, he didn’t say anything, and I guess the guy who stopped him didn’t say anything either. It was like the whole thing was swept under a rug and I had to put on the mask at school. I just I hate it so much.” Your throats was dry as you cried on. Peter quickly pulled you in for the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten as you squeezed him back, basking in his warmth as you whispered, “ you’re the first person I told this too.”

Peter could hear the rawness in your voice as you spoke. He pulled away to cup your cheek as he ran a finger under your eye. “You don’t have to use a mask with me. I want to know the real you.”

A smile finally graced your lips as you looked at him, nodding your head, “Okay.”

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idontblushsrry · 4 years

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Under the weather|| k.th

A/N: This fic has been in my drafts and idea notebooks for a whiiiillllle, I hope that you guys enjoy it even though I haven’t posted in months. Lemme know what you think of the story and any other thoughts in the comments. Also if you get my trash-ass vine references I’ll love you forever.

Genre: Fluff, coffee shop! au, non-idol! au

Summary: When your flirty co-worker confesses his feelings, you snap on him and hope that everything he cares about is destroyed. Of course this backfires and you immediately become sick out of the blue...for some reason.

Warning: Cussing, reader is a dick for no reason, apron Taehyung

Words: 2433

Your life was about routine. Every morning you wake up at 6, make your bed, cleanse your sheets of negative energy, then head to the kitchen to have a cup of ginger tea with honey, stirred counterclockwise for healing, and cotton in a bowl of sugar for luck. It’s quiet, of course, and some might find it boring but you find it peaceful to be alone, the only pace you move at is your own. You center your thoughts with a deep, counting breath.

This offers a few seconds of respite before moving to the topic that’d been on your mind persistently these past few months.

Kim Taehyung.

About 3 months ago, your flirtatious co-worker had turned his attention towards you. Each time he’d greet you with some form of a compliment. With lines such as, ‘Y/N, so beautiful, the sun wakes up to greet her’. You’d be flattered if you hadn’t seen him use that line on 2 different girls that came through the shop beforehand. You used to roll your eyes and ignore him. Although now, it’s begun to irritate you.

You feel pawing at your ankle and turn your attention towards your cat, Sage. He meows and paws your ankle with an urgency that only meant one of two things; he was hungry or he wanted attention.

You set your cup down and make your way to the cabinet where you put his food. Sage was a part of your routine that served as an alarm, and he more often than not was telling you to continue with your day.

You took a quick shower, getting ready to go to work in almost record time. Even having time to do something more special with your hair.

“What do you think Sage?”, you twirl around for him as if he’s going to reply at all. As expected, he simply blinks at you and meows.

“I really need to get out more, I’m turning into a crazy cat lady.” You grab your house keys and wave goodbye to Sage who just watches at you unamused.

Kim Taehyung was… interesting to say the least.

To you he was becoming a 5’10 headache that never seemed to go away or get better. In fact, he was only getting worse by the day.

So when you open the door to the small cafe you work at and find Taehyung and Jungkook in the middle of one of their dumb competitions, you’re not surprised. Jungkook spots you first and looks up from the shoe he and Taehyung had been curling intensely to wave at you.

“Hey Y/N”, as he does that, Taehyung appeared to make a goal against Jungkook.

“What are you two doing?”, you posed, confused as Taehyung started to wildly run around the cafe in some sort of weird victory dance...ritual?

“We’re playing cafe curling, I doubt you’d understand” replies Taehyung jokingly, out-of-breath from his previous adrenaline filled celebration.

“Shouldn’t we…” you crossed your arms “I don’t know, set up the cafe before it opens in like 30 minutes?” you held up your phone to show them the time. As soon as they saw it they went into panic mode and started to set up the cafe frantically. You sighed and rolled your eyes at their antics while you went to the backroom to change into your work uniform.

The daily rush had passed by and it was almost the end of your shift, and you and Jungkook were chilling. Taehyung walks out from the backroom, freshly changed out of his work uniform and in his normal clothes.

“Hey Y/N, can you come with me for a sec?” He looked almost...nervous asking that. You looked back at Jungkook who gave you a thumbs up letting you know he’d be okay alone.

You and Taehyung walked outside to the cold January air. You pulled your coat tighter and looked at Taehyung, waiting for what he was going to say.

“Y/N I’m going to tell you straight up. I like you, a lot. I think you’re really cute and I think we should hang out or-” he mumbles the last part as he lost his nerve and you strain to hear it. Along the lines of “or something.”

You pause. Thoughts racing a million miles a minute’, you never saw this coming. In fact, this was the exact opposite of what you prepared for.

But of course, your mouth speaks faster than you can properly process this information and instead of the well-thought out, mature, adult response you’d planned on your mouth spits out.

“Do I look like a joke to you Taehyung?”, ah, yes, how does the saying go? Hindsight is 20/20?

“W-What?” He looked surprised, his eyes bugging out of his head comically. You would’ve laughed, should’ve laughed, maybe then you wouldn’t have been in this situation, but alas.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Do you think my feelings are a fucking joke Taehyung. Why are you still playing with me?” your anger grew with each word, maybe you were a little out of line but you started this and you were running with it. The clueless look on his face added to your anger and frustration.

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you acting like this?”

“Are you fucking stupid? I’m mad because you’re pretending you care about me.” Taehyung looks like he’s going to say something but you cut him off. “Seriously, I was fine with your jokes, but this, honestly how cruel are you gonna be?”, your voice breaks a little and you hope he doesn’t notice.

He looks apologetic then pauses, his expression steeling and body tensing, “Yeah Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly I saw something that wasn’t there. Sorry about your fucking feelings.” He turns around to walk back into the cafe.

“Fuck you Taehyung, I hope everything you ever care about is ruined!”, you shout weakly as he walks away. It’s useless as he’s already slammed the door on you, but you feel like it’s done something.

The wind picks up and it gets cooler, the air changes and everything feels… different.

You were going to stay outside to cool down some, but head inside where it’s significantly warmer. When you get inside you’re rudely brought back to reality and find Taehyung gone and an angry Jungkook glaring at you. Deciding you’ve had enough of today, you grab your things and exit in a hurry, leaving Jungkook to close up the shop alone.

After going home, cooling down, and thinking about it, you decided you really were a dick to Taehyung. Even if he was playing a cruel joke, there was no need for things to get that out of hand. While doing your nightly routine, you decided that you would apologize to Taehyung for yelling at him tomorrow morning as soon as you saw him. No exceptions.

Except, Taehyung wasn’t there. Normally he and Jungkook would already be deep in whatever competition they were doing in lieu of their actual work. But when you got there, Jungkook was sweeping quietly with his headphones in and Taehyung was nowhere to be found.

You waved at Jungkook as you walked past him to head to the backroom. Maybe Taehyung was back there?

Nope. Only Jungkook’s things were back here. Disheartened somewhat, you continued getting changed into your uniform.

When you left the back room, you tapped on Jungkook’s shoulder. He glanced at you with a gaze colder than you’d ever seen from the young man.

“Did you need something?”

You physically recoiled from his words and demeanor. Ok you deserved that one, you manage to shuffle through your answer, “Oh, uh, yea is Taehyung around? I wanted to talk to him.”

“No, it’s his day off. Anything else?”

Fuck. How could you forget? Stupid, stupid, stupid. “No, sorry. I’m gonna go do the coffee thing. Yeah”, you trail off and shuffle away from Jungkook as quickly and as gracefully as the last 0.2% of your dignity will allow.

The rest of the day is spent with you wallowing in guilt and generally being stuck inside your own head.

Attempt 1: Failed

You had planned to apologize to Taehyung today but apparently he switched shifts with Hoseok. Now you loved Hoseok, really no complaints, but he wasn’t the one you cussed out for no reason and needed to apologize to.

You’d contemplated texting Taehyung the apology but decided it was better to do it in person. In addition to that, you had no reason to text him.

You spent the rest of the day banging your head on walls and sliding down them dramatically while Hobi and Jungkook watched you confused.

Attempt 2: Failed

About one week after your last failed attempt, you woke up with a splitting migraine and fever.

Your migraine and fever had quickly evolved into a sweaty, vomiting, pain ball as soon as the world around you stopped spinning you called the old lady who owned the cafe you worked and told her as bluntly as possible that you weren't gonna make it. You then hoped she informed your co-workers. You then called your friends and asked them to stop by to feed Sage and check on you.

Mentally apologizing to your co-workers, you rolled over in bed and passed out.

At this point, you haven’t seen Taehyung in almost 3 weeks, your fever got worse to the point of your friends suggesting you head to the hospital. But you assured them you were fine, although you didn’t quite feel that way. The problem was you’d feel better and then prepare to go to work and apologize to Taehyung and then you’d be doubled over in pain.

One day, you’d decided that you had enough and put on a mask and gloves, chugged a ton of medicine, and walked down to the cafe.

The familiar sound of the little bell on the door rang and Jungkook and Taehyung’s heads turned towards the sound.

“Y/N are you okay?!”

“We missed you!”

“Do you need anything?”

The both of them glomped you and you almost fell over. Laughing excitedly you look at both of them and smile.

Taehyung gestures for you to sit down and you take the invite, already feeling dizzy. The boys are asking you questions but you feel out of it, and you don’t know if it’s the medicine or your illness.

“...so worried! I mean you just stopped coming in one day.” You don’t know if that was Taehyung or Jungkook or both of them on account of your plugged ears.

“Hey. Hey Y/N.” Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of your face as you looked into his eyes and...well you don’t remember what happened after that.

When you came to, you were in your bed and your fever had cooled down noticeably. Aside from that how’d you even get here, last you remembered you were in the cafe.

Just then Taehyung walked in with an apron and a tray of soup. “Oh good! You’re awake.” He approached you, putting the tray down on your nightstand, and then reaching out to feel your head for a fever.

The intensity and concern in his gaze, along with being next to the person you yelled at for no reason made you want to crawl into a hole and die . Your shoulders tensed up and subconsciously you seemed to hold your breath. Taehyung seemed to finally notice how uncomfortable he was making you and he immediately snatched his hand back. The touch of warmth from his hand still lingered and you chose to attribute the tingly feeling in your stomach to your illness rather than what you knew it to be.

Looking guilty and embarrassed, Taehyung stammers out, “I’m sorry, I just was checking and… I… shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”. He’s sorry?! What reason does he have to be sorry?! You yelled at him, and hurt his feelings and yet he took care of you and made sure your dumbass didn’t die, although he kind of was the reason you almost died.

“Why are you even apologizing to me?”

“I-huh,what?”, Taehyung stopped mid-rant twisting his face with a pout.

“Why are you apologizing to me? I mean I… I was terrible to you. I was a dick, I mean seriously, why are you apologizing.”, your tone became more imploring,desperate, and confused.

“I told you Y/N, I have feelings for you. I know you were a dick.”,Taehyung’s voice lowered as he stated this, although, towards the end he snorted and started to laugh, “I also know that you’re loyal, caring, passionate, and beautiful and all sorts of other things.”

Without hesitation, you reach for Taehyung’s hand. His fingers weave into yours and you look into his eyes.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and that within your eyes you can see the truth. Your fears of Taehyung lying and playing a cruel joke on you melt away. There is a low thrum of electricity buzzing between the two of you. The tension between the two of you changed now that the air has been somewhat cleared.

You took a deep breath to calm down, you couldn’t even look Taehyung in the eyes, “I’m sorry Taehyung. I just- and I- I know there’s no excuse and- I… I like you too. I know you-” Taehyung eagerly rushes forward and seals your lips together.

You move your body closer to his, Taehyung’s hands hold your face, firmly as though you’ll float away if he doesn’t. Of course you aren’t innocent, you stroke the hair at the nape of his neck and work your fingers into his hair. Pulling away from him was exceptionally difficult, especially with Taehyung lingering and chasing after you.

You open your eyes and see Taehyung sitting there with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. The look on his face is so ridiculous that it makes you laugh, although you try to cover it, you couldn’t hide it if you tried.

“You have such a beautiful smile, I’d love to see it more often.” You look up at Taehyung shyly, still feeling remorseful over how you acted towards him.

You sat up and turned towards him, “I’m sorry Taehyung, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“You can answer this question for me.”

You leaned in at full attention, “Of course, anything.”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

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angelic-holland · 5 years

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First Insecurity - you

Summary: at one point or another, everyone gets insecure about their relationship for one reason or another.

Warnings: fluffy angst, cyberbullying, insecurities

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: back to longer ones, adding everyone from my taglist! if you want to be added, check out my bio. italics between (***) is a flashback, italics with (””) are tweets. Check out the rest of the series in my masterlist!

You were grateful, you really were, for the people you knew were only getting tattoos from you because you were Tom Holland’s girlfriend. If that’s what brought people to your chair, so be it, you had your license, your apprenticeship would take as long as you needed to get down the basics of several styles of tattoos before you could become a “professional” and start to really specialize in one area. Bryce said you’d be an apprentice for around a year, just like he was. Which just meant very cheap tattoos, translating into working very long hours tattooing before going to your second job. It was silly, but you wanted to save up enough to visit Tom as a surprise and airfare was so goddamn expensive.

You worked at a grocery store near your apartment on the late shift, you’d tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, and then change into your uniform and ring the occasional customer in at the 24-hour store from 10pm to 3am, then collapse in your bed and sleep before starting it all over again. And airfare was expensive. But he only just left a little over a week ago for London and you missed him. You always missed him.

This client was a girl, 19, very excited about working with you, rambling on and on about how Spiderman is her favorite superhero and could you “please tattoo Spiderman upside down hanging by his web on my arm.”

You sigh, sitting her down and talking to her seriously about the tattoo, would she want it forever, would she get bored with it, will she be okay with sitting for upwards of five hours that it would take to get the detailing just right.

And she’d talk longer than you needed to hear about how important this was to her, how important Spiderman and Marvel and this was to her.

“Okay,” you would sigh because Bryce would tell you if the idea was there, don’t turn down a client, not when you’re an apprentice and you’re living off of charging 25 dollars an hour and tips.

And you knew she was going to ask, about halfway through the outline of the tattoo she does, they always do.

“So you’re dating Tom Holland.”

“Yes, I am,” you say with a forced smile.

“That’s cool. Always thought he was dating Zendaya, she’s really pretty.”

You hum, this was the first you’ve heard of that. But then again maybe your other clients that were fans of Tom were a little older or just had a better grasp of tattoo etiquette, including not asking personal questions.

“Was he dating her before he dated you?”

“So why’d you decided to get the Spiderman tattoo? Is Tom your favorite Spiderman? Or Andrew Garfield, Tobey McGuire?” You ask, changing the subject because one, you had no idea, two, it wasn’t this girls business either.

“I like Tom’s the best. I’m really excited for the new movie.”

“Oh yeah? Me too,” you grin.

The rest of the tattoo went by relatively quicker, she rambled about her ideas for Far From Home and you listened, taking in all her theories because you already knew what happened.

***

You and Tom arrived back at your apartment, he was practically carrying you, your arm around his back, head on his shoulder as your sleepy legs carried you up the stairs and to your front door.

“You know what happens in Endgame right?” He asks as you sleepily take off your clothes to get ready for bed.

“Yes, cause you spoiled it for me, haven’t seen it yet though,” you mumble as you both walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Oh you’re right,” Tom laughs, “sorry”.

You all but collapse onto the bed, Tom holding you tight against his chest.

“I like you spoiling things, I hate being on edge and I hate surprises.”

“Did you hate me showing up for your graduation?”

“No, that was a really good surprise,” you giggle as his hand brushed your hair off your shoulder, tickling you slightly.

“Want me to spoil the Spiderman movie for you?”

“Yes please,” you say, fingers running up and down his leg, laying on top of your own.

***

That night, after the Spiderman tattoo which you were quite proud of, you opened up twitter, you still had access to Tattoo Dice’s twitter which you never really used.

You don’t know exactly why you did but after scrolling through tweets with Tom’s name you came to a few tweets with him and Zendaya.

Wow.

She was pretty. Not just pretty, absolutely gorgeous.

You just kept scrolling, laughing at some tweets that talked about how they looked at each other during interviews, claiming that was ‘love’. It was funny to you, until you came across something rather nasty with your name.

It was a picture of you and Tom at Coney Island, Harry didn’t take it, someone else must’ve. You were being funny, each holding an arm of your teddy bear, swaying between the two of you.

“It’s like a kid,” Tom had laughed, and you turned pale thinking about a kid, your face slightly mortified before shaking out of it.

But of course, the picture showed your face scrunched up in mild horror.

Next to it was a picture of Tom and Zendaya on set of his movie, they were smiling wide at something they were being shown.

The caption made you grimace, “Tom and y/n versus tom and z, tell me again which one he’s dating”.

And maybe curiosity killed the cat because it also took a stab at you.

You were pretty confident, in your art skills, in your flirting, you’ve never felt insecure in a relationship before. But maybe because you were all of a sudden dating this big star and you now see that half of his fans want him and Zendaya to be together.

Each tweet was another chip away at your hardened exterior and you hated it, your mind telling you to stop scrolling but you just can’t.

“I don’t know who they’re trying to fool but one public outing with a girl he hooked up with back in March? Is that their way of saying him and Z aren’t dating? Clowns”

“Tom and Z have been dating since they wrapped Homecoming, stop freaking out over a post clearly made by his publicist”

“I mean it’s the worst scam, Tom looks like royalty next to a tatted gutter rat.”

Holy fuck people were brutal. Tatted gutter rat.

You felt tears well in your eyes, damn it.

Tatted gutter rat.

You laughed, a choked out sob of sorts, “tatted gutter rat,” you giggled.

Jesus.

You were about to exit Twitter, the toxic hell site it is when Tom’s goofy face popped up on your screen, showing that he wanted to FaceTime you.

You quickly hit the green button, shuffling up so your back was against your pillow.

“Hey,” he smiles before taking in your appearance.

You had a goofy smile but your eyes were red rimmed with tears.

“What’s wrong princess?” He asks, head resting on his hand.

“Do I resemble a tatted gutter rat?” You say, struggling to speak between giggles.

“I’m sorry, a what?”

“I’ve been told, haha,” told was a funny word, you were nosy and this is what it got you, “that I resemble a tatted gutter rat.”

“Well let’s see, I haven’t personally seen a gutter rat but I doubt you look like one. And hey, you’re my tatted gutter rat.”

You saw a twinkle in his eyes when he said you were his, making you bite your lip and smile.

“Wait, who’s saying you’re a tatted gutter rat?”

“Some rando,” you sigh as he runs his hand through his hair.

“On twitter wasn’t it?”

“Maybe,” you scrunch your face up, you’re a terrible liar.

“You shouldn’t look on there, I sure as hell don’t,” he laughs and you feel a wave of calm rush over you.

Thud, thud, thud.

Falling.

“Tom?”

Your mind rushes back to the tattoo shop, his “bye lov-,” that got cut off by your inopportune hang up. Did he- was he saying what you thought he said?

You couldn’t even think it. Because thinking it made it real and, fuck, that scared you.

Thud thud thud.

“What’s up?” He asks, tilting his head.

Fuck it. Internet fools be damned.

“I-, remember when I did my first tattoo? On myself?”

“Yeah?”

“And, I hung up too soon?”

“Oh,” he sighs.

Oh.

Oh?

You had a hard time telling what type of oh it was, his voice sort of muffled through your overseas connection.

“You want to know what I was gonna say?”

“Maybe,” you lied again. You did. You really, really did.

“Harry’s right, I’m an idiot for waiting.”

“What?”

“I should’ve, should’ve said it in New York but I don’t know I wasn’t there for long and-,”

“And what?” You ask, arm wrapping around your knees, pulling tight to your chest.

“I was saying, ‘bye love you’.”

You weren’t one to beat around the bush.

“Just like that?” You feel your lips curl up into a smile.

Thud, thud, thud.

Falling.

“I say it when I’m getting off the phone with family a lot.”

“So it's more just like a phrase you say, not like you meant it or anything.”

Because if he doesn’t say it now, if he avoids it then you can avoid the thundering roar of your heart against your chest, telling you to say it back.

“I usually mean it when I say it to my family, because I do love them, that is.”

His face is scrunched up and he looks a little hurt, bottom lip pouting slightly.

“So you’re off to Bali soon right?”

Nothing like a good old conversation change to stop the sinking feeling in your gut.

“I am,” He says, perking up.

And so you talk and talk until you notice his eyes start to droop and his phone slowly slip out of his hand.

You think he’s asleep, his breathing even as your story trails off.

“Bye love you,” you whisper, voice soft and unsure. Not unsure about loving Tom. That was easy, he understood you, in a way nobody else quite did. He understood your underlying need to be in control quite often, your desire to make people happy through your art, your tendency to not finish movies because you fall asleep, things that individually didn’t really matter, but altogether made you you.

And you felt comfortable, sharing parts of yourself with him you haven’t with anyone else.

So saying “bye, love you” on the phone while he was asleep was effortless.

The part that you were unsure of, the part that scared you the most was the little nagging part in the back of your head that said he didn’t mean it when he said it the first time.

“Night, love you,” he mumbles as your FaceTime call ends.

Oh.

Thud, thud, thud.

You fell.

***

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ourownsideimagines · 5 years

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The Function of a Rubber Duck (Ravenclaw!Aziraphale x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Characters: Ravenclaw!Aziraphale, Slytherin!Crowley, Gryffindor!Gabriel, Hufflepuff!Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: & Anon

Point of View: Third Person Reader

Summary: (Name) has always been interested in the Muggle world, and so has Aziraphale. So when a mutual acquaintance brings them together, how long will it be before they realize the other person is in love with them too.

Warnings: Asshole Gabe, a small bit of violence (punching someone in the face)

Words: 1612

A/N: I just seem to enjoy having the reader put Gabriel in his place. Also, in this, I figure that Gabe, Az, and reader are all purebloods and Crowley is likely a muggleborn or half-blood raised in the muggle world. Extra late because I posted it to the wrong blog shit-

—-

Squeak.

(Name) giggled.

Squeak.

They giggled again.

Squeak.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Gabriel all but snapped at them, causing the young Hufflepuff to jump in surprise. They turned to their friend (if he could even be called that) and with a smile, presented the small, yellow, rubber duck they had received from their parents earlier that morning.

“Just look at it!” They said. “Isn’t it fascinating? I’ve been told Muggles use them in the bath, though I can’t imagine what for.” Upon seeing the rather annoyed look on Gabriel’s face they pulled back the duck.

“It’s annoying.” He said simply.

“It’s fascinating.” They corrected him. “Muggles are so simple, yet so complicated!”

“You’re obsessed.” Gabriel said, distaste evident in his voice. (Name) rolled their eyes.

“Not obsessed, just… mildly interested.”

“Well, whatever it is, can you take it back to your own common room? You’re giving me a headache.” His words hurt, not that (Name) would ever admit that. They weren’t about to let his bad mood bring them down. They were enjoying their rubber duck, after all

“You’re no fun.” They grumbled, squeaking the toy again. Gabriel screwed his eyes shut and let out a loud sigh.

“I’ll tell you what. I know someone else who’s just as obsessed with this crap as you are - if I introduce you to him, will you leave me alone?” They wanted to scoff, but held it back.

“I wasn’t trying to bother you in the first place, Gabriel.” They seethed.

“Do you want to meet him or not?”

—-

“What house did you say he's in?” (Name) asked as they waited with Gabriel outside the library. Gabriel was tapping his foot impatiently and only seemed to grow more impatient at their question.

“Ravenclaw.” He deadpanned. (Name) nodded, but said nothing. They were afraid another question would make the Gryffindor pop. So they stood, silently, and waited. After another five minutes a Ravenclaw who appeared to be in their year began walking down the hall towards them. He had short hair, so blond it was almost white, and the prettiest blue eyes (name) had ever seen.

(Name) wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but what else could this be?

“Oh, hello Gabriel.” The boy said as he approached, a soft but nervous smile on his face. (Name) was glad they wasn’t the only person Gabriel made uncomfortable.

“Aziraphale,” Gabriel smiled, but it was not kind. It didn’t reach his eyes, something (name) had noticed every time he smiled. “I knew I would find you here - this is (name).” He motioned to (name), who waved gently at him. “(Name) here is interested in that, weird, muggle stuff you seem to love.”

“Really?” The boy’s eyes lit up and he turned his full attention to (name). “Is that true?”

“Oh, yes, I love muggle inventions. Really, everything.” (Name) said, nodding enthusiastically.

They began to dig among their robes until they found the duck and presented it as they had to Gabriel. Unlike said Gryffindor, Aziraphale almost seem to burst with joy, eyes widening in surprise and mouth opening.

“My parents sent me this! My mum says they found it in a muggle toy store in London!”

“I’ve heard about these!” Aziraphale lifted a hand, but hesitated. “May I?”

“Of course.” (Name) said, and Aziraphale gingerly took the duck. (Name) watched as he examined it, turning it over in his hands. Neither of them had noticed that Gabriel had slipped away. Aziraphale paused his turning and stared it down. (Name) wanted to laugh for a moment, and couldn’t help but snort when Aziraphale pressed down, causing the duck to squeak loudly, turning a few heads and making the poor boy almost drop the item.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship, and, maybe, the start of something more.

---

(Name) did not appreciate the house stereotypes.

Most people assumed Aziraphale was a goody-two-shoes. That he got all his work done on time, in full, for every class - if only they knew that was far from the truth. (Name) had, on various occasions, watched from the Hufflepuff table as Aziraphale rushed through his home work during breakfast, and had witnessed first hand his sarcasm and sass towards the teachers who thought they knew everything.

He was a genius, no doubt, but was also the biggest dumbass (name) had ever met.

Then there was the idea that Slytherins were evil. (Name) really didn’t like that stereotype. Most others didn’t doubt the idea. (Name) liked to give them the benefit of the doubt, though - that’s how (name) and Aziraphale befriended Crowley, a Slytherin in their year, and an all around kind, good person when he wasn’t playing the bad guy (“If that’s how everyone sees me, why should I play any different?”).

But if there was one stereotype they absolutely hated, it was that Hufflepuffs were ‘soft’ and ‘submissive’ and ‘always kind’. It grated on their nerves, the idea that they would only ever be seen as soft, and Gabriel was pushing them over the line now.

“Look, why don’t you just go back to your common room and bother people who care.”

“Go to hell, Gabriel.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, go to hell.” They hissed at him.

“Well aren’t you a little ballsy Hufflepuff? What’re you gonna do? Friendship bracelet me to death?” Gabriel taunted. (Name) had never felt more satisfied punching someone in the face, not that they had ever done so before. Even though they knew they’d never hear the end of it from their parents, they truly were satisfied. Maybe Gabriel would finally leave them alone.

---

“I’m still confused.” Crowley said as he dangled off one of the trees beside the lake, his uniform robes creating a curtain that shaded his friends from the light. “Did you get away with it or not?”

“Kind of,” (name) sighed. “I mean, of course, Gabriel went and snitched to our head boy, but you wanna know how many points he deducted?”

“Fifty.” Crowley said, but there was an air to his words that didn’t sound as if he was actually trying.

“Two.” (Name) corrected him. “I didn’t even know you could deduct just two points.”

“That’s nothing!” Crowley scoffed. “I once got deducted 50 points for hiding a frog leg in some girl’s bag after she tried to sabotage my potion second year.”

“It’s not a competition, Crowley.” Aziraphale sighed.

“What about you?” (Name) asked suddenly. “Have you ever lost your house points, Aziraphale?”

“Wha- me?” He stuttered, cheeks suddenly flushing red.

“Oh, he has.” Crowley said, smiling. “He most definitely has,” The young man dropped from his position on the tree, showering the two in leaves and sunlight. “And I want to know the story.” Crowley dropped down onto his stomach and propped his head up with both hands, waiting for Aziraphale. (Name) giggled at their antics, but they too were curious.

“Well, I, uh…” Aziraphale turned away, pretending to be interested in some far off plants. Then, he let out a deep sigh. “I, uh, I was caught trying to… sneak into the restricted section. Of the library.”

“No way,” (Name)’s eyes widened. “Who caught you!?”

“Professor Sprout.” Aziraphale sighed. “She was escorting a student to a section on Mandrakes and caught me trying to get in.”

“I don’t know whether to call you brave or call you stupid.” (Name) remarked playfully. Aziraphale rolled his eyes, and bumped them shoulder with his own. It quickly turned into a war of back and forth bumping and pushing, the two laughing and squealing.

Then it all stopped as Crowley spoke up.

“You two are so sweet I think it’s giving me cavities.” (Name) was suddenly very aware of Aziraphale’s arm around them, holding them in place as he tried to dig his fingers into their side, and their hands on his chest trying to push him off.

“W-what?” They said. (Name) and Aziraphale pulled back from each other.

“Oh, come on you two,” Crowley groaned, rolling his eyes and taking a proper seat in the grass. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Crowley I really don’t think-” Aziraphale began, but Crowley cut him off.

“They liked you, Aziraphale,” (Name)’s eyes widened in surprise at this statement. Sure, they’d never tried to hide it from Crowley, but they’d never outright said it. “And, for the record, he likes you too.”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale seethed.

“Tell him, (name),” Crowley said suddenly. “Bet you won’t.” This caught their attention.

“Excuse me?” They sat up a bit straighter.

“I said, I bet you won’t admit it.”

“Crowley, I think you need to leave it alone-”

“Say it again, to my face.” (Name) seethed, catching Aziraphale by surprise. Crowley leaned forward, staring them in the eyes.

“Two Galleon you won’t tell him.” It was on.

“Aziraphale,” (Name) turned to him, a sudden intensity in their eyes. They didn’t care about the money, but they never backed down from a bet. “I fell in love with you the moment I met you and your fascination with my rubber duck.”

“I-wha-oh-dear-” Aziraphale’s face flushed a bright pink, but he didn’t move away from them, which (name) took as a good sign.

“And if Crowley isn’t being an absolute bastard and lying, that means you like me too.”

“Well he’s- oh dear - he’s not -”

“For somebody’s sake just kiss him already.” Crowley fell back into the grass, exasperated. “Bet you won’t-”

“Piss off.” (name) hissed, but turned to Aziraphale again.

“Can I?” They asked.

“Can you- uh - can you what?”

“Kiss you, stupid.” They said, glaring playfully. Aziraphale swallowed hard, but nodded.

So they did.

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