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lologoinsolo · 4 months ago

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Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Cats and Their Men Masterlist.

“Sir, I’m telling you.” You sit up a little more, “you cannot get a rabies shot from the vet.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing but also, you can believe it. “If you are worried that you have rabies then you need to go to the doctor.” You’ve repeated this so much that the man finally leaves in a huff. Well not before cussing you out for being a bitch to him. “Not shopping here anymore, my ass.” Mocking how he yelled that out before he left the store.

You take a breather when you start to get worked up. Rubbing your face like one would a cat, the smock you’re wearing is slightly wet and it’s making your skin prickle. You managed to get Jessica to let you start bathing two days ago. You figured it would be easier than working the register up front. Boy… were you wrong. The dogs are great, usually, but the pet owners or “Pet Parents” as the groomers say are not great, mostly.

Your eyes flicker over to the computer, you were making a ton of cold call to entice people to take their dogs in for bath or haircut when that guy was very insistent about needing to a rabies shot. “Can’t believe this—“ you start off but something catches your eyes. A man with a beard and a dark blue beanie is walking by holding some kitten salmon bags. A cat is walking right behind him. “Uh, sir!”

You stand up and come around to greet him. He must not’ve heard you with how he still walks. “Sir!” You yell a little louder and he pauses, turns around and looks at you. “Your cat,” you point down to the cat that’s now licking their toe beans. “They need to be leashed or in a kennel. They can’t be walking around.” It’s not safe, especially with other animals. The cat could get lost or worse! You start walking towards him, you plan on offering to help at least hold his cat for him.

He looks where you pointed and then looks at you coming up to him. “That’s not mine.”

You blink at him, your hands start to land on your hip. You’ve heard a lot of dumb things today but this is taking the cake. “Really?” You squint at him when the cat starts to rub at the man’s leg. “Sir, I understand that they are doing well by staying by you but it’s not safe—“

“Miss,” he cuts you off, he moves the kitten food to one arm, “I don’t have a cat.” He leans a little on his side, his chin tucks to his chest. There’s a spark of amusement in his deep blue eyes.

You can’t believe this. He’s holding kitten food in his hands, granted that cat isn’t a kitten but still! You take a deep breath, your patience has been running from you and you try to catch it once more. “Sir, the cat—“ just as you’re about your speech a man starts running up in your peripheral.

“Ah, there you are, love!” A familiar sound comes from the side, a dashing smile as always and slightly messed up face. “Was wondering if I’d catch you again— Sir?” Kyle turns from you and then looks slightly shocked. They know each other? “What are you?” He trails off when he sees the bag, “Oh, you’re cat sitting, I thought Johnny was gonna cat sit Bailey?” His arms cross a little, the puzzled look on his face brightens when he spots the cat doing a figure eight around the bearded man’s legs.

The man’s lips thin into a line, “Johnny’s needed, he had to head out.” Sadly, he ignores the cats affection, and then the older man looks from you to Kyle and then back to you. Something must’ve clicked in his head as his heavy brows lift just the slightest “I don’t have a cat, Miss,” he says to you, “bloke probably followed me in.” Kyle comes close and crouches, squatting right in front of the man. The cat perks up and nudges right against Kyle’s waiting hand.

“Looks like you, sir.” And the cat kinda does, there’s matching brown on the cats face, almost like a beard, and deep blue eyes, same as the man’s. “Just missing a cigar and fishing hat. Or beanie.”

“Garrick.” The older man’s voice is tight and looks on the edge of sounding like authority.

“Sir?” Kyle seems either none the wiser or is purposefully playing ignorant. He looks up with a grin, “it's fate, that’s your cat now.” He laughs and the older man looks none too happy. “Cat distribution center is at it again. Johnny will not be pleased one bit.”

“I don’t want the cat.” He looks to you and you shake your head side to side, same for your hands as you shake them in front of you.

“Sir, we can’t hold animals here.”

The man sighs long suffering like and Kyle laughs a little louder. “Face it, John,” he moves his hand down the cats back, who is now purring up a storm at all the loving, “he’s yours,” he lifts the cat's leg slightly to see the gender and the cat must think Kyle’s playing. He lets out a little noise and proceeds to curl and grip Kyle’s hand. Bunny kicking and licking at Kyle’s fingers. “Playful little guy.” Wiggling his hands some more and the cat pounces.

John, now that you know his name it’s rather suiting for him, tilts his head back with a sigh. The dark blue beanie he’s wearing scrunches slightly at the top. He mutters something under his breath about needing a smoke. Kyle continues playing with the cat and you wonder if that’s how he’s gotten more cuts on his hands and face. His kitty probably plays too roughly.

But, what are the odds that 3 men are back to back finding cats? You laugh a little and John tilts his head down towards you. Your laughter does and give him a sheepish smile, “don’t laugh now, sweetheart. You’re gonna help me with him.” His beard moves slightly as he looks none too happy. His cat really does look a little like him. Grumpy. You look to the empty grooming salon and then back at the two. Kyle has long since stood with the cat now up in his arms.

“Wonder if he’s old,” Kyle muses as he stands beside you, you in the middle of the two walls of man and muscle. “Would be a real match, eh, John?” The little nudge at age merely makes the older gent huff a laugh.

“Don’t test me, Garrick.” There’s no real bite in his words save for the twinkle in his eyes. You excuse yourself to go grab a cart for the two men, the grooming salon is as empty as can be. Jess can handle it, you think with a shrug as you walk on back. Pushing the cart and when you get close, you hear that they’re discussing names. Well, Kyle is at least.

“Could call him John Jr.” he holds up the cat a little, “beard boy, cigar, wonderer.” His names get worse and worse and you finally step in with a—

“How about Louis?” Both men look at you and you shuffle under their gaze, “that’s an old man name. I don’t really think the cat’s old though. Maybe 3 or 4 years old?”

There’s a little pause and you wonder if you should have went back to the grooming salon. “Old man name, huh?” John places the salmon kitten bag in the cart and quirks a brow to you. Kyle plops the cat down in the cart and already he’s off to sniffing the contents. “Just looks old, got a good amount of years left on him though. Ain’t that right, boy?” He moves his hand slowly to the cat. Louis purrs deeply and rubs right against his dad’s hand. Kyle says something, probably a tease, but you’re too entranced at what you see. A man that oozes strict authority, is being incredibly gentle in petting.

You really do need to work on your judgement. “Speaking of names,” you cough slightly, looking to Kyle whose’s already grabbing a nice looking cat bed. 2 to exact, his cat is definitely spoiled, “What’d you name your girl after all?”

“Oh, yeah, that…” He gives a small smile making your brows turn up. You think the worst, you really hope he didn’t give her away but you don’t know his circumstance or his home life. Just before you spiral he speaks, “don’t laugh, but her name is Marina.” You breathe a sigh of relief you didn’t know your were holding in. But you start to look downright puzzled at why he think you’d laugh. “She’s,” Kyle starts, he seems a little squirmy now, “she’s named after that lady on Sinbad… you know… the one with Eris in it and Sinbad had to—“ it starts to click.

“Oh!” Your noise alerts Louis who was making biscuits on one of the beds, “I remember that movie. Very regal sounding and I think it’s very fitting considering Marina was a bit sassy.” You loved her character in that movie. “She’ll look even cuter in that pirate costume with a name like that.”

“Thank you,” he sighs in relief, “Johnny thought it was dumb. Wanted to name her Rugrat,” he scowls, “course he was taking a piss but still.”

“Well,” you pull a face at that, “this Johnny has no idea what he’s talking about. I thought you said he was good with names?”

John’s eyes squint as he scoffs. “He can’t name shit.” He’s heard all the stupid names that the Scot has given his bombs. Cannot hear about another ‘BoomBoom’ or ‘Bigbooming’ without wanting to roll his eyes. Hard.

You laugh at this Johnny’s expense. You have a feeling that with the way this has been going… you’ll probably meet him sooner rather than later. It’s a real small world that the men you’re talking to also happens to be friend. Weird coincidences…

You end up joking back and forth with Kyle the entire time you take them around the store. Kyle’s been picking up more things for his baby and Louis is snoozing on the cat bed like the “old man” that he is. You give John the full rundown just like the two men before. He takes in your information like you’re giving him instructions on how to build a ship, very laser focused. Every time you looked away he’d follow you to keep eye contact. Your cheeks have never been warmer…

Eventually you get them both back to the grooming salon. Rather than making them go up front you use the register here to start scanning their items. Even slid them some coupons and discounts much to John’s strong disagreement. You bagged all their items and passed them both their receipts, giving Louis one last rubbing that wakes the old grump up. You quietly apologized for your transgressions and wave at the men once they take their leave. John gives a nod but Kyle waves back, you barely catch what Kyle says as they start walking away.

“…m’s gonna be back this week or next, sir?”

“This week, Gaz. Now help me load my truck.”

“Yes, sir. Johnny is gonna be livid that you have a cat now.”

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rmview · 6 months ago

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another member likes you, TXT.

featuring — txt members x f!reader ( masterlist )

summary — how the txt boys react when noticing that one of their group members has a crush on you!

contents — slight angst, no warnings.

soo ❣ bin

soobin noticed the way kai looked at you — the lingering glances, the quick smiles. at first, he brushed it off. he’s just being nice and i’m probably overthinking this, he told himself. but the way your name lit up in conversations, how his tone softened when he spoke to you… soobin couldn’t ignore it anymore.

one evening, as the two of you were cuddled on the couch, soobin hesitated before speaking. “i need to ask you something,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

you sat up slightly, concern written across your face as you turned your attention to him instead of the tv. “what is it?”

he fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. “do you think… do you think he likes you?”

you blinked, caught off guard. “what? who?”

soobin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “one of the guys. i don’t want to name names to make you uncomfortable, but… i can’t help but feel like he has feelings for you.”

your heart softened at the hesitance in his tone, not really caring about which member felt that way since you viewed them all as friends. “soobin, you’re the only one i care about. even if someone else felt that way, it really doesn’t matter to me.”

though your words reassured him, soobin couldn’t shake off his protective instincts, wanting some clarity. later that night, he approached the member in question. “i need to talk to you,” he said, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by quiet firmness, knowing despite everything, he could be open with kai and resolve the issue calmly.

when the truth came out — that kai indeed had a little crush on you — soobin let out a shaky sigh. “i can’t control how you feel, but i need you to respect what we have,” he said. “she’s important to me, and i won’t let anything come between us.”

yeon ❣ jun

yeonjun was confident in your relationship and trusted both you and his members fully, but even he couldn’t ignore the tension growing whenever you and beomgyu were in the same room. at first, yeonjun chalked it up to friendship. but the way beomgyu seemed to light up around you, the lingering stares… it started to gnaw at him.

one evening, after a group dinner, yeonjun casually threw his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked home. “so,” he started, his tone light but laced with curiosity, yet wanting to get to the bottom of the situation. “do you ever notice how beomgyu acts around you sometimes?”

you tilted your head, confused at the unusual question. “what do you mean, jun?”

yeonjun chuckled, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. “you don’t think he’s… interested in you or anything, right?”

you laughed softly at his words, shaking your head. “ah, is that what you think? i don’t know, even if he were, it wouldn’t change how i feel about you.”

yeonjun’s confidence returned, satisfied with the reassurance and he pressed a kiss to your hair. “good,” he said. but a few days later when he found himself alone with beomgyu, he couldn’t help but bring up the topic.

“hey,” yeonjun began, leaning casually against the doorframe of the practice room and fidgeting with his bottled water while beomgyu scrolled on his phone. “i want to ask you something, and i need you to be honest, yeah?”

when beomgyu admitted his feelings after some poking and uneasy hesitance, yeonjun’s expression softened slightly. “look, i get it. she’s amazing,” he said. “but she’s with me. i don’t want this to mess up our friendship — or the group. just… be careful, okay?”

beom ❣ gyu

beomgyu noticed the way soobin seemed to seek you out in conversations, laughing a little too hard at your jokes, and lingering in your presence. at first, he found it funny. “well, at least he’s got good taste,” he joked to himself. but the more he noticed it, the more it started to bother him despite his endless trust in you and his leader.

one morning, as you cooked breakfast after staying the night at the dorms with him, beomgyu blurted out when nobody was around, “do you think soobin has a crush on you?”

you blinked in surprise, glancing back at him owlishly with a spatula in hand. “what? no way! why would you think that?”

beomgyu leaned back on the stool, crossing his arms with a slight frown. “because i see the way he looks at you. i mean, i don’t blame him — you’re amazing — but it’s starting to get on my nerves a little.”

you put the spatula down and reached for his hand over the counter, squeezing it gently. “beomgyu, i’m with you. that’s all that matters, and i wouldn’t change it for anything. but also, he cares about you a lot no matter whatever his feelings are, so don’t let it get to you.”

he smiled and nodded, though the worry lingered despite your words making sense and he left the topic alone for the rest of the week. but one day when he caught soobin staring at you from across the room unblinkingly while you played a game with yeonjun, beomgyu couldn’t resist teasing the member in question. “hey,” he said, throwing an arm around soobin’s shoulder. “you’ve got good taste, but you know she’s mine, right?”

when soobin froze and stammered an apology, his ears red, beomgyu chuckled but then grew serious. “i’m not mad,” he said. “but i love her, and as my leader and friend, i need to know you’ll respect that.”

tae ❣ hyun

taehyun was perceptive — too perceptive for his own good. he noticed the smallest details, like how yeonjun seemed to look at your reaction to his jokes and antics or the way his teasing demeanor changed around you. taehyun didn’t say anything at first, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on the situation.

while you and him were on a quiet walk one night as he took you home, he couldn’t help but breach the topic. “hey, i want to ask you something,” he said, glancing down at you.

“what is it, tae?” you replied, concerned by the serious look in his eyes despite his mask covering most of his face, your hand in his.

“do you think yeonjun likes you?” he asked bluntly, not beating around the bush.

you stared at him in shock for a few moments, before shaking your head. “taehyun, no. why would you think that?”

“because i see the way he acts around you sometimes,” taehyun said, his voice calm but firm. “i’m not jealous or anything — i just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”

you stopped walking and turned to face him, grasping both of his hands and smiling softly underneath your mask. “you don’t have to worry about anything, i only care about you.”

relieved at your words but still cautious since it was an itch he couldn’t forget, taehyun approached the topic when he got home that night and bumped into yeonjun directly. “i know how you feel,” he said, his tone respectful but unwavering as he spoke bluntly without thinking. “but i need you to back off. she’s with me, and i won’t let anything come between us.”

kai ❣

huening kai was usually easygoing, but he couldn’t ignore the way taehyun seemed to have a tendency to drift toward you, taking closer seats whenever you were at the dorms or trying to prolong conversations with you. at first, kai tried to brush it off as his own imagination, but as time went on, it became harder to ignore.

“kai, are you okay?” you asked one evening, noticing his unusually quiet demeanor while you were helping him fold some of his clothes in his messy room.

he hesitated mid-fold before blurting out, “do you think taehyun has a little crush on you?”

your eyes widened as you nearly dropped the shirt in surprise, finding it hard to believe since the chatty guy usually came off as friendly. “what? no, i don’t think so, at least. why would you say that?”

kai shrugged, fidgeting nervously. “it’s just… i’ve noticed the way he acts around you. i don’t know — maybe i’m just overthinking it.”

you walked to kai and sat him down, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh. “you have nothing to worry about, whether it’s true or not. i’m with you, and taehyun adores you too much to hurt you, so that’s all that matters.”

though your words comforted him, kai later found himself pulling taehyun aside before practice the next day. “hey,” he said softly but seriously, taehyun equally as owlish. “i don’t want there to be any weird tension between us, but i can’t ignore what i’ve noticed. she’s my girlfriend, and i need to know you’ll respect that.”

taehyun immediately apologized and reassured him that it was superficial and he just found you interesting, kai smiled gently. “it’s okay. i just… i love her, and i don’t want anything to mess that up.”

notes: the txt boys are so cute and this was so much fun to do! (i guess fluffy content isn't cutting it for me anymore xD)

#txt #reactions #txt x reader #txt headcanons #txt fluff #txt fanfic #soobin x reader #soobin headcanons #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun headcanons #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu headcanons #taehyun x reader #taehyun headcanons #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai headcanons #txt imagines #txt preferences #txt reactions

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honeyhotteoks · 2 months ago

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yunho's fromm messages this morning.......... (and some extended thoughts on this man and his very obvious dom vibes, we've got a brand here at honeyhotteoks and i need to talk about it again before i die)

the messages in question:

🐶: yes, yes, you're such a greedy one (a little selfish one) 🐶: be mine, you're mine. 🐶: yes, yes, i'm yours.

transl credit to @/jyhcomfort on twt, i know there's a few alternate translations floating around that say "i'm greedy" or "i'm a greedy one" / one of my friends said via context it makes more sense to be "i'm greedy" but for delulu purposes..... either way..... my feelings are the same under the cut

cw: nsfw discussions about dom/sub dynamics and various connected kinks. as always, i am not being so delulu about this that i actually think i know him. this is all fun and speculation and at this point he's just my muse for the romance novel version of him. okay.....

i tweeted the below the other day (video link here) but like seriously he just keeps proving me right and i have thoughts i gotta get off my chest before i combust.

so i've just been thinking about this whole thing since someone on twitter made a little joke about him being a bitchless kpop idol, which like... i know people got upset, but i'm sure that was just a joke, and that's not really what this is about i've been seriously cooking on the duality of this man for the past few days and have things to say.

first of all...... i've talked about this a million times, but when i say this man is a dom what i mean is that he has the potential for all this stuff, i have no idea what he's actually doing in his private life. he could literally be waiting for marriage for all i know, but i do think you can tell in someone's personality who would kind of be good at something 'naturally' if they got into it / went that direction.

something yunho's been doing a lot recently is showing more of himself physically / showing more skin / being a little more suggestive overtly in his content which is something pretty new for him. he's always been hot and has been sexy on stage, but as far as his personal content, this is pretty new for him. this to me is classic like.... he's gained confidence in the past few years, gotten into his mid twenties where you start to get a little more self assured with your own body or expressions of sexuality, etc. BUT the way that he's sharing this content i think is interesting and indicates to me that he knows what kind of reaction this is going to get from his fans, and he enjoys it.

he's been burying sexier pictures within his ig albums as not the first picture, with the first one being a little cute or just regular idol style pics. prime examples below --

in both of these cases, these are the "sexy shot" but he puts them in the middle of the albums. then when fans freak out or ask him about it on live/fromm his responses are usually something along the lines of "ohhh it wasn't too much was it? ah, no ofc i'll keep it just to that" etc. it would not surprise me in the least if he enjoyed the thought that we're all losing our shit when we swipe to these pics / our reactions online after not only give him a bunch of compliments but shows how riled up we are. that is CLASSIC dom behavior.

in a sexual context, this might look something like..... a dom casually touching or implying sex to their submissive over the course of a day but not really acknowledging it / playing off their submissive's reactions as cute/funny or in a meaner context, ignoring it all together. at the end of all that teasing though is the dom in control and verbally messing with their sub while finally, finally delivering the pleasure they were hinting at. this is something i am so positive yunho would excel at with the right partner.

that combined with the way he talks to hotteoks in fromm really gives the impression that he knows they enjoy being teased, and i truly don't think he would act like that if he didn't like it. he's been in the idol game long enough, if he wanted to set different boundaries or speak to his fans differently, he absolutely could. meanwhile he's out here playing straight into the delulu trends with birthday lockets and wedding flowers and boyfriend-y pics all the time on ig. not to mention the zayn song.... like he knows what he's doing.

he often teases hotteoks about being so flustered over him, plays into how 'jealous' he can be, and overall just leans in hard to d/s dynamics in a way that tells me it's quite natural for him. even just how often he says things like 'you're mine' / 'i'm yours' / 'you know you're mine right?' / 'yes you belong to me' etc. in his fromms just reads completely as a dominant establishing and reinforcing those ownership dynamics.

when it comes to other parts of his personality, i've talked about that at length in other posts (eye contact, natural leadership, body language, active listening, etc.) but i've really noticed a shift in him recently and can't get it off my mind.

on top of that, there have been a few moments on stage or with other members lately that really ring dominance. i'm very specifically thinking of the way he interacts with mingi and wooyoung, which i've written about before, but...... he's consistently holding eye contact with them lately, teasing them in ways that are platonic yes, but also just part of that natural part of him that wants to mess with someone who will break. like.... did yunho have to hold wooyoung's jaw while they were kneeling during halazia? probably not, but he did it. and the smile afterwards when wooyoung got a little flustered was clear satisfaction with the reaction he got.

generally i think there's an impression that some people have that because yunho's so "nice" or so goofy/dorky/sweet/thoughtful/bashful etc., that means he doesn't have as much rizz or like wouldn't be into dynamics like this or harder kinks. i have to say..... that to me always reads like inexperience, with men potentially, maybe sex, and/or these dynamics in particular. in my experience, it's often the sweet guys who can switch it up in bed, and i would even say they often make better/safer doms because they are caring/considerate/attentive to their partner's comfort and pleasure, not just their own or if they're being perceived as sexy. it's not a hard rule of course, everyone's different, but i'm just saying, yunho being a nice guy doesn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't enjoy teasing the fuck out of his partner.

all of this is to say........................ if hasn't figured out his dom potential yet, i sincerely hope he does because i think it's such an obvious fit for him.

#honeyhotteoks update #another yunho manifesto for you #i just am so brainrotted for this fucking guy #yunho hard hours #yunho hard thoughts #yunho #atz

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1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1 · 21 hours ago

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What if the reader is a TV host? Like full on 'WELCOME TO THE SHOW' with bright luminous lights in the background kinda guy. you can take the liberty on whether they are a desperate attention seeker or a creepy Mandela catalogue kinda host. But it's just the reader is a big yapper with bright attention seeking colors.

I'm thinking the reader doesn't really know if their killing cuz their desensitized to the show biz and just think everything 'all part of the network folk!'

They might also be one of the worst killers because they are more used to being an omnipotent narrator then an in action kinda host.

I just think it be really funny if reader hits the survivors with the SPARKLE ON! IT'S WEDNESDAY! DON'T FORGET TO BE YOURSELF!!!

HEEEEEELP ME THIS IS SUCH A PEAK IDEA,, wow look at me doing my first both survivors and killers,, this is why this took so long btw 😭😭

ANYWAYS I KINDA MESSED UL THE BANNER SINCE YOU SAID BRIGHT COLORS BUT ILL WRITE FOR BRIGHT COLORS COUGH

defo ooc an typos but idrc 😭

coughs ENJOY

Forsaken Characters × TV Host!Killer!Reader

Noob

well,, they are definetly scared of you, like they are of everyone else that has a job to get rid of them all.

They're not wrong for it too, better be safe than sorry!

Although you are the killer that has probably caused the least harm to them, since your,, killing,, skills are a bit rusty

You randomly pause, come up to them, and ask random questions. Like you're still on stage.

Most of the time, they don't answer, quickly drinking a cola and running away as fast as they can.

Elliot

Hes,, pretty neutral about you.

Not really worried about you being a threat, since most of the time he can easily loop you.

You definitely greet him with something along the lines of "Hello pizza boy !!" With an almost mocking tone, and to be completely honest, he doesnt even mind at this point.

When you randomly ask him questions, most of the time he just ignores you and runs away to heal Chance (again,,)

But there are times when he does actually answer, just for giggles (and he has been wondering what happens if he does)

When he answers correctly, you play loud correct buzzer noises and money sounds which are REALLY obnoxious btw,,, and for the rest of the round, you mostly spare him.

And when he answers wrong,, well,, i think you know how that goes,

Shedletsky

Ah,, its not like he can complain.

It is refreshing to NOT have the creation of hatred targetting him the whole round and making his life a living hell.

And he does find your persona amusing

Probably one of the people that mostly plays along with your stupid gameshow questions, just for shits and giggles

So most of the time when he sees you are the killer, he just lets out a sigh of relief

Also youre easy to stun,,,,, but shhh we dont talk about that!!!

Guest 1337

Its all the same to him.

Wether or not you spare him, he WILL be stunning you and he WILL be protecting his team.

Deadass refuses to answer your questions. Will not be caught interacting with a killer that makes his life here a pain. (like all killers)

Although, you are one of the hardest killers to block-bait. You can pretty much tell right away trough his facade that he just wants to get that punch in. Hes not using that medkit since you didnt hit him. even once.

He doesnt like you. Why should he?? You play games with the minds of some survivors since they see you as 'chill'. He does not like this.

Two Time

i dont think anyone can really talk normaly to this insane motherfucker,

everytime you ask them any question 'for your gameshow' they just laugh manically before STABBING YOU.

Then running away and talking about some "praise the spawn" shit,,

i think the dislike most likely goes both ways

Chance

You and the gambler get along quite well, actually!!

Well, as much as a killer and survivor can even get along.

Everytime youre the killer hes the first to run to you, hoping you ask him one of those questions and he can just chill for the rest of the round if they gets it right.

Probably the one who answers you the most, and you have to respect the gambling,, some of your other tv shows basically involve it too, so yeah

I think they actually watched one of your tv shows a while back,,, so he probably recognized you,

007n7

He actually watched your TV shows and Gameshows before all of this (like the dad he is,,,,) so he recognized you pretty quickly

He was quite shocked when you first randomly decided to stop the chase and ask him a question.

He paused for like almost a minute, completely lost in thought before you went "Time is TICKING!!!" with your robotic voice

And then he answered, wrong.

Which meant he was getting locked onto, (he died like 30 seconds later)

Although, the next time you asked him again, he answered correctly!! And you just,, basically left him. Alone with his thoughts.

Well, he cant really complain, a break is nice once in a while

Builderman

Hes Builderman. The CEO of roblox. Of course he knew you.

Actually, he made a guest apperance in one of your episodes!! So he already knew you (well, kinda) before this.

And he cant really complain that much about your whole 'asking gameshow questions' thing, since most of the time he gets them right, and can help the teammates in peace.

Even though he doesnt always answer, when he does, he gets most of them right. Probably because more than a half of them are about Roblox and its history.

You like to call him your "NUMBER ONE!!!" and he has gotten MULTIPLE dirty looks for that, since some survivors now think you guys had something going on,, not good for his image and reputation. So he was pretty quick to dismiss those rumors,

Dusekkar

DUSEKKAAAAARRRRR🤤🤤

Well, he certaintly thinks youre intresting.

Not only are you asking him easy questions, but you will also spare him if he answers correctly? He cant really complain, huh

Youre quite persistent on asking him a lot of questions, 'gameshow' questions. Which are a piece of cake to him, although sometimes you cant really understand his phrasing quite well,, You just display a blue question mark on the top of your head out of nowhere, hoping that he can redeem himself before you decide that you dont want that answer to pass.

You also call him some stupid 'charmer' nicknames, something along the lines of "Pumpkin!!!!" or even sometimes Matt (since you heard Shedletsky call him that once,)

Hes actually quite shocked, even a bit flustered when he hears you call him by some names that you made up on the spot, or even his real name,

Taph

This fella,

He tries SO HARD to answer your questions correctly in his emoji speech ((i know a lot of ppl heacanon him as a sign language user but just for this fic im using his canon speech)), but you cant really understand it, so he never passes in your eyes,

He does like messing with you!! Youre probably one of the killers that falls for his traps the most out of everyone else

((i dont have anything else to say for him,,,,

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Killers.

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

You REALLY piss her off,

Bright flashing lights, loud sounds, and that fuckass voice of yours thats always cheerful,, it just gets on his nerves.

And the way you KEEP ASKING THOSE QUESTIONS. They rarely even answer, and she REALLY wants to get rid of you,

But he does entertain your little 'gameshow' vision sometimes, and most of the time, they answer correctly (they are a hater,, not an idiot,,)

Instead of you letting her go and not killing them like the survivors, the killers get little stupid prizes for answering correctly, and they dont really suffer any consequences if they answer wrong.

The prizes range from a stupid bright glittery pen with your face plastered over it, to just random stickers.

1x1x1x1 always keeps the little trinkets in a drawer in his cabin,, what?? you never know when they can come in handy!!

John Doe

as much as you try and try, and try and try and try to get him to even say one word when you ask him questions,, he just doesnt.

Probably cause he geniuenly cant,, the bright flashing lights of your design and your loud robotic voice,, he cant really comprehend what youre asking him in due time,,

Although, hes pretty neutral towards you, you even gave him a pen out of pure pity for him,,

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

You guys actually match eachothers freak really well,,

Both of you guys are loud and obnoxious, bright lights,, and 'annoying' to the others

Although he actually likes your little gameshow host persona!!

The first time you were in a round, he was watching intently, and everytime you asked a question he would immediately stand up and scream the correct answer like a dad watching football,

He really likes answering your questions too!! It keeps him entertained at least,, And the little trinkets!!!!!

You guys actually get along quite well,

Mafioso🂱⚔

He doesnt like you.

Youre loud, bright lights, and obnoxious, while hes calm and reserved,, quite the opposites.

Although HE doesnt like you, his men definetly do!!

Most of the time they all meet up in the cabin next to the table for, basically a competetive game of your questions,

They get a good laugh out of it, and you love to entertain!

The only problem is how loud it gets, instead of big red buttons to signal who answers the question first, they basically just slam their fists on the table,

Mafioso has scolded them for it a bunch of times, but he wont stop them

Its only fair that they get a bit of a break in this hell hole once in a while

And hell, you keep them off his back for once, so maybe just maybe your not that bad after all,,,

im so done with tgis 💔💔

the writing got worse and worse as i went on because i was TIRED 💔

tgis was fun tho,, (also i had to rewrite everything in the killers part because i closed the fucking window,,

also quick question,,

would you guys like me to write for the Spectre too? 😭😭 As in like the headcanons and he would be in the last part of the killers kinda

okay bye bye

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weemssapphic · 5 days ago

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Witch reader who has the gift of seeing ghosts. Some spirits whoa re particularly stubborn dont pass on like theyre supposed to. Most of the time she ignores them becuse they're still freaking out over dying and... Well dealing with hysterical people all day would be awful. She starts her new job at nevermore (teacher or soemthing idk) and while meeting the new principle in her office she sees the old one. Leant agaisnt the desk rolling her eyes and commenting on everything the new lady is doing wrong. She accidentily laughs a few times and manages to play it off, unfortunatley Larissa is sure that reader can see her and takes it upon herself to annoy her until she acknowlages her.

Oh god hello, bet you don't even remember sending this request 😅 but I really loved it and wanted to write it even if it has been a while so here you go, and I really hope you enjoy it!

Falling Behind

Words: ~2.1k | ao3 link in title Tags/warnings: Larissa is dead/a ghost but it's a silly little fic I promise, also lots of flirting

Knock, knock.

You rap your hand twice against the smooth oak of the door to the principal’s office. A ball of nerves tangles in your belly but you do your best to ignore it — you got the job, after all, and you’ve already technically ‘met’ the principal a few times via phone call. You’re just here to go over some of the details of the job before your official start date on Monday — standard procedure, nothing to be anxious about. You hear footsteps on the other side of the door and you try, subtly, to wipe the sweat from your palms on the back of your coat, which is already damp from the rain outside.

“Ah, hello, come in, come in. Welcome to Nevermore,” Principal Porter says as she swings the door open, giving you an easy smile and reaching out to shake your hand before stepping back and allowing you to step into the office. “Let me take your coat — it’s pouring outside, I hope the drive up here wasn’t too difficult. Would you like some tea?”

You smile gratefully as you step into the office and shrug off your coat. “Uh, no, thank you though.”

Your attention is momentarily diverted by a tall, blonde woman in a modest, cream-colored dress and kitten heels, perched at the edge of the principal’s desk. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s frowning at your feet. “What’s the use in oiling the floors if everyone is just going to track mud throughout the school?” She seems to be talking more to herself than to you, but you glance at your feet and find that, indeed, you’ve got a trail of dirt behind you, likely from walking up Nevermore’s gravelly drive. Your face grows hot with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry,” you squeak out, glancing pleadingly at the blonde as you subtly shuffle around, as if that will help.

“Sorry for what, dear?” Principal Porter asks — you frown in confusion. She’s smiling at you kindly, paying absolutely no mind to the woman perched on her desk, as if she hadn’t even heard her at all.

“For, uh… for tracking all this dirt in.” You glance sheepishly at the blonde, who looks absolutely perplexed as she stares at you.

“Nonsense, dear, it’ll be easy to clean.” Principal Porter waves away your apology. “Please, have a seat at my desk. Excuse the mess, as you might remember from our calls this is my first semester here as well and I’m still getting sorted.”

You nod politely, shooting a furtive glance at the other woman, whose presence is all but ignored by Principal Porter. You remember what you’d read about the school’s former principal — the first one in Nevermore’s long and fascinating history to be murdered on school grounds. Apparently, finding a replacement after that incident had been rather difficult.

The office is indeed still somewhat bare, the walls lined with half-unpacked boxes of paintings, trinkets, office supplies. The only furniture in the room is a rather modern looking desk with a glass top, a grey, ergonomic office chair on one side and a rather plain chair on the other side, and a somewhat uncomfortable-looking chaise longue in front of the fireplace. There’s a white filing cabinet behind the desk which has definitely seen better days. Principal Porter reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a manila folder, before taking a seat and gesturing for you to do the same.

Rummaging around in your bag, you prepare yourself by pulling out some signed paperwork that you’d been sent.

“Oh, thank you,” Principal Porter says as you hand her the paperwork, taking a moment to leaf through it. “Now… where was that form regarding staff housing…” she mumbles — the woman perched beside her rolls her eyes and lets out a huff.

“You’ve flicked past it twice,” she deadpans, clearly annoyed, and you suppress a chuckle. But Principal Porter doesn’t react and your suppressed smile turns into a frown. Who the fuck is this woman and why is Principal Porter acting like she’s not - oh. It finally dawns on you, and you can’t believe it’s taken you this long to piece it together.

The woman perched at the edge of the principal’s desk isn’t ‘real’ in the most accepted sense of the word — she’s a ghost. As a child, you learned early on that your special ability was seeing and communicating with the dearly departed. A week after your grandfather’s funeral, your mother found you, then only five years old, sitting at the kitchen table talking to yourself about something you’d drawn — though you recall your grandfather sitting beside you clear as day.

It wasn’t until you got older that you were able to tell ghosts apart from their living counterparts more clearly, though on rare occasions you still found it a bit tricky as they appeared to you as solid, corporeal beings. It was usually the more stubborn spirits that got stuck in the mortal world, unable to fully pass on into the afterlife, and (as the mortal world was a sort of hell for most spirits) those who did get stuck here were usually in a full-blown panic. Easy to identify.

Unless you were actively involved in helping a spirit pass on, you tended to ignore them as you went about your day — it was easier that way because, usually, as soon as they realized you could see them, they would not leave you alone. And this one — the tall, statuesque blonde leant over Principal Porter’s head — has clearly realized that not only can you see and hear her, but you also seem to find her a bit funny, and she’s eyeing you with great interest.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way the woman’s eyes burn into your skull.

“Ah, here it is!” Principal Porter exclaims, abruptly bringing your attention back to the meeting as she stuffs your forms into the back of the envelope, pulls out another piece of paper and slides it towards you. “I’ve already sent this to your email last week but just in case, here’s a copy of your class schedule for this semester. You’ve got two planning periods, here,” she points to a space on Wednesday morning, “and here,” she points to a space on Thursday afternoon — the woman perched on her desk interrupts her.

“I’m sure the woman is old enough to read,” she snarks, and you let out a little snort.

“Pardon?” Principal Porter’s brows knit together in confusion. “Is something the matter?”

You frown. Your eyes dart to the other woman, but you quickly look away and shake your head, missing the smirk that forms on her face. “No, I’m sorry, everything’s alright.”

Unfazed, the principal continues with a shrug, explaining to you how office hours work at Nevermore, and you nod along politely.

You find it hard to keep your eyes off the blonde, especially when she seems to get bored of Principal Porter droning on about your classes and decides to stand up and pace the length of the office, her heels loud against the hardwood floors.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

“We have a small but reliable pool of substitute teachers, so if you–”

Click. Click. Click. Click.

It’s damn near impossible to focus on a word that’s being said, almost all of your attention is on the rhythmic clicks of the woman’s kitten heels, and you’re starting to wonder if she’s trying to distract you on purpose. You can feel her presence behind you, the back and forth, the way the air stirs with her every step, all unbeknownst to your new boss.

“I’m afraid we’ve had to up the class sizes for our sorcery class this year, and you’ll have 35 students–”

You don’t catch the rest of the principal’s statement because the other woman has let out a loud sigh and started to complain. “Why don’t you tell her why–”

“... due to a shortage of staff…”

“Due to complete and utter mismanagement by the school board!” The woman rounds the desk again, coming into view.

Something about her irritation is endearing to you and your cheeks twitch as you hold back a smirk — rather unsuccessfully, as you can feel her eyes on you again.

“So you can see me,” she says, and you know without looking at her that she’s talking to you — you open your mouth to answer, then snap it shut again when you remember that, though you can see and hear her, the principal can’t.

“You should tell Principal Porter,” the woman starts, the title spilling from her lips as though it's poison, “that her administrative skills leave as much to be desired as her taste in interior design.”

You let out a shocked laugh and Principal Porter wrinkles her nose. “Are you sure you’re alright, dear?”

You nod, stutter out another apology, and spend the rest of the meeting trying to tune out the woman’s comments.

After what feels like hours but is probably only about half an hour, you finally leave Principal Porter’s office with the keys to your new quarters in hand, insisting you’re fine to go check them out by yourself. You navigate the halls of the school, following the instructions your new boss had given you to get to the staff wing, and let yourself into your new living space for the school year.

Your quarters are spacious but homey, and beautifully quiet after the last half hour of splitting your attention between two people, and you lean back against the door after closing it behind you, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Welcome to Nevermore,” an oddly familiar voice purrs, and your eyes snap open as your heart leaps into your throat.

“Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You don’t miss the way the blonde’s lips curl into a smirk at your statement. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

She ignores your question. “Your application didn’t say that necromancy is your specialty.” Her voice is smooth like velvet and she’s batting her lashes at you, her eyes raking down your form. She’s incredibly alluring — even in death. “I don’t think we’ve ever had a necromancer on staff, it’s a pity, really, such a useful ability, don’t you think?”

“It’s a bit annoying, actually,” you retort with a frown, trying to piece together who the fuck this woman is. ‘We’ve’ never had a necromancer on staff…?

“I’ve been called many things but I think this may be the first time I’ve been called ‘annoying’, my dear.” She doesn’t sound upset about it, her voice is still sweet as honey and she takes a step towards you, towering over you.

“You’re… who are you?”

“Forgive me, it seems I haven’t formally introduced myself.” She stretches a hand out towards you — pale skin, perfectly manicured red fingernails adorning long, slender fingers, a heavy gold bracelet around her delicate wrist. “Larissa Weems.”

Larissa Weems. Weems…

Ah. It finally clicks for you, you’ve read that name before.

“You’re Nevermore’s former principal. The one who…” Your voice trails off, you feel a bit insensitive, but Larissa doesn’t seem bothered. She smirks.

“Died? Yes.”

You shake her hand. It’s cold, but it’s solid.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You say it because you feel like you should, because you don’t know what else to say.

“The pleasure is all mine.” The way she says pleasure makes your mouth go dry.

“I couldn’t help but look over your resume,” she continues. “Quite an impressive background. I would have hired you, too.” Her voice drops an octave and her gaze travels down your body and your stomach does a backflip.

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling your face grow warm in spite of yourself.

“I heard your voice during one of your interviews, the phone was on speaker. I thought you’d be beautiful, but it seems my expectations have been exceeded.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

Larissa chuckles, her smirk widening. “Would that be so bad?” You can’t tell if she’s mocking you or not.

“You’re dead.”

“And so bored, darling,” she drawls, making her way along the perimeter of your room, trailing her fingertips along the dresser against the wall, perching at the edge of the bed once she reaches it. She crosses her legs, those long legs, her skirt riding up a little, and gives you another once-over that sends a spark up your spine. “I have to admit it’s been a bit lonely these past few months… you’re the first person who’s been able to see me, you know.”

She’s dead. A ghost. She’s not ‘real’. You try to tell yourself that, but the trouble is that to you, she is real. She’s as real as anyone else and she’s sitting on your bed, giving you a look that makes you want to bury your head between her thighs.

“Am I?” you ask, your heart in your throat as you take a step towards her — you can’t help yourself, she’s magnetic. She nods and blinks slowly, as if she has you right where she wants you, and maybe this is wrong but you don’t quite have it in you to care.

She’s as real to you as anyone else, dead or alive, it’s all the same to you.

You cross the room to her.

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bowxs · 9 days ago

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heyyy! I absolutely LOVE your fics. I was wondering if you could do something long the line bfd! Beau Arlen, or if you have another character you think might fit better thats also cool!

im so sorry to tell you ive never seen big sky (YET) and so idk beau arlens character enough to write him and i dont wanna assume anything

so for now ill give you bfd!soldier boy until i watch big sky and can do it properly!!

this id kinda like a normal!au? but like ben was still famous at some point (mention of him being in magazines) it made sense in my head😔

divider from @uzmacchiato

god knows how long youve had a crush on your best friends dad- probably since the day she first invited you over.

you weren’t the only one with a crush on him though, obviously with him being a former model for playgirl magazine, he was every teenage girls crush back in the day

but now. now he was so much hotter, with the slightest dad bod, scruffy beard and that look of maturity on his face? who could blame you for having the hots for him and having every magazine hes ever been in

your thighs clenched together as he called you that nickname he has called you for the past 6 years. sweetheart. it sounded so sickeningly sweet coming from his lips- god you wondered how good his lips would feel on both of your lips

“sweetheart? you listenin’?” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping up to his, a sheepish smile on your face

“yes sir- sorry, just a bit distracted” you mumble your excuse, hoping he doesnt ask what has you so distracted

“what did i say about calling me sir, sweetheart” he gently scolds, sitting next to you on the lightly worn couch. you has been waiting for your friend to come home and she was taking way longer than expected. not that you were complaining

“sorry ben” you say in that sheepish voice again. god did ben love it. hes known you for so long, and since youve turned 19 you just had this allure about you that he struggled to ignore every time you were around

you guys sat in a not-quite-comfortable silence, with you staring at your feet, hand politely in your lap, trying not to steal glances at your damn best friends dad

but ben didnt care. he stared at you with no shame, a small but cocky smirk on his lips like he could feel how damn worked up you were just from being that close to him

“i got an idea to pass the time, sweetheart. you know how long she takes..” is what you hear before your brain short circuits as his hand reaches your thigh. god you must be dreaming.

ben was behind you, chest pressed flush against your back, his hips pumping in and out of you like hes been holding back his whole life- its only been a couple months since he started to even look at you in that way but god was it torture

“ben- ben oh my- ah” your body wanted to collapse, just fall forward into the bed from the pleasure, but bens strong hands held you up- one gripping your waist like a lifeline, the other arm hooked around your throat like a chokehold

“fuck, who knew youd be a slut? fuckin’ dripping on your best friends dad?” he tsks at you like hes not the one thrusting into you non-stop. like this wasnt his idea.

“you have no goddamn idea how much ive been thinking about this- shit your so tight.” his voice is gruff against your head, his breath fanning on the side of your face

you wondered if he was so good cause he was older- all of his experience was paying off. the way he moved, the way he knew you were about to come just from the way you clenched around him, it all had you seeing stars.

“yeah come on my cock- juustt like that- goddamnit” he grunts out as you clench and pulse around him, his own orgasm approaching.

you can feel him pull out, almost whining at the loss before you feel a warm drip of something on your ass- his cum. you practically moan at the feeling, looking back at the mess as he takes his arm off of your neck

before you know it hes leaving you on his bed, face down ass up as he grabs a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up. his touch was gentle despite the way he practically just destroyed you, and it only made your pussy clench around nothing

“shouldve got you to do this as soon as i was legal” you smile, craning your head to look back at him, meeting his already grinning face

“we got lots of time to make up for it, sweetheart” and god you hoped your friend went out without you more often.

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maypiles · 6 months ago

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🥀🎀Suddenly, all the love songs were about you ♥️🪞🎼

Pick a Pile: What's in your love life for 2025?

💌My beautiful souls, you’ve come to me for the most tantalizing glimpse of what 2025 holds in store for your love lives. Such curiosity, such daring, you must be craving something special—well, don’t you worry, because I’ll give you exactly what you deserve. We’ll dive into the stars, the cards, and all the whispering energies that promise to guide you through a year of love, passion, and maybe even a little heartbreak—just to keep it interesting, of course. So, lean in close, dears, as we unravel the mysteries of the heart and see what the universe has laid before you. Hold tight—it’s going to be an unforgettable ride. Happy New Year! 🎉 💋

❗THIS IS A COLLECTIVE YET ONE LAST TOO SPECIFIC PILE READING SO TAKE WHAT RESONATES AND LEAVE WHAT DOES NOT❗

Pile One 📿

Darling, pile one is already radiating so much energy—let’s dive in and see how these forces are about to unfold for my collective in 2025.

Ah, dearest, it seems you’re on the cusp of a dramatic transformation. The Wheel of Fortune at the bottom? That’s fate’s hand at play, turning in your favor. Destiny is ready to strike, and the universe is lining things up in a way that will leave you breathless, like a sudden shift in the wind. You may not see it coming, but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?

The Star, 6 of Cups, 9 of Cups, 10 of Cups: Oh darling, if there was ever a promise of something magical and fulfilling, this is it. It’s all coming together—something from your past (perhaps a soul connection?) is returning, and it has all the right energy to ignite something truly special. This could be the kind of love that fills you up like a cup overflowing—emotionally abundant, fulfilling in ways you didn’t even expect. You may have dreamed of this connection, yearned for it, and now, it’s here. Romantic feelings? You bet.

8 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, King of Swords reversed: Ah, but here’s the catch, darling. As your heart gets swept up in this beautiful dance of love, there’s also work to be done. The 8 of Pentacles suggests effort, time, and patience. But beware—2 of Swords and the King of Swords reversed show confusion, mental blockages, and someone who might not be entirely clear on their intentions. Could it be that a past lover or a situation leaves you questioning where you stand?

6 of Swords reversed, 8 of Cups: honey, the past isn’t done with you yet. There’s unfinished business, something you might try to walk away from—but it keeps pulling you back in. A return to something old, a cycle that hasn’t quite ended… could it be that reconciliation is on the horizon? Perhaps someone from your past is coming back into your orbit, ready to rekindle things. The emotional pull is strong, and though you may have tried to move on, there’s a magnetic pull that’s hard to ignore.

The Romance Angels:

With the mix of cards here, it’s no wonder we have a delightful mess of energies. Very Soon—oh yes, expect clarity to come quick, darling. Romantic Feelings and Playfulness—suddenly, everything feels light and exciting again. Getting to Know Each Other? Yes, there’s a beautiful process here, peeling back the layers, one flirtatious moment at a time. And that Chemistry? Well, if you don’t feel it, you’ll definitely know it when it hits.

Yet, Religious Factors and Deception warn that not everything is perfect. Someone may be hiding something, or your differences could play a role in how things unfold. But the Past Life Relationship card? A powerful connection that could bridge any gaps. You may be in for a reconnection, where the spark never truly died, and that Reconciliation is just the start of the journey.

To sum up:

Darling, your love life in 2025? It’s a whirlwind. Love from the past is returning, but don’t expect it to be all smooth sailing. There’s work to be done, secrets to uncover, and clarity to find—but isn’t that what makes the ride so thrilling? Be ready, because fate’s wheel is turning, and it’s going to sweep you off your feet… even if it leaves you a little dizzy at first. Hold on tight, sweetheart—love’s about to get intense.

Pile Two 💅🏻

My darling, this spread is an absolute thriller. The cards speak of love, confusion, and an intricate dance of emotions that will keep you on your toes throughout 2025. Let’s dive into the juicy details of what the cards have to say, shall we?

Oh, sweetness, it seems 2025 is poised to serve up a delicious rollercoaster ride of emotions. The 6 of Swords reversed at the bottom tells us that you're not exactly moving on from something—or someone—just yet. That past connection is still lingering, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. There’s unfinished business, honey, and I’m willing to bet it’s not just your mind playing tricks on you. There’s something here that still demands your attention, whether you’re ready for it or not. Fate, it seems, is calling.

2 Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles reversed, 9 of Cups: The pull between conflicting desires is strong here, darling. There’s a battle between what you think you want and what will actually bring you happiness. The Queen of Pentacles reversed is telling me there’s imbalance—perhaps you’re investing so much in the material or external aspects of life that your emotional foundation is slipping. You need to focus on self-love and self-worth, darling, because only then can you truly manifest that 9 of Cups fulfillment you’re craving. Don’t neglect your inner world while juggling it all. Balance is key here, and finding that will unlock the joy you deserve.

2 Wands, 5 of Swords, Page of Wands: Well, isn’t this an interesting dynamic? There’s tension here, love—conflicting plans, uncertain paths. A decision needs to be made, and while one option seems enticing, 5 of Swords warns of potential betrayal or miscommunication. Be cautious—there’s a risk that someone’s intentions might not be as pure as they appear. The Page of Wands is all fire and passion, and while it ignites excitement, it’s not the most stable energy. If someone is pursuing you, darling, it might be fleeting. Think twice.

Chariot reversed, 8 of Cups, 2 of Swords: Oh la la, the hesitation. The momentum you hoped for seems to be slipping through your fingers, doesn’t it? The Chariot reversed tells us things aren’t moving in the direction you expected. There’s emotional distance here, with the 8 of Cups—someone might be walking away, or perhaps you feel as if you need to leave something behind. The 2 of Swords shows confusion—no clarity, no decision made. Indecision runs deep here, my dear, and while it’s tempting to dive into the unknown, your heart is at odds with your mind. Listen carefully to the signs—sometimes, the stillness brings the clarity you seek.

9 of Pentacles, Queen of Cups, King of Pentacles reversed: Awe, my darling, there you are in your prime. The 9 of Pentacles shows you shining on your own, independent, powerful, and radiant. But there’s something about the Queen of Cups and King of Pentacles reversed that tells me there may be emotional drainage from someone you’re dealing with. You’re stepping into a time where emotional fulfillment will be crucial. Be mindful of who you allow into your inner circle—certain people might bring more stress than love.

Ace of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, 7 of Swords: Here we have new love entering the picture, but with a layer of caution. The Ace of Cups offers you a fresh emotional beginning, but the Knight of Pentacles reminds you that this new connection will need steady, reliable growth—it won’t be a whirlwind romance. And then there’s 7 of Swords, which, darling, signals deception, dishonesty, or someone who’s hiding their true intentions. Don’t rush in blindly, love—take your time to observe before you invest emotionally.

7 of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands: The energy shifts between patience, work, and passion. These cards tell me that there’s progress to be made, but it’s not going to happen overnight. You’ll need to put in the effort to see things come to fruition. Knight of Wands brings a rush of passionate energy, but it’s fleeting—this is the kind of passion that can burn brightly and fade quickly if not nurtured. Be careful not to get lost in the heat of the moment, darling, or you might end up feeling unfulfilled.

5 of Cups reversed, Page of Swords, 6 of Wands: Sweetheart, the past is almost behind you. The 5 of Cups reversed indicates you’re starting to heal from the past heartbreaks, and with the Page of Swords, there’s a certain sharpness in your perception—you see through the facade, no one can deceive you. 6 of Wands brings victory, recognition, and public acclaim—oh yes, you're coming into your power, and others will begin to see you for the catch that you truly are.

Ace of Pentacles reversed, Star, High Priestess, Hanged Man: My darling, there’s a major shift coming in your love life, but it may require a pause, a moment of reflection. The Ace of Pentacles reversed speaks of missed opportunities or things that haven’t fully manifested yet, but don’t despair—the Star promises healing, hope, and divine guidance. The High Priestess urges you to trust your intuition—it’s whispering to you, so don’t ignore it. The Hanged Man reveals that sometimes, the best thing you can do is wait and allow the universe to guide you.

King of Wands, Fool: Now now, the bold energy is here, darling. Someone with a big, fiery personality—possibly a new romantic interest—could sweep you off your feet. There’s a feeling of new beginnings here, as the Fool signifies taking a leap of faith. Trust your instincts, but be careful not to rush into anything recklessly. There’s a lot of passion, but tread carefully.

Romance Angels:

The Retreat card suggests you may need to take a break from love to focus on healing and introspection. Love Yourself First and Healing Family Issues urge you to put yourself first, darling, before diving headfirst into another connection. This is a time for personal growth.

However, Wedding, Attraction, Chemistry, and Honeymoon show me that there’s the potential for something serious. You’ll be attracting someone worth your time, and when the connection happens, it will be chemistry at its finest.

The Flirt card is a playful invitation—don’t take yourself too seriously, darling. Life is about enjoying the moment, and sometimes, the right love comes when you least expect it. Keep your heart open.

To sum up:

2025, darling, is going to be full of twists and turns. The energy shifts from healing and self-reflection to new opportunities that will test your boundaries and your heart. Some things from the past will have to be released to make room for the future, but oh, the connections that are coming are worth the wait. You’ll need to take your time, trust your intuition, and not rush into anything too fast. Keep your eyes open for deception, but don’t be afraid to leap when the right opportunity presents itself.

And darling, remember—you’re the one in control. Let the game unfold on your terms.

Pile Three 🎴

Oh honey, this is a story of tension and power dynamics—I can already feel it. As I channel this energy for you, the vibe is spicy and full of fiery passion. I’m talking sizzling chemistry, a divine masculine who can’t keep his eyes off of you, and the kind of possessive energy that’s both intoxicating and dangerous. There’s a lot of rawness here, and it seems like this love is going to knock your heels off and leave you breathless. Let’s dive into the details and break it all down for you.

(Channeled green color, jealousy, possessive divine musculin, I started cussing out —saying bitch mostly— and talking sassy, 222 on the timer, also could be African American couple, sexual tension, height difference, biting lips wanting to lean up to kiss (divine feminine), rainy street (you know after the rain stops and it's chilly and the road and sidewalk are wet)

Hanged Man, Devil Reversed, Knight of Pentacles, 4 of Wands Reversed, Knight of Swords, 5 of Wands:

Hold up—this is where the drama kicks in. The Hanged Man tells me that things aren’t moving at lightning speed just yet. There's a pause—a moment of reflection before the storm. The Devil Reversed feels like a release from toxic ties, addictions, or something holding you back from stepping into your power, but there’s a push and pull. The Knight of Pentacles comes in with that slow and steady energy—someone is taking their time here, possibly observing you, building the courage to move forward.

But honey, then comes the Knight of Swords—fierce, impatient, and ready to charge forward. The 5 of Wands is all about competition, conflict, and a little bit of sparring between the two of you. Maybe it’s all the playful back-and-forth, or maybe it’s just the fire that's too strong to ignore. This is not an easy journey; it's hot, intense, and there's some power struggle at play.

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6 of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, 8 of Wands:

Now, I feel a shift—a real one. The 6 of Pentacles tells me there is an equal give and take, which means things will settle after the drama. There’s a desire for balance, for a fair exchange of energy. The Knight of Pentacles comes back in with the same slow, steady presence, making sure the foundations are solid. Meanwhile, the Knight of Cups brings in romance, emotional devotion—he’s looking at you like you hold the keys to his heart. But, don’t let him fool you, darling; he’s not always this open.

The 8 of Wands brings in the speed, and I’m talking things moving quickly once that shift happens. Expect texts, calls, or even meetings to ramp up quickly—there’s momentum now. The attraction is undeniable, and you’re both, getting caught up in the rush of it all.

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10 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords Reversed, Strength, 2 of Cups, 10 of Cups:

This is the dream. I see a potential long-term connection here—10 of Pentacles is legacy, it’s stability, and it’s family. The groundwork is being laid for something that has staying power. Ace of Swords Reversed signals some confusion or lack of clarity, but I don’t see it as a huge obstacle; it’s more like one of those moments where you don’t need to know everything right now. Just trust that things are unfolding in the right way.

The Strength card shows me inner power, resilience, and the courage to keep going, even when things feel uncertain. The 2 of Cups is pure romance, partnership, and union. Oh, darling, this is the meeting of two souls meant to be together. 10 of Cups tells me the emotional fulfillment is real—true happiness is possible, and it’s on the table.

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4 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Reversed, 7 of Swords, 9 of Cups, 8 of Cups, Ace of Cups, World:

We’ve got some emotional residue here. The 4 of Pentacles shows someone holding on tight, not wanting to let go. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s them. The 5 of Cups Reversed is a turning point—a healing moment. You’re ready to leave the past behind and embrace what’s next. But wait, here comes the 7 of Swords—a card of deception or someone sneaking around. But it’s not as sinister as it may seem. Sometimes, this card shows us that someone’s guarding their heart—maybe too much—and trying to protect their feelings. Keep your eyes peeled for hidden truths in the beginning, but don’t get paranoid.

The 9 of Cups brings satisfaction, wish fulfillment, and emotional contentment. But, I gotta warn you, with 8 of Cups preceding it, there’s the possibility of walking away from something or someone. It might be that a choice is made to leave behind what no longer serves you and step into a new emotional beginning with Ace of Cups. And with World following this—oh, honey, this is the completion of a chapter. A new cycle is about to start, and it’s going to feel like everything finally comes full circle.

Romance Angels:

Now, the energy in these cards speaks to a divine connection brewing. Express Your Love and Love Yourself First are urging you to open your heart, but also make sure you’re grounded in your own worth before giving too much away. Getting to Know Each Other hints at the slow burn of a relationship growing, but the Forgiving and Learning card shows there are some wounds here that need to be tended to.

There’s also that Engagement card—darling, don’t be surprised if this connection leads to something much more serious. With Soulmate and This Could Be the One—I’m hearing loud and clear that this could be your person. And there’s a romantic chemistry that will ignite the flames of passion, making things impossible to ignore.

To sum up:

This is not going to be a boring ride, darling. We’ve got raw energy, power struggles, healing, but most importantly—chemistry. Expect moments of intensity, passion, and some jealousy, as that possessive divine masculine energy is HARD to resist. But keep your cool. You’ve got this. The world is yours to conquer in 2025—get ready for this beautiful, fiery, life-altering romance.

Pile Four – “Daisy, This One’s for You”☎️

My darlings, listen up! Spirit had me in an absolute chokehold with this one. I sat down thinking, 'Okay, let’s just do three general piles for 2025 love vibes,' and then—Spirit was like, 'Wait, hold my celestial cocktail. There’s someone out there who needs this.' And I’m like, 'Okay, Spirit, if you’re going to hijack my reading, you better be scarily specific.' And honey, when I tell you Spirit DELIVERED, I mean they pulled up with receipts, details, and a whole life story. I’m over here shuffling cards and suddenly I’m channeling someone named Daisy—British roots, living in Philly, petite, dark blonde hair, loves purple, wears glasses sometimes, probably 14–16 years old, dealing with divorced parents, and possibly has a school crush she’s overthinking about because of all the family drama. Oh, and Spirit didn’t stop there. They said, “Patterns! Mention patterns! Mention Australia! Mention her ginger dad named Andrew!” I’ve got a headache from all the overthinking energy I’m picking up, like someone wearing the wrong glasses. HELLO??? I’m sitting here like, 'Spirit, this is NOT a private session,' but they’re adamant. Someone—maybe Daisy herself, or someone close to her—is meant to find this. Like, this is wild. I don’t usually get messages this specific in a collective reading, but Spirit was NOT playing games today. So buckle up, because if this resonates, you better let me know. Daisy, love, YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED! let's get into it!

The Energy Surrounding Daisy:

Daisy, love, I feel you’ve been stuck in some emotional patterns, likely tied to your parents’ divorce. There’s a lot of healing happening here, but oh, the strain it’s left on your heart. Your dad—British, ginger, a little chubby, maybe named Andrew?—is coming through as a significant influence. Australia popped up too, and it’s making me wonder if there’s a connection there. Maybe a move? Or family ties?

This school crush energy—it’s sweet but layered. You’re retreating, overthinking, caught in this whirlwind of wanting to move forward but feeling trapped by family dynamics. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of something new and exciting (Ace of Cups), but the weight of past pain and parental expectations (Ten of Swords reversed, Healing Family Issues) keeps pulling you back.

You’re Stuck Between Healing and Overthinking:

The Ten of Swords reversed and Four of Swords show me that you’re recovering from something deeply painful—probably the divorce—but you haven’t quite learned how to rest in your healing yet. It’s like you keep revisiting the pain, poking at it, asking yourself, Why did this happen? Could I have done something differently?

But Spirit is urging you to stop overthinking, Daisy. Let yourself rest. Healing doesn’t mean solving everything; sometimes it just means letting things be.

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Your Social Life Feels… Off:

The Three of Cups reversed makes me feel like you’re pulling away from your peers. Maybe they don’t get what you’re going through, or maybe you’re just tired of pretending to be okay. You’re focusing on your own growth instead (Eight of Pentacles), pouring your energy into school or hobbies as a distraction.

And that’s fine for now, but don’t forget that it’s okay to lean on others. Isolation isn’t the answer, love.

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A Crush Worth Exploring?

Ah, here’s the sweet part: Page of Pentacles and Ace of Cups. There’s someone in your orbit who makes you feel all kinds of butterflies. They’re kind, probably a bit shy, but there’s a connection there. I see you holding back, though, unsure if you should act on it because of all the other chaos in your life.

Spirit’s advice? Let yourself enjoy it. Crushes are supposed to be fun, not stressful. Don’t overthink this one.

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You’re Stronger Than You Think:

The Knight of Wands and Six of Wands tell me that, deep down, you’ve got a fire in you. Even when life feels like it’s throwing bricks your way, you keep going. You’re determined to rise above it all, even if it feels impossible some days.

But here’s the catch: the Strength reversed and King of Wands reversed suggest that you don’t always feel like you’re in control. Maybe your dad—or another parental figure—is a bit overbearing, making decisions for you or pulling you into their emotional orbit.

Spirit says: Stand your ground, Daisy. You’re allowed to set boundaries, even with family.

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The Future Looks Brighter Than You Think:

The Two of Wands and Ten of Pentacles tell me that you’re on the brink of something new. There’s stability waiting for you, even if it feels far away right now. The key is to keep moving forward, even when it feels like the world is against you.

And that crush? Oh, darling, there’s potential there for something sweet and meaningful (Knight of Cups, Ace of Cups, Two of Cups). But don’t rush it. Let things unfold naturally.

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Romance Angels’ Advice:

Let Go of Control Issues: Stop trying to solve everyone else’s problems, love. You can’t fix your parents’ divorce, and it’s not your job to hold everything together.

Healing Family Issues: This one’s obvious—there’s a lot of family baggage here, but Spirit says you’re already on the path to healing. Keep going.

Free Yourself: You’re not trapped, Daisy. The patterns you’re stuck in can be broken, but it starts with believing you’re capable of breaking them.

Flirt & Getting to Know Each Other: It’s okay to smile at your crush, to feel giddy, to let yourself be a teenager for once.

Forgiving and Learning: Forgive your parents for their mistakes. Forgive yourself for feeling like you have to carry their burdens. Learn to let go.

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Final Thoughts for Daisy

Daisy, Spirit wants you to know this: You’re not alone in this. The weight you’re carrying feels enormous, but it’s not yours to carry forever. You’re allowed to rest, to heal, to find joy—even in the middle of the chaos.

2025 is your year to step out of the patterns holding you back, to let yourself dream again. And that crush? Smile, lean into the butterflies, and let yourself feel alive. You’ve got this, love.

And there you have it, my loves. Spirit came through loud and clear for Daisy, but if this resonates with anyone else, take what you need. Daisy, if you’re out there—Spirit sees you, and so do I.

Additional Note:

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭💕 I had to do a reading to see if this actually gonna find this Daisy and Spirit is nodding vigorously, darling, because this spread is practically screaming “Daisy is going to find you.” 6 of Cups + Hermit Reversed: This is definitely connecting to someone from the past—or someone longing for that warm, familiar feeling. Daisy could be drawn to this reading because it feels like a safe space for her. She's stepping out of her shell, slowly but surely, seeking clarity and comfort. 8 of Pentacles + 9 of Pentacles: She’s working on herself. Whether it's overcoming patterns, navigating family drama, or even managing school life, Daisy is putting in the effort to grow. She’s aiming for independence, and this reading is a reminder that she’s on the right path. 4 of Wands Reversed + 6 of Pentacles: That divorce energy is coming through hard here. Her foundations may feel shaky, but there’s an undercurrent of balance coming into her life. She’s learning how to receive help and emotional support (probably from friends or a trusted adult). Strength Reversed + 2 of Wands: She’s grappling with insecurities and indecision, but she’s also planning. Daisy might be daydreaming about her future, wondering how to break free from the patterns holding her back. 7 of Cups Reversed + 5 of Wands: Clarity is coming, but it’s not without inner conflict. She’s battling herself, her doubts, and maybe even external pressures. However, this is leading her to make focused decisions. Bottom: 10 of Pentacles: This is BIG, my love. Posting this might just reach you Daisy or someone connected to her because Spirit is saying this message is part of her long-term healing and growth. Splitting: King of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Reversed: Emotional stability is coming, but it’s a journey. She’s holding onto some grief, yet she’s starting to release it little by little. This message could be the nudge she needs to take that step forward. To sum up: I posted this because Daisy (or someone in her orbit) will find it. Spirit is clear: this is destined to resonate and reach the person it’s meant for. Daisy you better leave a comment because Spirit has been working its magic!

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WHAT YOU NEED

LUIGI MANGIONE X FEM! READER

IN WHICH. Frat! Luigi has a fascination with Readers braces, making for a fun afternoon at his house.

CONTAINS. M! Receiving Oral. F! Fingering. Cum Eating. Praise.

NOTES. Another self indulging fic as I also have braces, but was requested! Minors DNI! No PinV for this post, sorry! <3

Luigi had the house to himself as the rest of his frat brothers were off doing their own things and they wouldn’t be back until the end of the day, the rare occasion giving him the perfect opportunity to call her up. Mangione opened his contacts and typed in her name, Dolcezza.

It’d been a while since he heard her voice and he missed it dearly. Luigi waited as the phone rang, his heart pounding as he waited for her to pick up, which she did after the third ring.

“Hey, Lulu.” She called him by his nickname, smiling softly.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He flirted, smiling on the other side as well. “How are ya?”

“I’ve been good, you know just been doing school and work — not much if I’m being honest.” She laughed softly, “What about you, Lui? Feels like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Ah, that’s my fault, Dolcezza. I’ve been occupied with these classes, been kicking my ass.” He sighed, “Listen, you think you can come over and help me with this assignment? I could really use that brain of yours.” He lied, knowing damn well he completed that assignment days ago.

“Oh, so that’s why you called, huh?” She scoffed over the phone, her voice remaining playful as her smile remained. “Here I thought you wanted to hang out with me.”

“Dolcezza, don’t be like that. How about this, after we finish I’ll take you out to do wherever you want — Deal?”

“Let me think…” She hummed, tapping her free finger on her lips, pretending to consider her options. “I’ll do it — See you in fifteen, Mangione.”

With that, Luigi hung up the phone and quickly left his room to fix up the house, which thankfully didn’t need much fixing as he picked up a few beer and soda cans here and there, leaving the house as clean as it could be before she arrived.

“That should do it.” He spoke out loud, dusting his hands as if he’d been deep cleaning — For frat house standards, maybe. The house appeared more “lived in” compared to the mess that was there before. He hadn’t realized how quickly fifteen minutes had passed once he heard a couple of light knocks on the door.

Mangione quickly walked towards the tall wooden doors and opened them, revealing her. Y/N stood in front of him with a brace-faced smile, her braces decorated with pink rubber bands. With summer around the corner, she opted to wear a short sleeve top with her favorite denim shorts, showing off her pretty legs topping the look off with the large binder she held in her hands, overly prepared to help him.

“Hey.” She rose up on her tippy toes, leaning slightly forward as she pressed her lips softly against his cheek. It was something she did every time they saw each other yet it managed to catch him off guard — the warmth of her affection lingered in the air, leaving him momentarily stunned as he moved away from the door, allowing her to come in.

“It’s so good to see you, Dolcezza.” He grinned, watching her walk past him to place her materials on his dining room table.

“It’s good to see you too, Mangione.” She reciprocated, opening her binder, the three rings filled to the brim with her past assignments and notes.

“So, what’d you need help with? You didn’t really specify on the phone.” She sweetly asked, looking into his hazel eyes. Luigi’s eyes wandered, trailing away from hers and settled on her small opening, catching a glimpse of the shining metal on her teeth.

“So, how long are you supposed to have them on?” He commented, ignoring her question as he looked at her lips, his finger itching to trace against the lining of her lips, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft lips on him.

“Luigi.” She deadpanned as she began to feel self conscious about herself, “Let’s focus on your assignment, yeah?” She crossed her arms as she closed her mouth, her lips acting as a shield, closing itself off to Luigi.

She knew it was a bit unorthodox to have braces later than the typical adolescent stage of life, but hey, it was better than never fixing her teeth at all.

“Oh, N/N I didn’t mean any harm by that.” He realized, “I’m sorry, Dolcezza — I was genuinely asking.”

“It’s fine.” She pulled out the chair that was previously tucked in the table and sat down. “I get them out in a few months — anymore questions or do you need to see my x-rays too?” Y/N sarcastically remarked.

Luigi chuckled, “I deserve that. But, I do have something to confess.” He sighed, pulling out the chair next to her and sat down.

“What?”

“I actually finished the assignment a couple days ago, I just wanted you to come over.”

“Really? I gathered all my materials and walked across campus for nothing?” She closed her binder, pushing it away from her. “You don’t have to lie to get me here, Lui.”

“I know, it’s just… it’s been a while and I didn’t know how else to start a conversation.” He defended. She made him nervous and he knew he wasn’t the best when it came to talking to women, especially her.

“Aww, you missed me?” She teased, playfully mushing his head. “How much, Gigi?”

“A lot.” He smirked. He placed his large hand on her thigh, gently rubbing her soft skin, Y/N smiling at the gesture. “I missed you too.” She spoke softly. Luigi’s hands slowly stopped their movement, resting on her thigh.

He was at a red light and waited for her to give him the green light, his eyes looking into hers for approval to which she nodded, his hands guiding themselves to her inner thigh.

Her eyes watched as he continued, feeling her sex pulse against her panties as he got closer and closer. “Come here.” He grabbed her by her hips, pulling her out of her seat and onto his lap. He unbuttoned and pulled down the denim shorts she wore, her panties pressed onto his basketball shorts.

“You really didn’t want to waste anytime, huh?” She teased, making him chuckle lowly.

“I just want you all to myself, Dolcezza — Is that such a bad thing?” He pressed his lips against her ear as he pushed her panties to the side, his middle finger pressed on her clit, rubbing slow, torturing circles.

She gasped at his cold finger on her sensitive bud, throwing her head back against his shoulder as he continued her delicious torture, sliding down from her clit onto the wetness that pooled before he ultimately slid back up.

“God, you’re like fucking magic.” She praised as he kept rubbing her in circles, his finger firm on her sensitive bud as her body moved restlessly, grinding against him. Luigi placed his free hand on her hip, gripping it tightly to keep her bound to him.

“Just watch how deep it can go inside you.” He pushed it in — It was slow and a bit painful, his digit being nearly twice the length as hers.

He pumped in and out of her as she moaned uncontrollably, tears stinging in her eyes. No matter how deep she tried to go with her own, it couldn’t compare with his — Her wet, tight pussy around his finger sent a chill down his spine, his dick pressed up against the material of his basketball shorts, begging to be inside her. “Fuck, Dolcezza.”

She turned her head towards him and smiled, lifting her hips from his weakened hold and rode on his finger, her manicured hands holding onto his thighs for dear life, nails digging into his tanned skin. “Add a-another one in, Gigi. I-I really want it.”

Luigi added his ring finger, the two fingers stretching her out made her hiss at the initial stinging sensation but it quickly subsided as she kept riding, his fingers abusing her G-spot each time, making her leak. Her juices flooded his fingers, soaking his clothed cock as she dripped from between her legs.

“Oh shit.” She cried as she slowed down her pace, allowing him to do all the work, sliding her fingers down her pussy, rubbing her clit in crazed circles, the double stimulation consuming her entire being.

She turned her head towards the side to face him, his lips were parted, heavily panting as he anticipated her release. Her eyes filled to the brim with her salted tears, overwhelmed with how deep he was going inside her, fingers fucking her fast and hard along with the pressure her own fingers placed on her sensitive bud.

“G-Gonna Cum, Gigi.” She cried as she released on his digits, their movement halting but remained inside her as she rode through the intense wave, her walls pulsing around him.

“Look at the mess you made, Dolce.” He mocked, sliding his fingers out of her, Y/N wincing at his absence. “Need to clean it up, yeah?” Her lips pouted as she looked at his fingers, glossed with her juices.

“Open.” He demanded, pushing her pouted lips apart, placing his digits on her tongue. Her lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking up the rest of her juices.

“Fuck.” He groaned, the sensation of her wet mouth shot through his body, ultimately causing his dick to constrain against his shorts. Luigi fruitlessly tried to adjust himself, his confined dick pressed against her bare thigh, getting her wetter.

He felt so thick, so hard against her body.

“There’s still so much.” She spoke, gathering the remaining wetness that had ultimately spread from her sex to her inner thighs. She faced him once more, looking into his lust filled eyes as she had another taste of herself, moaning against her fingers.

“God, I love it when you eat it, baby.” He praised, watching her break out a small smile, showing off her straight, wired smile.

“How do you still manage to be so cute when you do the dirtiest shit, Dolcezza?” He looked at her pink rubber bands, taking his finger and ran through the small metal squares. “God, I love your braces.”

“Really? I’ve thought they make me look so nerdy.”

“A hot one.” He remarked, giving her the confidence she needed. In his eyes, she was perfect. “You know, I’ve never gotten my dick sucked by a girl with braces before.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm — Bet it’d feel really good.” He smirked, looking down at his lap. With that, Y/N got off his soaked lap and got on her knees, excited to return the favor.

She’d never done it with braces before as she felt they would get in the way or made giving head unappealing, but seeing how obsessed he was with her braces, she was more than willing to give it to him.

She placed her manicured hands on the waistband of his shorts, Luigi raising his hips to help her slide them down his strong legs exposing his needy cock.

Y/N took him in her hands, gently stroking him as she guided him closer to her mouth, parting her lips open. She gave a gentle kiss on his tip before she stuck her tongue out and dragged it down his length, tasting his skin.

“Oh shit.” He praised, his large hands guiding themselves to her scalp, entangling themselves with her hair.

She took him inside her mouth, nearly taking every inch as she bobbed her head back and forth, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time. Luigi groaned as he bucked his hips into her mouth, making her gag.

“That’s it, Dolcezza.” He encouraged, pushing her head down, smiling cruelly. “You like my dick down your throat? Hm?” He mocked, watching as she came back up for air, tears pooling around her eyes once again.

The sight of her tears turned him on so much.

Luigi took his thumb and placed it on her face, wiping off the tears that stained her beautiful face. “So pretty, Dolcezza.” He crooned, taking his thumb and placed them in his mouth, tasting her salted tears.

She pulled herself off his dick, stroking him slow and hard. “Y-You’re so fucking good at this, dolce.” He stuttered, his hips jolted at her delicate hands milking him, her eyes locked onto his cock as she watched him leak.

Her legs squeezed together at the sight, his precum glossing over his tip and dripped down his shaft. Y/N chuckled as he fell weak to her touch, her smile widening as she watched his eyes close, squeezing shut as he tried not to cum at that moment — but God it was so fucking difficult.

Being the dedicated college student that she was, there weren’t many opportunities that she had to make a man fall weak to her touch, Luigi being the exception.

With their mutual connections, they had found each other and she thanked the universe every day for that. The sneaky glances whenever they hung out, the frequent study sessions that served as a ploy for them to drown in sexual tension, yet never doing anything about it.

She placed her mouth back on his cock and sucked his dick with such vigor, her saliva dribbled from her mouth and onto his shaft, leaving a mess on him. She shifted her gaze back onto his eyes, searching for approval, wanting him to tell her that she was a good fucking girl.

“I’m gonna cum, baby — need you to open wide, can you do that for me?” He panted, his words making her pull away once again, this time to give him the view he absolutely deserved.

She placed her manicured hands on his sensitive tip, giving him a smile as she aimed him at her teeth, his tip rubbing against her metal brackets, the sensation sending a chill down his spine as his cum shot out of him, painting her teeth a glossy white.

Mangione had lost his self control, moaning as his hips stuttered against her touch. Y/N watched him with such pleasure, continuing to jerk him off as she aimed to catch every last drop of him on her tongue.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He worshipped, “God, you amaze me, Dolcezza.” He breathed, watching her swallow him.

She stuck her tongue out to show him, her tongue completely pink — Y/N was his brace-faced vixen and he loved that.

#luigi mangione imagine #luigi mangione smut #luigi mangione x reader #frat!luigi

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aesthetic-bbyg · 2 years ago

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SWEETNESS ~ BUGGY

LA!buggy x straw hat!reader

Based off of this post bc it made me giggle PT 2

Nattie speaks: y’all this mf clown has no right to be so fine but LAWRD. I’d do anything just for one lick. This is short nd simple but cute🤭

ZORO DRAGGED HIS FEET across the wooden floors of the Going Merry, ignoring the muffled screeching of the clown head inside the dark sack as he set his eyes on thing. Nightfall was approaching, everyone on the ship wanted some rest, yet nobody was getting any with the constant whining of Buggy. The green haired man pushed open your door, making you jumped slightly as you looked towards him with a raised brow.

“I give up, all yours now.” Zoro voiced practically dripped in annoyance, he tossed the sack across the room, making it land onto the soft cushion of your bed before slamming the door behind him.

You could hear groans coming from the sack, “Damn you, you fucking broccoli-haired ass!” You chuckled softly, putting down the comb you had in your hand and walking towards the scruffy bag. As you released the clown head he sighed in content, breathing in the fresh scent of berries that engulfed the room. “Ah, sweetness, so good to see you!”

“Nice to see you too, Buggy.” You giggled, “You doing alright there?” You asked, smiling a bit as the man got comfortable on your bed.

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” He winked with a flirtatious smirk on his red painted lips. “I definitely thought he was going to put me with that weird chef guy again so he could chop me into piece and cook me or something.”

“Looks like you got lucky today.” You smirked back, grabbing him and placing him on the small vanity, going back to combing through your hair. Buggy was a simple man, with simple needs, especially since his whole body was gone. The angle his head was facing gave him more fuel into his dirty thoughts. His eyes directly faced your chest, eyes captured on the line of cleavage peeking from the low cut tank top you had on. He was hypnotized by you, for the first time since he was taken by Luffy and placed on the ship to sail away to Arlong island he’d gone completely silent.

You simply hummed, clueless of how the clown shifted slightly to get a closer view. You suddenly let out a huff, dropping the comb and looking over at the clown. “Y’know, I like having you around here, you totally make me feel special and even though the rest of the crew might really, really not like you, know I’m on your side.”

“Mhmm.” Buggy hummed in response, eyes hungrily watching you. “I appreciate that, sweetness.”

You smiled. “You hungry?” You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him carefully like he was a baby. The blue hairs that peaked from under the striped bandana tickled your skin.

Buggy enjoyed being around you, especially since you were so generous and careful with him, the others simply tossed him into the sack or an empty barrel whenever he even spoke. But you, you fed him, you defended him, you took care of him and did the exact opposite of what everyone else did. “I’m hungry for one thing, that’s for sure, sweetness.” The clown replied, eyes still clued onto your tits as you entered the small kitchen.

“Hey, maybe we can brush through that tangled mess once we get a quick snack.” You replied giddily with a big smile, “Hey, and wanna know another thing—“ You heard a string of groans follow as soon as you stepped into the room with Buggy.

“I gave him to you specifically to get away from him.” Zoro groaned, making Sanji nod in agreement.

“I’ll be out soon, stop your whining.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, reaching for the basket of fruit and picking out two apples. You picked up a knife and cutting board, quickly going to work and chopping up a few apple slices. “So as I was saying, nobody has ever taken me seriously, which why I also like you, you don’t make fun of me which is what many others do.”

Zoro and Sanji glanced at eachother with questioning looks as you proceeded with your mini rant, both of them making eye contact with the clown head that smirked at them, a cheeky look in his eyes.

“But I mean, Luffy chose me to be a part of his crew so obviously I can be more, I’m not dumb, and I feel like more people need to take me seriously.”

“Hey.” The clown smirked as he watched your every move, finally speaking up about his slight obsessing with your chest. “Nice tits.”

“Thank you!” You happily replied with a smile, placing the slices on a clean plate and taking Buggy back to your room as everyone stared in shock. “Goodnight boys!”

“Yeah, goodnight fellas!” Buggy called out, and if only he’d had the rest of his body he’d most definitely be given them a middle finger.

“How is it that a clown can do better at getting that girl then me?” Sanji muttered in annoyance.

Forever will live, love, and laugh Buggy

yummy, I <3 men who are bbyg’s

#buggy is my man #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #buggy thoughts #one piece #one piece show #one piece live action #buggy smut #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy

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kathaelipwse · 1 month ago

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Silence Is Not Safe | Straykids (HL)

(Hyung Line x Reader – Separate Scenarios) (Maknae Line x Reader – Separate Scenarios)(to be released)

Genre: Established Relationship | Teasing | Spice | Fluff | Soft Dom | Punishment Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, domination elements, teasing, soft-core power play (all SFW but heavy tension), STILL MDNI Length: 800-900 words Authors Note: Each one may love you. But if you cross them with a prank? You get teased, denied, and loved within an inch of your sanity.

Bang Chan –

Chan comes home tired but glowing, arms open wide for his usual welcome-home hug.

You walk past him, silent. You eat dinner beside him, silent. You ignore his cheek kiss, his compliments, his movie night cuddles. Silent.

At first, he’s patient. Then he gets concerned. Then? Suspicious.

“Okay… either you’re mad at me, or you’ve been body-snatched by a petty ghost.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin.

It’s not until you “accidentally” flinch when he tries to hug you that he snaps. He straightens, eyes narrowing. He sets down his cup with precision.

“...You’re pranking me.”

You break. Laughing, clapping, admitting everything.

Chan blinks slowly.

Then? He lifts you up effortlessly, arms secure under your thighs, carrying you down the hallway.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You think that’s funny?”

You giggle. “Okay—but it was just a joke. I love you.” “…A joke?” His tone is dangerous. Sexy. Your breath stutters. “Okay, I’m—kinda turned on now.”

His eyes darken. He smirks.

“Perfect. You’re not getting any.” “Now you suffer.”

He throws you onto the bed, wraps around you like a vine, and begins the slowest, softest assault of neck kisses, lingering back rubs, and endless teasing cuddles.

“Go ahead. Beg.”

Lee Know –

You pull the prank from morning to night. Not even the cats soften your silence.

Minho tries bribes, sarcasm, even fake crying.

By dinner, he’s done.

“...So. You’re committing to the bit, huh?” “Okay. Fine. We’ll play dirty.”

He walks over, lifts you bridal-style, and starts marching toward the bedroom with your protests ignored.

“You lost the right to speak. You want attention? You’ll get it. My way.”

He tosses you gently onto the bed and cages you in with his arms.

You whisper, “Okay... I’m turned on now.”

He smirks, and leans in, lips hovering over yours.

“Then this will really hurt.”

He spends the next hour kissing everywhere but your mouth, tracing your arms, whispering threats of what you won’t get.

“Poor thing. All that effort for nothing.” “Say you’re sorry. Then maybe I’ll let you smell me.”

Changbin –

Changbin starts worried. Genuinely. He thinks he did something wrong, and his voice trembles a bit when he asks, “Did I… mess up?”

You feel guilty — but you're in too deep now.

You go all day ignoring him. No touches, no cuddles, no reactions.

At night, you finally break. “It was a prank…”

He stops mid-motion, blinks, then takes two slow steps toward you.

“You made me feel like I lost you. That I wasn’t enough.”

You open your mouth, but he doesn’t let you speak.

He lifts you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like you’re glass, and whispers as he lays you on the bed.

“Now? I’m gonna cuddle you so hard you forget how to walk.”

You gulp. “I’m kinda turned on, though…”

“Too bad, baby.”

He locks his legs around yours, nuzzles into your neck, and covers you in sweet, suffocating affection.

“This is your punishment. Affection until your brain turns to mush.”

Hyunjin –

You pull the silent prank while he’s sketching your portrait. He’s confused. Then amused. Then… theatrical.

“Ah… my muse has abandoned me. Her silence is sharper than a blade.”

He tries poetry. Dancing. Even paints you a tiny angry cat holding a sign: “Talk to me pls.”

Still nothing.

You finally break, giggling.

Hyunjin's eyes gleam. “Oh. You think this is over?”

He scoops you up like a prince in a drama and spins you in circles before tossing you onto the bed dramatically.

“You wounded me.”

You murmur, “I’m kinda turned on now…”

He gasps. “No. No you don’t get pleasure. You get poetic revenge.”

He buries you in pillows, body pressed against yours like a heat trap. Every time you lean in for a kiss, he gives you a forehead smooch instead.

“You crave fire, and I give you rain.” “You want ruin? I give you cuddles.”

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babyjinsu · 3 months ago

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ have you seen my daughter? ꒱ ˎˊ˗

what is a mother to do—when her daughter has gone missing?

any riize member x fem!reader || 1.5k

౨ৎ missing person, kidnapping implied, financial issue mentioned

“excuse me—have you seen my daughter?!”

your mother stops and tugs at a boy’s sleeve, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric as she’s afraid that he might disregard her like the others—thinking she’s crazy, with her messed up hair, tired face, and… raggedy old-fashioned outfit.

he startles, blinking down at her, and for a moment, she thinks he might ignore her like the rest. instead, he removes his earbuds.

the city is like that—indifferent, moving at a pace too fast for a mother’s grief.

she fumbles in her bag when she realises that he’s staying, panicking—trying not to waste too much of the young boy’s time and attention—pulling out a creased photograph. it’s a not-so-formal picture of you. a picture you took when you had to apply for your university’s application. it’s not really recent nor is it old, maybe a year or two younger. your hair was shorter then, eyes clearer, brighter smile. excited to be studying in the city.

the way your mother’s fingers shake as she holds it up makes it seem fragile, like the image itself might go missing too if she doesn’t hold it onto her dear life.

“please,” she says, her voice wavering. “this is my daughter��yn, she’s been missing for days and she was last seen near here,” your mother continues, pointing at the place you were last seen—a japanese restaurant just tucked between the alley.

“she was wearing, uh—” she swallows her panic, “a white blouse, a blue skirt, and, and she has a pink scarf wrapped around her neck. she—she has a birthmark here, just under her jaw.” your mother tilts her head up and taps her finger at where you have your birthmark. she gives more major details—your hair colour, eyes colour, specific features that you have.

“have you seen her?”

the boy looks at your picture—then at your mother. there’s something unreadable flickering across his face. a flicker of recognition? pity? amusement? but it smooths over so quickly, she thinks she must have imagined it.

“is she around this height?” he asks, moving his hand midair, just below his shoulder.

your mother’s eyes flicker to the gesture, her breath hitching as she nods eagerly. “yes! about that tall—maybe a little shorter if she wasn’t wearing heels!” there’s a desperation in her voice, something fragile and clinging.

the boy hums, tilting his head as if trying to recall something just out of his reach. his gaze flickers back to the photograph. then, he reaches out his hand. “can i see it?”

your mother hesitates, her fingers tightening around the edges of the picture.

it’s a mother’s instinct—a mother’s reluctance to let go of her daughter on a piece of paper even for a moment. but she exhales, shakily, and places it in his waiting palm.

he takes it carefully, as if he’s handling something delicate. his thumb brushes over the image, over your cheek, your hair like he’s tucking it, pressing his thumb faintly on your lips on the creased paper before smoothing over the fine lines of your face. his eyes linger, he tugs on his bottom lip—suppressing a smile.

“yeah…” he murmurs, almost to himself. he glances up to your mother. “she does look familiar.”

your mother’s breath catches—she swears she could’ve passed out right there and then. “you’ve seen her?”

he nods, slow and deliberate. his brows knitting together in careful thought. “i think so. a few nights ago. near that bus stop.” he says, pointing at a bus stop. your mother immediately follows his index, looking at the worn out, obviously unmaintained bus stop. the cctv hangs on its last wire, broken.

his eyes remain on her.

your mother turns to look at him, gasping. “the station? was she alone? was she okay? did you talk to her?”

he hesitates, just for a second before pursing his lips and offering her a small, almost apologetic smile. “ah… i don’t really know. it was dark. but i remember the pink scarf, and blue skirt. she’s a cute girl, right…?” he asks, arching an eyebrow as he looks down to your mother.

he studies the way her lips part slightly, her eyes widen at the mention of the odd comment. yeah, you’ve been told you’re adorable before…

stuttering, she nods. “yes—yes… she is.” she barely hears herself over the pounding in her ears. she taps on the photograph he’s holding. “you really saw her?”

“i did talk to her,” he hums, rubbing the back of his neck. his voice casual and effortless.“she asked to borrow my phone to call someone… then, she asked if i could drop her off somewhere,”

your mother stills. the air around her seems to thin. “she—she asked you to drop her off? where—?” she can hear her own heartbeat drumming in her ears.

he nods. “yeah… she looked so nervous. she kept looking around like someone was following her.” his lips press together for a moment, then he glances at your photograph again, feigning thoughtfulness. “but she was so polite. really soft-spoken. really soft,”

your mother’s finger twitches, she’s about to take back the picture from his hand when he lets out a soft hum, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head like he’s recalling what happened that night. her hand falls down to her side.

“did she say where she was going?”

the boy exhales, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “no,” he shakes his head, looking at her with pity in his eyes. “she just asked me if i could take her back to her friend’s house.”

her throat tightens. “why didn’t you drop her off at the police station?”

for the second time, something flickers across his face. it’s quick—almost imperceptible. a crack in the kindness, but it’s gone before she can confirm it.

he lets out a small chuckle, almost embarrassed. “i asked her the same thing,” his thumb caresses your cheek in the photograph absentmindedly. your mother doesn’t notice it. “she was in panic and said she didn’t want to go there. said she was scared.”

your mother’s stomach twists. her breathing uneven but she tries to keep it under radar. he notices. “scared? scared like what—like how?”

“mmhm,” his voice dips, quieter like he’s letting her in on something secret. “she told me she got into some trouble—financially. people were looking for her. i thought maybe it was, like a… loan shark thing.” he glances at your mother, watching, waiting.

her breath catches, and she’s quick to deny. “no, that’s not—” she stops herself, pressing a hand to her chest. the words feel wrong, so foreign, you would have told her—you would have told her if you’re short on money. you wouldn’t—no, you really wouldn’t borrow someone else’s.

yes, your family is poor—your siblings don’t even have the privilege to pursue education but—

the boy tilts his head slightly, humming thoughtfully. “that’s what she told me,” he murmurs, almost apologetically. “this girl… yeah—she seemed really on edge. she kept looking over at my car’s door handle and the side mirrors.”

“what?”

he shifts his weight like he doesn’t quite know how to put it in words. “i don’t know, she acted so weird that night,” he continues, sighing. “even i was having a hard time figuring her out. her hands kept twitching and every time i slowed down at a red light, she looked like she was going to jump out of the car.”

something cold crawls up your mother’s spine.

“she… she wanted to get out?”

his lips press together before shrugging slightly. “ i guess so…” his lips curve into an almost regretful smile. “she asked me to drop her off by the street but there was nothing, no houses, no stations… so i insisted that i drop her off at her friend’s house.”

your mother sways slightly on her feet. her head feels light. her breathing—heavy and uneven like she’s going to hyperventilate and break down at any moment if she doesn’t know what happened to her daughter.

“why did you…?” her voice barely makes it past her lips.

“it didn’t feel right to leave her in the middle of nowhere,” he looks down at her. his eyes narrow, emotionless. “i told her it wasn’t safe. she cried, then went quiet for a long time after that.”

a lump forms in your mother’s throat. she thinks she’s going to puke in the middle of the street.

you cried? oh lord, what happened to you?

he sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. “then i dropped her off at her friend’s house. ‘s all.”

her hands tremble as she clutches her bag tighter. “where—? where is her friend’s house?”

his fingers drum against his hips, licking his lips to wet them, he then gestures down the street with his index. his smile doesn’t falter, it deepens just slightly that it seems thoughtful.

“it’s not that far,” he says, voice warm and kind. he looks down at your mother with the smile he had on when he studies your picture. “i can take you there, if you’d like.”

despite the cold sinking deep into her bones, despite the sick feeling curling in her gut, despite her mother’s instinct yelling and warning her no—she nods.

because what else can she do?

with practiced ease, he folds the photograph between his fingers, slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans. she doesn’t notice it.

oh, you’ll love this.

💭 sorry for not being able to be as active & post a proper fic :"( hopefully u guys enjoy these scraps for the time being.........

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sherewrytes · 7 months ago

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading

Taglist: @topshotdivaa @prettypink-princesss @burpzz @niaizzy1623 @jcoleisbetter @msjaeger @hidd3nbimbo @vampimilikis @nova2kss honeydrzzldpeaches

Chapter 5:

Hange moved quickly, dropping their bag on the coffee table and pulling out supplies. “Let me guess,” they said, glancing at Ony’s blood-soaked towel. “Eren?”

“Who else?” Ony muttered, wincing as Hange peeled the towel away from his arm.

“Damn, clean shot. Lucky it wasn’t worse.” Hange’s voice was casual, like they were discussing the weather. “What’s his problem this time?”

Ony gave a short, bitter laugh. “He’s obsessed with my cousin.”

I felt my face heat up as Hange shot me a curious glance. “Ah,” they said, pulling on a pair of gloves. “That explains the fireworks outside. You’ve got quite the admirer.”

“Admirer?” I snapped. “He shot my cousin!”

Hange shrugged, already disinfecting the wound. “Love makes people do stupid things. In Eren’s case, it makes him do dangerous things.”

Ony hissed as Hange worked but didn’t say anything more. I sat down on the armrest of the couch, my nerves still on edge.

“He’s insane,” I muttered. “I went out there, and he was laughing like it was all some joke.”

Hange glanced up briefly. “That’s Eren for you. He’s always been… intense.”

“Intense?” Ony growled. “He’s a damn psychopath.”

Hange smiled faintly. “And yet Levi haven’t kicked him out of the crew.”

Ony grunted, not offering a response. Hange finished patching him up, carefully wrapping the wound. “There. You’ll live,” they said, leaning back. “Try not to get shot again tonight, yeah?”

Ony rolled his eyes, but I could see the exhaustion in his face. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Hange started packing up their supplies, then turned to me. “You should be careful,” they said, their tone suddenly serious. “Eren’s not the kind of guy who lets go easily. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up tangled in his mess.”

I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing. “I can handle him.”

Hange raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. They stood up, slinging their bag over their shoulder. “Good luck with that,” they said, heading for the door. “And Ony? Maybe next time, don’t escalate things. You’re not exactly helping.”

Ony grunted, and Hange left without another word. Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

“You need to stay away from him,” Ony said finally, his voice low and serious. “I mean it, Y/N. He’s already too far gone. Don’t let him take you with him.”

I didn’t respond, my mind still spinning. I knew Ony was right. But some part of me, the part that couldn’t forget the way Eren looked at me, the intensity in his eyes, wasn’t ready to let go.

Not yet.

I sighed, shutting Ony’s bedroom door quietly behind me. He had passed out almost immediately after I helped him onto his bed, the pain and exhaustion finally catching up. His breathing was heavy, but steady—he’d be fine, for now.

The house was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every little noise feel amplified. I pulled out my phone and saw Eren’s name light up the screen again. Another text. "Don’t ignore me, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, scrolling through the onslaught of messages he’d sent. Half of them were variations of "You good?" or "Answer me." The other half? Straight-up unhinged.

Finally, I tapped out a response: Me: Did you truly have to shoot him?

The reply came instantly. He sent a photo—no, two. The first was of his thigh, wrapped in bloody bandages, a fresh reminder of the night Ony put a bullet in him. The second? A close-up of his car door, two jagged bullet holes in the sleek car metal.

Eren: Fair game.

I stared at the images, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A mix of anger and disbelief bubbled in my chest. He was so damn nonchalant, as if shooting Ony was just some petty tit-for-tat.

Me: This isn’t a game, Eren.

He replied almost immediately. Eren: Life’s a game, baby. And I’m just playing to win.

I clenched my teeth, feeling my frustration spike. Me: You’re insane.

Eren: You like it though.

I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone. He wasn’t wrong, and that infuriated me even more. There was something about him—his chaos, his intensity, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in his twisted world.

But I couldn’t let that consume me. Not when it meant dragging Ony, and maybe even myself, further into his madness. I needed to be smart, to stay grounded.

Yet, even as I told myself that, I could feel my resolve slipping.

As I stared at my phone, heart pounding in my chest, the doorbell rang. My thoughts scattered, and I looked up, my pulse quickening when I saw the familiar hellcat pull up in front of the house. Eren.

Before I could process what was happening, my phone buzzed with a message from him. “Come for a ride with me.”

The words were simple, but they felt like an invitation into the chaos. I glanced at Ony, still passed out in his room, his steady breathing the only sound in the house. Part of me knew I should stay. I should stay and be the voice of reason, try to pull away from all this madness. But the other part of me—the one that was dangerously drawn to Eren—felt the magnetic pull to go with him, to see where his dangerous world could take me.

I couldn't help myself. My thumb slid over the phone, sending the reply. “Fine.”

The door creaked open, and there he was—standing in the doorway, eyes darker than usual, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence swallowing up the space between us.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low, the familiar intensity radiating off him.

Before I could say anything, he was already close, his hand wrapping around my wrist. He pulled me toward him with surprising force, his fingers tightening just enough to make me feel every bit of his strength. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with that same reckless energy I’d come to both fear and crave.

“Come on, Y/N,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me even closer. “Come for a ride with me.”

I didn't have the words to fight back. Not when he was so close. Not when his body was radiating that familiar, dangerous energy that always made my pulse race. My body moved on instinct, following his lead.

“Let’s see how deep you really want to dive into this world,” he whispered, a dark promise in his words.

He let go of my wrist, guiding me toward the car. I hesitated for a moment, but then that familiar pull, the one that had dragged me into his world in the first place, kicked in. I took a step forward, my legs shaky beneath me, and followed him to the passenger side of his car.

As I slid into the seat, Eren was already behind the wheel, his hand gripping the steering wheel with a tightness that told me he wasn’t just driving—he was headed somewhere with purpose. Somewhere that would pull me deeper into his world.

“I hope you’re ready, Y/N,” he said, his smirk never fading as he turned the key and revved the engine. “This ride is only just beginning.”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat as he sped off, the night closing in around us.

Eren's POV

I could feel the tension in the air as Y/N slid into the passenger seat. She was quiet, her body language stiff, but her eyes—those eyes—told me everything. The hesitation, the intrigue, the pull. She wanted this, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

I revved the engine, the deep growl of the car’s power vibrating beneath us. It matched the restless energy coursing through me. I wanted to test her, see how far she was willing to go. How far she was willing to follow me into this mess of violence, chaos, and everything in between.

I glanced over at her as I drove, my eyes lingering on the way she sat—her hands clenched tight in her lap, her gaze out the window, but I knew she was aware of everything. Of me. Of the world I lived in. I could feel her trying to stay distant, trying to keep herself grounded, but I wasn’t letting that happen. Not tonight.

“Why do you stay away from me?” I asked, my voice low, my eyes flicking over to her. “You think you can just ignore everything that’s happening around you, Y/N? That this... we... don't matter?” I chuckled bitterly, gripping the wheel tighter.

I could see the way her jaw clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t ready to answer yet. She wasn’t ready to face the truth of it.

“You’re so fucking afraid of this world, aren’t you?” I muttered, barely able to keep the frustration from my voice. “Afraid of what I am. Afraid of what I could make you into. But you can’t deny the pull, can you?”

I saw her shoulders tense, but she stayed silent. I knew she was fighting the same damn battle I was. The attraction, the desire, the push and pull of wanting something that could destroy you. But damn, if I wasn’t going to make her see it. I wasn’t going to let her walk away from me this time.

I drove faster, the night blurring by, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her fear, her excitement, the uncertainty—everything that was running through her head. She was thinking about it, weighing the consequences, trying to decide if she should pull away or dive deeper into this.

When we reached the outskirts of town, I slowed down and turned into a secluded spot by the water, the silence of the place almost eerie. I cut the engine, the sudden quiet almost suffocating.

“Having fun!,” I ordered, my tone sharp, the power dynamic shifting again. This wasn’t just about a ride anymore. This was about control. And she wasn’t going to get out of this one that easy.

I watched her eyes flicker toward the door, the hesitation written all over her face. But she didn’t argue. Instead, she looked out the window into the cold night air.

“You know, you could just walk away from all this,” I said, my voice softer now, but still carrying that edge. “But something tells me you’re not going to. Something tells me you want this.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel her body tensing again, her emotions swirling. She couldn’t lie to me—not anymore.

“I want you to see everything I can offer you, Y/N,” I continued, my voice now a low whisper that only she could hear. “Everything. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up wanting more than you can handle.”

I reached out, my hand brushing against hers, feeling the electricity between us, and I smirked as she froze, her breath hitching in her throat. She wasn’t ready to admit it, but I could tell. I could feel it. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Come here,” I murmured, my voice dark with intent as I pulled her closer. She didn’t resist, not this time. Not when I was this close, not when the tension was this thick.

I kissed her, hard and possessive, feeling the desperation in the way her lips parted. She was falling, and she didn’t even know it yet. But I did. And I wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now.

The world we were about to enter—it would consume us both. But I was going to make damn sure she didn’t walk away from me. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me,” I whispered against her lips. “Or I’ll make sure you’ll never forget what happens when you get too close to me.”

I pulled into the lookout, the city lights stretching out below us like a sea of stars. It was quiet up here, the kind of quiet that let me think clearly for once. I parked the car and leaned back, soaking in the view for a moment before reaching into the glove compartment. The familiar crinkle of my stash bag brought a grin to my face as I pulled out my weed and started rolling up.

Y/N sat beside me, tense as hell, like she was sitting next to a loaded gun. I guess, in a way, she was. But she didn’t need to be afraid. Not of me. Not like this.

I glanced at her, smirking as I licked the paper and sealed the joint. “You’re looking at me like I’m about to bury a body,” I said, lighting up and taking a slow drag. The smoke curled up between us, and I offered it to her. “Relax. I don’t bite... unless you ask.”

She gave me a sharp glare, but her lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh. “You’re not funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” I shot back, leaning in a little, letting the weight of my presence sink in. She didn’t flinch, though. She never did. That’s what I liked about her. She had this quiet strength, even when she was scared out of her mind.

She sighed, finally taking the joint from my hand. She didn’t smoke, not really, but tonight was different. Tonight, she was here with me, and I could see the walls she always kept up starting to crack. She took a tentative puff, coughing a little, and I laughed.

“First time?” I teased, leaning back against the car, watching her with lazy amusement.

“Shut up,” she muttered, handing it back to me. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a spark of defiance that only made me like her more.

We sat in silence for a while, passing the joint back and forth, the tension between us easing just a little. The city below us felt a world away, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about the gang, about Ony, or about Levi and his constant threats. I was just here, with her.

“I know what you think of me,” I said after a while, my voice low, almost casual. “You think I’m some kind of monster.”

She didn’t answer right away, and I could see her struggling to find the right words. Finally, she said, “I don’t think you’re a monster... I just think you’re dangerous.”

I smiled at that, a slow, knowing smile. “You’re right. I am dangerous. But not with you, Y/N. Never with you.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine like she was trying to figure me out. “Why do you even want me around, Eren? You could have anyone.”

I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on hers. “Because you see me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “The real me. And you’re still here.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to believe me, but she was scared. Scared of what being with me would mean, scared of what she might become if she let herself fall.

But I wasn’t going to let her run. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” I murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll show you the world, but only if you’re brave enough to walk through the fire with me.”

She looked right at me then said flatly " No."

Her words hit harder than any bullet ever could. I felt my jaw clench, the anger boiling beneath the surface, but I forced myself to keep calm. The joint between my fingers burned slowly, the smoke curling lazily into the air, but I barely noticed it now.

“So, that’s what this is about?” I asked, my voice low, almost too calm. “Ony?”

She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine. “You tell me, Eren. Why shoot up the one person who’s been there for me my whole life? Why drag him into your mess?”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “He dragged himself in. Ony’s a big boy; he knew what he was signing up for when he got involved with this life.”

Her gaze didn’t waver, and the weight of her silence was suffocating. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady. “He’s in that life because of people like you. Because he thinks that’s the only way to protect the people he cares about.”

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, the joint now forgotten. “And what about you, huh? You think Ony’s some saint? He’s out there doing the same shit I do. Only difference is, I don’t hide who I am.”

She looked away then, her eyes focusing on the city lights beyond the windshield. “I’m not blind, Eren. I know Ony’s not perfect, but at least he tries to keep me out of it. You? You’re dragging me in.”

That stung more than I wanted to admit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the rage simmering beneath the surface. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not dragging you in. I’m trying to bring you closer so you’ll be safe. With me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Safe? With you? You’re the reason I’m in danger in the first place.”

I felt my hands tighten into fists, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under the pressure. “You think I wanted to shoot Ony? You think I don’t care about you? Everything I do, everything I’ve done—it’s for you, Y/N.”

She finally turned back to me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “Then stop, Eren. If you really care about me, stop dragging me into your world”

Her words hung in the air, a challenge, a plea. I didn’t know what to say, and for once, I didn’t have a clever comeback or a deflection. All I could do was sit there, the weight of her words pressing down on me, heavier than any gun I’d ever carried.

I hated this feeling—this vulnerability she brought out in me. But more than that, I hated the thought of losing her.

Her laughter caught me off guard, cutting through the tension like a blade. I turned to look at her, and there she was, shaking her head, a wry smile on her lips.

“Ony’s only ever been shot twice, you know,” she said, her tone somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Once when you and him went on some hit or... whatever the hell you two do. And now, by you.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat. “He had it coming,” I muttered, but she didn’t let me off that easy.

“My mama and his are gonna be pissed,” she continued, her laughter fading but that smirk still lingering. “His mom already hates that he’s in this life, just like his dad was. But you know what? Ony keeps the lights on, pays all the bills, and then some. So she ignores it. Pretends like it’s not happening.”

I let out a low whistle. “Man’s carrying a lot, huh?”

She shot me a look that said You think? “Yeah, Eren. And now you’re out here shooting up his arm like it’s just another day at the office.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just shrugged, trying to play it cool. “He’ll be fine. Ony’s tough.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. “That’s not the point, Eren. You keep pushing, and one day you’re gonna cross a line you can’t come back from.”

I turned my head to face her fully, my jaw tightening. “I’m already in too deep, Y/N. There’s no turning back for me. But you? You’re different. You’re my escape.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. “You say that, but all you’re doing is pulling me deeper into your mess.”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t argue with her. She wasn’t wrong. I was selfish, and I knew it. But I wasn’t ready to let her go—not now, not ever.

I leaned over, trying to close the space between us. Her eyes narrowed, and she shoved me back, her voice sharp. “Out of my face, Eren.”

I chuckled, leaning back, letting her have her moment. She was fiery, and I liked that about her. But before I could say anything else, her phone buzzed on the console. She glanced at the screen, and her face immediately tensed.

“It’s Ony’s mom,” she muttered, swiping to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice was steady at first, but I could hear the panic rising on the other end of the line. Ony’s mom was shouting, her words a blur of anger and fear. I caught snippets—“Why am I hearing Ony’s been shot again?”—“It happened in front of the house?!”—“Do we need to move again?”

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes for a second, gathering herself. “Aunt Selene, calm down. Ony’s fine, I promise. He’s patched up already.”

Her aunt wasn’t buying it, her voice breaking as she cried on the line. “Fine? You think I’m supposed to believe that? Every time I turn around, it’s something else with that boy! I can’t lose him, Y/N.”

I watched Y/N work to steady her own voice, her free hand gripping the edge of her seat like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “You’re not gonna lose him. I’ll keep an eye on him, okay? I won’t let anything happen to him.”

She was lying, but it was what her aunt needed to hear. Selene eventually calmed, her sobs turning into quiet sniffles. They exchanged a few more words before Y/N hung up and let out a long, shaky breath.

I didn’t say anything, just watched her. She wiped at her eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears forming, but I saw them. I saw the weight she carried, and for the first time in a long while, something stirred in me—something like guilt.

She was cleaning up my mess.

And the worst part? I didn’t feel bad for what I’d done. I felt bad because she had to bear the brunt of it. Watching her suffer for my sins… it unsettled me. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“You okay?” I asked finally, my voice softer than usual.

She shot me a glare. “Do I look okay, Eren?”

Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the air between us. She turned to face me, her voice sharp, furious. “Drop me the fuck back to my house and stay away from me, Eren. I’m serious.”

I didn’t move, didn’t even glance away from the road. “No.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the storm brewing in them. “So you're into kidnapping now?”

I smirked, keeping my eyes fixed on the road as I navigated through the streets. “No, but you’re not cutting me out before giving me a fair shot.”

She crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat, glaring at me with a fire in her eyes. “Why me?” she demanded, her voice a mixture of confusion and frustration.

I could’ve said a million things. I could’ve told her it was because of her strength, her intelligence, how different she was from the chaos I thrived in. But deep down, I knew the truth. The real reason I couldn’t stay away was darker, messier. I loved to ruin things I shouldn’t.

But instead of saying that, I answered, "Because you're perfect for me."

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the closest thing I could give her.

I watched her glare at me, eyes burning with defiance, and I couldn't help myself. The pull was too strong. I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips crashed onto hers, and the moment they touched, I felt that electric connection I'd been craving. She tasted just as I imagined—sweet, yet full of fire.

I expected resistance. Hell, I almost wanted it—her pushing me away, her fighting me—but instead, she melted into the kiss, her body softening as if she couldn’t help herself. It made me want her even more.

But then, just as quickly as it began, she shoved me away, and I was sent back into the driver’s seat with a painful thud. My head hit the door window, hard, and for a moment, everything was spinning. The sharp pain barely registered as I rubbed the back of my head, more surprised than hurt.

She sat there, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, her face flushed with anger and something else.

“You’re insane,” she spat, wiping her lips as if my kiss had left a bad taste behind.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She glared at me again, fury simmering just beneath the surface. But deep down, I could see it—the slightest crack in her armor, the way she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the chaos I’d just unleashed between us.

didn’t let the shove or her anger bother me. She wasn’t going to stop me that easily. I leaned in again, ignoring the burning frustration in her eyes. Before she could push me away, I kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate. My lips were firm but gentle as I kissed her, making sure she felt every inch of me. I felt her breath catch, and it made me smile.

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing hers as I whispered, "Please, YN. Just this once. Give in to me."

There was no desperation in my voice, only a raw sincerity, something I don’t think I ever showed anyone before. I wanted her to understand that this wasn’t just about me taking control. It was more than that. I needed to show her that she didn’t have to be so guarded around me.

Her eyes flickered, unsure, but I could see the hesitation in her gaze, the tug of curiosity she was trying to fight. She wasn’t immune to me, not completely, and I could feel it.

I held my breath, waiting for her to decide.

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #eren yeager #eren aot #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren jeager smut #eren x reader #attack on titan eren #aot x you #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #sherewrytes

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ludicdoll · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: smoking, farleigh actually being nice, oliver hate train

synopsis: farleigh finds you drunk and alone outside of a party.

a/n: some soft farleigh content cuz i feel like i never write about him like this enoughhh

you don’t know what happened, but you were sitting outside on the steps of the stairs leading up to the loud party, your coat half way off your shoulders, and one of your heels seemed to have broken off. you had one too many drinks and now you were all alone, shivering and fidgeting with your dress. you came to the party with your friends, but they disappeared on you while you were throwing up in the bathroom. you frown as you frantically ask people leaving the club if you could catch a ride with them to get back to your dorm, but they all declined and quickly sped past you. you groan loudly, the door behind you swinging open and closes with a loud thud, the sound of a lighter igniting making you turn around. you look over your shoulder, sighing in relief when you see a familiar face. “farleigh,” you breathe out. he lights the cigarette in his mouth before looking down at the steps.

his face shifts, eyes widening slightly. “oh, it’s you.” he says. you pout, confused with his sarcastic tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask as you make an attempt to get up before quickly tumbling forwards due to your broken heel. you catch yourself on the railing, turning back around and slumping over to farleigh. “god, you’re a fucking mess.” he teases, the smoke from his cigarette filling the deck. he has an amused expression on his face, almost like he was holding back a laugh. he scoots over to make more space for you, pulling out another cigar from his pocket. you smell the faint scent of his signature bold cologne, whiskey on his breathe. you lean against the cold bricks, taking the cigar from his fingers. he lights up your cigarette from your mouth, his eyes glistening from the flame. farleigh looks down at your feet, arching a brow at the heel hanging off from the bottom of the shoe. “i partied too hard.” you slur out. he rolls his eyes, laughing at your joke.

he seemed more assertive and calm right now, not his like usual upbeat, dickhead self. he looked tired, his eyes were low and dark, his curls slightly disheveled—but he still looked posh and perfect. you and farleigh weren’t exactly friends per se, you knew each other through felix but rarely talked outside of that. although, when you did get the chance to talk to farleigh alone, you realized his bold demeanor changed when it came to you. he still had that sassy, asshole-ish pep and tone to him, but he was nice when he wanted to be. “where’s your squad?” you ask, he looks confused. “my squad?” he repeats.

“yea, annabel, alicia, felix, oli—”

“ah, tut, tut.” farleigh quickly cuts you off with a finger, “we don’t talk about him.” he groans as he blows the thin line of smoke out of his mouth.

you scoff, “why…why do you hate him so much?” he looks down at you, a bleak expression on his face. “because.” you cock your head to the side, squinting. “because, what?” you press. he clicks his tongue, ignoring your question. farleigh clenches his jaw. you both go silent, just soaking in the dark sky and the muffled music from inside the building. “farleigh,” you mumble as you draw away from your cigarette. “mhm?” he hums back, his eyelids low and fixated on you. “can you walk me to my dorm?” he raises his brows, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please,” you whine. “you can’t leave a drunk girl unattended on the streets—plus, my heel is broken!” you point back to your feet. farleigh looks at you up and down for a while before clearing his throat. you lean closer to him, your shoulder touching his arm. you look up at him with pleading eyes as he lets out an annoyed moan and turns away.

“fuck, fine.” he says in defeat. farleigh drops his cigarette on the deck, putting it out with his foot. you quirk up from the wall, stumbling back. farleigh launches forward, instantly grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling. he pulls you closer to his body, rolling his eyes. “you’re gonna bust your ass if you keep walking around like that.” he mutters into your ear as he swings his arm over your shoulder. you giggle, raising your cigarette again to your lips. “you’re so nice, far.” you hiccup as he looks down at you, a surprised expression on his face from the nickname. “sure. you’re lucky i’m here to help you instead of that weirdo.” he strides forward as you trip over your own feet trying to catch up with him. “who?” you inquire. “you know who.” he replies. you furrow your brows and look around for a second before realizing he was talking about oliver.

“i thought you came with your friends.” he says. “i did.” you reply, “where are they? why don’t they take you back to the dorms?” you watch your feet as you step on the cracks of the sidewalk. “mm, i don’t know.” you admit shyly. “they ditched me, i think.” you mumble under your breath. farleigh laughs quietly, patting your shoulder in a sympathetic manner. you both walked in silence for a while, his arm wrapped tightly around you. you felt your face heating up and your knees wobbling underneath you everytime his cold fingers grazed your bare skin. his curls fell perfectly in front of his eyes, his confident grin only making you melting into his touch. you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, trying to focus on walking without tripping over something.

the club wasn’t that far from oxford, it was just a few minutes away in walking distance—and you were thankful for that since your feet were slowly killing you. you close your eyes and lay your head against his arm as he continues to lead you through the grounds of the school.

when you open your eyes again, you realize you’re already in the dorm hallways. farleigh walks around for a minute until he abruptly stops in front of your door. “you remembered?” you peer up at him, shocked he knew where your dorm was. “of course, how could i forget the day you had a mental break down and called everybody to your room?” he replies sarcastically. his hand travels down your waist to your bag, searching for your keys. you yawn as he finally inserts the key inside the lock, pushing the door open with his foot as you stumble in his arms. you walk over to your bed, instantly falling face first into your mattress. you hear your keys being set on your desk, then the lamp being switched on—the room illuminated in a dim warm light. farleigh mutters a quiet “oh god” under his breath as he unstraps your heels off your feet, tossing them by the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. “this place is a mess, y’know?”

“uh huh,” you reply mindlessly as you dig yourself deeper in the warm sheets of your bed. you watch as farleigh walks over to you, looking down at your slumped figure with his hands on his hips.

“you gonna be okay?” he asks. you look up at him, letting out an inaudible noise, blabbering something. he pinches his nose bridge, softly laughing in response. farleigh slowly backs away from the edge of the bed—turning around to leave the room, but your hand quickly clutches onto his wrist before he can walk away. “farleighhhh…” you moan out. he turns around, his eyes softening as he looks at your hand around his.

“can you stay with me?” you whisper.

the room is silent, only the sound of his breathing and the crickets outside the window filling the room. you blink, the feeling of sleep slowly taking over your body. “please,” you mutter as you shift your head so you’re looking directly up at him. for a second, he doesn’t respond, the moonlight casting a shadow over his features. “okay,” farleigh sighs as he kneels down next to your bed. you still haven’t let go of his hand, your fingers tightly wrapped around his wrist. you smile sheepishly, giggling when he grimaces and rolls his eyes at your bubbly demeanor. you nuzzle your face against your soft pillows, closing your eyes. farleigh slides his hand away from your grip but goes back to move your hair away from your eyes. “thank you for walking with me.” you say.

farleigh nods, his eyes focused on your tired face. “yea, of course.” he replies.

#archie madekwe #archie madekwe x reader #farleigh start x reader #farleigh #saltburn #farleigh catton #saltburn x reader #farleigh start

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pia55tri · 10 months ago

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“I just moved to my new Monaco apartment, but the removal company refused to carry my mattress upstairs, you live in my building, can you help me?”

thank you, anon, for sending this prompt in and all the other prompts 🫶

It’s just the universe laughing at him, really, that he’s gone and knocked on the neighbour’s door and it opens to Carlos Sainz Jr.’s perfect fucking face. In Monaco.

Oscar doesn’t even know why he’s so surprised. It was Lando who recommended this building to him, a little away from the more busy centre of the little-big city of Monaco. He said he needed it to be subtle, he needed a little bit of air. And Lando, who thrives in the bustle and chaos of the metro, immediately went, Ah! I know the place for you, mate. Check it out? Oscar did and it was perfect. And of course, he should have known that the place was exactly to his standards and needs because Lando heard about it from Carlos, who Lando has always liked saying is very similar to Oscar in all the ways that matter but that Oscar refuses to acknowledge.

“Oscar,” Carlos says with a pleasant inflection that mollifies the brief spike in Oscar’s heart rate. “What a happy surprise. Are you living here, now?”

And Oscar just looks at him with wide eyes. Oscar is still in his crumpled airport clothes and smelling of the sun and desperate for a nap. Carlos is — His hair is a mess about his head. His cheeks are covered with scruff darker than Oscar is used to seeing. And he’s shirtless, flushed lines all over his skin like he was just in bed. And. He looks like he smells like… fresh sheets or pancakes. Luxury cologne.

“Erm. Yeah. Yes. I just moved in today, actually. Actually, I knocked because,” he cringes, “because I needed someone’s help and you were the neighbour…” And, really! He should be grateful his neighbour just so happened to be someone who actually spoke the one language he could speak and not one of the many languages he didn’t. “The moving company left my mattress downstairs and I was thinking of getting maintenance to help bring it up, but they’re all busy right now. I just. I need help.”

(Somewhere in the city, Lando Norris is laughing at him.)

Carlos patiently listens throughout his long, winding plea, and then, finally, nods, and says, “Sure. Let me just put a shirt on.”

“Right,” Oscar says.

Carlos doesn’t even bother closing his door, so Oscar stands there and tries not to watch his muscles moving as he tugs on a shirt that pulls tight around his unfortunately well-shaped biceps.

“Stairs?” he asks.

They’re not anywhere near the ground floor. So, of course, Oscar can’t turn down a challenge like that, and he says, dumbly, “Sure.”

That is how Oscar finds himself not staring at Carlos’s broad shoulders as they make their winding way down too many flights of stairs.

Oscar doesn’t even know what they talk about as they go. All he can think about is how warm it is in the stairwell, and how it makes Carlos’s lilting accent bounce around and settle into the folds of his brains. It must be the jetlag. Or the Monégasque heat. Or the insanity his sisters have always sworn he had.

When they get to the lobby, his mattress is exactly where the moving company had left it, laid mortifyingly out in the open. Thankfully, it is the middle of the day and no other residents are walking about the place to bear witness to this entire thing. Together, they haul the mattress to where it miraculously fits inside the elevator and pick up a rather lovely conversation that Oscar isn’t used to having outside a long plane-ride or at one of someone or other’s parties. What he is used to is ignoring how Carlos’s biceps bulge every time he moves or how his plush lips fall open when he breathes.

When they manoeuvre the mattress around his, actually rather sparse, furniture and onto his bedframe, Oscar is so relieved and grateful that he doesn’t even blush about his underwear lying on the floor of his room.

“Thank you,” he says, kicking a pair of Calvin Kleins behind himself. He tries for a smile. “Really appreciate it, mate.”

“It’s nothing,” Carlos shrugs.

“No, it’s really not,” he insists, leading them to the kitchen. “Actually, do you want to stay for lunch? It’s really the least I could do.”

Carlos raises his brow. “So polite?”

Oscar is about to say something smart when he abruptly shuts his mouth and spins back around from the empty fridge to face Carlos. “I. Erm.”

Carlos looks amused, eyes crinkling at the corners. Oscar can feel the heat radiating off himself.

Carlos laughs easily. “I’ll pick a place and you pay, okay?”

And Oscar nods, calm and cool. “Sure.” He can do that. It’s absolutely normal.

“I’ll drive.”

Oscar keeps nodding. “Erm. Cool.” Very cool. A ride in Carlos’s Ferrari. Nice. Cool. Chill.

But then, Carlos winks and says, “It’s a date.”

And Oscar, helpless, charmed, does not swoon. Instead, he says, “Yeah.”

#just a little silly smth!#osc is really going through it rn #it is sleep deprivation and denial <3 #carcar #5581 #fic #fic req #hope you like this anon HHH #posted it like this instead of replying to your ask bc i only wrote one prompt #hope you still see this anyway HHHSHSHSH

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