#Sorry for the late response! I queue everything out!!

[kaiyunsim]

where or when —

pairing : best friend!leehan x m!reader

summary : seeing your instagram stories with an unfamilliar @ sparks something in leehan, and when he comes to you for a trip, you notice a difference in his attitude…

warnings : fluff, angst if you squint, HIGH amounts of jealousy, reader tends to look over the signs, highschool best friends, college au, lowkey best friend zoned, gyuvin from zb1 as the reader’s friend,

a/n : still trying to do requests 😓 sorry if i’m taking a while… anyways enjoy my leehan fic debut ! (this is me being desperate for bnd + zb1 crumbs) sorry anon if this is kinda half-assed :(

queueing… : where or when - laufey, ever seen - beabadoobe, jupiter - the marías

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— wc : 4.2k — not proof read —

you and leehan still talk. not as much as you used to, but enough that it doesn’t feel like you’ve lost him. there’s a routine now. late-night texts, random memes sent in the middle of the day, and the occasional call when time zones and schedules allow.

it’s different, though. before, you saw him every day. before, it was easy to read his mood, his quirks, the way he’d space out during lunch and suddenly snap back with a weird, offhand comment that made you laugh. now, everything is filtered through a screen, through choppy audio and pixelated video calls where the wifi lags just enough to make his reactions delayed.

but he’s still leehan. still your best friend. even if things feel just a little off.

college is easier to adjust to than you expect. you make friends, settle into your classes, get comfortable in your dorm. and then there’s gyuvin. you don’t even remember how you became close, just that at some point, you started hanging out between classes, grabbing lunch together, and sharing inside jokes. he’s fun, easy to talk to, and he ends up in your stories a lot. mostly because he’s always doing something dumb or funny that’s worth posting. stupid gyuvin

at first, leehan doesn’t say anything. he still sends his usual dry texts in response to your stories, things like “what’s wrong with you” or “why are you like this.” but after a while, something shifts. you don’t notice it right away.

he starts replying less.

normally, he’d at least send a reaction, a thumbs-up emoji, something. now, there are times he doesn’t respond at all. your messages sit on read for hours before he eventually texts back with something short, like “nice” or “cool.”

then, during your calls, he starts acting weird.

“so then he tripped over his own feet and nearly took out an entire table,” you say, laughing as you recall something gyuvin did earlier. “i swear, i thought the waiter was gonna kill him.”

silence.

“…leehan?”

“huh?” his voice finally comes through, like he wasn’t paying attention.

“did you even hear what i said?”

“yeah,” he mutters. “your new friend’s an idiot.”

you pause. “uh, okay? i mean, yeah, but that’s what makes it funny.”

leehan doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t even comment. he just hums, the sound flat and unimpressed.

you brush it off. maybe he’s just tired. he’s always been a little weird about expressing things, so you don’t think much of it.

but then it keeps happening.

you bring up something about your day, something involving gyuvin, and leehan either changes the subject or barely reacts. if he does respond, it’s usually a sarcastic remark, something dry like, “wow, amazing. truly groundbreaking.”

at first, you assume it’s just him being his usual self. he’s always had a bit of a deadpan sense of humor (or laughing like crazy on a good day). but when you’re telling a different story about one of your other friends and he actually engages, asks questions, laughs at the funny parts. you start to wonder.

the final straw is when you catch him online but he doesn’t respond to your message. normally, you wouldn’t care. people get busy. you get busy. but then, out of curiosity, you check his recent activity.

he liked a post.

not just any post, but one of your old ones. something from years ago.

you frown and text him again.

you : you good?

this time, he responds instantly.

ihan : yeah. why?

you : you just liked a post from forever ago, dude. what are you doing, scrolling through my account like a stalker?

ihan : nah, just bored.

you narrow your eyes at your screen.

you : then why didn’t you reply earlier?

there’s a long pause before his next message comes through.

ihan : forgot.

you don’t buy it, but you let it go.

it’s not until later, when you’re lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, that you start piecing things together. the short replies. the sarcastic comments. the lack of enthusiasm whenever you mention gyuvin.

no. no way.

he wouldn’t be… jealous. right?

—

it starts with the @’s.

at first, leehan doesn’t think much of it. people tag their friends in posts all the time. it’s normal. you used to tag him in stupid memes, too. but now, every time he sees gyuvin’s name pop up next to yours, something in his stomach twists.

he tells himself it’s just curiosity when he taps on your profile one night, scrolling through your recent posts. your feed is more active than his, full of blurry photos, half-finished thoughts, and videos that make no sense without context. he’s used to it. but now, scattered between everything else, are pictures of you and gyuvin.

one of you two sitting outside some café, drinks in hand, captioned "dude just tried to argue that water isn't wet" with gyuvin in the comments defending himself.

another one from a late-night study session: "brain empty, no thoughts, just suffering (ft. gyuvin)".

a video where you’re both in a convenience store, gyuvin holding up a ridiculous snack combo while you wheeze in the background. "he’s not real. he’s a simulation glitch."

and the worst part. gyuvin tagging you back.

the more leehan scrolls, the worse it gets. the @’s, the inside jokes, the casual "bro" captions that feel like they should be directed at him instead.

his finger hovers over the like button. he should press it. it’s not weird to like your best friend’s posts. he does it all the time.

but now, he can’t bring himself to do it.

instead, he backs out and scrolls down, past all the recent stuff, past college, back to when it was just you and him. old pictures from high school. random posts that barely made sense, stupid things only the two of you understood.

on impulse, he taps one and likes it.

then another.

and another.

he doesn’t even realize how deep he’s gone until a notification pops up.

you: why are you liking posts from two years ago.

leehan stares at the message for a long moment before responding.

ihan: just bored.

there’s an awkward pause before you reply.

you: that’s what you said last time.

he doesn’t have a good excuse, so he ignores it.

but when his phone buzzes again, it’s a call.

leehan hesitates, then picks up.

“dude,” you say immediately. “are you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you’re acting weird,” you point out. “you keep liking my old posts. and you’re being— i don’t know. different.”

“i’m literally just existing.”

“existing like a stalker?”

“shut up.”

you laugh, and for a second, it’s normal again. for a second, it’s like before, when everything was simple.

but then you say, “anyway, guess what gyuvin did today,” and the feeling shatters.

leehan clicks his tongue. “again?”

you pause. “what do you mean ‘again’?”

“you always bring him up.”

“well, yeah, because i hang out with him,” you say, like it’s obvious. “he’s my friend.”

something about the way you say it makes leehan’s chest tighten.

“must be nice,” he mutters.

“what?”

“nothing.”

but you heard him, and now you’re suspicious. “do you not like him or something?”

leehan scoffs. “i don’t even know him.”

“exactly, so why are you acting weird?”

“i’m not.”

you go quiet, and for a second, he thinks he’s in the clear. but then you say, “wait. are you jealous?”

his entire body tenses. “what.”

“oh my god, you are.”

“no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

“shut up.”

but now you’re laughing again, like this is the funniest thing in the world. like you’ve just cracked some impossible mystery.

“bro,” you wheeze. “you don’t have to be jealous of gyuvin.”

“i’m not,” he insists, even though it’s obviously a lie.

“he’s just a friend.”

“good for you.”

“you’re my best friend.”

leehan blinks.

you say it so casually, like it’s a fact, like it’s something that’s never changed and never will. and for the first time since you left for college, since everything started feeling different, something in him eases.

“…yeah?” he mutters.

“yeah, idiot.”

he doesn’t respond right away. instead, he stares at his screen, at the call timer ticking up, at your contact name.

“okay,” he finally says.

and this time, when you start rambling about your day again, about gyuvin and everything else, he doesn’t feel quite as bad.

—

it happens out of nowhere.

one second, you’re texting leehan about some random thing, and the next, he just casually drops:

ihan: i’m visiting this weekend.

you stare at your phone. blink. reread the message just to make sure you didn’t imagine it.

you: what?? you: since when??

he doesn’t answer right away, which is suspicious in itself.

ihan: idk just felt like it.

“just felt like it” your ass.

leehan is many things, quiet, weird, constantly making comments that don’t match his expression, but impulsive is not one of them. if he’s coming, it’s because he planned it. and if he planned it, that means he’s had this in mind for a while.

not that you’re complaining.

you: dude why didn’t you tell me earlier i need to make plans ihan: don’t make it a big deal you: im literally gonna make it a big deal you: also when are u getting here ihan: friday night you: WILD

it’s not wild. it’s just a normal visit. but you’re excited anyway.

and, because you’re a good friend, you start planning out the weekend.

you already know leehan. he doesn’t like doing things that require too much social energy, so you pick chill places. a late-night convenience store run, a cool little bookstore café, maybe a walk around campus just to show him where you spend most of your time, and ESPECIALLY the local aquarium you’ve been talking all about to him.

you also decide, at some point, that he should meet gyuvin.

it makes sense. leehan’s your best friend, gyuvin’s the person you hang out with the most at college, it’s only right that they meet at least once. plus, gyuvin’s easygoing. he gets along with pretty much everyone.

so, you text him.

you: bro my best friend’s coming this weekend gyuvin: WOOO INTRODUCE ME you: thats the plan gyuvin: SICK

simple. easy. no problems.

and then the weekend arrives.

friday night, you meet leehan at the station. he looks the same as ever, hoodie, messy hair, that neutral expression that only people who know him well can tell is actually content. when he spots you, he just lifts a hand in a casual wave, like he didn’t just travel all the way here to see you.

“you look the same,” you say as a greeting.

“so do you,” he replies.

“hot?”

he stares at you blankly. “sure.”

you laugh, throwing an arm around him as you lead him toward your dorm. he doesn’t shake you off.

it’s good. being with him again. different from texting, from calls. it’s comfortable, familiar, like nothing’s changed even though everything technically has.

he settles into your dorm easily, dropping his bag by the bed and immediately taking your desk chair. you let him because you’re nice.

“so,” you say, sitting on your bed. “i have plans.”

he raises a brow. “for what?”

“us.”

he stares. “why.”

“because you’re visiting, dumbass,” you snort. “we’re not just gonna sit in my dorm all weekend.”

leehan shrugs, like he wouldn’t actually mind that. classic.

“anyway,” you continue, “we’re meeting gyuvin tomorrow.”

something shifts in his face. subtle. but you catch it.

“…okay,” he says.

you squint at him. “you sure?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“no reason.”

he doesn’t ask any questions. doesn’t say anything else. just spins lazily in your chair while you move on to another topic.

and that should’ve been your first clue.

—

the next day, you meet up with gyuvin at a café near campus.

you introduce them, grinning. “gyuvin, this is leehan. leehan, gyuvin.”

gyuvin, naturally, is all smiles. “dude, finally! i feel like i know you already with how much he talks about you.”

leehan glances at you. “does he.”

you blink. “…yeah?”

“cute,” gyuvin says, nudging you. “your bestie’s here and suddenly you forget how to function.”

“shut up,” you laugh.

you don’t notice the way leehan’s jaw tightens slightly.

the three of you sit down, and that’s when things start getting weird.

leehan’s… off.

he’s never been the most talkative, sure, but right now, he’s especially quiet. he barely speaks, only responding when necessary, and even then, it’s short.

on top of that, he’s weirdly stiff. like, physically. usually, he slouches or leans into you in that casual way that means he’s comfortable. but right now? he’s sitting way too straight, arms crossed like he’s closed off.

and the worst part? he keeps hovering.

like, subtly sticking close to you. if you shift, he shifts. if you lean forward, he leans forward. at one point, you adjust in your seat, and when your knee accidentally bumps his, he doesn’t move away.

which is weird. because normally, he would.

gyuvin, of course, notices.

he doesn’t say anything outright, but you can tell from the way he keeps glancing at leehan with an amused look, like he’s holding back a comment.

meanwhile, you’re just sitting there, completely clueless.

the conversation moves along, mostly between you and gyuvin, since leehan isn’t adding much. eventually, gyuvin brings up something funny that happened in class, and you start laughing. like, genuinely laughing. the kind that makes you lean into the person next to you without thinking.

and that person just so happens to be leehan.

you don’t realize what you’re doing until you feel him go rigid.

like, absolutely frozen.

you blink, looking at him. “uh. you good?”

“fine,” he mutters.

but his expression is unreadable, and his ears are slightly red.

before you can question it, gyuvin smirks. “yo, leehan.”

leehan finally looks at him, raising a brow.

“not much of a talker, huh?”

“…no.”

“respect,” gyuvin nods. “but also, i feel like you secretly have a lot of thoughts right now.”

“do i.”

gyuvin leans forward, grinning. “yeah. like, i dunno, maybe about me?”

there’s a beat of silence.

you’re about to tell gyuvin to stop being weird when leehan, completely deadpan, just says, “who knows.”

you choke on your drink.

gyuvin bursts out laughing. “yo. that’s crazy. insane even.”

leehan just sips his coffee like nothing happened.

you stare at him. then at gyuvin, who looks way too entertained by all of this. then back at leehan.

“…am i missing something?”

gyuvin wipes a fake tear. “nah, man. everything’s good.”

“you guys are weird,” you mutter.

but even as the conversation continues, even as things settle, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s up.

and, if gyuvin’s knowing smirk is anything to go by, he knows exactly what it is.

—

it’s not like you meant to ditch leehan.

it just kind of… happened.

you have a big exam coming up, and gyuvin’s in the same class, so you planned a study session in advance. it’s not like you can just not study. even if leehan is visiting, your grades still matter.

so, when saturday morning rolls around, you hesitate before telling him.

“hey, i gotta study with gyuvin for a bit today,” you say. “big test next week.”

leehan looks up from his phone. “okay.”

you wait for something else, maybe a when will you be back or an i’ll come with you, but he just nods and goes back to scrolling.

you frown. “…you sure?”

“yeah.”

he doesn’t look mad. doesn’t look anything, really. just neutral, as always.

so you assume it’s fine.

and then you leave.

abd the study session goes longer than expected.

it’s not your fault that gyuvin’s just distracting. he keeps making jokes, finding random excuses to stop working, and pulling you into stupid conversations that have nothing to do with the exam.

but, somehow, you actually manage to get stuff done.

by the time you check your phone, it’s already past sunset. you decide to pack up and grab your things while gyuvin fills up his water bottle.

you: bro i lost track of time you: i should go gyuvin: u should but also should u you: what gyuvin: idk it just feels like someone might be mad you: …what are you talking about gyuvin: nothing lol

you squint at your screen, confused.

but you brush it off and start heading back to your dorm.

—

when you get there, leehan is sitting on your bed, hoodie up, scrolling on his phone.

he doesn’t look up when you walk in.

“yo,” you say, dropping your bag. “you eat yet?”

“yeah.”

short. simple. cold.

…weird.

you glance at him. “what’d you get?”

“food.”

okay. even weirder.

you raise a brow. “alright, what’s up with you?”

“nothing.”

“you’re being weird.”

“i’m always weird.”

“…you’re being extra weird.”

no response.

you step closer, tilting your head. “seriously, what’s wrong?”

he exhales, still not looking at you.

then, after a pause, he mutters, “someone seems to be having fun with their new best friend.”

…huh?

you blink. “what?”

he shrugs.

shrugs. like he didn’t just say that.

you stare at him, processing. then, slowly…

he’s jealous. again

“wait,” you say, a grin forming. “are you—”

“no.”

“you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”

“don’t need to.”

you squint. “you’re jealous.”

“no.”

“you so are.”

he finally looks up, well, almost. he still doesn’t meet your eyes, gaze fixed somewhere near your shoulder. but his hoodie strings are wrapped around his fingers, and his ears, his ears, are turning red.

which means one thing.

you got him.

you grin wider. “dude. you are jealous.”

“i’m not.”

“you totally are.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he tugs at his hoodie strings, cheeks slightly puffed. “i don’t care.”

“you so care.”

he presses his lips together, glaring at his phone like it personally offended him.

you sit on the bed next to him, nudging his knee. “c’mon, just admit it.”

silence.

then, after a moment—

“…you were gone all day.”

your smile falters slightly.

because now he really sounds upset.

you sigh. “i told you i had to study.”

“you still left.”

“dude.” you nudge him again. “you could’ve come.”

he finally meets your eyes. “and third-wheel?”

“…wow. so you are jealous.”

he groans, pulling his hoodie strings tighter. “shut up.”

you laugh. “nah, this is funny.”

“it’s not.”

“it is.”

he exhales sharply, slumping a little.

you poke his arm. “leehan.”

he doesn’t answer.

“leehan.”

nothing.

“leehan.”

he finally looks at you, deadpan. “what.”

you grin. “you’re my best friend, dumbass.”

his fingers loosen around his hoodie strings.

“…whatever,” he mumbles.

but his ears are still red.

—

the next night is nice in your dorm room, the kind of night where the world outside feels far away, muffled by the thick walls and the faint hum of your laptop. you’re sitting on your bed, the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminating the space, while leehan lounges in the chair next to your desk, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

the room is cozy, just enough space for the two of you to settle into your own little world. it’s been a long day of classes, but it’s nice to have time to just... chill.

you glance over at him, noticing how he seems a little more distant than usual (well this IS the new usual since he’s been nothong but jealous this trip). his usual carefree attitude is hidden behind that familiar quiet, and it doesn’t take long for you to realize that something’s been off ever since this afternoon.

you hadn’t brought gyuvin up after the weird moment earlier, the tension between the two is too thick. but now that you’re alone with him, it feels like the right time to talk.

“hey,” you start, casually flipping through your notebook as you lean back against your pillows. “everything okay?”

he looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looks away, a hint of something unreadable flashing across his face.

“yeah, just... tired,” he mutters, his voice low. he doesn’t say anything more, clearly not wanting to elaborate, but you’re not fooled. you’ve known leehan long enough to know when something’s bothering him.

you don’t push it right away, though. instead, you let the silence stretch for a few more moments, letting him process whatever he’s feeling. but when you catch him staring at his phone again, his thumb hovering over the screen as if he’s unsure whether to send something, you can’t help but ask.

“what’s that?”

leehan freezes for just a second before he shoves his phone into his pocket.

“nothing,” he says quickly, looking at you with a forced smile. “just... uh, texting gyuvin. nothing important.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “texting gyuvin, huh? since when are you two texting each other so much?”

his face flushes just slightly, and you can’t help but notice the way he shifts uncomfortably in the chair.

“we’re just... trying to be friends,” he says, clearly making an effort to sound casual, but his tone gives away more than he means to. you catch a glimpse of the jealousy that lingers just beneath the surface.

you tilt your head, trying to make sense of it all. you’ve never seen leehan act like this before. not with anyone else, at least. you know he’s been distant, but this... this is different. there’s something more to it, something he’s not saying.

he has to be lying. but about what?

before you can ask any more questions, his phone buzzes in his pocket. he pulls it out quickly, his eyes scanning the screen as he reads the message.

you lean forward slightly, curious to see who it is. he doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care anymore, because he leaves the screen facing you for a moment before he types something back.

you read the name on the message: gyuvin

he’s telling the truth

you can’t help but smile a little, knowing exactly what this is. leehan’s been acting all weird because he’s jealous of gyuvin. it’s funny, in a way, how obvious it is.

but then something strange happens. leehan, in his hurry to send the message, accidentally taps on the wrong thread and sends the text to you instead of gyuvin.

you glance down at the screen, your eyes widening slightly as you read the message.

“hey, just letting you know, no one could ever replace y/n. i know i’m being weird, but i just... i don’t like sharing them with anyone else. i know it sounds stupid, but i don’t want anyone getting too close.”

you blink, processing what you’ve just read. you look up at leehan, who’s staring at his phone, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s just sent you that message.

your heart skips a beat.

“leehan,” you say softly, and his head snaps up at the sound of your voice.

“what?” he asks, his tone still casual, though you can tell he’s trying to hide his nerves.

“you sent me something,” you say, holding your phone up so he can see the screen. “and i think you meant to send it to gyuvin.”

his face goes pale for a second before he stammers, trying to backtrack. “oh... uh, no, it’s fine. i didn’t mean—i mean, it doesn’t matter.”

but you can tell it matters. the way his hands tighten around his phone, the way his eyes won’t meet yours. it’s clear he didn’t mean to be so... honest.

you smile softly, not wanting to make him feel too embarrassed, but also feeling a warmth spread in your chest. this is the leehan you know—the one who hides his feelings behind sarcasm and awkwardness.

“leehan,” you say gently, setting your phone down on the bed beside you. “it’s okay. i get it.”

he fidgets in his seat, not knowing what to say next. “i... i just don’t want to lose you, okay? i know i’m being dumb. it’s just... i don’t like sharing you with anyone.”

you pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. it’s not just about gyuvin; it’s about you and him, and the friendship that’s been there for so long. he’s scared of losing you, and that fear has been eating at him.

you lean forward, giving him a reassuring look. “leehan, you don’t have to worry about that. no one could ever replace you. you’re... you’re my best friend. no one else is going to take that away.”

he looks at you, his expression softening as the tension in his shoulders melts away. “yeah?”

you nod, smiling. “yeah.”

there’s a long pause, but it’s comfortable, and after a moment, leehan reaches over, grabbing his phone again. this time, he’s not texting gyuvin. instead, he opens the camera app and snaps a quick picture of the two of you sitting in the room, your faces caught in a moment of quiet understanding.

he pauses for a second, then types something out before posting it. you can’t help but peek over his shoulder.

it’s a simple caption: still the favorite, obviously

you laugh, shaking your head. “you’re such an oddball.”

leehan shrugs, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “only for you,” he says, and this time, there’s no hiding the warmth in his voice.

you’re still smiling when he stands up to leave, but before he heads out the door, he stops and turns around.

“you’re not going anywhere, right?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s afraid of the answer.

you shake your head, standing up to walk him to the door. “no, leehan. i’m not going anywhere.”

he gives you a small smile, and with that, he leaves, the door clicking softly behind him.

you sit back down on your bed, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. everything’s okay again. you’ve got your best friend back. no one’s going anywhere. and somehow, that’s all that matters.

~

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hullo, i adore your gale cleven stories! could you please write a buck falling in love with future wife story? meeting, proposing, + all of the little things that makes him love her. maybe she works on base and they meet there? idk. many thanks!!

hiii 😌 sorry it took me so long to go back to writing requests 🙉 your request is an idea for a long fic with many parts so I tried to fit it into a one-shot and it came out pretty long so the proposal part kinda didn't make it but it's mentioned 👌🏻

I currently have quite a few requests and I'm slowly working on them!!! 💛

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Not being able to fall asleep, Buck was laying in bed and kept staring at the celling, thinking of you. He lately couldn't stop thinking of you at all and he wanted it to remain his secret but it was also affecting his functioning on daily basis. Pilots shouldn't get distracted like that.

It wasn't love at first sight or anything of that sort. You were handing him coffee each morning and he had always been nothing but polite but – let's face it – most of the time he treated you like air. You were there because you had to, because all of you had to. It was your job to be there and you were nothing special amongst all the other men and women working at the base. He admired women's courage to sign up to help men while they were at war but he didn't even remember your name correctly.

Until that one rainy grey morning when everything seemed to go as bad as possible and you spilled the hot coffee on Buck Cleven.

"Goddamit!" he hissed and looked down at his now stained shirt. The stinging pain and the dampness of the fabric weren't very pleasant either.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry, Major," you gasped and panicked inside.

Major Cleven looked up to lay his blue eyes on you and you batted your eyelashes, stunned at how beautiful they were. He thought you did that to soften him up in a feminine manner. And his heart indeed grew softer at the sight of your face.

"It's fine," he nodded even though it wasn't. "I'll go change and when I'm back, have another one for me."

"You sure you want me to hand it to you, sir?" you joked, cheered up by the visible lack of his anger.

"We all get shaky hands sometimes," he smiled at you and left the queue. You felt bad about the fact he had to go out on the rain again and that his shirt was ruined because of you.

You personally washed it and made sure the stains went away. He had no idea about it but women responsible for the laundry were your friends. Actually, you didn't want him to know because you felt like it was a little odd on your part… So you sneaked in to the room where he had been sleeping and you placed the folded shirt on his bed carefully. You thought you were alone there but you heard someone clearing their throat behind you so you turned around and faced Major Buck Cleven himself. Your cheeks started to burn out of embarrassment.

"Major Cleven," you looked down like a child caught on stealing candy.

"Miss…"

"(Y/L/N)," you introduced yourself quietly.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," he nodded, "may I ask what you're doing?"

"I… I brought you fresh laundry, sir," you looked up at him. He seemed to be a little amused with you as he was casually chewing on a toothpick.

"I had no idea you were responsible for that, too."

"No, usually I am not, sir," you shook your head.

"Is it related to our little coffee incident perhaps?" he approached his bed and glanced at the perfectly folded and ironed shirt that seemed to be a shade lighter than before from all the chemicals you had used to get rid of the stains.

"Well, no point of lying, although I did not mean for you to know, Major… Well, I…" you took a deep breath in. "I washed it," you confessed, awkwardly.

"I can see that," he chuckled. "It's a shade lighter," he commented.

"I am so sorry, sir."

"I am the one who's sorry for your pretty hands. If that's what your washing did to my shirt, I don't want to know what it did to them," he looked down at your fingers that were playing nervously with the hem of your jacket. There was a long pause of silence between you until he finally raised his eyebrows and pointed at your hands. "Show me?" he asked.

You were a little taken aback by that request. And a little ashamed, too, because indeed your hands looked a bit rough from the laundry chemicals. You raised your hands for him to see, though.

"Ouch," he shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that," he looked deep into your eyes and you thought you'd faint any given second. They were so ocean blue, so easy to drown in.

"I'm sure your hands are no better, Major," you swallowed thickly. "Rough from the piloting and… everything."

"That's how pilot's hands should look like, miss (Y/L/N)," he pointed out and you hid your hands from his sight quickly.

"Yes, you're risking your life out there every other day and the least I could do was washing a shirt that I had previously ruined… Sir."

"Was it the first shirt you ruined?" Major Cleven took a step closer and your heart skipped a beat when you realized he was getting closer to you on purpose.

"Well… No," you didn't want to lie to him. You had spilled coffee on a few men before.

"And you washed all of these shirts, I'm safe to assume?" he asked.

"No, sir," you pursed your lips for a moment to stop them from shivering. He raised an eyebrow at you. "None of the men were so kind about it," you told him.

It wasn't really the truth. Major Cleven didn't get angry at you but none of the men really did. He just captivated you with his beautiful eyes. That's why you knew you acted pathetic to wash his shirt personally and didn't want to get caught.

But just because there was a war raging around you, it didn't change the fact you were a woman with your own heart and soul, your own needs and desires, your yearning and romantic ideas. You had a crush on him from the moment he screamed "Goddamit" in that deep voice of his. As silly as it sounded.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt something so… real and not war-realted. Something that wasn't stress, fear, worry or sadness.

"We all work hard here. There was no need to be rude about a small accident," Major Cleven explained. "And your job is as important as mine here."

"Hardly, sir," you snorted at that because it was just ridiculous. But when you looked up to meet his gaze, you could see that he was serious about it.

"You shouldn't argue with a Major, should you?" he teased and you rolled your eyes a little.

"I suppose so. But my ma's always been saying I have a big mouth," you cracked a smile and he looked a little surprised before smiling back.

"Well, well, well, who would have thought?"

"Everyone who knows me outside this base, sir."

"Well, I hope it's going to be me one day, too, then," he winked and then walked past you as if nothing had just happened. "I'm sorry, I have to fill some papers."

"Sure, sir," you stuttered out and watched him walk out of the door. You touched your cheeks with the palms of your hands. They were as hot as if you had a fever.

Since then, you two would have little conversations like that here and there. You would find out more and more about each other and Buck quickly started to get attached. He loved your laugh, the little wrinkles around your eyes whenever you smiled at him, he loved your accent, your curls straight out of a magazine cover, he loved your soft fingers when you were handing him a coffee, he loved your jokes and how devoted you were to help around the base. The sound of your voice was making his every day better and each morning he waited for you to lay your eyes on him.

And now he couldn't sleep because he remembered something that had happened earlier that day when he was up in the air above Germany and one of the missiles almost hit his plane. He watched it explode in front of him and his only thought was that if it had actually killed him, he would die without you knowing how much you meant to him.

He didn't mean to fall in love because it was a distraction. But he could also die any day. There was no point and it would only bring pain to everyone involved. And yet, he was not immune to your charm.

"You look like shit, have you even slept?" Bucky asked during breakfast.

"No," Buck admitted and sighed. He was holding a cup of warm coffee in his hands, still angry at the fact that today it hadn't been you handing it to him. There was a very long queue waiting in your line and some other woman handed a cup to him without even asking him if he wanted one.

"What's wrong?" Bucky started eating as he glanced at his friend's full plate of untouched food.

"I think I might have fallen in love."

Bucky laughed at first but then he stopped, realizing that Buck's face was as serious as ever.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back on the chair to examine his friend's face and posture. He looked troubled. "Is it that girl you always talk to?"

"You've noticed?" Buck raised an eyebrow at him.

"Everyone has. We were betting on when you two would… you know," Bucky grinned.

"And that is one of the reasons why I hate gambling," Buck wasn't pleased to find out. He felt like it was disrespecrful to you. "What did you bet on?"

"That you never confess your feelings and going to be sad about it your whole life," Bucky teased. It wasn't what he really placed his bet on but he wanted to motivate his friend.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Buck sighed and placed the coffee cup down before standing up and approaching you. You were handing out coffee to the men waiting in line but he walked up to you from the side so you turned around with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Major. Don't think you can fool me, I know you've already had a cup," you smiled at him.

"Are you free this weekend?" Buck asked because he had known the answer. You had mentioned to him the other day that you would leave the base for the upcoming weekend.

"I am, sir," you nodded. God, he even loved how you would always address him "sir" or "Major". Something about it was making him feel weak and absolutely crazy about you.

"I have a weekend pass, too," Buck lied. He didn't but he was going to make sure he'd get one. He hadn't had any day off since he came to the base so Colonel would give it to him surely.

"Oh, nice, sir," you batted your eyelashes. This time you did that on purpose.

"Would you like to go to London with me? I've never been there," he proposed and the man who was taking coffee from you at that moment, froze for a second and widened his eyes at Major Cleven. Then he smirked, waiting for your response as much as Buck.

"I… Ugh… Well… Sir, I…" you hated yourself for not being able to articualte yourself properly. "I would love to, Major Cleven," you said finally with a smile.

At first you wanted to tell him it would be inappropiate. And that you actually planned on visiting your family. But then you remembered you were at war and he could die any day. No one cared about being appropiate. And your family would understand, surely.

"Whoo!" The man taking coffee from you cheered and you gave him a scolding look. He blushed and walked away as fast as possible.

"I will gladly go, Major," you repeated yourself, "but you better remember I'm a proper lady, sir."

"Oh, of course," Buck nodded.

There you were, his proper lady. Sleeping on his chest in a London's hotel room. He watched you breathe peacefully as he caressed your hair. The morning rays of sunshine were creeping in through the curtains and he wished to stop the time. He wished to lay with you forever like that. He didn't want to go back to reality.

You moved a little in his arms and he saw your eyelids opening slowly.

"Good morning, my proper lady," he teased as his fingertips caressed your bare back.

"Good morning, Mr. Good Boy," you teased him back and yawned before rubbing your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Still quite early. We don't have to leave yet," Buck answered.

"I'm glad," you bit on your lower lip and looked up to meet the gaze of his beautiful eyes. "It was the eyes," you admitted.

"Hm?"

"I fell for the eyes mostly," you confessed in a whisper.

He didn't say anything for a while. He was left speechless at you being so open with your feelings; he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

"I'm glad you fell for me," he decided to be playful to hide how weak you were making him feel. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Because now we have to get married."

"Oh, you Americans," you rolled your eyes jokingly. "I wasn't the first girl you slept with, come on," you giggled.

"But you were the first proper lady, for sure," he tickled you a little and you cupped his face to place a kiss upon his lips.

"Don't joke with me like that," you whispered. "Because I'll really want to marry you and then I won't leave you alone. I'll fly to America and follow you everywhere like a maniac," you half-joked.

"You promise?" Buck's eyes softened and his voice sounded very serious. You watched him carefully as his hand gently fixed one of your reckless curls. God, he really meant that.

"And what will you tell our kid? How did daddy meet mummy?" you asked.

"Well, she spilled coffee on me and batted her eyelashes at me. I was practically sold," Buck pulled you closer to place a kiss on the top of your head.

"Doesn't take much for you to fall in love, Buck Cleven. Makes me seriously worried about your fidelity," you teased.

"You fell for my eyes. Do you have any idea how many other men have blue eyes?" Buck laughed.

You laughed, too, because he had a point. And then you got serious again and caressed his cheeks with your fingers before pressing your forehead to his.

"Well, none of them is Buck Cleven."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[summerwritesfics]

🏔️But Soon Enough You’re Going To Think Of Me And How I Used To Be

Pairing: Bi-Han/Sareena, Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2147 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern AU, Vacation AU, Vacation, Past suicide attempt, Implied/referenced suicide, Recovery, Stress, Good Sibling Bi-Han, Protective siblings, Protective Bi-Han, Protective Frost, Frost is Bi-Han and Sareena’s daughter, Mental health issues au_challenge Bingo: Vacation AU

au_challenge Bingo Masterlist

Notes: “Summer did you sign up for more bingos and challenges while you were on Hiatus?” … Noooooooo. Anyway enjoy Kuai being sad but pretty, Bi-Han doing his best, Sareena doing her best, Hanzo stumbling his way into their lives and Frost… Being Frost really lmao. Satoshi isn’t actually named in this, but he is the son Hanzo is with lol. Title is from Unwell by Matchbox 20.

“Bi-Han?”

“Hmm.”

“When exactly is this supposed to start being relaxing?”

Bi-Han looked over to Kuai Liang, his brother lying back on a sun bed and staring straight up to the sky. Bi-Han couldn’t blame him for being so fed up. A vacation had sounded like such a good idea when Bi-Han first ordered the tickets. Kuai Liang in particular had been having a really hard time lately, illustrated by the bandages still bound around his forearms. He really deserved a break from life and responsibility.

What Bi-Han hadn’t really accounted for was how various things could go wrong.

And oh, fuck, just about everything that could go wrong did so.

It started with packing, with various items being unable to be located. Then half-way to the airport, Frost announced she’d forgotten her passport, so they had to turn around and get it. In turn, they were late for check-in and only just managed to get through security and to their gate in time. The plane ride had been awful, with Bi-Han and Kuai sitting next to an extremely nervous flyer who screamed and clung to poor Kuai’s arm every time there was turbulence. Frost and Sareena had an equally bad time, as the man they were sitting next to ended up being violently sick. They finally got off the plane only to have trouble getting through security as they noticed the bandages on Kuai’s arms and got concerned something untoward was going on. Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, they finally got to their hotel, only to go into a room that was a complete wreck with a broken bed.

It had taken another hour for them to get a new room, but finally, finally they were free to start enjoying their vacation.

Well, Bi-Han thought taking Kuai down to relax by the pool would be a great way to start off. He hadn’t really thought about the fact there would be a lot of screaming children around, which didn’t really lend itself to sitting and sunbathing.

“I’m sorry honey,” Sareena offered, adjusting her sunhat. It was a little too big for her head and kept slipping down and covering her face. “I know this hasn’t exactly been the best start. If you’d like, we can try the spa in a bit. Might be nice to get a massage.”

“Maybe.” Kuai agreed, closing his eyes and pushing himself to sit up. “I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but…”

“Today’s been fucking shit, it’s fine, you can say it,” Bi-Han assured, reaching a hand to rub his eyes. “Let’s just hope we’ve gotten all the bad luck out the way. Enjoy the rest of the week.”

As if on queue, a strange blur of colours shot past Bi-Han, directly towards Kuai Liang’s face. A loud smack rang out as it collided, causing Kuai to give a short yelp of pain and surprise. As the object bounced onto the floor beside them, Bi-Han could see it was a beach ball of some kind.

“Oh hell, are you okay?” Sareena asked, scrambling off her sunbed towards Kuai. He was cradling his face like he was in pain, and Bi-Han hoped to god it was just the shock and that more serious damage hadn’t been done. “Let me see.”

She managed to get his arms down, and while there was a rather impressive red mark on his face, he seemed mostly unharmed.

“I’m fine,” Kuai whispered, reaching to rub the mark a little. “It was just a bit surprising is all.” His brows drew together and he glanced towards Bi-Han. “Although you spoke too soon.”

“I’m just going to keep my fucking mouth shut.” He couldn’t think that anything else could go wrong at this point, but he was notgoing to tempt fate any further.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice caught the trio’s attention. They all looked up to find a tall man with long hair and a beard standing before them. He was wearing a pair of yellow swimming trunks but also a black tank top. Next to him was a young boy, probably around 12 years old with his head hung in a guilty manor. “My son has something he’d like to say to you.”

The man pushed his son forward and he finally looked up, although his face was terrified.

“I’m really sorry I hit you in the face with my beach ball I didn’t mean to I was throwing it at my friend but he dodged and then it kept going and hit you instead and I’m so sorry,” the boy said in one breath with no pause, so fast that at the end he had to take a deep breath.

“It’s alright, it was an accident,” Kuai assured the boy, although given he was still rubbing the spot that was hit it probably wasn’t that reassuring. “I’m not injured terribly.”

“Okay. Well. I’m sorry,” the boy said again.

While it’d be easy for Bi-Han to have a go at the boy in Kuai’s stead, he realised that wouldn’t accomplish anything. Plus it’d just be Bi-Han taking his own frustrations on how shit this day had been out on a child and that didn’t feel right even to him. He reached down for the beach ball, holding out for the kid to take.

As the boy took hold of it, Bi-Han told him “just try to be more careful and not hit anyone else.”

The boy nodded in agreement, before turning and running away. His father stood and watched him go, shaking his head.

“I’m very sorry about that, but thank you for being so understanding,” the man told them, turning to look at Kuai Liang. “Is there anything I can do? That mark looks like it might bruise.”

“No, it’s quite alright,” Kuai claimed, waving his hand somewhat dismissively. Bi-Han couldn’t help but notice the action seemed to draw the man's attention to the bandages. “Trust me, it’s not really the worst thing that’s happened to me lately.”

“I… Can imagine.” The man’s eyes drew together in concern. Bi-Han gave him a deathly glare, warning him not to go where it seemed he was going. The man gave a questioning look, but didn’t really go any further with whatever he was thinking, instead deciding to say “well, maybe at the very least I might make things a little brighter by buying you a drink?”

Bi-Han almost choked on his own spit, earning a rather over the top glare from Sareena. The man didn’t react, just looked at Kuai with a strangely hopeful expression on his face. Meanwhile Kuai looked like a deer in headlights, like he didn’t know how to react. Bi-Han almost answered for him, until he noticed Sareena lightly elbow him, as if to encourage him.

“Oh,” Kuai finally managed to get out, reaching to brush his hair back. “Sure. That… That’s really nice of you, thank you.”

Before Bi-Han could voice his disapproval, Kuai was standing up and walking off with the man, who Bi-Han just about caught introducing himself as Hanzo. He turned to Sareena, who hopped over Kuai’s sunbed to come and sit next to Bi-Han.

“Stop looking so sour,” she chided, playfully booping him on the nose.

“But we don’t know this guy,” Bi-Han hissed, glaring across to the little mini bar where Kuai and Hanzo now found themselves. They seemed to be chatting away quite contently. “We don’t know if he doesn’t have some ulterior motive.”

“Bi-Han,” she sighed softly, as if that was a completely outlandish fear to have.

“Or at the very least, what if he does something that really hurts Kuai? Do you think Kuai’s really at a stage emotionally to be able to cope with something like that?”

“Bi-Han, the guy offered to buy him a drink. It’s not that deep.” Before Bi-Han could reply that it was, in fact, that deep, she placed a finger over his lips. “Look at them.” Bi-Han did, even from afar his brother seemed nervous. Yet, his smile was pretty genuine. “Kuai Liang seems so happy. Wasn’t that the reason we came on this trip?” It is nice to see Kuai actually talking to someone outside of the family. He’d shut himself off after everything that happened. “Maybe a vacation fling is just the thing he needs.”

Bi-Han gave a deep sigh as Sareena finally moved her finger from his lips.

“Fine. I’ll let Kuai have his fun for now,” he grumbled, still not happy about this but… She was right. This trip was about Kuai Liang and his happiness. It would be cruel to restrict how he tried to find that. “But if this Hanzo guy shows any sign that he intends to hurt Kuai Liang-”

“I won’t hold you back,” she replied, sounding like she would be joining him if that happened. “Just, if it comes to that, try to not do anything that could get you arrested. I don’t really want to have to bail you out of jail.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised, leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips. He could feel her smiling against them.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she started as she pulled away, “I’d quite like to go explore the spa.”

“Have fun,” he offered as Sareena walked off. Bi-Han’s gaze trailed after her for a moment, until she left his sight completely.

That was when his eyes wandered back to Kuai Liang and Hanzo. They’d gotten their drinks, and Bi-Han suddenly hoped that the bright blue drink in Kuai’s hand was a mocktail. He wasn’t certain how the med’s Kuai was on would interact with alcohol.

“Who is that guy Uncle K’s talking to?” Frost’s voice cut through as she roughly sat on the sun bed next to him. When he looked at her, she was sopping wet, clearly having just come out of the pool and not bothered to dry off.

“Apparently his name is Hanzo,” Bi-Han informed her. “His son accidentally hit Kuai in the face with a beach ball, and so he offered to buy him a drink to make amends.”

“Oh.” Frost sat silently beside him, studying her uncle and his new friend. “So we hate him, right?”

“God yes,” Bi-Han half growled and half laughed. At least he could always count on his daughter to have the same opinion on Kuai Liang’s potential suitors.

“So, what are we gonna do about it?” She asked in a serious tone, slamming her fist into the palm of her hand.

“For now, nothing.” The look he was given screamed what the fuck. “Mostly because I promised your mother I wouldn’t do anything.”

“Well… Maybe you promised that to her,” Frost said with a snort, “but I haven’t promised shit.”

Bi-Han almost considered that, it was a pretty good work around. Sure, he’d promised he wouldn’t do anything, but he had no control over Frost. And well if she decided to do something, he had plausible deniability, because he didn’t do it.

But then, in the distance, he saw Kuai laugh.

That just about made Bi-Han’s world pause. His brother hadn’t laughed in a long time, even before his attempt. It had been the thing that really started to alert Bi-Han to something being wrong with his brother. Guilt still had hold over him for not acting sooner, for not trying to insist Kuai get help and just accepting his weak replies of “I’m okay”. Maybe if Bi-Han had tried harder, he wouldn’t have walked in to find Kuai unconscious and covered in his own blood.

But, as Sareena liked to tell him, he needed to be kinder to himself. He managed to get Kuai to the hospital in time, saving his life. His brother was still here because Bi-Han had managed to act so fast. Kuai was doing better, not perfect but better, because Bi-Han had done everything he could to help him.

And… Kuai was laughing again. Smiling again. Looking so goddamn happy, despite how awful today had been, just speaking to Hanzo seemed to have lifted his mood tenfold.

“Frost,” he started softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I haven’t seen your Uncle laugh in months.” He turned to face her, and he could see the realisation over her features. Like she hadn’t noticed until it was pointed out to her. “Maybe we should let him have this one, at least for now.”

Frost stared at him for a long moment, before glancing towards where Kuai was. Eventually, she sighed and nodded, whispering “okay Dad.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, giving her a half hug. It was about as much as she let people give her. He looked at Kuai Liang one last time, actually letting himself smile at the huge grin on his brother’s face.

Maybe this vacation won’t be a complete disaster after all.

[aonungslvr]

Kiri x sibling reader who struggles with being an outsider and feels alone?

an extra finger to hold

pairing ; sister! kiri te suli kìreysì’ite x gn!sibling! reader

taggings ; 🪽🍄🐚🫧

notes ; my first request! tysm for this, and i’m so sorry it’s short! this was written in some of my classes and i don’t have much free time lately! i am expecting a break from the workload soon though so i’ll be more consistent then!

summary ; kiri has noticed her younger sibling distancing themself from everything and finally steps up.

1.4k words

you were the third sully child, older then lo’ak and tuk yet younger then neteyam and kiri. of course, this made you the middle child. on top of that, you had inherited your fathers extra finger, eyebrows, and low set queue.

your brother, lo’ak, and sister, kiri, had also received these traits. however, they had gained their mothers higher queue. neteyam and tuk also had your fathers queue. this left you with the most human traits among your siblings.

being the olo’keytans child did not save you from the relentless teasing from other navi children. pureblood navi children. when you were younger the bullying was more commonly said to your face in harsh remarks.

“look! they have an extra finger!”

“that’s so weird…they’re a demon!”

the words were said with laughter, but that didn’t help you. now that you’ve grown slightly older, nearing fifteen, the navi teens hid their torment. words were spoken between shushed whispers and behind hands.

“have you seen them up close? they have hair above their eyes…”

“they kinda look like a prolemuris, right?”

whenever you’d look their way they would avert their eyes and carrying on with whatever they were doing, as if nothing had happened.

you stopped attending your healing lessons after the navi girls there had been snickering at you, much to kiris dismay.

once the warriors and hunters in training caught wind of your strange features, they too made fun of them behind your back. eventually you left training as well, which your father did not agree with but was unable to ever find you and force your bow into your hand.

you spent most of your days strolling through pandoras endless forest. the great mother was the only one who had seized to make fun of you. eywa had chosen your father. he was a blessing. that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

you weren’t only left out of your clan but your family too. neteyam was the eldest, he is the most responsible and mature. kiri has such a wonderful connection to eywa. lo’ak is the trouble maker. tuktirey is the baby of the family. so what were you? the most human like navi on pandora? that’s the life you were given if you were to return to home, so you remained in the forest. alone.

despite being alone for most of the day, you still had to go home when night fell. everyone was always so occupied, nobody had the time for you.

your father is olo’keytan, he is planning attacks on the humans. your mother is tsakarem, she must care for tuk. your brothers are going at each others heads, lo’ak wreaking havoc and neteyam fixing it. kiri…what does kiri do?

you were stuck in the loop of your normal life. wake up, maybe eat breakfast, then leave home before anyone had time to ask questions.

you were currently avoiding bow training with your father and brothers, so you cruised through pandoras forest. the flora and fauna never upset you, no matter how many times you had seen it.

you’ve always been jealous of kiris connection to the moon you lived on. she was a blessing from eywa. your father and sister had been blessed, why weren’t you?

not a day goes by where you don’t think about what it would be to be normal. to shave your eyebrows and cut off your pinkies. of course you’d thought about it before, you had messily cut the hair above your eyes when you were younger, and binded your pinky and ring finger together.

other times, you would go out in the clan with your face covered, not revealing your hands and get treated normal for once. you had gotten genuine greetings that day. the sarcastic “i see you”s weren’t the same, you had only received those because you had been with your family, the leaders. when you’re alone you go ignored.

you had tried your best to stay away from where the warriors would be training but there were some stragglers every here and there. you moved on quickly so they couldn’t see who you were. you stopped in your tracks while passing some teenager na’vi behind a tree as you heard your name being spoken.

“(y/n)? well thank eywa they aren’t here today either. i don’t know why their allowed to train. probably giving our secrets to the humans.”

the second boy laughed and added onto what his friend had said, “bro! their probably some sort of spy! do we even know if they’re actually half navi? what if they’re some dreamwalker the humans sent to watch over us..”

“right! that’s what i’ve been saying! let’s be honest, if they weren’t the olo’keytans child, they’d be exciled.”

the boys laughed with each other and you made your exit before you could be seen. it wasn’t the first time you had been made fun of but something about this was different. you weren’t sad. you didn’t feel the need to break out into tears. you had expected all of this, how could you truly be upset?

you entered back into the forest with a solid expression. no tears, no frowns, just there. and as you sat on the grass, for once you didn’t wish to be normal. you didn’t wish to be respected. you wished to be gone.

“i am fine sa’nu. i am just going to head to bed, i’m tired and not hungry.”

your father chuckled at this, “tired from what? not training?”

“your grandmother tells me you have been skipping out on healing, what are you doing with this time (y/n)?” your mother added on.

your siblings weren’t focused on the conversation, they were talking amongst themselves. except kiri. kiri was listening.

“it is no big deal, i am staying busy throughout the day. now if you don’t mind, i’m going to sleep.”

if you were being honest, you wanted them to stop you. you wanted them to be worried and make you stay with them.

just before your mother was about to protest, tuk had ran to her crying.

“sa’nu lo’ak hit me!! look right here! look he hit me!”

your parents attention left you. jake scolded his sons and neytiri comforted her daughter. what about you? you raced off into your separate room, tears threatening to spill. this is how it always is. you finally have the slightest bit of attention and then your siblings rips it away. nobody is ever-

“(y/n)?”

it was kiri. she had entered your room just as you stormed off as tears fell. you quickly wiped away what you could without looking like you were just crying.

“kiri what are you doing here? tuk is crying you should go help her.”

“my sibling is crying. i’m staying with you.” she pushed herself onto your hammock where you laid.

“i’m not crying, truly.”

“i may not be the smartest but i am certainly not foolish. especially when it comes to my families well-being.”

you sniffled and looked away from her. how were you supposed to face her? everyone in your family had so many things going on, things they needed to handle, but here you are. crying over nothing.

kiri gripped your face and faced it back towards herself, “what troubles you?”

you paused for a moment and just stared into her eyes. you didn’t want to tell anyone, you weren’t going to. something about staring into your sisters eyes awakened something. she cared. you have someone who cares.

you broke out into gentle sobs as you told her everything, “kiri my life is awful. it’s horrible. everyone sees me as a demon, i am just like the humans. i’m not even true na’vi. i don’t belong here. i have too many fingers and toes, hair where it doesn’t belong, my queue is too low, nothing i do is right. there is no place for me in this family, i have no purpose here.”

your sister didn’t flinch. she held your face and moved on to hugging you as you continued. you fell into your big sisters embrace and continued crying and ranting. she brushed your braids out of your face and kissed your forehead. as you cried and held onto her it became clearer in your mind, you had kiri.

you had wondered what kiri’s role was in your family. an olo’keytan, a tsakarem, a responsible brother, a trouble maker brother, a baby daughter. that left you and kiri. you had believed you and kiri were both left out, sepreate from the family. but it wasn’t you, and kiri. it was you and kiri. you didn’t have an all loving clan, and you didn’t have the perfect family, but you had your sister. and right here, right now, she was all you needed.

[lcngdays-arc]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

Hello Beloved Positivity Anon! Sorry for the late reply, I don't get much done during the week, but the weekend is where I thrive! Now, it's hard to pick JUST FIVE FAVES. So I may have included a few more <3

@plcasantnights // While Corpse isn't active on tumblr anymore, he's still my absolute best friend ever. I love him with my whole heart and we've written countless stories together, we've met irl multiple times, and I just. Don't have enough good to say about this man. An incredible writer, a patient and understanding person, and someone I trust with my whole, authentic self. Long days and pleasant nights, bestie. <3

@cxldblxxded / @yxkanna / @striigon // MOOP!!! A very cool writer with a very keen sense of character creation. I love reading about their silly little guys and I love talking with them ooc! I feel like I can throw any must at them from my EXTENSIVE roster and they're down for it, no matter how silly it is!

@handgiven // WHAT IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT KAI!!!!! emmanuel is SO sweet and SO precious and I hold him so dear in my heart. One of the few characters that can put up with my more annoying characters with a smile on his face, the way Kai is able to write such a beautiful, well thought out angel is incredible. I love reading the eloquence of Emmanuel and love seeing everything Kai puts on the dash

@fangmother // HI HUNTER HI HUNTER!!!! hunter is so fucking cool you guys. they have the coolest posts both ic and ooc and i light up each time they come on the dash with anything new. rainer is so cringefail girlboss and i don't care how many times hunter tells me i'm wrong to love her, i'm still GOING TO!!!

@freekzout / @hungryyheart // VIV MAKES ME NOSTALGIC FOR THE NINTIES AND I WAS BORN IN 1997 SO THAT'S WILD!!! everything about the worlds that Viv has created makes me insane. be it cute little vampiis or straight up government coverups viv is SO creative and so nice ooc! puts up with me even though i forget to answer dms a million percent of the time!! ALSO PUTS UP WITH ANGEL SO A HUGE PLUS RIGHT THERE

@burdenedwithfaith // every day it makes me insane that Prince isn't more popular on tumblr. i don't know anything about the series their character is from and yet and YET I am so so so INVESTED with him! I'm so invested with each little character moment and arc and I love writing with them to see where they're going to take it and take John!! even if you don't know the game their muse is from I highly encourage you to check them out because they're EPIC

@soulmissed // I haven't written a lot with Ruben (YET) but his character is SO well written. Ruben also always pops into my dms when I make a sad/venty post and checks on me and he has no idea how MUCH i appreciate that so i'm saying it here. thank you <3

@mr-pulvis // Ruth. Oh Ruth!!!!!! Ruth has known me since the beginning. Since I STARTED on tumblr! They have followed me through countless blogs, countless cringe, countless silliness and revamping and bad writing. I love Miles to death, I've always loved Miles, but Ruth doesn't get enough credit (from me at least!) for how cool and nice they are and how good of a writer they are. here's to many MORE years of knowing each other!!!

@pistolsister + many more blogs in their pinned! // Even though we've followed each other for a long time, we've only JUST started writing together. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FULLY RESPONDED TO ANYTHING YET I DON'T THINK IT'S ALL IN THE QUEUE! but mille is very cool, very easy to bounce ideas off of and i love each and every one of their characters. SO well thought out, SO easy to write against and just a sweet person over all!

@wehavefoundthestars // EVE!!!! I LOVE OUR SLOWBURN BOYS!!!! But I also love writing with them with ANY of my characters! we're always in each other's dms after each response excitedly chatting away! a very fun person to write with and be around!

@lovepurposed // hi orion :3 orion and I are also a duo who have known each other for a long while. not as long as some of the people on this list, but we've always seemed to find each other on tumblr some way and some how, despite moving blogs or just falling out of certain fandoms. orion is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, and I'm looking forward to writing with orion for a long, long time to come.

@amischiefofmuses // NEVER DID I EVER EXPECT TO FIND SOMEONE IN SO MANY OF THE SAME FANDOMS AS ME. homestuck, invader zim, undertale, hazbin, you NAME it we have it in common. magpie is SO fun to write with, and i think they're just RLLY COOL NGL AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER

@spokewar // MARCI!!!!! so good at writing it makes me insane that they even write WITH me. i followed them originally with sass and their sam winchester but things just blossomed from there into an epic scifi adventure with a little alien prince and obi-wan (AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN STAR WARS LMAO) marci is super cool and super fun to be around and is a very comforting presence when i get worried about wanting to do something new!

@dumbthink // KC i have followed all over tumblr. i love writing with them, i love all the stories they create, i LOVE all their silly little characters and how well they can analyze LITERALLY ANYTHING!!!!

HONORABLE MENTIONS!!!!!

@null-siren / @honeyhogger / @notsohumerusnow / @badmusejail : THE UNDERTALE CREW!!!!! I write with them mostly on my undertale rp blog but i wanted to give all of them a HUGE SHOUT OUT for being so cool and friendly and fun to write with, even though i'm VERY SLOW over on my undertale blog!!!

@bittcnneck / @r-adio / @bloodsalted / @velvetineblue / @swervdcity / @rcjoice / @deceivesthem / @starbeambully / @ourcwnside / @beastbitten / @heaven-said / @thehazbins / @vitalphenomena / @captivates / @ruinedmyself / @miidnighters / @lcve0n / @hellfrozen / + ALL MY LOVELY MUTUAL!!!! // I LOVE ALL MY MUTUAL I LOVE ALL MY WRITING FRIENDS AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU ALL A HUGE HUG AND AWWWWAAA !!!! i could never name everyone unfortunately, but everyone here is a great writer and friend and i'm happy to be hanging out with all of them even if we've only JUST started talking or writing together!!!

[thessalian]

Thess vs Unsuitability

Kinda just want to scream and never ever stop at this point.

First, the whole thing where typing from way, way earlier in the day gets dumped back into the typing queue after several hours and throws off the chronological order all to hell. We were on the stuff dictated at, like, 4pm yesterday afternoon and when I go to check the big chunk of typing that got thrown back into the queue? It included a half-dozen or so reports from 9 o'clock yesterday morning.

I did, however, get proof of who exactly is doing it. It's New Girl, about like I figured. I know this, though, because the one short one in the lump of chronological disorder? She'd already typed, hadn't set as finished on the system yet, and just kind of yeeted it with the rest.

I've also been getting a look at exactly what my colleagues are actually typing when they do this "let's dodge the long and / or annoying ones in favour of the short and simple ones because we say we want to feel productive but really we're just lazy" shit. See, sometimes the doctors looking at the samples through a microscope see something really hinky and need more samples. Which is why we keep the original specimen in storage for a little bit - the doctors doing cut-up just take the specimen back out and cut more samples from the requested spots. Of course, that has to go on the report, so we go back and edit it accordingly to add the additional specimen blocks. Which means I get to see what some of my colleagues produce!

...Oh gods.

First off? We're supposed to try to format things to use as few sentence breaks as possible, to reduce the likelihood that the report will come out to more than one page - it's for ease of reference of the people reading them. None of my colleagues do that. Just me. Also, they type out what the doctors say verbatim, which is ... erm ... not a good look, honestly. Temp in particular has inconsistent formatting and fucking spelling errors. Like, the kind that the spell checker has picked up and she just hasn't bothered to edit.

We also have a couple of newbie doctors on reporting. I have been left with all of their work, because they are Annoyances of the highest order. It seems like the other girls have decided that if something needs editing on the fly or is otherwise too frustrating for them to deal with, it automatically becomes My Problem. I dread to think what's going to happen when there's no manager at all as any kind of physical presence in the office, never mind the amount of lingering the girls will do over the ancillary admin tasks that Scruffman usually does when Scruffman goes to his Managing Stuff, Not People role.

Speaking of ... that man is not a manager. See, he's trying to get the Annual Joint Review stuff done long before the deadline so that he's the one doing it. For ... reasons, I guess? Anyway, point is that this is why he's been so gung-ho about getting it done. Except the gung-ho has ... issues. First it got swapped from late April to 22nd May. Then he was apparently going on leave from 20th-30th May inclusive, which means that 22nd May meeting with me was not going to happen. But did he change it on our HR portal? Noooooooope. He just sent me an email on Tuesday going, "Hey, get your part of the review form done ASAP so we can have the meeting Thursday". So I figured he was moving it to ... well, today. Got everything done by start of play Wednesday, heard nothing about actual time of meeting, kind of assumed that it would be the same time block as the original meeting was (3-4pm). Except 3pm started sneaking up this afternoon and I still have no word from him. So I drop him an email at ten to three going, "Hey, you haven't given a time for that meeting and it's not in the calendar; please advise".

His response: "Sorry; it's hectic. We'll do it tomorrow so please fill in your part of the review form by then".

So I panicked. "I finished that Wednesday; did it not save? Please let me know".

Turns out it was fine - he just hadn't checked and had apparently assumed I hadn't filled it in.

This man couldn't manage a piss-up in a brewery, never mind a department, is what I'm saying.

I am tired and having a really bad pain day and generally fed up and while Scruffman's a bit of a waste of space sometimes, not having him (or more to the point, anyone to replace him) is worse.

Please keep in mind that I love my job. I love the thing that I do. I just despise the people I have to do it with, and kind of want to punch things.

[wolveswithblackpearls]

how to make your moodboard get lots of likes, reblogs, and comments?

First of all: hi there! We're incredibly sorry for the late response. Truth is, when we first received this ask, none of us quite knew how to answer. So we wanted to formulate an answer together over a phone call. Only by the time we managed to find time for the call, we had kinda forgotten. And according to Tumblr this ask has been slumbering here for over two years (yikes!). We're really sorry about that.

But to finally answer your question: we have no idea, lmao. The truth is that some moodboards just hit the nerve of people and others don't - you have little to no control over it. And that's okay!

You simply have to find joy in the creation of your edits itself, otherwise you'll never be really truly happy. Because even if your moodboards get a certain treshold of notes consistently - it's not going to be enough after a while. And in the end you'll focus so much on the numbers itself that your hobby will become a chore. Certain works might not get the same attention as others that are similar and it's gonna eat you alive. Never let it come to this point. Take breaks from posting or social media itself if you get thoughts like that. Create for yourself first, sharing with others should always be secondary.

That being said, there are a few things to look out for when you do decide to put something up:

 Have a good tumblr etiquette. Most people find new stuff via seeing it on blogs they follow, rather than scrolling through the (bot fuelled) tags. So in order to make sure people know your blog (and therefore you works) exists, go scavenge the tumblr tags and reblog the fanworks you personally like. Leave the creators a nice comment and they might look through your stuff as well and share it with their followers.

 Some fandoms have dedicated network blogs that don't require a membership and have their own network tags. For example #/staydaily of @/staydaily. By including such a tag in your work, the networks will see your post and queue it to their blog. Important: read the actual requirements the networks put up. They might aks you to become a member of the network before they share your works, or won't reblog certain types of content. Just pay attention to their info posts, essentially.

 Find well frequented tags and use them. This might sound counterintuitive after everything said so far, but there are a good amount of people who are subscribed to tags itself. If you manage to find tags under popular posts which match your works use them by all means. Just make sure you're not wrongly tagging your content. Nothing's more annoying than having a bunch of falsely tagged stuff in your search results.

I think that's about it. Have a good one! -J

[maskedmuses-archived]

Continued here with @shellofadj​!

As he approached, Marinette beamed at his help. Some of what she had beckoned him over for was for what she had truthfully told him: Alya had requested Marinette make her a hoodie in the vein of the turtle inspired hero, Carapace. The news has surprised her, thinking instead she would rather have something colored in red and black or even orange tones. It did make her worry that perhaps Nino had told Alya something.

It was time to investigate.

“I’m not sure what to do.” Marinette began, tapping the sketchbook with her pencil, sliding over to give the boy room to sit down beside her to look on her progress. “I wanted to make her something she’d really like, so I thought about Ladybug themed. But, lately she’s been going on about a new hero. Have you heard anything about him?”

[prettybabybaby]

eye contact | bruce wayne !

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: Bruce sees his escort after a long time.

content warning: fem!escort!reader, unprotected sex, creampie

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It had been a while since the last call. There was typically a week between each call, but never any longer.

Bruce Wayne was one of your most loyal clients, and if you were being honest, he was also your favorite. He was nice enough and always straight to the point. Not to mention, he also always left a hefty tip in your bag.

The last call had been months ago, nearing three now, and you resisted the urge to call Alfred and ask him what was going on yourself. You didn’t know Bruce very well, but you knew him enough to know that he wasn’t the type to jump around from escort to escort.

You were on your way home after an appointment with another client. It was dark tonight and there was no one in sight. Well, no one except you. The light of the street lamps illuminated the ground in front of you as you walked, casting moving shadows of your silhouette before and behind you as you let your mind wander to your missing client.

Your phone began to ring as if on queue, you read the numbers on the screen and recognized them to be Alfred’s. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief in your chest.

“Hey,” you greeted, slowing your walk as you answered the phone. “Long time, no talk.”

“Yes, well,” Alfred sighed, “we had a bit of an issue here. So sorry about that.”

“Oh, no,” you apologized, shaking your head despite him not being able to see you. “It’s okay. I hope everything is okay over there.”

You spoke to Alfred whenever Bruce was running late to your appointments. Why he was late you weren’t sure and you figured it was out of line to ask. The man simply took it upon himself to entertain you while your client arrived and you appreciated the effort he gave. He was the first one to call you and schedule a meeting for Bruce, and he still was the one you scheduled with. It was rare that Bruce call you himself. In fact, it had only happened once and it was the most awkward telephone conversation you had ever had. It was strangely charming, though you’d never admit it.

“Yes, things have settled down. Thank you for your concern.”

“I was wondering why I hadn’t received a call, actually. I was starting to think I’d done something wrong,” you chuckled.

There was a rustling in the background and his response was delayed. “No, no, never,” he said seriously.

You paused, “oh, okay, great.” You smiled.

“Are you available any time this week?” He inquired.

“Um,” you paused, going over your schedule in your head. “Yeah, tomorrow, actually.”

“Perfect,” he said kindly, “we well be expecting you. Same time as usual.”

“Okay, perfect. Have a good night,” you hung up the phone after he had wished you a good night in return.

Soon enough, it was five o’clock the next day and you were greeted by Alfred. He ushered you inside and to the kitchen where you shared a cup of coffee while you waited for Bruce to arrive. He assured you that everything was fine on their end and asked you about how you had been since they had last seen you.

You informed him that you had moved into a new condo that was much nicer than the cheap apartment you had previously when you caught sight of Bruce in your peripheral vision. You turned to look at him as Alfred congratulated you.

He stared stoically at you, his eyes had a more tired look than usual. His cheeks were sunken and he looked paler. He had small, light bruises around his face. His hair was a disheveled mess. The changes were minuscule, considering who he was and his personality, but they were big enough for you to notice and let worry seep into you again.

“Bruce!” Alfred exclaimed, standing up and walking over to usher the tall man in just as he had done to you. “So glad you’ve made it back!”

“Yeah,” Bruce breathed, his eyes still on you. “Hello,” he greeted, the dark circles under his eyes looked even darker than you’d realized. Perhaps there was a significant difference in his appearance.

“Hi,” you greeted in return, letting out a small smile. You reached out and placed a hand on his hard bicep, “how’ve you been?”

He simply nodded and kept his eye contact with you. You broke the intimate eye contact when Alfred cleared his throat. You smiled at him as you bid him goodbye, but Bruce’s gaze stayed burned on your face. It was as if he was committing every detail to memory, his eyes raking your side profile slowly. His stare made your skin heat, it was like his eyes were leaving a trail of fire along your skin.

You returned your eyes to his and placed your hands on his knees. He hauled the seat he was in closer to yours, his hand grasping your jaw, eyes hyper-focused on your lips. You ran your hands up and down his thighs slowly, examining the marks on his face. They bothered you more than they should’ve and you couldn’t look away. That was until he lurched forward, his lips attacking yours in a hungry kiss. You gasped in surprise, finally closing your eyes as you dig your nails into his thighs.

You managed to slow the kiss down and you pulled his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. His hips jerked towards you as he let out a little whine. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at his reaction. Your hands slid up his thigh again, gripping his hard cock. You gave it a squeeze, relishing in the sweet noises falling from his lips. You began to palm him through his pants while he moved his hands from your jaw to your neck. He wrapped his big, calloused fingers around your throat, pressing down just the way you liked. You both let out a moan at the same time, giving each other one last kiss before pulling away. He loosened his grip on your neck and loved one of his hands go your hips.

You looked intently into his eyes, watching his face contort under your moving hands. You slid your hand up and down his length as he thrusted up to meet your hands, his breathing beginning to pick up. You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his sunken cheek, the warmth of his flushed skin made something bloom inside you. You felt him let out a breathy moan at the feeling of your lips on his cheek. At least that’s what you’d like to believe caused the angelic sound, not the way your hand fiddled with his cock through his pants.

He took his slender fingers and moved them up your plush thighs, like you had done to him. He lifted the hem of your skirt and found your pretty panties. Your thighs twitched as he found your clit over your panties, like he knew exactly where it was without having to tear his eyes from yours. He rubbed ruthless circles into your clit, reading your body like a book and giving you exactly what you needed. Your pace on his cock slowed to a stop as you struggled to keep your posture, wanting nothing more than to bury your face into his broad shoulders. You felt his cock twitch under your hands, as if he was being turned on from your reaction alone. It made your cheeks flush at the thought that you could turn him in so much.

Your breathing became heavy and moans slipped from your lips, one after the other. You were gonna cum. You jerked your hips against his hand, closing your thighs around his wrist to keep his hand in between your legs. He tore his hand away, shaking his head at you. You whined without thinking. He stood up and picked you up from your seat, hauling you on top of the counter. He yanked your dress up to your waist, moving your panties to the side and giving your throbbing clit a quick kiss before removing his hands from you. His gaze still never left you face, like he couldn’t bare to keep his eyes off you for even the slightest moment.

He tugged his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free and no further. He was achingly hard, his top was an angry red and the veins running up the sides looked as if they were about to burst. You salivated, wanting to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. Before you could move, Bruce positioned himself between your open legs, aligning his cock to your entrance but not pushing in. He gave you another kiss, his hand was on your jaw and his other hand grasped your boobs through your dress.

You were deep into a kiss when he plunged himself balls deep into you. You jolted up and grabbed onto his neck, digging your nails into the flesh and pressing your forehead against his as you tried to chase your lips for a kiss. You stayed in that position for a few seconds while you became accustomed to the feeling for his girth in your hole.

You began to rock your hips as you fucked yourself as he stood there, basking in the emotions of your eyes and pleasure from his cock. Your hips moved quickly, the pubic hair at the base of his cock tickling your clit. You disconnected your foreheads and dove into his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin, careful not to leave any marks. This is the first time he couldn’t have his eyes on your face and it was like he had been snapped back into reality.

He took hold of your hips and began to fuck you vigorously. Slamming into you over and over again, grunts and moans filling the room. He dug his fingers deep into the flesh of your ass.

You kept leaving sloppy kisses on his neck and jaw as his thrusts became more sporadic. You were close and you knew he was too. He reached a hand down to your pussy and rubbed circles on your clit. You came around him, clenching his cock tightly and he came then too. His cock twitched and he halted his thrusts, letting out a loud groan as strings of cum shot from his cock and into your tightened pussy.

He regained his composure and let go of you. He quickly zipped up his pants and left room, not sparing you a glance. You wished you wouldn’t have broken the eye contact.

[sobaboyos]

A fix- it imagine

Everyone is putting together what happened while they're separated. Dustin tragically recounts Eddie's final moments. Mike is crying. Steve is silent and not looking at anyone.

El mentions her trying to save Max. For some reason it causes Dustin to think. Maybe Eddie isn't fully dead cause the Upside Down is frozen in time. Maybe he's on the brink of it but not gone. Everyone is trying to reason with him but Steve and El. He just looks at El and says, "could you do it?" And she replies with a "I don't know."

Alot of the arguments is with the world's merging they don't know if his body is there and it could be too late. I mean he's been gone for two days. So they get another idea. El tries to sense him and she does. It's faint and in and out but it's slowed. Like he's withering away at a snails place. Everyone is still reluctant on this idea. Except Steve. Steve vouches for Dustin and supports it. Everyone is shocked cause Steve is the reasonable, the sensible one. Theres a glimpse of a haunted look in his eyes that Robin catches. Its enough for her to support it. Then Nancy, then Jonathan. Mike gets on board cause Dustin convinces him that if this works maybe she'll get s little more confidence back. After not fully bringing Max back. Will agrees with Dustin but being he knows of Vecna and his past with the UD he's worried. Everyone is more or less on board and devise a plan. So they make a plan to go to where Dustin and crew left his body. El is reminded that if it does work. That Eddie might be unconscious for a while due to all the blood loss but it doesn't mean he will suffer the same fate as Max.

Hopper and Joyce show up and tell them what's happened. Hopper works with that woman (the one who works for Dr.Owens) to get Eddies name cleared. Even if they dont suceed hes a hero. And they'll make it so. That woman (I forgot her name sorry lmao) is on stand by with medical help just in case.

They get to Eddie's body and he's silent and still. But El can faintly sense him. More than she could Max. Not much more than Max but it's something to work with. Everything is silent and tense for a while. Queue adorableness of Dustin holding Steve's hand. Dustin's gaze is focused on El and Eddie. Steve's is solely focused on Eddie in what can be described as a pleading look. Robin's watching him and she knows. She's teased him about flirty words and soft glances with Eddie. But this is the moment she knows for sure there's something there. So she reaches out and takes Steve's other hand. It's the only time Steve's attention is pulled from Eddie. There's a touch of understanding on Robin's face cause she knows now. Steve squeezes her hand back in response she repeats it harder.

Steve is a whirlwind of emotions at this point.

Excitement that this could work.

Fear and worry this wont work and if it does will he be his Eddie.

Anxious because its taking too long

Regret because he should of told him something. Perhaps if he did and Eddie had something to look forwarded too he wouldn't have gone back.

And guilt for that regret.

El is about to give up when there's a sharp intake of breath. A groan and rise coming from Eddie's chest.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Star

Okay, so a quick disclaimer, I can't exactly tell you how I got here from Star. It made perfect sense when I started writing, and by the time I got to the end it very much did not. I think it was maybe about being the star of the wedding? Star musicians? A mystery lost to time.

TAZ Bingo!!! From @taznovembercelebration

Barry hated weddings the most. Not every single one, some of them were sweet, he loved how the swell of music could leave the masses misty eyed, how he could accentuate beautiful moments and help build memories, all from his perch way above the crowd. But weddings brought demands, and this one had brought the most of all. When both sets of parents turned up to the initial meeting with the couple and all of them had a lot of thoughts, Barry had decided to triple his usual price to ensure they didn’t hire him. They did anyway, but at least he could think of the money while he played the same entry music over and over again so that the bride’s parents could yell at her about getting the cue right. He’d feel sorry for her, but she had also been a nightmare and frankly, Barry hated everyone in this wedding. He hoped they never got divorced because he didn’t want to deal with any of them ever again.

Apparently they ‘needed’ some strings ‘to round everything out’ as if the organ wasn’t enough. The violinist was “stopping by” tonight. Barry hoped they weren’t as awful as everyone else.

“Lup, you’re late, the musicians go up there. You’ve got the music, yes?” If they were speaking to them like that then Barry assumed he might at least have an ally, he lazily played the entry queue again, stopping to allow more yelling once the cue was, once again, not quite right.

He felt someone plonk down onto the stool next to him. “Yo, Barold, right? I’m Lup. I hear you’re responsible for swelling organs right across town.” Lup smirked suggestively and waggled her eyebrows. Barry felt every inch of his stupid skin flush red.

“I… yep. Organs.” Great. Good. Yes. Excellent first impression. Nailed it.

“Barry. From the top again.” Came a voice from the lower part of the church.

Barry quickly sat up straight and flexed his fingers.

Lup clicked her case open. He did his best to ignore her. “So…” She whispered in his ear. “You do everything they tell you? Never considered just, playing the wrong piece? I’ll give you a tenner to play the Imperial March instead.

Barry stopped as more yelling commenced below. “Look, this is my job, I can’t fuck it up… as much as they deserve it.”

Lup rolled her eyes and muttered “nerd” under her breath.

“What, you’re just going to play whatever you want are you?” Asked Barry.

“Babe, they can’t control genius. And they also can’t fire me without paying because I saw them coming and triple checked the contract with my lawyer, so if I fancy a quick burst of La Cucaracha no one can stop me.” Lup said, smiling wide.

Barry rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to get peer pressured into misbehaving.

“Barry! We’re not paying you to warm the stool, play the song! There’s plenty of two bit organists we can get to take your job if you don’t want it.” Yelled a voice from below them.

Barry began to play. It took Lup a few bars before she started sniggering. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Barold.”

Barry ignored the confused voices below and continued to play a slow and elegant version of Motorhead’s Ace of Spades.

[broijuswannareadsmut]

Hiya!! Would you mind doing Vixen for Draken for your Miguel fics? Like time skip Draken who’s been working a lot lately and decides to take his woman out and when they get home she gives him a nice show😘😩please and thank you!

A/n: OMG THANK U FOR REQUESTING!! sorry it took awhile for me to post, I was procrastinating 😅

Song Recommendation: Vixen by- Miguel

Play the song when I tell you to.

Content Warnings‼️: Fem!reader, stripping, fellatio, tit job, sperm swallowing, overstimulation (m and f receiving), manhandling, nipple play, riding, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking, size kink, mentions of reader getting pregnant, mommy kink? (Once), facial, and slight angst (lmk if I missed sum)

All I Want is You Masterlist

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Draken had always been a hardworking man in everything he had done, wether it be his friendships, his gang affairs, or his bike shop. This was one of the many characteristics you admired about him, from a young age he had to mature and carry many responsibilities, which in turn led to him rarely getting a break from this reality. You and Ken had been dating for almost a year now and you were always supportive in everything he wanted to pursue, and that included his business he ran with Seishu. Although there were times when you tried to intervene and tried to convince him to take a break and allow himself to relax but he would always brush it off as “it’s just work baby.”

This time though you were able to get Seishu to take over the shop for an entire afternoon and night so you and Draken could spend some quality time together. Ken didn’t know about this until Seishu called in that afternoon telling him he got the day off which made the black haired man furrow his eyebrows.

“You’re not even my boss Inupi, who told you I got the day off?” He asked through his cellphone.

As if on queue you entered the room and responded to his question, “I did.”

Draken turned to look at you now with a more confused look on his face than before. How long has this motherfucker been in my house? He hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

“Ken you’ve been overworking yourself at that shop and haven’t had time to just relax and see your other friends. And… I’ve been feeling neglected by you as well…” You whispered the last bit looking down at your socks.

“Baby I’m sorry… I didn’t know it was hurting you that much, I should’ve asked you.” The dragon man got down to your level with a sad expression and caressed your cheek with his colossal hand. “I’ll make it up to you yeah? I’ll take you out like my girl deserves.”

You looked into his dark eyes and noticed the sheer genuine unapologetic love in them. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly before hugging his neck. He picked you up by having your thighs around his waist as he kissed you back while he pawed at your velvety ass.

“Let’s sleep awhile so that tonight we can stay up all night~” You whispered against the male’s pale pink lips.

He chuckled lowly, causing your stomach to flutter as he flashed you with his charming grin.

“Sounds like a plan baby.”

He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down gently ass you shuffled into the right position. Ken followed as he wrapped his strong biceps around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder…

You hadn’t realized that you had been asleep for eight hours until you checked the time.

20:16

You turned to your side to find that Ken had on an aloof expression as his right forearm rested atop his forehead, his dyed black hair laying down from to his shoulders. You smiled, wishing you had your cell closer to you so you could’ve taken a photo.

You briefly straddled his waist with the least amount of weight you could sit, to sneakily crawl off the bed.

You tiptoed down the hallway to where you left your bag, you sorta predicted that Draken being Ken that he would take you out after telling him you missed him, he’s always been soft like that. Therefore you planned an outfit for the dinner, because when Ken asked you to go out to dinner it wasn’t like going to some Boston Pizza, no he would put his entire drakussy in those dates.

You pulled out the outfit that you had brought and splayed out both of the special pieces.

This part was the one that the public would be able to see (there is no jacket)

and the one that only Ryuuguji could see ♡

You proudly looked over your choices and knew that he would love it, you planned on giving him the night of his life.

You skipped on to his room and secretly put them in the far back of his closet where he kept his high school years clothes. You scurried to the washroom and began running the hot water.

After 25 minutes you were finished with your shower  and your skincare. Opening the door allowing the steam to air out, with a towel wrapped around your body, you sauntered back to Ken's room and found that he was sat down on his bed with his large hands rubbing at his eyes.

"Hi baby, how'd you sleep?" You asked while you pushed back his unruly hair to the back.

He inhaled a tired breath, "fine, I was jus wondering where you went but I see now."

"Yeah you should go shower too, and pick out something nice for tonight." You suggested.

"You should pick if out for me, you always pick out nice things."

"Okay Kenny if you insist."

He stood up from the bed as he pet your head and kissed the top of it. Going to leave he didn't go until he gave a playful slap to your ass. You rolled your eyes at his actions and went over to his closet, you found it would work easier if you put on the clothes on first and then do your hair and makeup.

You had finished putting everything on, and the lingerie fit nicely but was sorta hard to put on. Along the way you had also picked out Draken’s fit as well.

Which was this

You really thought his black shiny hair would put it all together. You were now seated on the bed with all your select makeup on the comforter doing it through the camera of your phone. As you were finishing up you looked toward the door as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom. You found the 6"2 man at the doorway with his beige towel tied lowly on his hips, allowing you to get a clear view of his defined abs, his scar on his stomach from when he was young, and the teasing V line...

"Stop starin'" He snapped you out of the trance and chuckled at your widened eyes as you looked up at him.

"You look amazing y/N, im sorry for not showing you that sooner, but I promise I'm making it up to you tonight." He bent down to peck your lips, careful in not ruining your preferred makeup.

"Ken... You're amazing, honestly and I won't hold anything against you, I'm jus glad that we're spending time together now." You smiled fondly at your boyfriend.

He is getting some good head tonight, that's for sure.

"Okay lemme put on my fit and we can get going once you're done too yeah?"

You hummed know agreement as you finished up your makeup.

Although Draken had his own car now, knowing that his delinquent days were over, he had still kept his Zephyr, it was his baby after all. He hadn't had time to take it out for a ride since he wanted to keep his reputation up as a "well rounded" guy ( he was for the most part ). You could see how much he yearned to take it out of his storage unit so you decided to ask.

"Ken what if we took your bike out to get to the restaurant? I'm sure it'd be faster that way and you can relive old times."

The tall man looked down at you as you two were riding the elevator down to the main floor, his mind flood with unforgettable memories of his teenage years...

"But y/N you haven't ridden one in so long what if-"

"Neither have you, unless you've been taking it out without my knowledge, but for the most part that is just muscle memory. Stop being a miserable old man and take me out on your motorcycle Draken." You huffed.

He flinched a little at hearing you use his famous nickname. "Damn, okay if you insist."

You smiled at his submissiveness to your assertive demeanour.

After waiting in the lobby for him to return with the bike you found him outside of the doors leaning pridefully on his Zephyr with a large grin on his face. It still looked as though it had when he was fifteen.

"We're both getting on this thing with helmets on Ken." You sternly admitted.

"But-" You looked up at him with a scowl at his immediate excuses whilst you examined a helmet in your hands.

"Okay..." He blubbered as he straddled the bike as you handed him a helmet that might've been a little too tight on him, but it was a safety thing nonetheless. He started the engine and you hurriedly got on as well, not caring about your dress riding up your hips. You wrapped your arms around his built waist and let him know you were ready.

The man had a large grin on his face as he began speeding up through the dim streets of Tokyo, letting his dyed hair blow ( in your face) through the brisk air. He was extremely thankful for you and this was just another gesture that proved it.

Finally you two arrived at the restaurant, Ken parked his bike down in the parking lot whilst you got off and re-adjusted the dress. He finished that up and you wrapped your arms around his large bicep with a giddy smile on your face.

"Good evening, reservation under Ryuuguji Ken."

The front desk person nodded and led you to your table, you were confronted with a beautiful set up booth, there was your favourite wine and garlic bread awaiting you two. The person placed the menus on the table and allowed you to sit.

"I'll get a waiter assigned to your table soon Mr and Mrs Ryuuguji." They walked off.

"Y/N Ryuuguji? I like it." Ken smirked as he wrapped his large hand around your hip as you sifted through the menu.

"Wow Kenny didn't know you wanted to marry me so bad." You teased as you looked up to his beaming face.

"Of course I do, I also wanna have my kids with you. How many do you want?"

"Who said I wanted them?" You tested.

"That's okay too, but with your genes they would turn out amazing."

"I'm just kidding Ken, I'd only want you to get me pregnant. Soooo maybeeee 2?"

"Sure gorgeous." He kissed your forehead and reached for the wine. Pouring you and him a glass.

You thanked him and took a sip as you looked around the restaurant, it had iridescent chandeliers under every table, and lots of different shades of red and gold. Other couples were seated patiently or already eating.

"Hello, I'll be your server this evening what could I get you? Or would you like more time?"

"Ermmm I think I have what I want, what about you Ken?"

"Me too."

You both ordered and the server nodded their head and walked off to where you could only assume was the kitchen.

After some time you received your orders and asked the server to take a picture of the two of you to have this memory on your phone. Your body was right next to his, his large hand holding you tight against his body by your hip. He had that boyish grin on his face that always warmed your heart, since he would only show that expression when he was truly comfortable and happy.

"Thank you." You told the waiter as they handed back your phone and nodded compliantly. "Thank you Kenny, I'm so happy." You beamed.

"Me too baby. I love you." Draken had learnt from his past experiences that it's okay to tell the people you love that you love them, since you never know when it'll be too late to tell them...

Ryuuguji had been adamant on not allowing you to know what the bill's total was, saying that it was his treat and didn't wanna stress you.

You two got back to his apartment and you were anticipating showing him your grand scheme soon... Once he had opened the door to his room, you were hastily situating him on his queen sized bed.

"What's with the rush y/N? "m not goin' anywhere." He murmured with concern as he ran his coarse hands down your smooth sides.

"I know... I've jus been waiting to do this all night Ken..." You whispered as your hands were on his shoulders. "So just let me take care of you... Kay?"

At this point the man knew where this was going, and he could feel his excitement growing...

k play the song.

Let's play a little game Just between you and I Obviously physical...

The only light being provided was the one from the hallway seeping into the open door. You backed away from his seated figure and sensually stripped off the spaghetti straps off your slim fitting black dress. Draken could see the straps of the lingerie peaking out the dress. His stare showing how awestruck he was of you...

To please and entertain...

Finally the dress was forgotten on the floor, while the necklace on your unmarked neck gleamed alongside your hoop earrings.

You will get the spotlight all night

You stepped toward the black haired man once again as you leaned your face in to teasingly place two pecks on the sides of his mouth, he tried chasing your plush lips but you just smirked and turned around. You let him get a full view of your ass, as your fingers clawed at the flesh, which in turn revealed that the lingerie had a pussy slit giving Draken a perfect view of what was waiting for him, hole clenching in anticipation.

You turned back to face him and ran your hands down your front, letting them roam a little longer around your breasts. As your hands went further down so did your body, you were shimming to the floor. Your hands then finally rested on Ken's knees, as yours were planted to the floor. With doe eyes and a sultry look on your face, you unbuckled his black belt letting the clinking of it fill the thick air. Once it was loose you unbuttoned his pants, urging him to shuffle out of them. Now the only thing in the way was his unbranded navy blue boxers, you could see the protruding bulge waiting to be set free.

You pushed down on his stomach to make him lay on his forearms, he submissively agreed letting you do whatever your heart desired. After pulling the entirety of his pants down and on the ground you decided to tease him a little. You spread his thighs farther apart with your delicate hands not daring to break eye contact. You crawled on top of him, hovering your heat right beneath his clothed cock as you pulled his turtleneck over his head, leaving him in only his boxers. You cupped his face as your mouth explored his long neck, littering kisses and nipping bites. Draken slid his hands down your arms, unsure of where else he should put them. Your lips kissed down his pecks and to his sternum. Finally you slid down his boxers, beholding his massive erect penis.

You're always down for something new...

It had been a while since you saw it, but nonetheless never failed to get you excited and drooling. Your left hand grabbed hold of the top which caused Ken to flinch at the sudden touch, you smirked at his reaction as your hand began stroking his cock gently. Your right hand then unclasped the straps of where it was holding your boobs up, once both were undone your tits bounced out, your nipples already perked up and hard. The tip was oozing thick pre, with a pointed tongue you kitten licked the cum away, tasting the familiar bittersweet fluid. He had been taking deep breaths in and out of his nose to control his sexual tendencies. Your right hand went down to his large balls and began fondling them, as you encased his length inside your mouth. Draken winced at the slick interior. You swirled your tongue around the tip for a few moments before then moving your head up and down his three inch girth. Having been used to his cock already you had no problem downing it like a shot of tequila. You set a rhythmic pace to his cock, allowing it to get sloppy your saliva seeping out of your mouth.

"Fuck you're so good at this baby, can suck dick like a cockhungry slut yeah?"

This egged you on, going back to the tip to suckle on it. As you were focusing on the tip your hands twisted at the base and squeezed his balls. Ken could feel his body on fire and his balls tightening as your ministrations continued. He couldn't contain himself anymore as he fisted your hair in his large hand, to which he began moving your head up and down his length rapidly, reaching him closer to his impending orgasm.

You will be my vixen

Finally he came down your mouth as cum dribbled down your mouth attempting to drink up all of it.

Delivering a captivating performance everytime...

"Fuck you did so well angel, loved it so-so much." Draken breathed as he sifted through your tangled hair. You opened your mouth at his praise as you looked up at him, letting him know that you downed all his seed. Your eyes shifted to those of a siren as he saw mischief in your eyes, as your mind thought of something else.

You shuffled up to his torso so your mouth was kissing his bellybutton and you wrapped your soft boobs between his cock like a hotdog. Your hands squished it as your chest began lifting itself up to then bring itself back down. Draken whimpered at the overstimulation, he tried to take your hands off him but you wouldn't budge.

"Fuck! "m still sensitive y/N, s-stop please." His pleading was so cute.

You detached yourself off his tip to respond, "I said let me take care of you Ken." In a way you were doing it for your benefit more than his, loving to see powerful big men crumble and whimper, but at least he got to cum once more out of it.

You could tell he was close once again because of the shallow breaths coming out of his mouth. Whilst still moving your upper body up you tweaked at your nipples to give you some more pleasure.

"Shit— I'm gonna cum y/N! Fuck! Shit shit shit shit!" And he stuck to his word, spurts of seed shot down your esophagus and with welcoming arms you gripped his hips to steady yourself.

You got off his dick and panted out breaths. He didn't even give you time to recover before he lifted you from your knees and sat you right on his erection. You gasped at how wet you were and how easy the entrance was to your hole.

"K-ken! Y-you're so big! C-can't do it." You cried as your head fell onto his shoulder. Suddenly his hands were pulling your hips up and down his length.

"Since you wanna act like a little brat, I can fuck you like a whore." His eyes no longer held the adoration and love he had in his eyes everytime they were on you, now they were full of lust and frustration (whether it was sexual or not you don't know).

Usually Ken would prep you to take his 8 incher but he had already been impatient since you got back home so he couldn't care less. Your cunt was vice gripping his cock, allowing him to feel all of your ridges and velvet edges.

"Just cause your pussy is pretty doesn't mean that I'll go easy on it." He began to mark your neck by littering red hickeys that would turn purple in the morning on it.

Your hands were planted firmly on his broad shoulders trying to get some sort of balance by the rapid thrusting of his cock in your heat. Your jaw was hanging low nothing but whimpers and wanton moans slipping out. Draken had let one of his hands roam from your hip to your nipple, twisting and tugging at it. Your hands went to tug on his black locs, undoing his bun in the process, your mouth right against his ear, letting him hear all the sweet sounds of pleasure he was fucking out of you. He was hitting your G spot making youu become more breathless. His hips were thrusting with fervor desperate to get himself to his third orgasm and give you one as well.

The sound of skin on skin plus each other's moans were the only thing filling the hot air in the man's bedroom. Draken's large cock began hitting your cervix forcing you to cry out from the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort.

"K-Ken! "m Gonna cum! Please!"

"I know baby, jus look at where I am in your tummy." You simultaneously looked down to where you two were connected and found that his cock was outlined on your stomach, right past your bellybutton to be exact. He pushed against your stomach, which made your pelvis thrust up. A broken moan fell from your lips, before you could protest and further Draken forcefully turned you on your back, not letting his penis slip out of your cunt. He hastily placed your legs over his shoulders as he planted his hands at the sides of your shoulders. While still fucking into you he chased after your lips to then capture them in a passionate sensual kiss (make-out sesh). Your eyes closed shut knowing that your orgasm was coming at you quickly. One particularly forceful thrust that bruised your cervix and made you break off the kiss made you cum.

"Fuck! KEN!" You squealed. You came so much in fact that it pushed his member out of your sopping hole. The ex gang member was still chasing after his high that he fisted his cock and slid his thumb over his tip whilst also overstimulating your clit in the process. Your legs began to twitch and you whined, trying to push away his hand but to no avail.

Thick long spurts of cum landed on your sweaty face, some almost getting caught in your eye, his low groans coaxing you and him gently down from your releases. Draken let go of his limp cock and brought his hands to the sides of your head to examine you better. Your face was always such a site to look at but your face covered in his cum just made Draken's blood flood to his dick.

"Wow baby, you did so well f"me wanna get you cleaned up yeah? Then we can go to bed?"

"N-No..." You breathed, placing your hands on his broad chest looking up at your boyfriend with a pouty expression.

"No?"

"I wanna go another round Ken... please? Want your cock again, want you to cum in me this time..." You pleaded shamelessly as if you were asking for some candy.

The man's eyes widened at your statement but quickly welcomed it. "Yeah? My pretty girl wants me to make her a mommy? Can't get enough of my cock?" He asked condescendingly.

You nodded quickly and swiped your thumb across your white covered cheek, sticking your tongue out to lick up the residue of Ryuuguji's cum. You smiled sultrily up at the man above you. He watched in awe... You two were goin to have a long night, why else would you take a nap in the middle of the  afternoon?

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bad girl-georgenotfound x reader

summary- you’re a role model student, but recently, you’ve been misbehaving. teacher! george takes things into his own hands and puts you in his place

warnings/notes- smut, swearing, violence?, female receiving, insults

high achiever. that’s what you were. with your kind smiles as you pass by, your top grades, and anything anyone could wish for. you were pretty much always presentable, pretty much always on time, pretty much organised and pretty much pretty. and on the rare days when you were late or forgot a piece of homework, nobody would batt an eye, you were too reliable to worry.

however, it might’ve been this week when people found a notable change in your behaviour. perhaps it was the scowl plastered on your face, the bumping into people- which was very much on purpose- or the changes in things that came out of your mouth.

though, you still did what you did before, it felt threatening to people. you still gave your smiles (even though they made people uneasy when you did now), and you looked presentable, that hasn’t changed.

“y/n, you’re late,” you heard a stern voice behind you as you crept into class. rolling your eyes, you turned to face the taller male-mr.notfound. “good morning sir, how are you? great! right now i’ve got to-“ a smile laid on your face as you sarcastically greeted the older.

“y/n” he sighed, running a veiny hand through his fluffy hair, making the not already perfect strands of hair even messier, “you were a perfect student before; high grades, modal behaviour, neat organisation. what happened?”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead giving him a bigger smile. you hated hearing those words, it’s always ‘what happened?’, “nothings happened, sir. i’m not sure what you’re taking about,”

his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, hesitant to speak for a minute or two before replying with a simple, “whatever y/n, get to your seat, copy what’s in the board,”

>>

you strutted out of class, on your way to the lunch queue when you got called midway from a familiar voice. “y/n,” you stopped in your tracks and huffed as you looked to the direction of the voice- mr. notfound. looking up with innocent eyes, “yes sir? is there something bothering you?” he gave a disappointed sigh, punching the bridge of his nose, “you know what’s wrong. it’s a shame, you’re well behaved in everything, yet you can’t make sure your skirt isn’t so high,”

you crossed your arms, leaning all your weight onto one hip as you gave him the most annoyed look you could muster, “i don’t see why it bothers you so much, sir,” he raised a brow. you’ve never had a good view of mr. not found, especially because of the communication between you and him.

“unroll your skirt,” you glared at him, clearly annoyed at the interaction. still glaring at him, you rolled it up once higher. watching as his breath slightly hitched in his throat, he made eye contact with you again, his eyes holding an emotions you couldn’t quite uncover. “i’ve told you once and i’ll tell you again, unroll your skirt,” you brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “hm.. no”

“you’re such a bad girl..” mr. notfound muttered, continuing to look you up and down, it sent butterflies to your stomach. however you quickly got back into the right mind, ‘he’s your teacher y/n’, you thought.

“if i see you later with your skirt still so high, it’s going to be a punishment,” you huffed and carried on walking down the corridor, giving him no response.

perhaps you had simply forgot what he said. oh honestly, did it really matter that much? it was only a skirt length, it wasn’t your fault if people found it distracting, i mean it’s not your fault your so attractive. hah.

gliding your finger along the lockers as you headed to the changing rooms. bag trailing across the floor by the way you lazily wrapped your fingers around the strap. you were late to cheerleading again. wow, well done y/n, gold star! eh, you couldn’t care less. as you carelessly strutted down the corridor you unknowingly muttered about how senseless mr. notfound was, “i mean it’s not my fault i’m so hot-“

“tsk tsk, y/n l/n, what a bad little girl,” you stopped in your tracks from pure startles, shooting your head up to the voice, mr. notfound. no matter the effort you made to cover it, mr. notfound truly did frighten you, and the same could go for mr. wastaken. perhaps it was that they made you feel so small and intimidated that you tried to switch it, protesting to their orders.

“what are you doing here so late,” he asked, leaning against the wall with the poster that read “believe in yourself’. you swallowed your nerves in your throat you didn’t even know were there, “i was heading to cheer sir,”

the brunette looked you up and down, staring at your skirt and legs, before looking up to you with a disappointed sigh, “i see you haven’t fixed your skirt, what do you think mr. wastaken will think about this,”

you gulped, internally panicking and unsure of how to reply, “i’m not sure what you’re taking about sir,” you batted innocent eyes, smiling politely up at him. tutting, he leant back of the wall, rubbing his temple in irritation, “you’re so disobedient. i’m afraid you won’t be attending cheer today,”

suddenly, you furrowed your brows, “what? huh?” he grinned and walked closer towards you, close enough to hear his breathing, “you’ve got a detention,” his husky voice spoke into your ear. god his voice made your face as red as a cherry.

“why?” there wasn’t really a point in asking why, you had been gone downhill for the last few weeks: not following orders, turning up late to lessons, being rude and sarcastic. “come on,” mr. not found started walking down the hall, you following close behind.

you were angry, you didn’t like school, but the only things keeping you going was cheerleading, no matter the times that you pretend to hate it. school is shit, you hate it and everything about it: the rules, the students, the lessons, the food, the teachers -well, mr. notfound and mr.wastaken certainly didn’t bat your eye.

yeah you hated them, how they were constantly telling you off, but god they were hot. sometimes you so desperately want them to bend you over their desks and fuck you till you can’t remember your own name.

anyways, you were in a bad mood, you had been looking forward to cheer (even though you were running late) and mr. notfound had to ruin it. huffing and puffing, you glared at any walking students. one girl walked past, looking so fucking happy, and you decided this was the right time to ruin her mood just like yours has been ruined. stopping in your tracks as she stopped at her locker, you yelled at her, “that skirt is so fucking ugly makes me want to puke, are you thick in the head or what?”

“y/n.” the man called sternly, giving you a look to stop. well, that look turned to annoyance once you flipped him off. taking a step closer to the girl who already looked upset, “aw, you gonna cry?” you sarcastically asked, giving a fake look of aw, “pathetic little bitch,”

“y/n, stop it. come over-“ “shut the fuck up sir, i’m not going to your stupid little detention,” turning to glare at him, gritting your teeth, only to earn a look of amusement. “oh so you find this funny? bitch,”

mr.notfound gave you a long, hard stare -intimidatingly long, before striding beside the girl and bending down slightly to her eye level. you watched with a weird feeling coursing through you as him and the girl talked about something, the girls face turning red as a tomato. it wasn’t a surprise really- almost every girl in this school had a crush on him, and well, you couldn’t say anything bad as you were one of those girls.

it wasn’t your fault when you swung at her after she gave you a cocky smirk. she grabbed her cheek, gasping dramatically, before forcing tears out of her eyes. “you little bitch!” you screamed, hitting her again. you didn’t stop trying after sir picked you up with force and pulled you away further down the corridors.

as he frustratedly headed to his office, you couldn’t help but think about how it felt being carried by him. yeah you had done something bad, but god this felt good.

“why can’t you just behave?” he muttered through gritted teeth. you didn’t answer, didn’t think it was your time to talk, didn’t think it was the right moment to give him a bitchy answer. “you were such a good girl before, now you’re punching people as they walk by,”

“i’m sorry sir,” you replied as he sat you down on his desk, walking over to his cupboard. you really were sorry, you didn’t know what had gotten into you recently. though you were sorry, you didn’t regret anything.

as you watched sir rummage through his cupboard, eyebrows furrowed, a trickling down your lower face had become incredibly noticeable. brushing your hand over your nose, you were met with blood -fuck, a nose bleed. it was probably when the girl swung back, but you didn’t notice it. mr. notfound walked over to you with a box of tissues in his hand. leaning in, he grabbed your chin and held tightly as he brushed the soft tissues over the blood. something about this sent a flutter between your legs; perhaps it was his concentrated face mixed with anger, or maybe it was the way he handled you, the way he touched you.

“you’ve been naughty,” he breathed out. breath so close to my neck that it sent butterflies to my stomach, “gonna have to punish you,” the look on his face told you he wasn’t kidding, and the way he didn’t move away from you to put the tissues in the bin, just throwing them into it from where he was.

silence is what surrounded the room, your faces inches away from each other, hungry looks on both. the only thing that broke the silence through time was the breathing that became heavier. and as he smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed back. it was hot, needy, it felt perfect. the messy movement of his lips on yours left you whining in his mouth.

“fuck, you don’t realise what you do to me,” he pulled away slightly, still practically sharing breath. you felt his hand land on your thigh, before feeling him rub it in a circular motion with his thumb. he kissed you again, open mouth, if it was anyone but him you would’ve been grossed out, but god he made this so hot.

you couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they walked in whilst you were messily making out, his hand on your chin grasping tightly with the other massaging the skin on your thigh. he pulled away again, kissing at your face, “the way you prance around in this tiny skirt, you make me so horny, i bet you make everyone else feel like this as well,”

you shook your head, “no sir, only for you, all for you,” as he kissed and sucked at your neck, you felt his smirk plastered on his face against your skin.

you moaned as he sucked at a certain piece of skin, “can’t keep quiet, want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” you wasn’t sure how to respond, if you were to say no you would be lying. you wanted people to hear how you were making out with your teacher, you wanted to make the girls jealous. so, all you could do was timidly look away from his gaze.

you gasped as you felt a strong hand grab your black tie and yank it towards him, snapping you to look in his eyes, “look at me when i’m talking to you,” george gravely quipped, glaring at you.

out of nowhere, you felt the sudden urge to be a brat again, not the smartest idea but it would be interesting, “i don’t want to look at you,” you snarked back, watching as his eye brows furrowed and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. hand still tight on your tie, forcing you to painfully look up from the height and the difference of you sitting and him standing over you. “stand up.” he demanded

“no.” suddenly, you felt a harsh slap to your cheek, before your face was pulled up to be inches away from his,

“fucking stand up brat,” his tone was deep and husky, it awoken something inside you. but, being the stubborn person you are, you shook your head. he yanked you up by your waist, then slammed you against the nearest wall.

his warmth engulfed you as he so quickly slammed his lips back onto yours, spreading through you like an infectious disease, however, this disease would be one you want to never leave. he pulled you closer to him from your waist, leaning burning fingerprints every inch his hands touched.

this kiss was not much different from the ones just before, but for some strange reason, this one felt more forceful, daring, one that got you more worked up. as he attached his lips to your neck, quickly exploring more and more of your body, you were well aware you were not leaving that room without bruises. despite being as aware of it as can be, you couldn’t help but want to carry on being bratty.

and as the buttons to your shirt came undone annoyingly slow, you became more and more impatient. “hurry up, if you can’t teach well atleast be able to make me feel good,”

he pulled away, still close enough you could feel every exhale, so close you watched his jaw clench and face so desperately trying not to show just how angry he was right now. it was peculiar that you still persisted to stay bitchy, there really was no need for you to act like this, and you both were fully aware, but you wanted to rile him up, wanted him to know you don’t give up easily, wanted him to earn this from you. in hindsight, that was probably it the brightest idea and you you became aware of that the longer he started into your eyes.

“oh i’ll make you feel good,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “and you’ll fucking like it, so don’t tell me to hurry up,”

with that, he pulled your shirt off, hands immediately going to your back, desperately fiddling with the clasp off your bra as you innocently looked up at him, acting like you weren’t just pissing him off, “your so fucking annoying,” he murmured, the clasp loosening as he pulled the fabric down your arms, leaning you bare chested.

“your acting like i don’t turn you on just by walking around school sir,” you retorted, as he rolled one of your nipples through his long fingers, smiling sweetly whilst he scoffed, however mesmerised by how beautiful you looked.

“remember what you’re saying whilst you’re begging to cum and i say no,” he whispered into your ear, before moving his mouth to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and both of you noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin in that few seconds.

right as you were about spit another retort, syllables falling down your throat and being replaced with a choked moan as you felt his hands sneak their way under your short skirt that pretty much started this whole thing.

gripping your thighs, taking in exactly how the skin felt with his hands over them. you felt your heart almost beat out of your stomach as you felt a hand get closer to your leaking heat, barely covered by your damp panties. “and with how your acting your probably not wet right now. isnt that right?”

and you couldn’t mange to say a word as you felt his middle finger run over your panties, barely ghosting your clit, leaving you wanting more contact. his pointer finger caught onto the side of the fabric, pushing it aside, leaving just enough space for his middle finger to feel the juices that so guilty poured out of you. his touch felt so cold compared to your heat, leaving you so embarrassed as he coats his finger in you before slowly pulling away, catching your eyes with a smug smirk whilst doing so.

“oh? oops,” he chuckled, “looks like i was wrong,”

without a second to respond, his fingers shoved themselves inside you, leaving you whimpering from sudden pleasure. you almost collapsed if it wasn’t for him holding your waist with one hand as he roughly pumped them in and out of you, leaving lewd noises to spill out of your lips. drops of wetness spill down your thighs, he still persistently works his magic through your wet underwear, thumb sneaking to rub tight circles on your clit. and you couldn’t stop yourself as a moan left your red lips, music to his ears, and his smug smile grew bigger. you can’t help letting out noises when he made you feel this good, but of course, you couldn’t let him know that, couldn’t let him know that he made you feel heavenly. everytime he pumped his fingers, everytime they subtly brushed over your clit, it left you twitching.

y

s-sir, sir fuck! please i’m-!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his fingers ripped out of you, the pleasure disappearing into thin air, taken from you. as you stare at him, your hands having a mind of their own, moving down to your heat out of instinct, but being grabbed and pinned above your head before you could reward yourself with pleasure.

“don’t you fucking dare. what happened to the brattiness? you come when i give you permission,” both of you are well aware that you’re brattiness has been taken away from you when you don’t reply, just look into his eyes and nod, swallowing your nerves. and that’s when his smirk grew bigger, he loves this.

you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it pulls and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

“get on a desk, all fours, unless you don’t want to be pleasured,” and you comply, pulling your panties and skirt down leaving you in nothing but a tie and thigh highs, climbing onto a desk, legs trembling. you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it off and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

he moved behind you, “i won’t be gentle,”

SORRY I DIDNT FINISH IT. i started writing this months ago but now i’ve kinda left the fandom and i’m never gonna finish this so here it is. you can imagine the rest.

new obsession: it (novel and book) ✅

new person to obsess over: jaeden martell 😍😍

i’m probably gonna post it oneshots and maybe stranger things fluff.

[thefanficmonster]

idk if u know him but i just found out that technoblade has cancer and now im really sad but it did get me a lil curious to see a small corpse x reader scenario or headcanons where reader announces they have cancer in the midst of playing with corpse and their friends on stream?

Sorry for the long wait dear but here is your request finally fulfilled. Because of my long queue I decided to go for headcanons and I hope you don't mind. If you want a full fic of this concept don't hesitate to let me know ~ XOXO, Vy 💕

Streamer gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

TW: Mentions of suffering from cancer, Mentions of hospital visits and hospital treatment

- You had been running late for the stream you and the crew had arranged a few days prior - Because of certain problems with the system at you hospital, you had to attend your appointment that day instead of the day before, the timing clashing a bit with the timing of the stream - You sent Rae a quick text that you'd be late for the event, hoping she wouldn't ask why - And luckily she didn't - Truth be told, it's not like you were going to extreme lengths to hide your illness, you just didn't want you friends seeing you differently - Still, however, you were planning to tell them sooner or later - You always made up scenarios in your head of how it would go and only in a few were your news accepted lightly - You hated that you had to risk all those other, far less fortunate alternatives, but it was what it was and you had zero control of how they’d react so you were practically helpless in that field - That being said, you just let out a sigh every time your mind started going down that route - “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. The hospital messed up my appointment which was supposed to be YESTERDAY. So shout out to them, you guys suck. Just kidding, y’all keep me alive.” - Your friends chuckled at your comment, paying no mind to it as anything but a joke - “Time you switch hospitals then.” Toast nudges you jokingly - “Oh trust me, bro, that would be hella more complicated than just making appointments in my local one. All my paperwork, records, medical history, everything’s there. I can just about imagine how much of it would be lost if I moved.” - Corpse scoffs, amused, “Damn, you make it sound like you’re in and out of the hospital more than I am.” - You playfully roll your eyes even though he can’t see me, “Yeah, well having cancer does that to a person.” - The call goes quiet for a few moments, making you think back to what you just said, turning pale as a ghost, all you blood running cold - “Fuck-” Corpse is the first one to speak up, “That’s fucking horrible.” - “Why didn’t you tell us?” Rae follows him up, voice equally as concerned as Corpse’s, both of them clearly rattled by your confession - As is the rest of the game lobby - You fidget with your hands, your eyes stinging with sudden hot tears that are threatening to spill but you refuse to let them - The last thing you were expecting when imagining the aforementioned scenarios was crying - You thought you had come to terms with it long ago to the point where you can even joke about it but turns out you were wrong - “I-” You begin to speak but stutter because of the knot in your throat, “I didn’t want you guys to...pity me or see me any differently. I-..I wouldn’t be able to stand even you treating me like I’m fragile and overthinking everything you say in my presence.” - Your response is answered by another moment of silence before your racing mind is put to a slight ease by Corpse’s voice travelling through your headset - “Nothing will change, Y/N.” He says, tone still shaky but at least steadier than before, “You’re still the most badass impostor among us.” He pauses, “Pun was not intended, but I truly mean it.” - “Yeah, you’re still the same and so are we, this changes nothing.” Toast says reassuringly. - “However!” Rae interrupts, causing your heart to drop, “Do you promise to never again keep us in the dark about things going on in your life? We’re your friends and we wanna be there for you, don’t keep our hands tied.” - Your heart rose and dropped yet again but did so under the effect of a completely different emotion than before - joy - The tears prickling your eyes are now happy tears, ones you hadn’t let out in years - “I promise.” You say with a sniffle, “And one more thing...” - “Yeah?” Corpse says - “Thank you.”

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[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Request!! I think this is in the lines of parenting but having a kid with lucifer 👉🏼👈🏼 I love him I’m such a simp

Pairing these two together because they’re pretty much the same thing. Thank you for requesting! 

First Born (Lucifer x F!Reader)

WARNING : (Pregnancy, Babies, Children)

 A child!? A baby?! You want one of those… those things? They’re messy and irritating and they have absolutely no use to him. Why? Why would you want to do that to yourself, why would you want to do that to him? Are his brothers not enough like children already? Go take care of one of them, they’ll gladly keep you busy with their child-like behavior, and you won’t even have to ask. Better yet, you could take care of Cerberus if you want to be motherly and nurture something. Please, be his guest. That’s one less thing that he’d have to jam pack into his daily schedule. 

“It’s not for those reasons, Lucifer. I want a child with you, it’ll bring us closer. Don’t you think?” Was that a legitimate question that you’d like the answer to, because he was quite sure that you wouldn’t like what he had to say. He didn’t want to actually hurt your feelings, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him, and he prided himself in being one of the more gentlemanly of his brothers, so he just shook his head, burying his face back in the work stack that Lord Diavolo had given him. If he just ignored you, you would leave and give up on the topic, that’s what usually worked with Mammon. What he wasn’t expecting was what you’d say next as you stood up from the chair, still smiling to yourself. “Well, I guess it’s too late to ask those questions anyway.” 

What was that supposed to mean? His head snapped up from his desk, watching as you walked toward the door. Too late to ask those questions? He shook his head, grumbling to you as you reached the door. “That’s not very funny, Y/N. I don’t take jokes like that lightly.” He didn’t, it wasn’t something that you shouldn’t joke about, and he didn’t need that kind of stress when he was surrounded by it on the daily anyway, he thought you’d have enough common sense to respect that. 

It wasn’t a joke though, and he found that out a month later. Yes, you had been telling him over and over that you weren’t joking at all, but of course, he didn’t want to believe it. The thought of a child repulsed him, it made him gag. What use would a child be to him, other than taking away the already sparse time that he had with you. They would be of no use at all, only a hindrance in your relationship. 

You hadn’t gotten that god forsaken monthly waterfall of blood, and at first he thought that he had just miscalculated… but you usually got it at the same time every month. You weren’t complaining about cramps or the usual things that seemed to bother you, and unbeknownst to you, annoy the hell out of him. Now you were just… emotional? He didn’t understand it, not at all. It’s not that he knew nothing about women, he knew the basics, but this was all new to him. 

When you had run into his office crying at one point, he was ready to kill someone. Who had hurt you? He’d handle them immediately. “I saw a picture of a kitten and it was just so cute!” Then you started sobbing, and… what the hell is your problem? Why are you crying so hysterically over a kitten? It’s an animal, what? Did you want one? Would that make you feel better? He doesn’t understand. Please explain to him what is going on. His eyes watched with nothing but confusion as you wiped your tears, smiling softly up at him and shaking your head. “Sorry about that. I’ll go.” And you did. You left just as quickly as you had entered, as if none of that had happened. You were giving him emotional whiplash. 

He tried to find excuses for literally everything, and most things he could find excuses for. Not getting your period? It was just your body changing in reaction to the Devildom, he read that sometimes that happens, bodies change when they’re in a different setting or what not. You crying over almost anything and pretty much everything? Hormones are strange, women are strange emotional beings. Maybe you just like to cry a lot? Or maybe you just miss home and you’re crying about that and blaming it on other things. 

Everything had a reason, everything had a logical explanation that pointed to everything but… pregnancy. That couldn’t happen, not just because he didn’t want it to happen, but because it just wasn’t biologically possible. Your bodies were two completely different things, different beings. It shouldn’t have happened. What he couldn’t find a reason for though was the now constant puking that seemed to hit you every day, the same time of day as if it was following its own schedule. Were you ill? No. Were you running a fever? No. Had you eaten something that had gone bad? No. What was wrong with you then? By the fifth day worry had set in. Was it a reaction to the Devildom? Had something happened? It had to be something, something that didn’t involve procreation. 

So he took you back up to earth, played it off as a mini vacation, and for some reason, not that he wasn’t used to it at this point, but you cried, clinging onto his shoulder as you told him how excited you were. If he wasn’t so worried about your strange illness and your odd mood swings, he would have found it endearing. This also wasn’t an actual vacation, this was more of a trial and error experiment. See if you still threw up when you were on earth. Simple really, a hypothesis and a conclusion. If you stopped puking, he would keep you up on earth. If you kept puking, he would take you to the hospital to get you checked out. 

He watched you closely as you cuddled next to him on the hotel bed, counting down the time. It would supposedly be happening soon, and his little experiment would either fail or succeed. Just like clockwork, as if on queue, you pulled out of his arms and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut, your body forcibly removing everything you had eaten that day. He didn’t waste a second, as soon as you had left the bathroom he was ready to take you to the hospital. Of course, Lucifer wasn’t stupid. He knew that this was a sign of pregnancy, but he wanted so badly for it to be anything but that, he needed to get an official diagnosis. 

So it turned out that you weren’t joking, all of his excuses were wrong, and you were in fact… pregnant. First reaction? Get rid of it. Get it out. He doesn’t want that added responsibility. Of course, when he even began speaking those words you seemed so upset, so heartbroken, he immediately shut his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was make you cry again, but seriously, why? Why do you want to keep it? Do you know how much work a child is? How expensive one is? Second reaction? How the hell is it going to work? How is it going to come out? Will it have his horns? Or will it be more like you? It could rip you to shreds. Demons, as you know, are much stronger than humans, surely that would still be true with a demon child. He was worried, of course, because he wasn’t about to lose the one person he actually loved to something that wasn’t even supposed to happen. Third reaction? Protect you at all costs. Not because you were carrying his child, he could care less about what happened to it. You were vulnerable though, far more fragile than you were before, and even then he would worry himself sick about you whenever you weren’t around. It would be far worse now. How was he supposed to focus on anything else when he had you to worry about even more? 

As you grew, and his child grew, he became more possessive over you. His brothers weren’t allowed within five feet of you, worried that they might do something stupid and end up hurting you. He couldn’t deny the faint glow that pregnancy gave you, and the sense of pride that filled him knowing that it was his seed that brought on that glow. He still didn’t really take part in any of the pregnancy milestones though, he could honestly care less. Feeling it kick for the first time? So what? He could kick too, what’s so special about it? Hearing the heartbeat? Was that supposed to make him feel something other than disgust knowing that it was still living and thriving in your womb? Still though, if he saw you go to any of his brothers to talk about it he’d quickly pull you away. Why tell them about it? They don’t have to know. He’d bring you to his office and pretend to listen to all the things that you were excited about as he sat at his desk going over paperwork. 

Once the child was born, he distanced himself, only willingly helping financially because it was sadly his responsibility to do so, and only actually interacting with his child when he really felt like you needed the help. Other than that, he was busy, happily taking on way more work than was good for him just to avoid having to hear the child cry. He hated it, he hated how much time it sucked out of you, time that you could have been spending with him if you had just listened to him. He wouldn’t even come up to the room at night, choosing to fall asleep at his desk just so he didn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night to hear it crying. The kid cried so much, it drove him crazy. You would blow it off, telling him that it was just what babies do, but then he’d just question what the use of a child is if all it does is cry. He could tell that you were exhausted, you clearly weren’t getting an adequate amount of sleep, but then again, you wanted this, not him, yet you still seemed happy, he didn’t understand you, or the strange maternal bond you felt with the child. 

Over time though, you stopped bringing the child into his office. At first he was overjoyed by it, glad that he didn’t have to hear it or hear you making over it. Then you stopped coming to his office altogether, and although his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit it out loud, he missed seeing you. He even… missed seeing the child, because with the child was always you. He walked out of his office, his eyes immediately landing on the back of your head. You were sitting on the couch, your knees bunched up slightly for the child to lay against, seemingly happy for once considering he didn’t hear any crying. You were talking though, and he knew you weren’t talking to the baby. Then he saw someone's arms reach over and grab the child off your lap, holding it up in the air, even getting a… giggle out of it. 

It was a sting to his pride, a pride that he had no idea existed up until now. Fatherly pride, and it made him nauseous, angry, and even… jealous? Hearing the child… his child… laugh for someone else, for one of his brothers, it didn’t sit right with him. Then there was you, smiling over to his brother while he was holding HIS child. He wouldn’t stand for it. It was crossing a very thin line that he had made before the child was even born. He had given the rules to his brothers to stay away from you, to stay away from his child. Had you… had you gone to his brothers though? That stung even worse. 

He didn’t want to make a scene, he didn’t want to let on that he was feeling anything other than his usual indifference, but inside he was fuming. He walked over to where you sat, and at first you didn’t even look up at him, neither did Beel. Were you two ignoring him? He cleared his throat, getting the attention of you, Beel, and even the child, all three of you turning to look at him. “Y/N, I’d like a word with you for a moment, in my office, now. That’s not a request.” The way you smiled to Beel… was it his mind playing tricks on him, or was that the same smile you had given him when you had first started together? No, it couldn’t be. You wouldn’t do that to him. You leaned in to kiss the top of his son’s head, as if you were leaving him with Beel. “Bring him with you.” 

“Who? Beel? I mean…” He couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him, he didn’t have time for this. He reached down and grabbed the child from Beel, not expecting the child to actually try to reach back for his brother. The way that you laughed at his child’s reaction, like this was a normal thing, the way that Beel actually reached out to try to take the child back. That hurt worse than anything. He pulled his son back against his chest, holding onto him tightly as he walked back to his office. It felt foreign, actually holding him, and he had seemingly grown so much since the last time he had seen him. How long had it been? 

You shut the door behind you quietly, moving over to grab the now fussy child out of his arms, his pride only being crushed more and more now. He had stopped crying immediately as soon as you grabbed him, clearly finding comfort in your arms rather than his own fathers. “What is it? Make it quick, it’s almost time for him to eat.” You sounded upset, irritated, and your eyes held the same emotions as you looked up at him. What was he supposed to say? That he didn’t want you around his brother anymore? Clearly you didn’t listen to him the first time he told you. 

“What were you doing with Beel? Why was he holding him? I thought I told you to stay away from them.” He watched his child perk up at even the mention of his brother's name, taking a deep breath to try to control the anger that was so close to boiling over. He wouldn’t have his child, his son looking at anyone else as a father figure. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him as you sat down in the chair across from his desk.

“Why do you care? Do you even know how old he is? Do you even know anything about him?” He clenched his teeth, shaking his head as he leaned against his desk. “You made it clear that you didn’t want anything to do with him. Don’t act shocked that someone else filled the shoes that you didn’t even want to try on, Lucifer.” What was that supposed to mean? He didn’t understand, yet the words irritated him. Filling the shoes? He could sense that your irritation was growing even more as you waited for him to respond, but he didn’t know what to say. For once, he didn’t have a response. So he just stared at you, waiting for you to elaborate further. “Six months, Lucifer. He’s six months old, and how many times have you held him? I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen him in your arms. You haven’t been around for six months, and I get it. You didn’t want him, so I’m not going to force him on you. But I’m not going to deny help when it’s offered.” 

Six months… had it really been that long? It didn’t seem like it, but with the way he’d sleep at his desk and wake up in the same spot, days seemed to blend. He didn’t even know what day it was anymore. That wasn’t even the worst part to him though, not at all. What really upset him, or, better yet pissed him off was that his brother had crossed the line that he had so clearly made. “You shouldn’t have accepted the help. This was your decision to make, you had options clearly given to you. My brother didn’t need to be dragged into this.” He moved back around to the other side of his desk, sitting in his chair and staring at you, his hands folded under his chin. “Tell him that you don’t need his help anymore. I… will be helping from now on.” 

He didn’t want his own son to hate him, to loathe him like he did his own Father. That was the last thing he wanted, and he surely didn’t like the fact that his child would rather go to Beel than his own father. Let it be known though, he wasn’t doing this for you, and he wasn’t doing this for his child. He was doing it for himself, because his pride wouldn’t let it be done for any other reason than that. 

[goldensstateofgrace]

HI BESTIE! could you possibly do #8 and #21 from the angst prompts but then #2 from the “i love you” prompts to give it a happy ending. I LOVE YOU! HAPPY WRITING!!! 💗💗💗

Lies.

Requests || Masterlist || Spencer Masterlist || 

Warnings: talk of not being enough, insecurity, lying, (lmk if there is anything else)

Word count: 2760

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

- I hope you like this! Happy reading!! - G

Spencer’s pov. 

This feeling never goes away does it? The feeling of not being enough, and feeling insecure in everything you do? I know, I know I'm not enough for her, and that she’s just passing time before she finds something better. 

When I first met her she was walking out of my favorite coffee shop, coffee in one hand and a book in the other, one that I came to know she’s read over and over again because it’s her favorite. I accidentally bumped into her, not watching where i was going and spilled her coffee all over the front of her lilac sweater. 

I remember her gasp when the hot liquid hit the skin of her hands and the look of shock on her face when she looked up at me. I was sure she was going to curse me out and any other hurtful words she could come up with, but she didn’t.

She looked up at me, the shock gone from her soft and beautiful features as she told me she's sorry. 

She told me she’s sorry. When it was clearly my fault. I was the one who hadn’t been paying attention, but yet she’s the one saying sorry for something that was completely out of her hands. 

So once the shock had worn off and I came back to my senses, I bought her another coffee and we talked. We talked, and it felt really good to talk to someone other than the team or the victims of the cases we go on. 

I knew she was out of my league, god was she out of my league.

When she asked for my number and to get coffee again sometime, the shock came back and I didn't know what to do. Why would she want to talk to me? The nerdy FBI profiler who can’t really read social queues or make conversation without correcting someone or stating random facts. 

But I gave it to her. Why? I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting her to call or text, I just thought she was being friendly. 

But a week later, I got a text asking to meet up for coffee as long as I promised to not spill it all over her that time. 

After that we met up for coffee often, eventually I worked up the nerve to ask her on a real date. She said yes immediately to my surprise. 

In the back of my mind, I knew I wasn't good enough for her, she needed someone that could be there for her, not me who was always away on cases or teaching. 

But now we've been together for a little over four months and I’m so happy with her, I just can’t help the lingering insecurity in the back of my mind that she’s not happy and I’m not good enough for her. 

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Y/n’s pov  

 Four months. 

You’ve been with Spencer for four months. He treats you right and is so attentive. You’ve never been happier. You never never thought getting coffee spilled on you would lead you to the happiest you've ever been. 

You never had to be worried that he would cheat or lie, he never gave you any of the red flags you used to overlook in your other relationships. He never lied to you. 

Until now. 

You understood when he called and had to cancel your date night for an emergency case, the same way you understood the three other times he had to do the same. 

You understood because people's lives depended on him and his team to catch the person responsible for causing so much chaos. They needed him more than you did in that moment. 

What you didn’t understand is why he was sitting in a bar with the whole team, laughing. You didn’t believe your eyes, he lied? Why would he lie? 

You didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know the tears that started welling up in your eyes finally fell and he chose that moment to look your way. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, the shock clear on his face and in his wide chocolate eyes. 

Wiping your tears away, you stumble over your feet turning around and quickly making your way out of the bar and back to your apartment. 

You heard him pushing through the large group that walked in right behind you, calling your name but was too late. By the time he made it outside you had already flagged down a cab and drove off. 

Once you got home you undressed and curled up in a ball in bed. You stared at the wall for a while, your brain running over all the possibilities that could have happened. He and the team probably just wrapped up early and went out for a drink, he probably got caught up and forgot to text. 

Yeah, that’s what you told yourself. Ready to give him the benefit of the doubt and hear what he has to say. 

You didn’t realise but you fell asleep, waking up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Wait what? 

You sit up, hearing the cabinets opening and closing and the toaster popping up. Flinging your feet over the side of the bed, you stand making your way out of your bedroom and into your open kitchen/living room. 

You freeze, your eyes watching Spencer buttering the toast before he pours coffee in your favorite coffee cup. 

“What are you doing?” you mutter, voice filled with sleep. 

He stops what he’s doing, spinning around to look at you, a shy smile on his face, “I wanted to explain” he pauses, “If you’ll let me,” he says, looking down at his shoes, you can see a hint of the mix matched socks he chose for today. 

Pineapples and stars. 

You try to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. You always loved the mix matched socks he wore, ready to see what he chose for that particular day when you used to meet up for coffee. 

“You lied, is there really much to explain?” you tell him, your voice cold and almost detached. 

You aren’t one for lying, it's all your ex used to do and you’re so done with it. You’re done being pushed around and your partner picking and choosing what they get to tell you and leave you in the dark on. 

“Yes, there is. I didn’t lie, we wrapped up early and my phone was dead. I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. Y/n I promise, I wanted to come straight to you when we landed, but the team hadn’t been out in awhile and they talked me into going for at least one drink.” he rambled all in one breath, only stopping when you sat at the counter. 

He placed toast and coffee in front of you, smiling slightly before he started again. 

“y/n please,” he started. 

You think it over, you had tried to call him and it went to his voicemail, he always answers, he has never once lied to you. Never given you a reason to think he was lying. 

Maybe you jumped to the conclusion, maybe he was telling the truth. You are so used to being hurt and lied to that that's the first thing your brain thought happened. 

You nod, “ok,” you say, your voice soft. 

“Ok?” he questioned. He rounded the counter, moving to your side, gently taking your face in his hands. 

You nod softly, “I’m sorry, I jumped to conclusions. I’m not used to people not lying, I’m sorry,” you said, your eyes filling with tears. 

“No, I’m sorry. I should have just come to you,” he said, an emotion you can’t pinpoint filling his voice. It sounded like he was guilty, but he had nothing to be guilty about. 

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Things after that day got better in a way, but something felt off and you couldn’t tell what it was. 

Spencer had to cancel another date, as he had a couple other times since that day, but he always called, telling you he landed and when they wrapped the case. 

This time he didn’t, but you didn’t freak out like last time, he did leave his charger at your apartment before he left for the case. 

You were going over to his place to clean it up a bit, do some of his laundry and make some prep meals he can take to work for lunch. You knew he was always so exhausted after cases and didn’t have the energy to clean and do laundry when he got back. 

Walking up the stairs of his apartment building you hummed the tune to a song stuck in your head, as you fiddled with your keyring looking for his key. Pausing as you found it before you unlocked his door. 

You were carrying a couple shopping bags of cleaning supplies and stuff for the meal prep you planned to do. You set those down next to the door, turning on the light and letting out a small scream. 

“Spencer?” you ask, your hand over your chest like it would stop the heaving beating of your heart. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, rounding the couch he was on, he looked tired, in his lavender colored bathrobe and staring at the wall. 

“Why do you keep lying? Is this what you’ve been doing every time you cancel on me? Just staying here?” you ask, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

Your mind was running a million miles a minute trying to figure out what was happening, “Spencer answer me!” you cried. 

“Yes,” he muttered, finally. He looks down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers. 

Your heart dropped, he’s been lying the whole time. He’s no different from all your other ex’s, lying, lying, and lying some more while you were oblivious.  

Your heart feels like it broke in two, you thought he was different, he was supposed to be different. 

 “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what? You yelled, tears streaming down your face, “You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!” 

“Were done Spencer, I-” you sob out a cry, “I can’t be with someone who lies, I can’t do it. You knew, you knew what happened in my last relationship and you did the same. How could you!” you cry. 

The whole time he just sat there playing with his fingers, not looking at you. 

You quickly gathered your stuff, about to walk out the door before you remembered. You quickly found his key, pulling it off your keyring, “I hope you have a good life Spencer, I don’t need this anymore,” you say looking at him one last time, tossing the key on the table next to his door. 

“Y/n wa-” you hear him call, but you were already out the door. Holding back the sobs until you got to your car and you broke. Letting out all of your hurt, sobbing and crying your eyes out. You never knew you could hurt this much, you were just starting to love him. 

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It’s been almost three months since you broke up with Spencer, all the hurt and betrayal you felt has slowly been fading and you're getting back into your routines and getting back out there. 

You were having a night in, watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine as you waited for your popcorn to pop. 

There’s a knock on the door, you set your glass down walking to the door and opening it slightly, shocked at who you saw standing there. 

“Spencer?” you mutter, pulling the door open a little more, “what are you doing here?” 

“I- I need to talk to you, please? I know you don’t want to see or talk to me but- please?” he sounds desperate, and he’s rocking back in forth on his toes. Something he does when he’s nervous, you remember. 

You nod, moving away from the door and letting him in, “uh, do you want water or something else?” you ask, moving back into the kitchen. 

He shakes his head, “no, thank you.” 

He stands there, playing with his fingers as he looks like he’s going over something in his head. 

“Spenc-” you start but are cut off. 

“I’m sorry” he blurts out, his hands stretched out in front of him, “I'm sorry about everything, I'm sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Y/n, but please just hear me out?” he asks. 

You nod, you have nothing to lose, and you always wondered what it was that made him lie. 

“Ok, uh, can we sit?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you nod, moving into the living room, sitting on one end of the couch as he takes the other. 

“I didn’t think I would get this far, if i’m being honest,” he smiles shyly. 

“Just start from the beginning, why did you lie?” you ask, turning to face him crossing your legs on the couch. 

“I- I was working through some stuff. I was trying to be better while my mind was telling me I wasn't enough, not for you, not for anyone. You deserved so much better than what I could ever give you, but I want to be better, I am better, because of you. I’m so sorry for treating you how I did, y/n, you didn’t deserve it.” he rambled, your mind trying to catch up with everything he just said. 

“I-” you pause, not knowing what to say. He is the right person for you, you had never been happier than you were with him.

“Were you going to break up with me?” you ask him, looking him in the eyes as you pull at your fingers. 

He shakes his head, looking away for a second before answering, “I’m not sure. I know this time apart has really helped me work through everything and made me realise how much i care and lo- like you,” he stutters, looking at you shyly. 

You smile, scooting closer to him. You grab his hand, squeezing softly, “I want you to know you could have told me what you were going through, I would have done everything in my power to show you how perfect you are, in general and for me.” you smile, looking at him softly. 

“I want you to know how sorry I am too. I shouldn’t have just walked out that day, I should have stayed and listened when you called after me. Spence, I am so sorry, I am. You’re the only thing that matters, to me, to my heart.” your eyes well up with tears as you smile at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you shrug, laughing lightly wiping away your tears before his hand comes up and his thumb wipes away a lone tear. 

“Y/n, I love you. God, that feels good to say,” he chuckles, wiping away another tear. His hands cupping your face, he leans his forehead on yours, breath fanning your lips. “I love you, and I don’t care if it’s too early to say that, I fell for you the moment I saw you.” he breathes out, his smile contagious. 

You can’t help the wide smile that breaks out on your face, you breathe out a laugh pulling back to look him in the eyes, “I love you, Spencer Reid. So. Fucking. Much.” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. 

The kiss was full of love and unspoken words that only he could understand. 

“Y/n, will you take me back? I promise to do everything in my power to not let you down again.” he asks, shy and nervous. He pulls back, looking at you waiting for you to give him and answer. 

“Yes, I love you, Spence, so much. I promise to do everything in my power to not let you down and to hear what you have to say. Please come to me when your head gets too much, I’ll be here to reassure you how much I love you.” you tell him, smiling wide, happier than you have been in months. 

He goes in for a lingering kiss, only withdrawing to catch his breath, “I love you, y/n. A whole fucking lot.”

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