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dungeonpuppykai · 8 months

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When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm.

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now.

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor.

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door.

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress.

Not that they would be doing any more of that.

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you.

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible.

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.

His eyes scan your form.

Beautiful.

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time.

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete.

It is the people that live in it.

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal.

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly.

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night.

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life.

You should have taken notice of the signs.

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem.

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was.

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence.

And Divine it was, you lived to learn.

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything.

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened?

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning.

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second.

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside.

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly.

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen.

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?"

He sighs.

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval.

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions."

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close.

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this.

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back.

The man is not chasing you like you expected.

But you don't want to stick around and find out why.

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door.

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead.

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes.

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused.

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying.

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently.

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one.

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet.

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home.

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands."

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that."

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet.

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone."

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours."

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery.

But you don't know when he does it.

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern.

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse.

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules.

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes.

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point.

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?"

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning.

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days.

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man.

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep.

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way.

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him.

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him.

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day.

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck.

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina.

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever.

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well.

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test.

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence.

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic.

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast.

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken.

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat.

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting.

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment.

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining.

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you.

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–"

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy.

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while.

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully.

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape.

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed.

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife.

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

What do you think hAH-

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beomboomboom · 1 month

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genre: fluff, angst, established relationship

pairing: idol!Jihoon x reader

summary: Jihoon is a busy guy, everyone knows that. But why does it hurt so much when he can't even make time for his own girlfriend? All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so difficult?

warnings: a bit of swearing

note: This fic includes some lyrics from the song All My Love by SEVENTEEN (If you haven't heard this song, I strongly recommend you listen to it. It's such a good song!!) I hope you enjoy reading the fic <33

"Am I really that important to you?"

There's tears in your eyes when you ask Jihoon the question you've been wondering about for the past few weeks.

Part of you knows you're just being irrational. Jihoon has other things he needs to focus on. He's an idol and a producer for fucks sake, it's practically guaranteed that he's going to be busy with work 24/7. So it's unrealistic for you to expect him to be able to make time for you whenever you feel the need for some company.

But the other part of you feels lonely. Coming home everyday to the sight of an empty apartment without Jihoon isn't exactly the most uplifting sight to see. And even when Jihoon on the rare occasion, does come home, all you are able to see is his passed out figure before he leaves in the morning while you still sleep.

All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so hard?

You receive your answer to that very question in the way Jihoon sits in a distracted silence when he hears your question. His eyes looking at his computer in a daze, too busy thinking up of ideas for new songs to produce rather than looking at the way you're about to burst into tears.

"Fine. If you can't even give me one second of your time and focus I'm going to leave," you yell angrily as more tears spring into your eyes. You quickly stand up from your position on Jihoon's couch and exit his studio, slamming the door behind you.

"WAI-" Jihoon starts to shout, finally finding his voice. His eyes widen while his hand is outstretched toward the direction of his door as if it's going to make you come back.

But it's too late.

You're gone.

Jihoon knows he fucked up.

More than that actually.

He knows that it's his fault your relationship with him feels so one-sided. He has a habit of overworking himself. Oftentimes minutes in the studio turning into hours before turning into days of being cooped up producing songs, causing him to neglect the very people he wants to spend all his time with.

Jihoon wishes he could tell you how much he loves you, that he's not trying to neglect you on purpose. He just sometimes gets caught up in his work and doesn't realize when it's time to take a break. He wishes he could tell you that he misses you as much as you miss him, even though he doesn't show it.

But now he has no idea what he could possibly do to solve the predicament he's in. Jihoon could talk with you, but he knows he's not the best with confrontation. Jihoon could give you a few days of space, but he knows that it's probably not the best choice since the whole reason you got mad was because Jihoon wasn't around you enough.

So, Jihoon turns to what he's best at doing. What he does when he doesn't have a clue on what to do.

Songwriting.

Sometimes he'll write songs for his members, comforting them through his lyrics. Other times he'll write songs for Carats, wanting to share with them some encouraging and happy tunes.

But this time, he's writing a song for you.

Jihoon knows that writing a song for you won't make you forgive him instantly, but the most he can do is try to make things better a little bit at a time.

It's 3 in the morning when you hear a knock at your front door. As the rain falls softly on your window, the only question that on your mind is, who the heck is outside your house at such an ungodly hour?

Feet shuffling along the cold floor, you sleepily walk over to your door and open it. Your sleepy eyes are still trying to make sense of the situation when Jihoon stands outside your apartment door.

In front of you stands a drenched Jihoon with puffy red eyes carrying his signature black backpack that is absolutely ginormous on him.

"Jihoon? What are you doing here?"

Mumbling something incoherently, you watch, still half-awake, as Jihoon slowly walks up to you and gently wraps his arms around you.

As you feel the wetness from Jihoon's shirt begin to seep into your own shirt, you try to softly push Jihoon away. But that only makes Jihoon hug you tighter. "Don't go...,"you hear him mumble as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, and that's when you realize that Jihoon is crying.

You're torn.

Seeing your boyfriend cry is a rare occurence and as much as you want to hug him tightly and kiss away all his tears, you want to run away because how can he come back to your apartment as if nothing had happened in these past few months.

"I'm sorry," Jihoon says, his voice cracking and mouth quivering, as he cries, letting his tears drop messily into the fabric of your shirt.

Taking Jihoon's face in your hands, you quietly rub away his tears which only makes him cry harder. Leaning into your touch, he takes hold of your wrist and gently rubs it. "I-I'm really sorry. You don't deserve a terrible boyfriend like me."

"No, don't say that. You know what, how about I get you a towel so that you can dry yourself off and then we can talk more, okay?

"Okay"

By the time you return from the bathroom, towel in hand, Jihoon is sitting on the couch and pulling his computer out of his bag. "oh...are you going to be working more?"

He can hear the disappointment in your voice when you ask the question, you're so used to him working all the time that you're not even angry ... you're just disappointed. Jihoon feels a wave of guilt wash over him as he realizes that all the things you said to him before were true, he was just too busy to realize it.

"Ah, no. I have something to show you," Jihoon says with a tired smile as he pats the seat on the couch beside him, inviting you to sit.

Hesitant, you take a seat next to your boyfriend and look at his computer screen where you can see him open a file. You then watch as Jihoon pulls out a pair of earphones and plugs them into the computer.

Putting the earbuds into your ears, Jihoon presses play as his eyes shake, nervously watching your face for any kind of reaction.

The second the melody of the song plays into your ears, you feel like crying out of disbelief. "You made a song for me?" you ask, suprise etched all over your face, as you look towards Jihoon's direction.

Nodding with a small but nervous smile, Jihoon then motions for you to continue listening.

And it's when you reach the part of the song where you can hear the lyrics sung by the sweet honey voice of your boyfriend, when you begin to cry.

Just likе a pouring meteor shower Please be the light in the dark sky I can do everything for you For you I just want to give you everything And that makes me feel small, a fool who only accepts It suddenly makes me hate myself And makes me feel sorrier towards you

"Oh- Jihoon-," you start to say with tears in your eyes as you close the gap between you and Jihoon and give him a tight hug, your face pressed against his chest. "This is beautiful," you continue on to say sincerely.

Blushing, Jihoon quietly mutters with a nervous laugh, "you haven't even finished the song, listen to what i'm trying to say."

Following Jihoon's instructions, you lean on him and quickly refocus your attention back on the song.

Though it was hard writing my feelings down And all I have is this song and these lyrics For you, for you, for you, for you I sing this song for you tonight So I can get closer to your love

My love only amounts to this But my feelings will never change, for you baby Even if my love only amounts to this I'll be your umbrella in the rain I'll protect you on all your days

By the time you finish listening to Jihoon's song for you, you're in shambles. "fuck- Jihoon, I love you so much you know? I'm still mad at you but I still love you so much," you say as tears roll down your cheeks. Pressing your forehead against Jihoon's, you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Jihoon freezes for a moment before immediately tugging you closer to his body and reciprocating your kiss. "I don't deserve someone as precious as you,"he whispers before devouring your lips into another kiss.

When both you and Jihoon finally break away from each other to get some oxygen into your lungs, Jihoon gently takes your hands into his own. "I-I'm really sorry though. I was a terrible boyfriend these past few months, but I'm going to work on trying to improve myself. Even though I'll probably be busy with producing songs, i'll try to make time for you."

You let out a relived smile when you hear Jihoon's sincere words. "Okay, and I understand if you need time for other things too."

Jihoon gives you a small nod and a smile. "And to answer your previous question, of course you're important to me. For fucks sake you're my girlfriend, you're one of the most important people in my life. How can you not be important to me?" Jihoon says while cupping your face before continuing on to say," just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't feel it."

"I love you," he finally whispers with a smile as he places a small peck on your lips.

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littlebumblebeesstuff · 3 months

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Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

#agere little #little!reader #littlereader #sfw little community #sfw little post #little reader #sfw little blog #jasper hale

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soggyriceee · 10 months

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Helping Hand | dbf!Captain Price

summary: after your parents argue again, you walk over to your neighbors house who, you've had relations with in the past. true feelings are brought up be end in the most romantic way, loooooong back story but I feel like that makes the smut part of it so much better

warnings: dbf!Price, female!reader, age gap (reader 22, Price 45), unprotected P in V, fingering, daddy kink (bc hes daddy)

another restless night. your mom screaming at your dad for being at the bar late at night, him screaming back that he needed the break. "I work 60 hours a week!" he'd yell. "you are never home for dinner, barely make it to your kids important days!" she'd yell back, sometimes throwing a pan at him. it was bad. and you'd have to hear it every other night. your brothers drinking was no help either. family arguments were common, no matter how much you tried to avoid them. your mom would burst into your room, telling you to take her side, your father having the same idea.

"can you guys please stop I have exams tomorrow." you remember telling them, trying your hardest to focus on the notes in front of you. it was 12 in the morning. they were all supposed to be asleep. but of course, your dad stumbled in drunkly, waking up your mom and brother. it was peaceful in the house until it wasn't. thats why you'd often saunter over to your neighbor, John, to get some sleep.

"of course kid, you never have to ask." he always told you, smiling down as he opened the door wide. his wife was always delighted to have you over, she saw you as one of her own seeing as they never had kids. John was too busy with the military, kids was never truly an option for him. but he never saw you as his own, as his kid. he saw you as a woman. a woman who caught his eye the second she moved in next door two years ago.

your family had moved next door so it was closer to your college, but also to your fathers job. and Price and his wife were very quick to welcome you all into the neighborhood. they were the first people who invited you to their cookouts, parties. anything. your father had grown so close to Price, it was like they were brothers. and thats what made Price's feelings towards you even more conflicted and morally wrong. he knew he couldn't pursue you. he was significantly older than you, married and friends with your father. there were a surplus of negatives rather than positives and he was not willing to risk anything.

but when the summer time hit, and you'd slide into his pool, the pink or white bikini latching to your skin, he couldn't help but excuse himself up to his room and fuck into his fist, moaning your name into his hand. and what was the worst part about it all, he didnt care about what his wife would think. he cared what you'd think.

his marriage was falling apart quickly. his wife was very passionate about having kids, even though she was 40. "please, at least before im dried up for good." she'd beg him. but he wouldn't budge. kids was not something he wanted to have, ever. and because of that arguments were not a foreign thing for the two of them. so, it wasn't that you were young. or maybe it was. but it was because you would give him a new sense of life, a breath of fresh air away from arguments and constant stress.

the first night you had come to his home, tears falling from your cheeks, he was instantly worried. he pulled you into the house, pulling you into his chest. his wife came out quickly, gaping at your disheveled look. "oh my.. what happened my dear?" she ask, dropping the cup of tea in hand and running to hug you alongside John.

from that night on you made it routine to come sleep over in their house, whenever you needed. they even gave you a key. you felt more at home with them than you did at your home. they let you decorate the guest room into your own, took you out on small little events. it gave John's wife a sense of motherhood, one that she wanted for years.

so, when you and Price were in your room together, making out passionately, his hand gripping your boobs, your hands tangled in his hair, it didnt strike her as odd when she walked in to see you both on your bed. "she was having a hard time in school.. English test, right?" John said to her, quick to have an excuse. you nodded, swallowing hard. "y-yea I just.. needed to vent." you said, looking at her.

that was a month ago of course, she had believed you both. but that was the last time you and Price had ever really done anything of sorts again. and that was the last time you had been to their house. the feelings, tension between you both was too much and you both knew, that you wouldn't be able to make the right decisions if you both were alone together again.

but things were getting hard again and you needed to escape home. another family fight, this time about your father bringing up another woman's name during sex. it was disturbing, gross and uncomfortable for you to be around. but the screaming, breaking glass. it was not something you wanted to spend your summer night listening to.

looking out the window, you bit your bottom lip before making the final decision to sneak out and head over to your home. your real home. grabbing your phone, laptop and AirPods, you made your way out the window, landing on the mini roof in front of your window and slowly, climbing down to where the floor was. silently, you made your way across your lawn and over to Mr. Price's, looking at all the new flowers his wife had recently grown. a part of you felt guilt, selfish even for coming into their home, knowing what had happened between you and Price a few weeks ago. but you needed peace. you needed him.

knocking on the door, you crossed your arms behind your back, waiting anxiously for the door to open. a few seconds after, the door slowly opened, revealing a disheveled looking Price. his face was bright red, lips glossy. he had no shirt on, but a grey pair of sweats. a part of you felt embarrassed, but a bigger part of you felt a bit of pain, assuming he was just fucking his wife upstairs. "o-oh.. hey kid." he said, clearing his throat. " hi.. John. I guess this was a bad time but I-"

"no.. no its not." he said quickly, shaking his head. "I-i was just.." he pointed his thumb behind him, maintaining eye contact as he tried to find the words. you gave a small, apologetic smile before turning. but he was faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back. " stay. please." he whispered, looking down at you, his eyes submissive. you swallowed before looking behind him, seeing an empty bottle of whiskey on the table. "isn't.. Mrs. Pri-" "she's not Mrs anymore.." he cut you off, looking away from you.

you felt guilty for bringing up the topic, even more guilty for thinking he was fucking her upstairs instead of you. his grip on you loosened and he backed away. "you don't have to stay.. but i'm assuming your here cause your parents. and you shouldn't.. be around that. you shouldn't be alone.. and I don't wanna be alone anymore either." he said, his words growing breathless towards the end, his eyes moving back to yours. your heart felt heavy for him. he was struggling for God knows how long alone. you gave him a small nod, his hand taking yours before he pulled you gently inside.

the door closed and you looked around the empty home, dishes and beer cans scattered about. "im sorry for the mess I uh.. its been hard to-" "let me help you." you turned to him, looking up at him. his doe eyes pierced into you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. that was all the confirmation you needed before turning back around, grabbing the empty cans and moving towards the kitchen recycling can. " thank you." you heard him say from the living room. "dont mention it. its a good distraction for me anyways." you said, the memory of your parents fighting coming back to you.

"hey.." he said, somehow coming up behind you. you quickly turned, wiping your eyes quickly and giving him a fake smile. his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears. " your here now.. safe." he whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. his lips trailed from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. " John.." you whispered, pulling your head out of his grasp. he cleared his throat, stepping back. you both wanted it, bad. but it was wrong. and you both agreed to it, nonverbally of course, but it was an intuition.

" im sorry." you said softly, looking down to your shoes. "dont apologize. you have done nothing wrong." he said, patting your arm before walking away.

the rest of the night you spent in 'your room', reading up the rest of the texts you had for your exams. it was raining pretty hard outside, thundering and lightening. it was peaceful, more peaceful than your home.

stretching, you sat up from your bed and made your way down to the kitchen, hungry. you were sure price was hungry as well so why not make some grilled cheese? as you hummed your way down the hall, you heard what sounded like cries coming from inside John's room. you stopped in your tracks, standing in front of his room. you then heard empty bottles rolling against the floor. sighing, you leaned your head against the door. you didnt know if you should open the door, or stay outside. or just walk away.

but your heart was more powerful than your mind and you couldnt stop your hand from knocking against the door. "John.. can I come in?" you asked softly. when he stopped sniffling, and all you could hear was the empty bottles, you slowly opened the door. in front of you was John, sitting against his wall, tears running down his face with another bottle of whiskey by his side. he wasn't moving, wasn't blinking. just crying.

you slowly approached him, sitting in front of him. you took the bottle, placing it under his bed, out of sight. " can i.. hold your hand?" you asked, looking at his blank face. when he gave you a soft hum, you reached for his hand, cupping it in both of yours. he felt his breathing go from fast to slow, his hooded eyes making his way to yours. "i'm here John.. you don't have to be alone anymore.." you said softly, scooting closer.

for the next hour John spent crying into your chest, apologizing for being drunk around you. " I-im sorry for.. for this. I know drunk p-people probably make you feel-" "stop. you have a valid reason. I understand. id actually prefer being around drunk you than my drunk father anyways.." you said, running your hands through his hair. he held your waist, sniffling every now and then. he was finally calm, finally at peace. he felt safe in your arms and despite how embarrassing it was to be the older person seeking out comfort from the younger, he knew the last thing you'd do was judge him.

"are you hungry?" you asked, realizing John had been playing with the hem of your shirt for a bit. he looked up, his eyes scanning your lips before meeting your gaze. a soft smile was painted across your face, your hands still in his hair. "im.. im sorry." he whispered. before you could ask him what he meant, his lips pressed against yours, his hand slipping around the side of your neck. he poked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission. and you embarrassingly fast let him in.

he shifted so he was sitting now, pulling you onto his lap. his tongue roamed your mouth, occasionally sucking your tongue and earning a moan from you. when he finally pulled away, a short string of saliva connected you two. heavy pants and the sound of rain was all that could be heard as you both stared at each other, waiting for whats next. just as you opened your mouth, he spoke.

"i.. I know you think its because im drunk. but I promise you.. ive wanted to do that for so long." he whispered, eyes going back to your wet lips. " I dream of it, even when she was here. I couldnt bring myself to not think about you when I kissed her. when I fucked her. when I laid beside her. I know I sound like a horrible person, and I know what im risking here saying this to you. but.. but I have a feeling you feel the same about me.." he said softly, his hands holding your hips in place, hoping and praying you wouldn't run away, never speaking to him again. but you wouldn't do that. because you cared about him too much. you wanted this to happen as much as he did and you weren't going to let this moment slip away.

your hands cupped his face before leaning in again, John accepting the kiss before your lips even met. it was a slow, passionate kiss. he pulled you closer into him, moaning into the kiss when you'd pull at his bottom lip. his hands slowly snaked up your shirt, now holding your waist. "I need you.." you breathed against his lips, eyes still closed. it was desperate of you. but you didn't care. seeing how badly he wanted you made you want him even more. you didn't care if she walked in and saw the two of you, told your parents, the whole neighborhood. you guys could run away, live in a different state, a different country even. you guys could be happy. and as much as you wanted that, you knew the right now, this was the best you'd get.

he slowly pulled you off his lap, standing up before lifting you up. he laid you gently on the bed, resting between your legs. his lips attached to yours again, his hand finding your covered breast immediately. your whimpered into the kiss, thrusting your hips up to feel his hard on. his other hand found the side of your face, holding it as to keep you close. his lips moved down to your jaw, then your neck. he was careful to not make too many marks, especially ones to high up. you whimpered at his teeth nibbling your skin, his tongue sliding slowly across the mark to ease the pain. " ive wanted this.. for so long." he Sid against your skin, his hands working to pull down the pajama pants you had put on a while back.

he threw them behind him, not caring where they end up. he sat up, looking down at your panties. a large wet spot shone threw, a breathy chuckle eliciting from him. "is this all for me baby?" he asked, his fingertips ghosting over the spot. you nodded quickly, bucking your hips up. " use your words darling." he said again, looking up at you this time, his fingers still ghosting over the same spot. "y-yes.. yes daddy." his face formed a bright smile before looking back down at your panties, fingers slipping under the hem and pulling them down. "daddy huh? dont think ive ever been called that." his fingers ran up your slit and stopping right before your clit. you groaned at the teasing, trying to move your hips to meet his fingers.

"patience baby.. daddy wants to take his time with you." he said, chuckling at your desperation. nothing was funny to you, but you wanted him do bad, you'd be willing to do anything he asked of you in this moment. his fingers continued to tease you until he slid one inside you for just a second, before quickly pulling it back out. he loved how fast your cunt clenched around his finger, the surprised gasp leaving your lips when he slid it in, then out. "you like that?" he whispered, watching how your pussy clenched every time his finger got close to your hold again. "yes please.. please do it again." you begged from beneath him, eyes pleading with his distracted ones.

he smiled to himself, adding two fingers in at once this time and watching them completely disappear. your head pressed firmly against the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut. he moved his fingers in and out slowly, then fast, analyzing which pace got you reacting to his touch more. when he found it, he continued with it, his eyes finally moving up to your face. your beautiful face. he felt like he had fallen in love all over, watching your face twist in pleasure. it scared him most certainly. he'd spent what felt like years and years in a somewhat loveless marriage. seeing you, your beautiful face, kind personality and hearing your beautiful voice made him scared. scared that if he did commit to you, you both would end up like his marriage.

but now, he couldnt worry about that. your moans and whimpers were too much of a distraction for him to think about anything serious. he wanted to focus on now, and thats what he did. "feel good baby? is daddy making this pussy feel good?" he asked above you, body completely hovering over you as he tilted his head to the side, looking down at you. you nodded, opening your eyes and gripping his shoulders. "s-so good~" you whined, nodding your head quickly. " good girl. such a good girl for me aren't you? gonna cum on daddy fingers huh? gonna show daddy how good you feel?" he asked, his thumb quick to find your clit and moving at the same pace your fingers were.

no matter how hard you tried to talk, his fingers were doing magic on your lower region. you felt a knot forming at the pit of your stomach, your moans increasing in pitch. " I-im gonna cum" you cried out, pulling him down into your chest and hugging his shoulders. he grunted in your ear, keeping the same continuous pace, whispering how beautiful you were, how hes gonna claim your pussy. how hes gonna gonna make love to you, rather than just fuck you. his genuine words, surprisingly, made you finish, your cum soaking both him and his bed sheets. he gasped, peeking down at your cunt as his fingers slowed in pace, listening to the squelching noises your pussy made for him.

he sat up, looking down at the mess beneath you both. he hadn't realized it, but his fingers kept moving in and out of you. it was like he was in a spell, a spell from your pussy. " j-john" you finally called out, getting his attention. he smiled and slid his fingers out, sliding them in his mouth. he hummed around them, causing you to hide your face in your hands. he was quick, however, to remove them. "dont hide from me. I want you to see how good you taste." he said before pressing his lips back onto yours. your own taste flooded your mouth, your hands tangling back into his hair.

at the same time, he began to pull his sweats down, his dick springing free, slapping against his lower stomach. the sound made you pull away and look down. to say you were nervous was an understatement. but he was quick to shut down any worries you had. "im gonna go slow with you.. I promise." he said, lifting your head. he gave another small smile down at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and smiling. it almost slipped from him, but he held back the ' I love you' as he watched you lean into him. his heart was fluttering and he felt like crying all over. happy tears though. because he was truly in love, an the knew that after this, you'd have to go back home. pretend like what happened never happened. at least in front of people. but he didnt want that. he wanted to show the world you were his and he was yours.

he was so deep in thought again, you had wrapped your legs around him to get his attention. "s-sorry. your just so beautiful" he smiled, kissing your forehead before standing from the bed, pulling his sweats and boxers off completely. he was quick to slide back between your legs, his tip hitting your soaked pussy. he looked down, grabbing the base and moving it around your cunt. "shit your fucking drenched honey." he whispered, watching as strings of your wetness rose from you as he lifted his dick away. you whimpered in embarrassment, a bright pink covering your cheeks.

"its sexy." he said, looking into your eyes. he swallowed before looking back down. "like I said, I wanna make love to you. I don't want this to be just us fucking. i.. I see you more than that." he said, his eyes wandering your body nervously before meeting your gaze. you smiled up at him, pulling him closer so your foreheads touched. " then make love to me John." you whispered, looking at him through your lashes.

his lips pressed onto yours, his hands holding onto your hands as he slowly, and carefully, slid into you. it was easy, considering your slick. but it still hurt, the stretching of your walls around his thickness. the moment you let out a pained whimper he stopped, telling you to tell him when you were ready for more. and it did take a while, but he eventually bottomed out inside your cunt, groaning at the warmth and wetness. his head fell into your neck, catching his breath before he tapped your hips. "are you ready for me love?" he asked into your neck, lifting his head to see your face when you answered. when you nodded, giving him a shy 'yes', his hips moved out, slow, and back in, slow.

at first it hurt. yes, you had small flings in college, and you had definitely told him about them before you figured out how in love with him you were. but never had they meant a lot to you. you are drunk for most of them, causing you to regret not waiting for the right guy which, in this case, would be John. you looked up at him, his bottom lip between his teeth as his browns knitted together. he let out soft grunts with every thrust, a breath after a few more. he looked beautiful, so handsome.

" darling s-stop looking up at me before i.. I finish too soon." he breathed out, looking into your eyes finally. you blushed and looked down to where your bodies connected. the sight alone made you clench around him, a whimper slipping past you. your hands found his neck, your eyes squeezing shut. his thrusts remained pretty slow, causing you to buck your hips up. "faster.. please." you whispered, opening your eyes to see his already on you. "anything for my princess." he responded, kissing your forehead as his thrusts picked up in pace. he wasn't going super fast, but he was going at a decent speed.

whimpers slipped past you with each thrust of his, your head falling back into the pillow. his name, and a few daddy's, slipped past your lips every so often, encouraging him to keep going. " f-fuck princess you're.. you're so tight" he groaned, his breathing picking up in pace. his grunts slowly turned into moans and you had assumed he was close. he took one leg and wrapped it around his waist, allowing deeper access into your cunt. his tip every so slightly hit your cervix, emitting more moans from you.

you hadn't realized it at first, but your nails dug into his back, leaving both crescent marks and scratches. and he fucking loved it. it was your way of marking his body, what was yours. he wanted more. " fuck baby.. mark me. I-im all yours~" he moaned, his head dropping into your chest as his thrusts began to become a bit more fast. he was certainly close, and you were too. " John im gonna cum" you moaned, leg tightening around his waist.

his breathing grew rapid, his head raising to look down at you with hooded eyes. his hands gripped the side of your neck, his other around your hip. he felt his dick pulse inside you, scared of cumming inside you, but also hoping you'd let him. "inside me.. please" you whimpered out, sensing his worry. he gave out a quiet whimper, his eyes squeezing shut.

it was perfect, your bodied moving together. and what made it even more perfect was the fact you both were going to cum, together. it was beyond romantic and made the feelings between you both even stronger. he opened his eyes, feeling as though he couldnt hold back any longer. he didnt know what had came over him, if it was your pussy, the alcohol, or just his emotions, but he couldnt stop the words from flowing out.

" fuck princess I-im cumming- fuck I love you.. oh I fucking..love. you!" he groaned, the last few words accompanied with a powerful thrust. his cum shot into you, a loud groan and a gasp escaping him. his grip on you tightened, his eyes watching as your cum shot out of you as well, mixing with his.

his eyes fluttered closed, his body falling onto you. you looked up at the ceiling, breathing hard as you just recalled what he had admitted to you. 'he loves me..?' you though, your chest feeling heavy, but a good heavy.

he eventually rose up, swallowing as he looked down at you. "I-im sorry im probably still drunk I didnt mean-" your lips slammed against his, discontinuing the sentence he had planned. " I love you to John." you said against his lips. you felt the smile spread across his lips as he moved back down to kiss you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

the rest of the night you both spent cuddling, watching tiktoks on your phone. when you eventually dozed off, he placed your phone on the charger, went to use the bathroom one last time before coming back next to you. he pulled you into his chest, spooning you. he kissed your bare shoulders, whispering 'I love you' after each peck. he was happy. he didnt worry too badly about what could happen. he was happy now. and he wanted to stay that way forever.

| aghhh after serious writers block I give you guys this. this was a lot more cute than my other ones so I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did |

#call of duty x reader #call of duty fan fiction #cod x reader #cod #captain price smut #captain price #john price smut #captain john price

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 7

Summary: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 7: new revelation

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"I can't find him!" A woman burst through the doors. Her boots were barely on and she wore no jacket.

"Find who?" Althea asked, one wolf ear flicking at the sudden noise.

"Rodney!" She ran over to us and spoke directly to the healer. "We-we were arguing and he ran out but I thought he would come back."

"How long has he been out?"

The woman was hesitant, eyes jumping between all of us. Althea had to prompt her again, pressing that we needed to know as soon as possible.

"Since...since this afternoon."

Althea and I locked eyes. The sun was about to set which meant the boy had been out for hours in the freezing cold. "Which way did he go?" she asked.

The woman was in tears now, guilt probably pulling her heart in two. She shook her head in her hands as an answer. She had no idea.

"Where do we start?" Althea looked to me. I almost wanted to ask 'why would I know?' but I did in fact know. I had been on this land for two years now and ran or explored most of it.

"Either the shore or the forest," I answered.

"We don't have any winter clothes, though," Vivian warned. She was right. We had yet to make winter clothes for everyone since they only moved in the cold when going between warm buildings. Someone going out could get frostbite themselves before they found the boy.

I thought for a moment before an idea came to mind. "Find Husker. His magic lets him keep himself warm and he can fly along the shore."

"What about the forest?" Althea asked.

"I'll go. I can also keep myself warm and can move fast as a dragon."

"As a what?" Vilcin popped their head out from behind Vivian. I noticed by the looks on their faces that I had yet to let my friends know of my abilities. They mostly seemed surprised but I worried if there was a hint of anger at keeping a secret from them.

"I'll be back." I turned swiftly on my heels and out into the cold. The wind caught me off guard but I pushed the cold away and replaced it with warmth. I took a few steps in the shallow snow, some Humans having shoveled for easier walking, and jumped forward. My claws enlarged and it took a second jump for my whole Dragon form to come out.

I moved swiftly out of the haven and into the forest. It was much easier to maneuver through the forest with four feet. My tail whipped behind me and I felt a rush of adrenaline run through my veins. I loved running like this. I felt so free and natural, like I belonged doing exactly this.

A presence came to my mind and I instantly recognized it as Alastor. He seemed to wrap around my mind but not quite pass through my shields. I slowed to a trot and looked around for his stark red coat against the white snow, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he close?

I shook my head and picked up my pace back to a run. I had only so much time before I lost the sunlight. It was taking a lot of magic to keep my Dragon form, keep myself warm, and move as quickly as I could through the forest.

The sun was moving faster than me, though, and the forest became next to impossible to run through. I was forced into another trot to avoid running face first into a tree.

"You lack imagination." Alastor's voice echoed in my head. He was always saying those exact words. How could I use my imagination when my entire world has been grounded in reality and the limits of the physical body? I could only do so much.

I came to a stop and stomped my front foot. I wasn't going to return without this boy, dead or alive. I could manage to find him, assuming he even came into the forest to begin with and not the shore.

I took a deep breath to let out a sigh but stopped. I quickly let out the breath and took another huge one through my nose alone. I could smell something. It wasn't natural, nothing like wood or snow. It was something else—someone—else.

Bringing more magic energy to my head, I started taking short, deep breaths. I padded through the cold snow keeping my head close to the ground. The boy was young so he was shorter. If only it was light enough then I could see footprints.

I tried brightening the dark shadows, reverse shadow work, and watched everything brighten. I picked up the pace as I followed the boy's trail. He was close. The smell was getting stronger and the snow wasn't smooth - he had come this way.

Then I spotted him. He was laying on his side curled up against a tree. I sprinted over and slid to a stop. He had dug himself a little burrow in the snow but it did him nothing. His body was barely moving and his fingers were already purple.

I lifted his cold body into my arms and took flight. I kept the cold away and gradually pushed warmth into him. He wasn't dead but he was awfully close. I flew as fast as I could back to the haven and found Althea in the grand hall. She rushed him over to her hut, wrapped him in blankets, and immediately started attempting to heal him. The mother was hovering but fortunately Vivian convinced her to sit to the side with her.

"What about his hands?" I asked nervously, touching the poor boy's black tipped fingers under the blanket.

"Healing speeds up the process, it can't undo anything," Althea explained. She was bringing color back to his skin.

Surely that can't be right.

I pulled his arm out of the blanket and gently ran my fingers across his own. The mother was sobbing at this point and mumbling her guilts to our teacher.

I looked down to the boy's fingers. I remembered Lucifer, King of Hell, saying that magic was ever expanding and not constrained to the categories already set in place. Vox was obviously a new improvement to their type of magic. Surely I could do the same? Alastor himself said I had a lot of power.

Carefully and slowly, I imagined the black skin crawling away from my own hand and fading into the tips of his fingers. I was shocked to find it actually working when I opened my eyes. A surge of happiness filled me as I continued my work until the black had disappeared entirely. I watched one of his fingers twitch.

I did it!

Alastor's presence surged through my shields and his hand suddenly gripped my wrist, wrenching it up so quickly and painfully that I was spun around to face him. His eyes were narrow and I could see his black gums on his terrifying snarl. He was angry.

"How did you do that?" he demanded. My fingers were feeling funny from the death grip he had on my wrist. I could feel him searching my memories and I tried to pull my hand free to break the connection.

"Let go of me, Alastor." I met his sharp, cat-like eyes with equal anger. He was violating the peace we had managed to build these past few weeks. He was reverting back to his self that I first met.

I was pulled into the shadows and transported into the library. I stumbled back into the wall from the motion and Alastor chased me, slamming a hand on the wall beside my head and bringing his sharp teeth close to my face. "How. Did. You. Do that?" he demanded again.

"You don't get to treat me like this!" Still in my Demon form, I made myself a few inches taller and pulled my lips back in a snarl. It still felt much weaker compared to his yellow one but I wasn't about to drop the challenge.

"Answer me," he ignored my response, "how? You shouldn't have been able to do that."

"Well I did. You're the one who keeps telling me I lack imagination but when I use it you get mad at me."

"I want to know how. Explain it to every detail."

"Why are you so upset about this? Tell me that first."

"This isn't a negotiation, darling~" the name was anything but sweet, sending a chill down my spine that I repressed.

"You don't get to control me. We've been over this time and time again. You. Cannot. Control me!" I went to shove him away but he grabbed both hands at the last second. He moved them barely to the side and my momentum took me into him. He took advantage of my loss of balance, holding my hands far enough past his shoulders that I was leaning on his chest and craning my neck back away from his teeth. His breath smelled horrible.

Without warning, he invaded my mind and went through my memories. I brought my back foot up and shoved against his leg. His tentacles came up to keep me in place, his eyes seeing through me as he fished for his answer. I did the next best thing and brought my forehead to his teeth.

His ears pinned back, something I didn't know he could do, and jerked his head away. The tentacles reached up to my shoulders to hold me down further. So I went the magic route.

I closed my eyes and followed the connection, reaching into his mind this time. I barely got in when he withdrew quickly from my mind to shove me out of his.

"I told you-"

"Then don't search through mine!" I let Alcine, my shadow, free from my form and she towered on the wall behind me. She morphed into the dragon and attacked Alastor's shadow. She wrapped around him like a snake and held his face in her claws, ready to snap his neck.

Alastor's eyes widened at the loss of his shadow. They then jumped back to me, a smirk pulling at my lips. It's only been two years but I was already giving him a run for his money. Something in me had unlocked tonight and he was furious about it.

His tentacles suddenly disappeared and he shoved me against the wall by my neck. He leaned down close to my ear as my throat squeezed shut. "You have been gifted by the force of the universe that our fates our tied."

I put my weight on his arm and looked up at him through half lidded eyes. I put both feet against his leg but without oxygen I was useless. I tried using magic to fill my lungs but I felt him block me. My anger boiled from being unable to do anything.

He suddenly let go and I fell on my tailbone, letting out a strangled gasp and high pitched noise. "No matter," he said, his cane appearing in his hand so he could lean over me, "I found my answer. For the time being, you are not to tell a soul what you did. It could mean worse things for both of us."

I watched him disappear into his shadows to who knows where. I retracted my horns so I could slam my head into the wall and punch the floor. I let out a deep yell and looked at Alcine on the wall. She had turned back into her elegant long hat outfit.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. He was always going to beat me. Two years felt like awhile but to him it was milliseconds. It would take me so long before I could match him on skill level. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why did he have to push and invade my boundaries?

I glared up into the dark library, my Demon side fully out. This meant I would have to go about this a different way.

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"Since when do you willingly want to speak with me?" Lucifer Morningstar asked, closing the door behind the Radio Demon. Alastor spun to face the short king and placed his hands atop his own—better—cane.

"You have information only you would know. I came to retrieve it."

"Oh? And why would I give it to you?"

"I think you'd find it rather interesting what I'm about to tell you." He cocked his head to the side.

"And what is that?"

Alastor took a few steps to close the distance. "My soulmate healed completely frostbitten fingers."

"Why is that so interesting?" Lucifer kept his arms crossed. Alastor's eye twitched at the king's oblivion. He remained silent, waiting for him to figure it out himself. Indeed he did because his eyes widened and his arms dropped to his sides.

"She healed...that's not how Demon magic works," Lucifer said slowly.

"Precisely," the word rolled off Alastor's tongue. "She healed it. Who else wields such magic?"

"Well...that would be me, Lilith, and Charlie. And any and all Angels who—" It clicked. "She's...you think she's a..."

"A fallen Angel," Alastor finished for him. This man's mind worked so slow yet he was running all of Hell.

Lucifer started to laugh. Alastor watched, completely unamused by the behavior. Why was this so funny? This meant the Angels were losing more of them and allowing them to fall to the surface instead of Hell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lucifer wiped a tear from his eyes. "It's just...I find it hilarious that you, the Radio Demon, are soul bound to a fallen Angel."

"Why is that? She must've done something to earn such a banishment."

That made Lucifer go quiet. He put a hand under his arm and another under his chin to think. "Have you not seen her memories? Or has she been making sure you can't be twenty yards from her?" He smirked, knowing full well from Charlie what the status of their relationship was like.

"I have. She has no memories of Heaven, though. Hence why I thought a fallen Angel himself would certainly have more information." Alastor was trying to threaten Lucifer with a lack of knowledge, hoping he'd try to prove himself and give up the information willingly.

Lucifer didn't find it amusing, mostly hurtful, but he played the part. "Then she must be a child of a fallen Angel. It would explain why I didn't see a halo when I first met her."

"Excuse me?" Alastor tapped his fingers on his cane.

Lucifer ran his black hand over his smooth hair then pointed an inch above it. "Fallen angels have a faint outline of their halo above their head only I can see."

"She did not have one?"

"No," he shook his head, "but I can imagine she would have some Angelic magic if one of her parents were one."

"Outstanding."

Lucifer watched Alastor's expression intensely. "Why is this so important? What do you intend to do to her?"

"That is for me to know." He held his cane and arms behind his back as he smiled down at the King of Hell.

"I feel real bad for your soulmate." Lucifer's tone was somber as he crossed his arms again.

"You will envy us with time. Ta ta for now." Alastor slipped into the shadows.

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Author's Note:

I'm back on a roll! Time for feelings!!!

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin husk #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer

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presleyanswrites · 8 months

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another party

pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note just a draft :)

warnings: language, underage drinking, light mentions of sex, puk!ng, grammar, fluff

word count 1.08k

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you insisted on wanting to attend this party, clinging to jj’s shoulder. Despite JJ being the hardest partier you knew, he told you he didn’t think it was the best idea since you got in a fight with the kooks just yesterday, and you and jj knew the entire shore would be infested with keg drinking assholes from figure eight. It’s not that he wouldn’t protect you at all costs, he just didn’t want you to get hurt.

he finally gave into the pleading, knowing he could never say no to his girl when she did. you, jj, John B, pope, and Kie were all loading onto the Twinkie to pull up on the beach bonfire and into the loud music and very crowded event.

everyone was partying, drinking, and some kids were making out and having sex right on the floor even in some parts when you and your blonde boyfriend walked by, but it didn’t draw you and JJ’s attention since everyone was all over the place. nothing you haven’t seen before. you breathe out.

almost right into the minute you saw the beers, and all the kegs, it was downhill from there. A lot was going on with you and your mom, and school, and stress and shit and all you wanted was just a beer. over the night, One drink turned into another before JJ became concerned and asked how much you’ve had.

“it’s not important, Jay,” you say giggling and stumbled into him.

“how about we drink some water, okay?”

“no, no I feel greatt”

you start laughing and then stumble onto the sand before chugging down your 12th beer.

JJ hasen’t seen you drink this much in a while, and he had to admit that drunk you was very hilarious.

Despite that, he grew very worried about your drinking problem when you suddenly just burst into tears. everything had all been too much lately and I guess for now you haven’t been handling stress amazingly the past few days.

he quickly gathers you into his arms and coos in your ear, “what’s wrong baby? are you alright? what’s going on?”

Kie suddenly walks over with pope, jj notices their presence and tells them that you and him probably need to hit the road soon, y/n was very drunk. And Kie instantly notices tears streaming down your face as you pull away. “is y/n okay? what happened JJ?”

Before he can respond, JJ instantly regrets letting you out of his sight because you’re already into the weed you picked up and went to town on it, and very soon after you were throwing up everywhere.

“what the hell, JJ? how’d you let her get so drunk? how many drinks has she had?” Pope exclaims with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

JJ ignores the remark, too embarrassed to answer, and he runs over to you rubbing small circles on your back as you forcefully spill all of your drinks and weed and rum and vodka you’ve had. JJ had a wave of guilt wash over him letting you go un supervised like that, especially with all of the kooks around. He should have known something was wrong with you, he just assumed you wanted a beer or two.

Kie Carries your weak and shaky body into the Twinkie and the four of you drive home, leaving John B and the party with Sarah.

there was a trash can in there so you began to still spill your guts into the plastic bin pope got from his house to keep shit they found in. living in the cut wasn’t easy.

JJ, still rubbing your back, and kissing the back of your head, his heart fills of worry and he feels more ashamed with himself then he has in a while.

once your into the chateau, you plunge onto the couch and jj lays out clean pjs for you, and runs you a warm bath to help soothe your burning stomach.

you, still drunk, follow your boyfriends commands and he stays by your side all night, throwing up until midnight.

he holds you close to his body and you fall into his shoulder.

after a little while, he asks, very softly, “are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

now, a little less wasted, you let streaming tears fall into his shoulder

Jay I- I don’t know! It’s just all too much and my mom is threatening to send me off and she- and the kooks” you sob, “the kooks they wanted to- touch me- and because one of them at a party wouldn’t let go and I - I and then-and then there are SATs soon and I just I can’t take it anymore.

“shhhh baby I-“ tears start to even fill the blonde boys eyes from the pain you were describing to him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry baby.”

you let your head bury into his chest, sobbing

“Im so sorry i didn’t know baby. I’m sorry I let you drink so much and I’m so sorry i wasent there. I should’ve been there.” he breathes out.

After JJ finally slows down a bit, he asks gently, “please can you tell me who was attacking you?”

“it- it was topper” you breathe out, shakily like you lifted 80 weights off of you, still crying. You’ve wanted that shit out of your system for months.

JJ is angry as hell but tried to hold it back not wanting to scare you anymore.

“please please don’t do anything, Jay.” you start crying harder. “we, i- i can’t afford to lose you, I’ve lost everything. we have lost everything, pope, Kie John b- everyone, and we can’t. we just-"

JJ pulls you into a very warm dominating and safe hug. a long and persistent loving hug. you cry hard into him for almost an hour, and he just snakes his arms all the way around you, letting you take your time.

JJ is red with anger. he felt his blood boiling all throughout his body. It took him everything he had to not go and beat him to death right now, who cares if it’s like fucking 3am? despite it, he knew he just needed to be there for you at this moment.

you eventually got off the floor and into the couch. JJ gave you cuddles and kisses all night deciding to be the one to big spoon you.

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xrenjunniesx · 7 months

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masterpiece

bf!jisung, magic au

in which you hid a secret from the whole world, only for it to be discovered by your boyfriend.

the books that held all sorts of knowledge levitated upwards, carefully making their way up through the air, defying gravity as your eyes stared out the window. your hand that relaxed by your side was the one that was doing all the work, you didn’t even need to look at the books for them to levitate.

it took a years to master this, and despite having no one you could tell this too, you had managed to master it completely, all the while keeping it a complete secret.

you were doing a good job at this secret keeping, until jisung burst into the room.

the books slam to the floor, making a loud noise that would be hard to cover up. you put a hand to your heart as you prepared to pretend that the loud noise was you - but judging by jisungs own expression, you couldn’t get out of this.

“what was that…”

he said, voice barely audible from how loud your heart was beating in your ears. your boyfriend was someone you loved, and you knew he loved you just as much. but he didn’t know this. this could change everything.

“uhm…” you stand to your feet, “what’s what?” you laugh, forcing a smile to your face.

“the books… I swear they-“

“it’s nothing, jisung.”

jisung snapped his head in your direction, tearing his eyes away from the books that had been levitating in the air not long ago.

“don’t lie to me.” he said, his eyes brows furrowing. his eyes pierce into yours, making you panic momentarily. you look away and walk to the other side of the room, approaching the desk.

you had done some research in the past and found that statistics that showed if people were to have magical powers, people would want them to go through testing, to be separated from society, no matter if it was someone they loved.

which is why, as jisung looked at you, you were moving things behind him as quietly as possible, just to make your escape easier.

“so when are you going to leave?” your free hand rises up from your lap and your fingers trace over your lamp that had gathered some dust over the past few days.

“what?” he seemed so perplexed by the idea that you almost let your guard down. you look at him briefly before looking away and sitting down on your desk chair.

“show me what you can do.” he says, walking over to you. you don’t move a muscle as you continue to look at the floor. he stands next to you and turns his back to the wall, looking out into the room from the corner you two were in.

silence fell over you two like a heavy blanket, almost suffocating you. you slowly tilt your head to look at him, your heart beating faster at the thought of this all going wrong.

did you trust him? yes, completely!

did you trust that he would be okay with this? not so much

“I’m not going to leave you unless you’re a killer or something, I swear.”

he said, and despite the lightheartedness to his words, his eyes spoke a different story. he was being honest and completely serious as he spoke.

you look over the pile of books that had yet to be moved since he came in. you look up to look into his eyes, as your hand began to twist, fingers bending in slightly as if you gripped the books - and they rose.

jisung didn’t realise yet, he was still looking at you. you flickered your gaze over the books quickly before looking back at him, wanting to see his reaction.

he looked over and instantly his mouth opened ever so slightly, a small gasp following short after as his his eyes widened.

you continued to watch his expression, as you moved the books around the air, making them dance in the air.

“…how?” he asks, never once looking back at you as he was mesmerised by your powers. your lips quirk up into a smile, as you two look over to your own masterpiece.

“I wish I knew.”

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagine #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #park jisung imagines #jisung imagine #jisung imagines #park jisung imagine #park jisung #nct jisung

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mizu-kie · 1 year

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Part 2....

Itoshi sae x reader

For context please read part 1

Tags:Angst, Guilt, Regret.

"Take care". Those were the last words you said in front of him. He regretted it that day for getting late on your date. He missed the time focused on practicing soccer; he showed up in the restaurant full of sweat, didn't bother to shower, and just changed his top.

Roaming his eyes around the place just to find you, he notices a group of people swarming in one alley. An ambulance rushes into the place. At first, he had no idea it was you and kept on looking for you; he can't even call you after all he rushes here and forgot his phone in his locker.

"I feel bad for her; look at her bruises; it's dangerous to let our children out in this place until people like those jerks roam around this world." the old lady said, which caught Sae's attention.

His world stops when he looks in your direction,its you. Getting into the ambulance,without any second thought he ran towards you without breaking any eye contact.

He burst into tears, looking at your situation. He regrets it even more. Helplessly looking at the ambulance getting far away, wishing you to be alright.

Sae bothers the police hour by hour about the update of those criminals who hurt and abused you,he nearly punch those bastard after they were caught 3 hours later but was stopped by the police.

He checks you through your room door again,he always checks on you, leaving you with a basket of fruits then runs to the exit its a feeling of guilt.

He's reflecting himself; he can't bear looking at you after all; it's his fault you ended up in that situation, his fault for being late. Not only that, but he never deserved you; he knew.

Every day, Sae can't focus on his soccer and visits your shared apartment outside. You called Sae again, but this time he stared at his phone, shaking his hand and debating whether to answer the phone. He is silently wishing for you to stop. And he received a message from you.

From:Love

When i met you two years ago when we visited and stayed in Madrid for six months,i went to a soccer match with my cousin who truly loves soccer (he really forced me to watch) but i didn't regret it because i met you there,your so good that i instantly have a crush on you, my cousin is a friend of one of your teammates and often invites your team that's how we officially met i know you don't have an interest with me that why i never really bother you that much but when we are leaving you ran towards me and ask me to be your girlfriend which made my heart jump in joy,after that we went into long distance which is hard but i understand before me your obsessed playing soccer, i cant just show to your life and stops or bother you with your dream, please don't give up being the best player cause im giving up this relationship, im sorry to bother you these years,im saying that i enjoy being with you and i love you i still do —im just giving up, those having crush on you turns into crushing me into pieces ,i know i deserves someone better . This will be the last time we'll be talking to each other. I love you; take care. My final good-bye.

He cried; he cries like a lost child who has lost his mother. He wanted you to stop, but he never meant it. He didn't think you were a nuisance. He always enjoys your company and loves all your stories, wishes, dreams, and gossip.

He loves you.

You don't know how much he brags about you in front of his teammates or how he smiles every time you embarrass yourself in front of him. I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm sorry he broke your heart. He hopes you can talk to each other again.Hoping for closure.

he's giving you peace. That's it.

However he still wants you,Sae will forever think he never deserved happiness.

#sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae angst #blue lock sae itoshi #itoshi sae #blue lock angst #blue lock x reader #blue lock

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sporeclan · 4 months

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All grown up <3

#clangen #clan generator #warriors oc #warrior cats #sporeclan #only two of them got to get their names :((((((((#you all have no idea how much i wanted to instantly burst into tears when spottedfrost saw mousegrove doing her best. sobbing. wailing even #also i love you piperkit. she cant stop talking about snails ever to the detriment of her family's sleep schedule and i love her for it #sc moons #sc:mousegrove #sc:piperkit #sc:finchkit #sc:spottedpaw #sc:spottedfrost #sc:cliffpaw #sc:cliffthicket #sc:foxspeckle #sc:oakfox #sc:minklake #sc:fadedtuft #a little fun fact i looked through the files to see what mushroompaws name wouldve been and it was mushroomprance... so cute </3 #im keeping cinnamonpaw's name a secret for now in case he ever returns #edit: i forgot to add the ages and genders................ sigh.............. its what i get for drawing while tired and exhausted

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itsb3a2 · 7 months

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traitor

As Y/N walked through the doors of the party, she could instantly feel a pair of eyes on her. As time passed, the feeling never left. After an hour at the party, she finally decided that enough was enough and wanted to know what the culture was. As she turned around, she locked eyes with no one other than Ethan Landry. Ethan Landry, known for his piercing gaze and enigmatic aura, was a well-known figure in the social circles of the city. Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she approached him. She wondered if he held the key to unravelling the mystery behind the intense scrutiny she had been experiencing all evening. "Well, we meet again, Y/N."

"What do you want, Ethan?" She said, her voice laced with a setan tone mixed with lust and anger. "I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see you again." Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Oh, Y/N, you always did have a way with words," he replied smoothly. "But trust me, seeing me again is not a coincidence. I have information that might just explain everything."

"What are you talking about, Ethan?" Y/N felt a sudden burst of confidence. She was determined to uncover the truth. "I won't stop until I find out what really happened that night." Just as Ethan was about to explain himself, a furrowed set of hands rested on Y/n's hip. "Hey baby, I've missed you." The voice was none other than Chad, her boyfriend, or whatever he was. Lately, he's been acting different and unlike the man Y/N fell for. He smelt strongly like cheap alcohol and a strong floral perfume. Y/N's heart sank as she realised that Chad's behaviour was becoming more concerning by the day. Determined to address the issues head-on, Y/N took a deep breath and mustered the courage to confront Chad about his recent actions. "Chad, where have you been?" She asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and apprehension. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed a flicker of guilt before he quickly averted his gaze.

"With Lacy," Ethan said ripping off the bandaid know that Chad would never.Y/N felt her heart sink already, knowing what was coming next. "I'm sor-." Chad's voice was cut off by the sound of Ethan's voice: "No, you're not, you dickhead; you've been cheating on her for months." Y/N's eyes felt the sprinkling of tears. as Ethan's words hit her like a punch to the gut. The room fell silent, and Y/N struggled to find her voice amidst the overwhelming betrayal she felt. She took a deep breath, trying to gather herself before finally speaking up. "How could you do this to me, Chad?" "I don't know; I don't know I'm; I'm so sorry you have no idea."

"No, you have no idea how this would feel. God, how could I be so stupid and naive to think you were with your cousin when you were really just fucking another girl?" Y/N's voice cracked with a mix of anger and hurt as she continued, her words trembling. "I trusted you, Chad. I thought we had something real, something special. But now...now I see that it was all a lie." Before she could realise what she was doing, she slapped Chad, grabbed Ethan's hand, and ran out of the room before the people understood what was going on. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." Ethan's voice was cut off by Y/N's lips crashing against his. "Wait, what are you doing? Y/N, you just broke up with Chad." Ethan said his brain was still fuzzy from their kiss.

"I don't care, Ethan; I've always liked you."

"Y/N, you know I've always been there for you as a friend, but this is a lot to process. Are you sure about this?" Y/N looked into Ethan's eyes, her own filled with determination. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Ethan looked into her eyes once more for confirmation, and once he got it, he leaned back in and kissed her, but this time it was much slower and filled with love. The kiss slowly got more heated, and then suddenly Y/N pulled back for air and asked the question that had been on her mind since the second they met. " Want to take this back to your car?"

"I thought you'd never ask, baby." Ethan said, looking down at her and leading her back to his car. parked just a few feet away. They hurriedly made their way to the car, eager to continue their passionate embrace in a more private setting.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #Spotify

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urauntiefaye · 5 months

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OMG i saw ur post about leehan with breeding kink (?)!!!!!!!!!!

ur writing really entertains me, thank u very much༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

if ur request is still open, can i request about me keeping my pregnancy a secret from Nicholas for 4 months and wanting to leave because I thought he would dump me for the safety of his career which has only been running for a year (even though he wouldn't do it!) || idol!nicholas x fem!reader 😙 || (scenario: i'm pregnant with a babygirl)

nicholas is my biaswrecker and i want to hear 'this' version 🤙

Those Two Little Lines-Nicholas(❤️‍🩹,🌸)

Word Count: 892

CW: Angst, Y/N AFAB, Pregnancy, Idol!XY/N, pet names(Nicho calls you his babydoll, doll) Mentions of female anatomy, fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Omggg anonie you have no idea how much that means to me 🥲. Also Nicholas is my bias and when I say I've had so many thoughts about this man 😭😭. But I hope this is what you meant and that you like it!. Story down below!

You and your best friend both sat on your bathroom floor. You were curled up in a ball, your hand through your hair as your friend rubbed your back. “God, I do not think I can handle this right now”, a heavy sigh left your lips as you looked at your friend. “I know babes, but hey I’m sure no matter what everything will be fine okay?” b/f/n, you looked up at them. Your eyes were puffy from crying, stress having taken a toll on you. “But what if he leaves me?”You said through broken sobs, your friend only giving you a look of pity. Not knowing how to respond. After a moment of silence and your friend holding you a loud beeping came from your phone, signaling that it has been five minutes. Both of you stood up, you took a deep breath, shaky hands reaching out to the tiny stick. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt your heart drop to your stomach following a strong burst of tears. “Shit!” you yelled loudly crying, slamming it back onto the counter, your friend held you close in attempts to comfort you as their eyes fell on the two little blue lines on the stick.

After a few months have passed, you have spent trying to figure out how to tell Nicholas of your pregnancy. Not only were you both so young, but you were worried he would leave you or convenience your to get rid of the child. Considering he has only been an idol for a year. You knew that he needed to put his focus on that. And the fear of how the fans would react if it got leaked to the public. Nicholas was already receiving some backlash for being in a relationship. Luckily most of the Lunes seem to love you. You tried to hide the pregnancy as much as you could while trying to figure out how to tell him. But with time going on it was getting harder and harder to hide it. You started to show signs of craving, and your belly started to swell a little, and your doctor appointments became more frequent for your regular check ups. It wasn’t until today that you had finally come to a decision. You had your anatomy ultrasound appointment today. The day where you found out your baby's gender. Once you heard the words “it’s a girl” fall from the doctor's mouth you couldn’t help but feel both excited and scared to say the very least. It was then that you had come to the conclusion that you must leave. You couldn’t put this kind of pressure on Nicholas and you couldn’t handle having to confront him. As you went home you instantly started packing your bags, grabbing only the necessities you needed. Your friend had agreed to let you stay with them in the meantime. As you were packing you felt a pair of warm hands grab your waist. “Baby? What are you doing?”, you immediately turned around, feeling all of the blood in your face disappear. “Nicho?, what are you doing home so early?”Nicholas looked at your open luggage and then back at you, confusion written all over his face. “We got let out early, are we going somewhere?”, the words ‘we’ made your heart ache a little. You stayed silent, words getting blocked in your throat. How the hell are you supposed to tell him, especially now. Emotions had overflowed you, causing you to break down into tears, Nicholas instantly becoming even more worried. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Holding you ever so tightly as if he was going to lose you if he had let go. “Doll, what is going on? You know you can talk to me right?” His words only make you cry harder. You told him everything, all of your worries. You speed talked all of it, coughing and trying not to break out into another sob. After what seemed like an hour of you crying you had finally calmed down, Nicho whipping away your tears, he held your face gently and had you look up at him. He smiled softly, evidence of him crying shown on his face. “First of all babydoll, I would never ever leave you because of something like this. Yes my career is important to me, but you are by far way more precious than that. Secondly, I love you more than anyone can ever comprehend, I will never stop loving you, and you being pregnant with our child is never going to stop that. Only thing that will change is that I now have two beautiful girls to love. So please, don’t ever think you have to hide or anything else from me okay? I want to be there with you, throughout every little step.” His words reaching your heart, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss upon your lips, a small sniff came from you “I-I’m sorry for not telling you”, he rested his forehead against yours as he held you, “there’s nothing to be sorry about my love, just promise me to never keep anything from me again, okay?” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear, “I promise” you whispered back, smiling up at him lovingly.

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drkmgs · 1 year

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Can you do Angst about when Reader is cold and gloomy like wednesday but they cry and shows their soft side because Wednesday hates them(Any gender is fine).

Loving you is torture...

Wednesday Addams x Male! Reader

Warning: pure sadness...

Thank you anon! I was in the mood for some Angst and might as well connect this with a male reader, cos men also cry! It's short but hurtful, I guess? I know it says male reader but honestly? You can still read it as gender-neutral reader...lol

When you enter the room, everyone knows it's you because they instantly feel goosebumps and shivers down their spine. You were known for your cold stone face and your gloomy mood, but more importantly, how you look, mid-length silver hair, a pale face, and icy blue eyes — The Ice King — your nickname.

Everyone avoids you and you didn't care as long as they're not talking ill of you, because why talk ill of someone you don't even know? Right, but there's a student, who seemed to dislike you the moment you stepped foot at Nevermore Academy and her name is Wednesday Addams. You're not certain as to why she hates you, was it because you were a new student and doesn't trust you? or is it because of something else?

The moment you saw Wednesday, you were magnetized by her. You have heard stories about last year's incident, but you couldn't blame her if she finds you suspicious, who wouldn't be on their toes when their first love turns out to be a serial killer monster controlled by a vengeful bitch who resurrected a murderous pilgrim? Yeah.

Soon you found yourself falling for the goth girl, secretly. Being in love with a girl who hates you is kinda morbid. You knew how painful this will be but you continued to love her, even if it was behind the doors of your room. You let her, hate you and you let, yourself love her.

Wednesday knew you were innocent. She knew she didn't have to put a barrier between you and her, but the spiders that are crawling inside her stomach every time she sees you, make her want to murder you. She hasn't felt this way, not even with Tyler. It makes her mad and hates you for causing it.

Confessing wasn't even on the list of choices, she didn't want to take the chance — of you being some kind of an evil maniac, she liked the idea of you being innocent. So, the only way to stop her feelings for you is to hate you.

You on the other end, you were already deeply in love. You knew if you continued your feelings for her, it would break you apart. As if you aren't breaking right now, you could see the loathe in her eyes and her hands in a fist, clearly ready to pounce at you anytime.

You wanted to say something but seeing her like that, you bit your tongue and dismissed the case. You watch her scoff at you and walked away. You could feel something stuck in your throat and stinging in your eyes. You tried blinking it away but it resulted in fluids dripping down your eyes.

You were crying. You'd never thought you'll be crying over a Wednesday Addams, but here you were with bloodshot eyes, surprisingly, it suited your icy blue eyes. You were certainly tired of thinking about as to why she despise you a lot. You had enough and want to clear this once and for all.

In no time you were bursting into her dorm room and slamming the door close.

"What did I ever do to you? What made you hate me so much? Because I-...Because loving you is torture and clearly I enjoyed it way too much. That my heart is breaking and I'm starting to feel numb every second that is passing by." You gritted your teeth at her and tears are spilling down your eyes.

"What do you want me to do about it? Comfort you?" Wednesday replied with her monotonous tone, not even looking at you, and continued to type on her Typewriter.

"No. I want you to watch me, how I crumble in front of you! How you broke me and lost your chance to feel loved! Okay, You won! I thought we could have been friends or more." bluish fire is soaring out of you as you walked out of her room.

Students ran away or hid in the nearest classroom, if any of them wasn't scared of you before, well now they are. You only calmed down as soon as you got into your room, the bluish fire extinguished as your breath evened out. You sluggishly slumped face down on your bed, tears slowly falling to your sheets, you buried your face onto the mattress and screamed.

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mavsstar · 2 years

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After Arvin’s empty threat you didn’t leave the house for 3 days in fear you would run into him. Lee had to coax you out of your room like you were a scared dog he was trying to rescue that he found on the side of the road.

“Dove, you have to go out at some point,” Lee sighed. “Lenora has been askin’ about you. What am I goin’ to tell her?”

You looked off to the wall as you tried to come up with an excuse. “You could tell her I’m still sad about my mama.”

Lee placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Are you still sad about that?” He sincerely asked. “You don’t really talk about it.”

“There isn’t much to talk about. She left and that’s that,” You shrugged.

“Don’t you miss her?” He questioned. “At least a little bit?”

You chewed on your lip as you thought about his question. “I do,” You said after a period of pure silence. “I miss the idea of the kind of mother I wanted. I’m grieving something I never once had.”

“Dove…”

“I was such an idiot,” You laughed through your nose as tears collected in your eyes. “Everytime she would give me a small hug or even a smile I would automatically forgive her, thinking she wasn’t the bad guy I made her out to be. The guilt would eat me up each time and I would think I was the bad guy. But then the cycle would repeat and in the end I would never learn my lesson.”

“I’m really sorry Dove.” Lee’s hands went straight to your hips and rubbed soothing circles on them, his favorite way of comforting you. Your hands wrapped his neck and you pulled him for a short simple kiss.

“S’okay,” You quipped. “I’m just a bit scared I’ll turn out like her when I have children.”

“You’ll be a great mother Dove,” Lee assured you. “Our children will absolutely adore you. I’m sure of it.”

“Our children?” You asked with a dopey smile. “You want children with me?”

“Who else would you have children with?” He playfully asked. “You plannin’ on leaving me?”

You instantly shook your head, “No ‘course not.” After a few seconds of silence you spoke again, “But do you really think of havin’ kids with me?”

“That's all I ever think about Dove. I just imagine you all big and swollen with my baby,” He said while rubbing your stomach. “Barely able to walk and you have to ask me for help. You have no idea how much I want it.”

“And how many does Sheriff Bodecker want?” You asked, your hands fixing his tie.

“As many as you want to have,” He answered. “You want 3? I’ll give you 3.”

“Fine but I want a bigger house,” You started.

“Done.”

“And a big yard for the kids to play in-”

“Done.”

You bit on your lip to contain the smile that was bursting at the seams, “I also want a nice flower garden-”

“Already in the making Dove. Anything else?”

“I want you to be there by my side as my loving husband.”

Now it was Lee’s turn to contain his smile. He placed his chin on top of your head and wanted nothing more than to stay in that exact moment until God decided his time on earth was up. “Then I’ll be just that Dove, a husband devoted to his loving wife.”

You went to pull away from his grip, Lee growled and encased you tighter against him. “Lee you have work, can’t be runnin’ late.” You mumbled against his work shirt.

After a couple seconds his grip loosened but still remained around your body, “You’re right. Fine I’ll let go.” He dropped his arms and proceeded to walk to the door. “Dove, I really want you to try and go out, we really need groceries.”

You followed right behind him towards the door, “I’ll try.”

Before he left the door, he kissed your forehead lovingly like he always does before leaving work. “Arvin won’t do a thing to you, I promise.”

After Lee left you headed towards the fridge. When you opened it you did indeed need

groceries. There was barely any food and all that was left was yogurt that was 3 days past its expiration date, a couple of eggs and the half eaten banana.

You mustered up all your courage and left the house. Good thing the grocery store was only a 5 minute walk. When you arrived at the grocery store you unfolded your grocery list and began to shop.

“There you are!” Lenora exclaimed, pointing her finger at you.

Startled, you jumped like a cat and clutched your list close to your chest. When you saw Lenora your body relaxed. “Jeez Lenora, you scared the crap outta me. You ain’t gotta yell.”

“Well I ain’t apologizing,” She said. “I haven’t seen you in 4 days. You haven’t been callin’ me. It seems like you’re been avoiding me. What the hell is goin’ on?”

Arvin is what’s going on, damn bastard has me shaking in my boots. “Nothing is going on,” You responded.

“Bullshit,” Lenora retorted. “Come on Y/N don’t start lyin’ to me, tell me what’s going on.”

One thing you could never do was lie to Lenora, she could see right through you like glass.

“I had a stomach bug,” You began your lie, hoping she would buy it. “It was terrible Lenora, I couldn’t stop throwin’ up. I could barely get up from bed.” You waited for a couple seconds, seeing if she would buy the cheap lie.

“Oh why didn’t you say something, I would’ve came over and made you some soup,” She chuckled. “That’s what friends are for silly. You are feelin’ better though right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, a lot better.”

“Good because you and I are going dancin’ this week.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “Dancin’? With who?”

“There’s some cute soldiers passin’ by and why not thank them for their service with a good time,” She beamed. “Who knows we might even find the one?”

You laughed, “Yeah the one to dance the devil’s tango with.”

“Either way we’ll have fun,” She winked. “What do you say?”

“As much as I would love to, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to go,” You said, grabbing fresh tomatoes. “I have a feelin’ Lee won’t be okay with that.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

You quizzically furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” She got close to your ear, whispering, “We can sneak out.”

You walked past the produce, heading to the cashier. “If we get caught Lenora it’ll be the end of us.” You handed your basket to the cashier while she scanned. “I’ve been caught before and trust me it ain’t fun.” You paid for your groceries and started to head out the store.

“We’re only young for so long Y/N,” Lenora whined. “We never have this kind of fun. Soon we’ll have to start looking for a husband, next thing you know we’re 25 with 2 kids and we didn’t have any fun.”

“Fine,” You gave in and stopped dead in your tracks, “But Lenora we cannot drink, got it?”

“Got it,” She repeated in a disappointed look.

“You girls goin’ to the dance?” A feminine voice asked.

You both turned your heads and saw it was Cheryl. She was sitting on the rails of the porch, filing her nails away.

Cheryl was a tall 27 year old woman with deep ginger curly hair that she often wore in two pigtails with bows. Her brows were always nice and kept and her teeth were pearly white. All the clothing she owned was 2 sizes too small for her to purposefully show off more skin than what was needed. She was a hairdresser by day and a whore by night.

You didn’t like Cheryl very much, you had your own reasons just like everyone else had. The only reason you talked to her is because she has the best tasting fruit and vegetables. She sure did like you though, she always greeted you with her famous smile and sometimes a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe,” You answered. “Are you?”

“Duh,” She said as if it was the most obvious thing. She got up from the rail and strided towards you, “A chance to meet me a stallion? Sign me up.” She tucked her nail file away in her back pocket, “You know you two should go, meet some nice boys and give them a very nice thank you. I’ll even take you.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, understanding her innuendo. “I think a dance is a good thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” She shrugged her shoulders. “If you do decide to go stop by the salon and I’ll get you both dolled up. It’s on the house.”

“Thank you Cheryl, we’ll let you know,” Lenora thanked her.

“We should really get going,” You started to pull Lenora away. “Have a nice day Cheryl!”

“You too sweetheart!” She waved goodbye, her eyes focused on the two of you.

Lenora waited until you were well out of her earshot to start talking. “It might just be me but I feel that there’s somethin’ off about that lady.”

“She’s a homewrecker Lenora,” You replied like it was nothing.

“What?” She gaped. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why Mrs. Watson is no longer Mrs. Watson and is now Ms. Banks.” You explained. “She said something about not being able to have certain men gets her gears goin’ and she will do anything to get them.”

“Jeez,” Lenora commented.

You went on with your day like usual, cleaned the house, made food, folded laundry, etc. When you finished you waited for Lee to come back home not only to ask him about his day but also about the dance.

“Dove, I'm home!” Lee yelled from the front door.

You walked towards him with your arms opened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, “How was work?”

“Pretty calm today,” He answered. “I’m enjoying it now because Friday night is goin’ to be absolute hell.”

“About Friday night…” You trailed off, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“What about it?”

“Lenora and I really want to go-”

“No, you’re not going.” Lee cut you off. “No way in hell am I goin’ to let you dance with them.”

“Aw come on Lee,” You attested. “It’s not like I’m goin’ to dance with them. Besides, you just told me I need to go out.”

“Dove you’re going to a dance to dance. I don’t want another man touchin’ what's mine.”

“Please Lee, I won’t even dance with them. You’re the sheriff, you’ll be there anyways watchin’ me.” You pulled out your puppy eyes, your secret weapon. “Pretty please.”

“My final answer is no.”

It was the day before the dance. You wanted to ask Lee again to go but you knew he would just say no again. You knew the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so why not make Lee’s favorite pie to let you go to the dance.You were at Cheryl’s backyard, picking the best looking peaches. She was close by, you could tell because it reeked of cigarette smoke.

“You goin’ to the dance?” She asked you.

“No, Lee said I couldn’t,” You answered, picking another peach.

“You might find it hard to believe but I used to be just like you Y/N,” Cheryl said, taking another drag of her cigarette. She saw your confused expression and continued, “I was quiet, obedient and innocent. Had I rebelled a little bit in my teen years maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“I really can’t do anything about it,” You shrugged. “He’s the sheriff, if I sneak out he’ll find out.”

“I understand him though, you’re a pretty young thing. Any man would fall to their knees the minute they see you,” She stepped closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you know. The man has been struck with cupid’s arrow.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, even if I was blind I would still know there’s something goin’ on between the two of you.” She took another drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. “Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone.”

You picked the last peach and stuffed it in your basket. “Well I got about 6 peaches, how much do I owe you?”

“Just keep them, not like I’m using them anyways.”

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yes I’m sure now get goin’ before Lee gets home and the pie ain’t finished.”

“How did you know I was goin’ to make a pie?”

“You only come here for fruit when you’re goin’ to bake a pie for him,” She responded. “It’s adorable, you must really like him.”

“I do,” You responded. “I really do.” You left Cheryl’s garden, rapidly walking home to start on the pie.

You’ve gotten so used to making pies that it didn’t take you long to make one. The only thing that bothered you was how long it took to bake. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth eating the leftover peaches while you waited for Lee to come home.

“Dove?” Lee called out for you. “I'm home!”

“I’m in the kitchen!” You yelled in response.

“Something smells good,” Lee complimented as he entered the kitchen. “What’cha making?”

“Peach pie,” You happily replied. “It’ll be done soon.”

“As much as I love your sweet pie,” Lee licked his lips, pushing you down on the counter. “There’s something sweeter I want to try.” Lee had a rather difficult day at work today. He had a racy dream the night prior about you sitting on his face, crushing him with your thighs and the image has been stuck ever since.

“Like what?” You nervously asked as he pushed up your skirt to your stomach.

“Relax,” He smirked, rubbing your legs to attempt to relax you. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

You nodded in response, not trusting your own voice. Lee planted kisses on your inner thighs, seductively sucking on your supple skin, being sure to leave marks. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach the higher he went. His fingers hooked the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down, throwing them to the side when he pulled them over your ankles.

His large hands spread your legs open and he started to dip his head down. Your breath was becoming labored, nervous yet excited to what was about to come. Lee licked a broad stripe on your pussy, the action made your legs close around his head. The action felt foregin, it wasn’t bad. Just different.

Lee repeated it again, only this time it felt so much better. Your labored breaths turned into gasps with every lick. You whined when Lee pulled away, “You want me to keep goin’?” He asked with a shit eating grin.

“Please never stop.”

Lee returned back to his favorite palace, your thighs and latched his mouth on your swollen clit. You tasted like heaven, he spent so many nights tossing and turning just dying for a taste. Just like last night. If he could, he would have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.

Your nails dug into your palms from the overwhelming pleasure you’re sure you drew blood but you didn’t care. Anything to keep feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You felt a familiar pressure building up only it felt stronger and it was coming faster than it ever has before. Your body moved on its own accord, helping you chase pure nirvana. Any coherent thought left your brain when you felt his tongue create intricate circles on your clit.

“That feels so g-good,” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “But I feel funny…” You started to prop yourself on your elbows.

Lee unlatched his lips for a brief moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers, keeping that pleasure going. “What do you mean funny.”

“Like I’m goin’ to pee,” You whispered in embarrassment.

Lee chuckled, pushing you back down gently. “I promise you, you’re not goin’ to pee. Just let it go.”

“Okay.”

You allowed yourself to let the pressure build up again, concentrating on letting it go. Just let it go Y/N. Just let it go. Yes. Yes. Oh god yes. Your legs tremble around his head as you let go. “Lee!” You shouted as you gushed on his face. When you realized what happened, you were absolutely mortified. “Oh my god Lee, I’m so sorry-”

“S’okay Dove,” He assured you. “It’ll happen sometimes, especially when you feel real good.”

Still stuck in your post orgasm haze you just nodded, “Uh huh..”

“My dumb baby,” Lee cooed as he heled you dress back up. You tried getting off the counter but your jelly-like legs made you fall down. You looked like a baby deer trying to learn how to walk. Lee luckily caught you but not without teasing you.

“Dove if you’re like this with my tongue alone, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like after taking m’cock.”

“Lee!” You gasped, lightly smacking his chest.

“What it’s true, I bet you won’t even be able to walk right after.” He placed his hand on your lower stomach, “Bet you’ll still even feel me right there.” Lee dragged you over to the dining chair, settling you on his lap.

“So Lee about the dance…”

“Still a hard no Dove.”

Well it was worth a try.

The day after the dance you passed by Cheryl’s house again. You and Lenora found a recipe to make a strawberry shortcake in her recipe book and decided to make it.

“So how was the dance?” You questioned, bending down to pick the strawberries.

“It was wonderful!” She cheerfully said. “Oh Y/N, darlin’ you should’ve been there. They were so cute and such gentlemen. My feet are sore from all that dancin’.”

“I’m glad you had fun Cheryl,” You smiled at her. You got back up, closing your basket. “Well I got everythin’ I need. I’ll see you later.”

You were walking out of Cheryl’s garden when you saw Arvin outside, waiting. “Hey Arvin,” You greeted. “What are you doin’ here?”

Arvin started to walk up to you, “I was just passin’ by. What are you doin’ here?”

“Came by to pick some strawberries,” You lifted your basket. “Cheryl has the best fruit in town.”

It looked like luck wasn’t on your side tonight when Cheryl peeked her head over the fence and yelled, “Tell your man to stop hoggin’ the pie and share some with me!”

Avin’s face dropped and he turned to look at you. “You’re still with him?” Arvin asked in disgust. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know Arvin I don’t get you,” You scoffed, having enough of Arvin. You were tired of him dicitaing your choices and you were about to let him have it. “Tellin’ me it ain’t right for me to be with Lee when you’re not so innocent yourself.”

“Because it isn’t.”

“You have no idea what is right and what is wrong.” You pointed your finger to his hard chest. “You’re nothing but a goddamn hypocrite,” You seethed through your teeth.

“I may be a lot of things but you can’t call me a hypocrite,” He declared, taking a step back.

“Really?” You questioned, your fists clenched by your sides. “What was Cheryl then? SHe was nothing?”

“That’s different,” He retorted. “You can’t compare that to this.”

“You’re right, it is different. What happened to you was worse.”

Not too long ago you found out about Arvin’s and Cheryl’s brief affair. You were at the station waiting for Lee to finish up. Cheryl sat right beside you drunk as a skunk, that’s when she let the secret slip out through her lips.

“You know, it’s a shame you’re lettin’ a guy like Arvin go,” She slurred out.

You cocked your head to the side, “Why would you say that?”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, “Not only is he a fine young man but he is great in bed.”

Your body stiffened at her statement, “You’ve slept with Arvin?”

“Oh honey the only reason we stopped is because you came along otherwise we’d be going at it like rabbits.”

You were beyond shocked but you felt the need to know every single detail you could get. “When did it start?”

“Last summer,” She answered in a dreamy tone. “There he was being cute as a button and I just couldn’t resist. He had no idea what to do, poor sweet thing.”

“But wasn’t Arvin just about to turn 17? Ain’t that illegal?”

“Shh,” She shushed you. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Arvin was about to open his mount, getting ready to protest but you spoke before he had the chance. “You better not tell me it’s because you’re a guy. That is nothing but horseshit.”

“A man has needs Y/N.”

You scoffed, “Please, you don't think I have needs?” Arvin remained quiet and chewed the inside of his cheek. “If it’s not so wrong like you saying it is, how come no one knows about it?”

“Because it's no one's business,” He retorted. “And it’s definitely not yours.”

“Then what goes on between Lee and I isn’t any of your business,” You countered, crossing your arms. “All I know is Lee has treated me with nothin’ but respect. He sees me for more than what is between my legs, can’t say the same thing about you.”

“So really Arvin, who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life?” You continued. Arvin again stayed silent. “Arvin you mean a lot to me but if we’re going to be like this all the time then it’s best we cut off ties before it gets really nasty and one of us gets hurt.”

Arvin truly loved you and would’ve done anything to keep you close. Even now he still wants you close but with Lee in the way, he doesn’t think he has the strength to sit back and watch it all happen. “I can’t just not do anything Y/N. Not when I’m watchin’ you being taken away from me to a man that doesn’t deserve you.”

“So this is it then?”

“I don’t know…I need some time Y/N.” It was the last thing Arvin said before walking away.

Arvin sulked with his hands in his front pockets all the way home. He weighed both options, stay and lose you to Lee or leave and lose you to Lee. He wasn’t going to win in the end but at least he could have you close by. Then he thought about how much it would hurt to witness you live the life he wanted to live with you.

The cherry on top of his night was when he saw Lee parked right outside his house. Anger flashed through his body and stormed right up to Lee.

“What are you doin’ here?” Arvin fumed, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“Came here to drop Emma off,” Lee calmly explained. “I saw her walkin’ alone and I gave her a ride. Is there a problem?”

“You know damn well there’s a problem,” He spat out. “You need to leave Y/N alone or else.”

“Or else what? You and I both know there’s no way in hell I’m goin’ to do that,” Lee dismissed Arvin. “At least not on my own will.”

“I’m goin’ to make sure the whole town finds out the kind of person you are, I swear by it.”

“Go right ahead boy, I ain’t scared of you,” Lee said. “But do that and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Lee decided he had enough and left Arvin. He drove off in a hurry to get out of his presence. He saw Arvin as some parasite you just couldn't get rid of but he was going to do it and he was going to do it the hard way. He only knew one person who could really help him voluntarily. So he stopped by their house, knocking on their front door.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, what can I do for you sheriff?”

“I need a favor from you Cheryl.”

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I just saw you reblogged the most to least likely to crush on y/n and I was wondering if there was ever an ask sent in on how all the platonic yanderes would act if we crushed on them. It's such an intoxicating idea to me like !!!!!!! I wonder who would welcome us with open arms and take care of us, I just love all the potential fluff PLUS the added spice of possessiveness 😏

Something about the thought of the boys being overjoyed that we like them just floods my brain with serotonin. Like I'm smiling as I type this!! I love seeing your reblogs of your older posts because I get to indulge in your stuff again.

Have a good day <3

ahhh thank you for your kind words akjsndsjkann! ayy hmm I don't know if I got sure an ask before - sorry to anyone who actually did send this in before :') enjoy!

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Confessing Your Crush

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Plucking up the courage to confess your crush to your close friends was never going to be an easy task, but you being you, had a spur of the moment inspiration, and blurted everything out the instant the two of you were alone. Pouring your heart out about your crush on them, you can only squeeze your eyes shut waiting for their reaction.

Mikey and Izana would welcome your admission with open arms, whether they actually return your romantic feelings or not. These boys would be especially smug about it as well. Saying things like "of course you do, it's me" and making you confess again and again until your face turns red because they want to hear those precious words spilling from your lips - before they finally accept your confession and ask you out officially. Never gets old listening to you say that you loved them after all. But don't get them wrong, they aren't trying to embarrass you or anything; in fact, these two are absolutely elated. Over the moon. Of all of the boys around you, you fell for them. Wouldn't make a huge event of it, but both Mikey and Izana would still celebrate in some form, maybe take you out for a ride on their bike and grab a drink. Definitely encourage your crush to grow as much as they can, returning your love (whether they were pretending or not) so that you would never even think of leaving them. Their possessiveness over you probably wouldn't increase much given how much they already obsess over you and your attention, but these two boys would absolutely try to wield your crush on them against the others as an excuse to get even more time with you.

Kazutora on the other hand would instantly break down crying even before you started talking: he was already stressed from you asking to talk to him alone, assuming all the worse outcomes, like you wanting to leave him, you moving out of the country. You'll have to spend the next few minutes soothing him first before you can actually start your confession, but all your hard work goes down the drain the word "crush" spills from your lips because he immediately bursts into tears again. This baby boy absolutely can't believe his ears - you had a crush on someone like him? Hope you have nothing in your calendar and that you are comfortable, because he wouldn't be letting you go for a while as he processes what you just said, making you repeat yourself again and again so that Kazutora can be sure he heard right. It's to the point you stopped being embarrassed yourself, so you were kinda grateful. Accepts the moment his little head starts turning again, definitely brings you out to celebrate with a shared ice cream or bubble tea. Not sure how it's possible, but this boy gets even more possessive after you two started dating - clings harder than ever, refusing to let you go no matter what.

Koko wouldn't know know how to react to your confession. This boy would stumble to the closest seat, and just sit there gulping like a goldfish when you were done; doesn't even respond when you finally overcame your embarrassment and try to gently poke him for a reply, for a sign of life even. Eyes staring blankly ahead, you can probably clearly see the gears stuck trying to turn behind his eyes. Of course, you being you, decided to just patiently wait for the boy to figure things out. Koko would suddenly spring back to life, whirling around to look for you only to realize you were still there in the same spot. Flushing to the roots of his hair while rushing to reply to you. Wants so bad to immediately accept your confession and ask you out, but can't help rambling about how he was so lucky, and how you wouldn't regret it, about school and Inupi maybe, before finally getting to the point. Expect an all-out lavish celebration following this, Koko would be more than happy to spend on you and on this special day. Inupi gets somehow roped in as well. Possessiveness spikes quite a bit after you two start dating - you don't get to be alone quite as often anymore, finding your now-boyfriend trying to follow you around everyone and sicking the Black Dragons on anyone he deemed the slightest threat.

Rindo and Taiju would straight up just deny that you had a crush on them. These very grumpy boys definitely heard your confession right (you repeated it again just to make sure), but for one reason or another just simply can't accept that you did. Tells you that you are mistaken and that you didn't in fact love them, and that it was just a crush, a phase that would pass, which would absolutely wretch your heart in two. But unknown to you, its not that these two boys don't return your love, its more like they're internally panicking and have no idea how to react to this surprise sprung on them. You'll be crying after being so brutally rejected (or so you think), and they still won't let you leave, letting you sob into their chest and tug at their clothes while patting your back, all but piggy backing you to the nearest cafe to buy you ice cream. But no matter how much their words did hurt, neither Rindo nor Taiju would let you take it back - they indirectly accepted your confession a few days later at a 'celebration' they never told you about, so guess you're dating now. Get so much more possessive over you and your time and attention - these two boys now see it as their responsibility to keep you safe at all times, including teaching you not to be so easily 'influenced' by others, so be prepared to be the unwitting close for so much beatings much to the pain and horror of your schoolmates.

Ran and Hanma would most likely already expect what you had to tell them from the start, maybe even a few days before when you had made up your mind to get it out and over with. You had asked to speak to them alone, but for reasons you didn't understand, they turned up with a cup of your favourite drink already in hand. These two boys would take the opportunity to tease you non-stop about your little crush on them the moment you are done, telling you that you were so cute to have a crush on them, and that they were flattered by your innocent crush. Outright playing with your head, messing with what you said, making you repeat yourself again and again insisting that you weren't lying and that your crush was genuine - to the point you don't even realize Ran and Hanma had accepted your confession half an hour ago and that you had transitioned to talking about your day. And you don't realize it until you find yourself at home after spending the whole day out and about with them, your new boyfriend having you brought you around to all your favourite spots in celebration. These two see no reason to get any more possessive about you since you do the work for them, happy to stick close to them - minimal work for them to threaten the remaining few irritating dirtbags away from you.

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