#(I say- as if I even fully remember what that’s like but shhh)

[taeyongdoyoung]

chase and attract

summary: your best friend decides to fulfil yet another one of your freaky shared fantasies... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: cnc/primal play, chasing in a forest, public indecency but there are no witnesses, fingering, finger-sucking, doggystyle, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, reader wants to use the safeword but doesn't, reader experiences subdrop, insecurities, crying, aftercare, pet names, the word daddy is mentioned but after they're done having sex, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: hello hello, this is the second part of my wolf & bunny series, i think i'll write one more to tie up the loose ends 🤍 part one & part three word count: 1.7k

After a number of discussions and precautions, you and Chan are finally ready to embark on your next sexscapade. He's reassured you multiple times that he knows the forest well enough that you won't get lost and as a safety measure, he brought a compass and his phone. You purposefully leave yours in his car to further heighten the feeling of danger you two had in mind.

“Are you ready?” Chan asks you gently.

“Kinda. I'm really nervous, Chris,” you confess, your hands shaking in your lap as you are still sitting in the passenger seat.

“Remember that you can stop this at any moment, right?” he reminds you sweetly.

“I know that,” you sigh. “But I want this, I really do.”

“Okay, then, there's nothing to be nervous about. You know I'll keep you safe. Always, yeah?”

You nod, trusting him completely, despite how insane this whole thing might sound to a stranger. You are fully aware that Chan has your best interest at heart.

“I'll give you a five-minute headstart this time,” he sets the timer on his phone. “Ready, set...go!”

You dash out of his car faster than ever and speed through the forest. You've got this. Last time your stupid legs gave out due to being in a box for too long but now you've trained for this moment for a week and you feel confident enough that you'll have a blast. Sure, you know that the point of this game is for Chan to eventually catch you. And boy, do you look forward to that moment. But the more you run, the more your heart will jump out, the more thrilled you feel.

You begin to lose track of time as you go deeper and deeper into the forest. Have five minutes already passed? You don't hear Chan's footsteps so either he hasn't started chasing you yet or he's going in another direction. Whatever the explanation, you keep running even though you're beginning to lose your breath. How much longer? You still don't hear him and you are in desperate need of a break. You should have brought a bottle of water. But carrying something like that would only slow you down. You're thinking too much again. You just want him to catch you already and fuck you until you can no longer think. Truly the best feeling in the world.

Finally, you hear leaves rustling. You don't hear his voice but you know he's getting near. Shit, what if it's someone else? No, that can't be it. Chan made sure that people rarely walk this path and it would only be the two of you. Still, you're terrified at the thought of someone other than Chan catching you. The mere suggestion of that is enough to send speed to your muscles and make you faster.

But all good things must come to an end (or maybe the good things are just about to begin...) and you are engulfed by a pair of strong arms. Before you can react or try to fight your attacker off, he's pressing his hand against your mouth.

“Shhh, don't scream,” Chan's voice is both a comfort and a threat, sending mixed signals to your core.

“Mmpf,” you struggle to make some kind of noise but it comes out muffled against his rough hand.

“This will all be easier if you don’t fight it,” Chan says soothingly and you shake your head in disagreement.

He momentarily removes his hand from your lip.

“Please, somebody help me!” you scream loud enough to paint the scene more vividly but not loud enough to actually attract attention in case a stranger passes by some forest. Which honestly seems impossible at this point. Chan really picked a very secluded trail.

“No one’s gonna hear you, sweetheart. And even if they did, do you think they’d help you? Silly little bun, you brought this on yourself walking in the forest all alone, wearing this dress…”

Fuck, why is he so good at this? You try not to wonder if he’s had prior experience with such a scenario or he simply just has great imagination to come up with such lines.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pretend to be afraid as your best friend pushes you on your knees and situates himself behind you. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Why not? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll want to brag about it,” Chan chuckles coldly and sticks his thick fingers inside your pussy unexpectedly.

“Nnghh,” you cry out and are beginning to lose energy of all the running and no longer feel like faking it, letting out moans and whimpers of pleasure.

“See? You’re all wet for me, so obviously you’re enjoying it,” Chan gathers the evidence of your satisfaction with his fingers and pushes them into your mouth.

You don’t need an order to know what to do as you lick them clean of your arousal.

“Fuuuck, good girl,” Chan praises you and briefly breaks character, stroking your hair gently.

Oh, shit. You think you’re falling for your best friend. But such thoughts will only bring complications, especially in the current context, so you push them down as much as you can.

Chan makes sure you’re wet enough by mercilessly stroking your pussy and finally, fuck, sweet finally, enters you from behind with his cock.

“N-no, d-don’t do this,” you scream and try to escape his strong grasp but of course, it’s no use.

“Such a useless slut, only good for fucking and nothing more.”

The degrading words sting but you’re trying not to dwell on it too much.

“So fucking wet for a stranger. Disgusting,” he says.

Fuck, this hurts. Not the cock stretching you out to the fullest but what he’s saying. Is it really true?

You want to say the safeword. But you also don’t. By the time you make up your mind, Chan has already painted your walls white and you are also coming with a shudder, loudly and devastatingly.

You feel broken. Bad broken. You want to go home and cry and sleep and eat ice cream. What went wrong? You were having such a great time. So why are you suddenly having such dark thoughts? And not dark in the sexy way…

Chan picks you up gently and checks up on you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I just want to go home,” you respond briefly.

He nods, quietly wondering if he did something wrong or if he’s just imagining the sad, empty look in your pretty eyes.

Chan helps you walk back to his car and makes sure you drink water and cleans you up to the best of his abilities with some tissues he prepared in advance.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again as he parks the car in front of you place. “You haven’t said a word during the whole ride. Usually you have funny stories to share and…”

“Gee, sorry for not always being the class clown, I guess,” you snap at him angrily with an eyeroll.

“Okay, don’t give me that attitude,” Chan scolds you gently but firmly. “If we want to do this healthily, you gotta communicate with me. If I did something wrong or if you felt uncomfortable at any point.”

You shake your head, still in denial.

“If you don’t wanna talk, I won’t force you. But you gotta remember that you mean the world to me, yeah? Even if these games end, I need to have my best friend in my life, am I clear?”

You blink and finally gather the courage to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Chris,” you admit and burst into tears.

He pulls you into a hug and pats your back.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Well, the truth is I wasn’t all that into it when you said that thing about me being useless, only good for fucking and disgusting,” you confess.

“Oh, babygirl, you know I don’t mean these things. I only said them ‘cause you mentioned you’re into degradation.”

“I was, I mean, I am, but for some reason, it really hurt me this time, sorry. I should have said. I just don’t want you to think poorly of me.”

“Alright, first of all, stop saying sorry, it’s completely normal to get caught up in it and feel insecure sometimes. As a dom, I should have been more careful and checked up on you more frequently. And second of all, please, remember that you are very smart, sweet, funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful so there is no way in hell I think lowly of you. Now, did you put that down in your pretty brain of yours?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer enthusiastically and your tears have dried up, instead a bright smile appears on your face. “Thanks for saying that. I guess I really needed to hear it.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Just next time if you happen feel like that, say the safeword and talk to me. About anything, I mean it.”

“You too, Chris. I know that’s particularly hard for you to open up but whatever you tell me, I would never judge you.”

“I know, babygirl,” Chan chuckles softly and does something that further confuses the already blurred lines of your friendship. He kisses you on the lips, deeply and sweetly. Not like how you kiss your best friend but how you kiss a lover.

“Do you want…to come inside?” you offer, not knowing what exactly, considering you just ended a very overwhelming scene.

Actually, you know what you want. You want him to hold you, to watch a dumb movie and eat popcorn together. You want…more than you can have.

“I gotta get some work done,” Chan says with a wince. “I’m really behind on stuff.”

“Is it…my fault?”

“No way. I just can’t stop thinking of…our games even when I’m supposed to be working,” he admits.

Phew. You’re glad he didn’t say he can’t stop thinking of you. If he had, you wouldn’t be able to let him go to work.

“Right. Same here,” you reply dumbly.

“If you need anything and I mean, anything, just give me a call or a text. I’ll keep my phone nearby.”

“You really shouldn’t, I’ll keep annoying you,” you mumble self-consciously.

Chan grips your hand and squeezes it comfortingly.

“You could never annoy me, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you say it playfully, eliciting a giggle out of his beautiful mouth.

“Do you have any particular wishes for…you know, next time?”

“I do, but it’s kinda mild compared to what we’ve done already,” you shrug. “Dunno if you’d be into it.”

“Name it and it’s yours,” Chan assures you.

“How do you feel about…fucking me while I’m asleep?”

To be continued…

[changisworld]

Baby fever

Husband!Chan x reader

word count;3,200

Summary: Your husband, Bangchan has finally decided that he too wants a baby, after you constantly pestering him & getting it into how good parents you would both be.

-just HAD to write this after I got an ask about & then having my amazing 🪫 anon AGREEING which has now encouraged me to write this heheh,

18+, MDNI, SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

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SMUT WARNINGS: PIV, oral(f rec), B R E E D I N G kink, creampie, lactation kink if you squint, nipple sucking, slight dirty talk, channie is BBBIIIGGG, bulge kink, body worship, marking, lovemaking, praise, aftercare but more off screen, 99% smut 1% backstory :3

You & your husband, Chan are just strolling around Walmart, doing some grocery shopping for your fridge & cupboards & you both end up walking past the small clothes section & your eyes land instantly on the cute newborn baby onzies & cute baby packs of socks.

"Channieeee, how can you even look at this n not want a baby? the clothes are so teeny & adorable!" you cheer, looking at him with a big smile & doe eyes on your face & chan just looks at you & rolls his eyes, smiling at you as he reaches out to touch the baby clothes, looking at all the cute patterns on them.

"Shhh! It's not that I don't want a baby, It's just scary! You say the exact same quote every time we walk past anything to do with babies I can rehearse it!" He giggles before putting his hand up & splaying it across the little onzie, comparing the size to it.

"I know but I'm just dyyying for a baby! Would you prefer a boy or a girl? & you've been saying you'll 'think about it' for monthhhs! We'd be the best parents on earth n you know it, I've seen you with kids & you'd be the best dad evverrrrr!" you cheer back, reaching out to ruffle his soft black hair & he kneans into your touch.

"I wouldn't care if about gender as long as I got a mini us & I knowww but still! You've came off the pill so now we just gotta see if it happens, can you get us some tomatoes? We forgot to pick em up." He questions you, putting both hands back on the cart & giving you a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

"Doesn't mean much if you pull out Channie! I'll grab five." you sigh as you leave your husband & walk to go get what he asked you to. Chan watches you leave before he looks back at some of the cute baby clothes & he picks up three different onzies in different stripes & also polka dot patterns, he also picks up a cute little white baby hat before he buries it underneath the small mountain of items still in the cart before making his way to the checkout, texting you to just put the tomatoes back & meet him at the car.

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"I didn't even realise that you'd asked me for tomatoes but while I was there I remembered you don't even like tomatoes!" You whine as you buckle in your seatbelt, turning to look at the man beside you, now laughing as he turns the key.

"I just wanted to see if you'd remember! You failed the test." he chirps back & you swat him on the arm jokingly & he just laughs at you again before driving back to your shared home.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch, Chan insists on putting the items away & you don't complain, deciding to just tidy up your shared bedroom instead, reorganising the room & making the bed before deciding to just do some laundry since you have the habit of letting it pile up.

You are sorting out your jewellery box, using your shirt to make each piece shinier before replacing each part, fully rearranging the box in front of you when your bedroom door opens & Chan enters the room, hands behind his back.

"Ah, what ya doin babe?" he questions, looking a bit antsy. "Just tidying, why? Wha'cha hiding?" you reply, your head nodding towards him, referring to whatever he is holding behind his frame.

"well eh, I couldn't decide if I was gonna hide it for a while longer or if I wanted to lay it on the bed with rose petals or something, make it all romantic but you caught me, can I do that or are you gonna be stubborn n make me show you now?" he hums to you & you frown your eyebrows at him, chuckling as you try move your head to see what is in his hands, but he is quicker & keeps moving his frame.

"You know me too well, I really am that stubborn, show meeee." you reply as you do as he asks of you anyway & you stand in front of him before closing your eyes & cupping your hands in front of the both of you.

He takes in a deep breath & you just know his hands are shaking behind is back. "Just know y/nnie, no pressure! I don't want you to feel like I'm putting you on the spot." he says in a soft voice as he places something in your hands.

You open your eyes after nodding at his words & look down & what is it you see? A few of the tiny baby onzies you were dreaming over just a few hours ago & an adorable tiny tiny baby hat laying on top of them.

You look up at Chan, nerves smeared all over his features, his adams apple moving through his throat as he swallows, not taking his eyes off you as his hands cup themselves over the outside of yours, his thumbs caressing your hands.

"Is this what I think this means, Channie?" you ask, your mind going at a million miles an hour & the butterflies in your stomach being that crazy you're convinced they're about to fly out of your mouth.

"Uh.. yeah, I've had my mind up for a while, just got a bit scared to directly say it I guess?" he replies, his cheeks a shade of rose pink as you can feel his hands slightly shaking & getting warmer against your as he keeps his on yours.

"Channie, you're so silly, there was nothing to be scared of when I've been begging you to knock me up!" you joke as you softly throw the small fabric on the chest of drawers beside you both before practically throwing yourself at him, connecting your lips together, he freezes for a second before melting into your touch & kissing you back passionately.

He ushers you towards the bed & you lay down once the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed & chan follows right behind you, putting his hand & forearm on the bed beside your head to hold up his weight as his tongue begins to break past your lips, tasting you deeper, which you have no problem reciprocating.

You worm your hands beneath one of his usual black shirts & you feel over his chiselled abs, making him squirm. "You really are desperate, aren'cha?" he teases as he takes the three seconds to take his top off before getting back into the same position he was in before, taking the time to admire your slightly reddened & spit glossed lips.

"Well why waste time when I've been begging for so long?" you chirp back as you wriggle yourself up the bed, making chan follow not long behind you.

Your husband just smirks at you before kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you, soooo much, you mean the world n more to me." he murmurs in a sweet tone to you before he begins to kiss your jawline before making his way down to your neck, nibbling on different spots of your neck before lightly suckling on the exact same parts of skin, leaving four dark red marks on the right side of your neck.

Chan bunches your shirt up at the top of your chest, not bothering to take it off as he wriggles himself downwards just an inch & begins to fondle your tits over your bra as he kisses the parts not covered by the fabric & you sit up just enough to unclasp it for him & he lets out a hum of approval before taking a look up at you, the both of your eyes completely full of lust, pupils blown out & your stomach does a flip.

He cups your right tit in his hand as he starts to tongue your left nipple, your nipples perking up even more than what the cold air caused. He takes it in his mouth & suckles on it, making your back arch off the bed & you let out a small hum as you let your fingers find their way into his hair, playing with it.

"Your tits are so perfect, can't even imagine these filled with milk, try save me some, alright?" he says, more to himself but he still takes the time to look up at you, his fingers not stalling on your right nipple before reattaching his pretty, pink, puffy lips to your nipple, sucking on it as if it's the last time he will ever do so.

"Channie with a lactation kink? who woulda guessed." you chuckle at him as he switches tit, repeating the action & you close your eyes, simply taking in the feeling.

He then stops his motions & gives yet another hickey to your left tit before kissing all the way down your stomach before pushing your shorts & underwear off your smooth legs without much struggle.

"How do you blame me, have you seen you?" he remarks back at your words, not even looking up at you this time as he now settles down at your legs before pushing them open, now looking at your pretty, now glistening cunt & he sighs, a dreamy look painting his features & your heart melts.

He wants to tease you but his own patience is wearing thin so after a few kisses to your thighs, working his way inwards, not missing the way you squirm & twitch beneath him as your thighs rest on his broad shoulders & he licks a long, slow stripe up your cunt which makes you shudder.

He uses the tip of his tongue to slightly tease you but mostly to get a deeper taste by licking the outside part of your folds before using his tongue to part them further before he works his way up to your clit & begins kitten licking it.

"Chan, like that, fingers please." you request, sucking a breath through your teeth, trying your best to stay still for him. "say please n I will" he teases to you before moving away from your clit, much at your disapproval & begins teasing your now leaking hole.

"Pretty pleaseee, Channie, please." You beg as you try push your hips towards him, giving him that little bit extra of your cunt on his lips & he obviously can't help but let out a muffled groan as he starts to grind his hips against the bedsheets, trying to ease even a tiny bit of the pressure in his cock as he listens to your pleas & enters his middle & index finger into your pussy, a small squelch being heard.

He picks up the pace on your clit as he begins to suck & nibble on it, not caring about how much spit is escaping his lips as his fingers match the same speed, doing a 'come here' motion & you begin grinding against his face, your hands reaching down to twist your nipples in your fingers as you begin to fall apart.

"Gonna cum channie, don't stop." you basically demand as your eyes scrunch closed & your legs close in on his head, but he doesn't budge & continues at the same speed, smirking into you & humming & moaning into you & your orgasm bubbles over not even five seconds later, moaning his name non stop.

He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue & fingers as he slowly slows down his movements until you begin to whine & he knows your body well enough to know it's the overstimulation setting in.

He pulls out his fingers & puts them up to his mouth & sucks the orgasm you just had off his fingers & groans to himself before licking his lips & then making his way back up to you & kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue & you whimper on his lips.

"Taste as good as always, do you still wanna do this Channie? You can still pull out if you have any doubts." you reassure him, cupping his cheek with your hand & moving your thumb back & forth, giving him a warm smile. "I'd never back out babe, especially now that it's out in the open, lemme put this baby in you, mkay?" he chirps, nuzzling into your touch before allowing you to sit up so you can take your top off & he strips too, his cock slapping against his lower stomach as he helps manoeuvre you towards the edge of the bed & stands between your legs, jerking himself a few times, his tip already shiny with the amount of precum that has been leaking for the past twenty minutes or so.

He gives you a warm smile & he reaches down to hold your hand, your wedding rings beside one another as he begins to slowly push in, knowing he can't go too quick as he is aware how big he is, he knows he needs to allow a lot of time to stretch so he doesn't make it hurt any more than needed since no matter how much prep he gives you, it still makes you hold your breath for a second.

He buries himself to the hilt & he pauses, letting you get adjust as he kisses your ring finger, making you both blush as you look at each other, nothing but love & adoration in both of your eyes.

"You can move, 'm ready." you softly speak & chan hums as he moves his hips before softly moving them forward again, both of you letting out a moan in unison. "you're so tight, y/n, I'm fully convinced you're made for me." He says in a hoarse voice, biting his bottom lip, making you clench around him.

He begins a medium pace, hitting your G-spot each time & you can barely catch your breath as you both make eye contact, not one of you daring to break it as you can both slightly hear the wet, squelching noises of your cunt wrapping around his cock over your shared moans.

"Chan-nie, you're in my s-stomach, fuck." you yelp as he changes his position slightly, hammering into your spongey spot & kissing your cervix in a painful yet addicting way.

"Hmm yea? I can tell, look at it sweetie." he groans back, slightly breathless as he stands up, pace not slowing as he takes the hand which he is still holding & placing it on your lower stomach & you can't help but get giddy as you can feel his cock in your pelvis, making you clench around your husband more than you already were, making his pace falter.

"Taking me so well, babe, see? too bad we won't get to see it in your pretty belly once my cum sticks, can't say I-I'd complain though." he basically whimpers as he leans back over you, taking your lips in his own as he continues to destroy your poor hole & you yelp into his mouth with how deep he is.

"C-I'm gonna cum, gim-gimme it." you shriek as your hands reach onto behind his back & you dig your nails into his back, refusing to let go & chan just groans into you as he kisses you again, muffling both of your moans but only slightly.

You begin clenching around his cock & he stands back upright to be able to take in the whole sight. He reaches down to rub your swollen button with his thumb & you don't even have the right mind to even be able to warn him before your second orgasm hits you like a brick wall & your legs begin shaking as your back arches & you let out a shriek as you cum, this time all over his cock, your orgasm so strong it almost pushes him out of your hole.

He doesn't falter his pace this time & continues at the same speed & rhythm, throwing his head back but not for long as he feels his own orgasm starting to bubble up.

He looks down at your pretty, reddened face, a small shimmer on your skin, your tits bouncing along with his thrusts as you pinch your nipples again, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Cha-channie, s-so big I-I swear to f-fuck, please c-cum in me, gim-gimme your baby." you whine up at him, trying your best to ignore the overstimulation he is giving you for the sake of his own release & mostly focusing on just trying to push the simple sentence out.

"Wou-wouldn't dream oth-otherwise, beautiful, your pretty belly gon-gonna be so full for me, I know it's gonna s-stick, you're t-too good for me, my angel." he says, breathless & he takes your left hand in his again & he sucks on two of your fingers as he lets his orgasm take over, having to use all his strength to keep himself standing as he lets his cum coat your walls, you taking in the feeling of it too.

Chan lets his own orgasm come & then pass before he slowly pulls out, not failing to notice how his dick is so shiny you'd think he put lube on it & he uses the rest of his strength to help you lay at the top of the bed & he rests his back against the pillows, letting you lay between his legs, your back against his chest.

He grabs the bottle of water from his side of the beds bedside table as he always insists on having water there & feeding you it as he kisses the top of your head.

"Did so well for me hunny, you not sore or anything? I love you sooo much. want me to run you a bath n make food?" he questions softly as he reaches down with the hand not holding the bottle to rub over your stomach.

"I'm fine, more than fine actually, just daydreaming about out future bundle of joy! Just wanna lay here for now but yes, we can bath n eat soon, just lemme melt into you a bit more first." you half joke as you turn your head way from the bottle, indirectly telling him you're finished drinking & he just half laughs as he puts it back where he originally found it & cuddles you.

"Just gotta think of baby names don't we? It can't come soon enough, you can choose food since you'll complain if I order something for us if you give me the freedom to choose." he jokes & you just 'tut' at his words, smiling as you rest your head on his arms.

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[astrid-sorensen]

Desirous | Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: short and sweet 0.8k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, cum play? Pregnancy

A/N: sorry this isn’t great, wrote it on a whim and couldn’t be fucked to fully proof read it so I thought I’d just post it anyway! Thank you for all my love on my last post, ideas for part 2s welcome!

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For as long as you had known Joel, he would always say the same thing.

“I’m sorry darlin, I can’t.”

No matter how many times you’d plead and beg, it would always be the same stinging answer. No.

After a lovely evening spent with Joel, celebrating your one year anniversary of being together. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he dropped to your side, his thick white load dripping slowly down your back and onto the clean sheets.

You squashed your face into the pillow, the Texans thick huffs slowing as he regained his breath.

“Darlin, whats wrong?” His softness met the curve of your ear. “Hmmm?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You grumbled, lowly. Your stuffed nose making the words come out harsher than expected.

“Of course it matters baby, you’re crying.” He coos. “Was I too rough?”

“No that’s not it.” You answer speedily.

“What is it then?” Joel recollects the other times he’s seen your face like this after sex. It takes him a minutes but then it’s there.” Oh, Is it because I pulled out again?”

Bingo

You nod a handful of times, unable to make eye contact. “C’mere.”

He pulled you onto his lap, your back flush against his broad bare chest. His arms wrapped around your middle his chin tucking into your shoulder.

“M’sorry d’ya remember what we talked about? If I fill you with my sperm, you could get pregnant. It’s not safe for you.”

“I know, but- but it feels like you don’t want me.”

“Baby, if it were up to me I’d fuck this beautiful cunt with my cum all day long.” He said, one huge hand going down towards your pelvis and rubbing at the bone. “I promise baby, once it’s safer, I’ll fill you all you want.”

Two days later

“Joel don’t pull out please, please.” Your wonton pleas, echoing throughout the room. Your sweaty forms moulding against one another in the confines of his Jackson bedroom.

“Baby you know I can’t.” His voice is gruff, low. But there’s a desperation behind it.

“Please, stay in me please. Just this once. I need to feel you.” The words spill out your swollen lips, your legs wrapping around his back to pull him in closer. To show him just how bad you needed it. He didn’t say a word, and your words turned into tears. Hot wet droplets falling down the side of your cheeks and pooling in your ears from how you were lead down on the bed.

“Shhh baby don’t cry, don’t cry.” He coos, kissing at where the tears run.

“Joel, please, Joel.” Your hands wrap around his neck, curling through his wavy grey strands and tugging him close. A deep gravely sigh leaves the males chest.

“Okay darlin, just this once alright?”

A smile ripples across your complexion, teeth baring as you nod with glee.

“Okay baby, you ready for it? Ready to fuck all my cum into your needy little pussy? Want me to fuck it so deep for you?”

“Yes! Joel please! Fill me up so good.”

“Fuck arghh!”

With a loud groan, Joel slammed his hips to the hilt, your walls bruising around the depth he’d never reached before. His white hot spend was flooding into your fertile womb, his seed revenging through your tubes to find the egg.

He stilled as he came, before shallowing pumping in and out, making sure his semen was as deep as possible.

He did it for a few minutes before he began to soften, slipping out with ease as a white ocean pooled out of your abused hole and down your legs. Christ, you’ve never seen so much of it.

Joel smeared a thumb through the overstimulated folds, sliding the sticky white substance around as your knees shot together.

“Thank you Joel! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome baby, was it as good as you imagined?”

“Better! So much better!”

“I could feel your hot come filling me up, it felt so good!”

“For me too baby.”

After that, Joel was spellbound. It was slow at first, as few weeks after you first experimented with Joel filling you with his cum he wanted to do it again. Denying himself of orgasm for a few days up until he had you all alone, so he could fuck ropes of his load into you. Joel figured after you didn’t get pregnant the first time, it should be fine to do it on occasion.

But before long, he couldn’t stop his urges.

He couldn’t stop the feeling of your tight silky walls clamping around his thick cock, milking him for all he’s worth. You just feel too good. And after feeling that sweet burning ecstasy there was no going back.

By the time Joel was pounding you twice a week full of him, you’d started to come down with some sort of flu.

You’d decided to go the the commune infirmary, to see if there was anything there that would help you, til Maria begged the last question on your mind.

Is there a chance you could be pregnant?

Fuck

[zhaosbin]

Hello! If you're thinking about writing a Soobin fic, how about a Soobin x fem!reader in which they become fwb after finding out reader's bf cheated on her, so she wanna get revenge and he's such a good friend he can't help but offering himself... you can leave their relationship like that (secret fwb/affair) or maybe they become something more in the end...

Tell me what you think and feel free to change or add anything to the plot! :)

sweet revenge- c. soobin

summary: after your boyfriend cheats on you, your best friend is there to pick up the pieces.

reader: afab/fem reader!

warnings: kind of dom!soobin x sub!reader, soobin is in love with his bestie, oral (f receiving), kissing,explicit smut minors dni

a/n: tysm for requesting!! i love fwb trope a little too much.. also for the record i am the biggest sub!soobin enthusiast but i had to make him dominant here sorry :(

-

slamming the door to your apartment behind you, you immediately let out a cry of frustration.

twenty minutes prior to this, you had walked in on your boyfriend of almost a year cheating on you. you always had a hunch with how distant he became but you never thought you'd actually witness it first hand.

breaking you out of your thoughts was a sweet voice, the voice of your best friend to be exact.

"y/n? is everything okay" the voice asks.

fuck. you completely forgot you and your best friend soobin were having a movie marathon tonight.

you grow even more frustrated and rather embarrassed and slowly sink down to the floor finally letting your tears run free.

soobin immediately rushes over to you, long arms engulfing you in a tight squeeze.

you try to blurt out an explanation but your thoughts were too jumbled.

"shhh, it's okay y/n. calm down and tell me when your ready" soobin says softly.

after about five minutes of sitting in your best friends warm embrace, you finally find the strength to speak again.

"he cheated on me soobie" you pout and tears slowly fall down your face again.

soobin immediately holds you tighter, cursing under his breath at the boy he never liked in the first place.

"it's his loss" soobin immediately cuts in. "you're the sweetest girl i've ever met".

it wasn't unusual for your best friend to compliment you, you grew up next door neighbors and have been inseparable for as long as you could remember. even though you were used to the compliments, it didn't stop your heart from fluttering at his words.

after a few more minutes of silence, soobin noticed your breathing going back to normal and tears no longer dripping down your face.

he took your hand and led you to the bedroom that he had set up for your monthly movie night.

you notice how much effort he put into it and find yourself pouting again, ready to apologize before he cuts you off.

"don't y/n. we do this once a month it's okay to miss out on our fifth avengers rewatch" he says smiling.

you giggle at that, your best friend immediately cheering you up after such a shitty night.

god. you think to yourself. i should've just dated him.

before your thoughts could get any more bizarre, you take a seat next to soobin on your bed.

he immediately engulfs you in his arms again, kissing the top of your head and sighing contently.

after a few moments, you glance over at soobin who looks awfully nervous about something. before you could ask him yourself, soobin speaks up.

"you know... if you ever want to get back at him or something, i'd be more than happy to help" he gently says.

you furrow your eyebrows at his comment, not fully understanding what that meant.

"you mean like keying his car or something?" you confusedly giggle.

soobin chuckles at your cuteness.

"well that or, i don't know, maybe he should feel the same pain he caused you" he says sounding more confident now.

your eyes widen a bit when you fully understand what your friend was suggesting.

you weren't gonna lie to yourself, you knew your best friend was attractive. you just never really thought of him as anything other than your friend before. but for some reason, you were enticed by his idea.

"but...w-wouldn't that ruin our friendship?" you ask nervously.

"of course not. i'm your best friend and i'd do anything for you. let me do this for you" soobin rushes to say.

you weigh the pros and cons in your head, trying to logically think of what to do before that anger from earlier comes back. you wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you, and your attractive best friend was offering to help you with just that. how could you possibly say no?

instead of verbally answering soobin, you gently press your lips against his plump ones.

he looks taken aback for a split second before he recovers himself and kisses back more passionately.

"tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point and i'll stop, okay?" he says seriously.

you nod, fully trusting him to do whatever he wanted to you anyway.

soobin moves down from your lips to your neck, stopping here and there to leave hickeys that you knew would be noticeable tomorrow.

you moan softly at the feeling of his lips against your neck, making him swallow a groan in his throat.

"you sound so pretty, baby" soobin comments casually making you a flustered mess.

"soobin, please" you beg him.

he knew what you wanted and he wanted it too. badly.

he moves down lower on the bed until he's face to face with your drenched panties.

"how are you already so wet?" he moans running his fingers up and down the wet spot before moving your panties to the side.

without warning, he presses his tongue flat against your core making you scream out in shock and pleasure.

"tastes so fucking good, better than i ever imagined" soobin says too entranced to notice his slip up.

you frown confusedly for a second before his tongue circles around your clit and the only thing you can think of right now is his mouth.

"soobin i'm gonna c-cum soon. really want your cock inside me" you say very obviously deep into your sub headspace.

soobin pulls his mouth off of your clit with a loud popping noise making you whimper at the loss of contact.

"since you asked so nicely" soobin says smiling and kissing your lips again.

he releases his (massive) cock out of his boxers and it was already dripping with precum.

soobin wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance, gently pushing in inch by inch.

you knew that right now wasn't the time to be comparing cock sizes, but he was so much bigger than your ex and felt so much better. were you really missing out on this feeling this entire time?

after a minute he finally bottoms out, both of you letting out soft moans at the feeling.

he looks into your eyes, silently asking for approval to start moving. you softly smile at his cuteness and nod your head at him.

immediately soobin picks up the pace and your smile is replaced with your mouth dropping open.

"oh my god soobin, you're so big. feels so good" you gasp.

soobin let's out a chuckle at this, knowing your ex must've been less than half of his size.

"yeah baby? does that feel nice?" soobin says trying to contain his own sounds of pleasure.

you nod your head up and down quickly, not being able to form a proper response right now.

soobin knew that you were already pretty close since he ate you out before this and he hurriedly moves his thumb to circle your clit as he fucks you.

"s-soobin. cumming" is all you could say as your orgasm rips through you, making your entire body shake.

soobin has never been more turned on in his life seeing you like this and quickly follows after you with a deep groan.

he releases onto your stomach, cum splattering onto your mouth and chin in the process.

you immediately lick it up while staring deep into his eyes and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"fuck that was amazing" he says slowing down and eventually taking his cock out of you.

you had completely forgotten about why you were so heartbroken and upset before and once you remembered, you really couldn't care less.

the only thought in your mind was soobin.

you knew your friendship would be changed drastically after this, especially after coming to terms with the fact that you might have been in love with your best friend this entire time.

little did you know soobin was laying next to you thinking the exact same thing.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sorry to bother ya again, but my brain is literally on overdrive with this show and this clown who hws beckme my first kin and lives in my head rent free as she quietly sits there with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket like she deserves, buuut

What if the gang found out the reader could abstract at will, including restricting it to certain parts of their body, ooor what if they found out you were a shapeshifter when you accidentally sneeze and turn into Wario or something

TADC cast x reader who can shapeshift!

i have returned from eating my silly dinner (sweet n sour chicken with rice!) it was very scrumptious i went ahead and did the shapeshifter idea since i feel that would be more fun to write (we can pretend they can still shift to mimic an abstracted body shhh) these ones are a little short i hope thats okay!

CAINE:

its not totally unheard of people getting unique abilities when they enter the digital world, its just not very common (this is a hc!), so when caine found out you could manipulate your appearance he wasn't all that surprised! i think he was more intrigued more than anything, because its not everyday you see something like that! he would be absolutely thrilled if you shifted into him; both from being amused of it and this man probably loves himself as much as someone can

will try to pop you if you mimic bubble, kind of feels bad for a second but your disguise was just so so convincing! say, were you by any chance an actor in your past life in the real world? you totally had him fooled!

POMNI:

pomni would be a little freaked out, especially if you just. suddenly sneezed and OH! now it looks like you're abstracting in front of everyone! first response is to run away before the transformation is complete, but when she notices no one else is freaking out (ragatha even blesses you!) shes more than a little confused

you offer to demonstrate your abilities to her, but she probably politely turns you down; she understands... for the most part... really its mostly just her trying to become used to the digital world as a whole

RAGATHA:

ragatha makes sure that you know that she thinks its cool; and as long as you're not morphing into a giant bug shes encouraging you to hone in on that cool power of yours! compliments whatever form you choose for the day

oh? you changed your hair color! she likes it, the new look is amazing on you! oh? you made yourself a little taller and gave yourself some new characteristics! points out nearly every detail shes noticed, no matter how small. ragatha pays attention, ragatha cares

JAX:

tries to drag you off to the dark side (ie being a menace to the others), whether or not you agree to be his partner in crime and 'use your power for evil' is fully up to you!

makes random requests to see just how far you can take your shapeshifting, usually listing off things at lightning speed to see if you can catch up.. if your shapeshifting takes a toll on you (like lets say it takes energy out of you) he might let up when he realizes how tired and pale you look all of a sudden.. at least for now

KINGER:

speedrunning to kinger for a moment before i forget this idea but imagine shapeshifting into him and hes just totally confused. leads to him making weird movements and you copying him (he thinks caine added a new mirror in the middle of the room for a solid minute before you break the illusion)

unless you have a set 'base form' hes going to keep thinking youre a new person if you drastically alter your appearance.. which, fair, since i think if you made yourself look unrecognizable, people would think youre a new person entirely. has probably introduced himself to you multiple times before realizing it was you

kinger gets a technical third bullet point but its not fluff. i just remembered the scene from steven universe where amethyst shapeshifts into rose in front of greg. but instead its kinger and instead of rose is queener/queenie. i hurt my own feelings. im gonna stew over this now

ZOOBLE:

honestly if you look just a mixmatched as them they would be into it and say you look cool. i had an idea that zooble has spare pieces and sometimes switches out their pieces for a new look, so imagine the two of you make matching looks or something, i think that would be cool

otherwise i dont think zooble would treat you any differently than if you were friends and couldnt shapeshift... though... i will admit, they think its funny when jax annoys you and change yourself in order to get him to back off. serves him right!

GANGLE

imagine she asks you to be a model for her art.. asking you to do different poses as well as different figures so she can better her craft. i absolutely love the idea of gangle being really into art, and this idea is just so cute to me

you have probably shapeshifted into her and pretended to be her when she needed someone to stand up for her... imagine how jarring it would be to see 'gangle' snap back at jax after he does something particularly mean

[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Twelve

Masterlist

My mouth feels dry as my eyes open. My blurry vision focuses and I see Matt sitting at the side of the bed I’m laid on. He holds my hand as he looks at me.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

I suddenly remember everything and shoot up. “Get away from me!” I exclaim and I try to move but Matt keeps me still.

“Just let me explain everything to you.” He says as he holds me in place on the bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. He holds me still with my back against his chest, one arm holding me against him pinning my arms to my die while his other hand covers my mouth. I struggle against him but to no avail.

“Shhh.” Matt shushes me and kisses the top of my head. “Just let me explain everything.” He says in a soft tone. I try to struggle but he holds me against him tightly.

“Baby your ex boyfriend isn’t who you think he is.” Matt starts. “When I first met you I knew I wanted you, wanted to be with you. So I did some research on you. I found where you went to school, where you work, it was all surface level research I swear. I wanted to know you for you, so I left everything else to our conversations we would have.”

Matt sighs and rubs his thumb over my cheek as his hand covers my mouth still. “But then I saw a photo on your Facebook page from 4 years ago. You with him, with Bennett Cassidy. Only he was younger than when I met him. Younger than when he became what he was. I learnt what he did to you through screenshots of messages he sent to friends and posted on his social pages. Through photos and confessions. Even when I knew him I knew he was a bad person, but to hurt such an amazing girl like you the way he did…”

Matt’s grip on me loosens. I could have a chance to run away, but I don’t. I lookup at Matt. “Who is- who was he?” I ask him.

“Bennett Cassidy was the leader of a drug cartel, one that sold and distributed hard drugs used mostly to drug unsuspecting women.” Matt let’s go of me fully and looks down at me. “I might have a drug cartel like him, but people have a choice in the consumption of the drugs I distribute. He distributed roofies, I give people an escape. Do you think I’m as bad a him?”

“You didn’t have to kill him.” I say in a soft tone.

“Do you think he hasn’t killed people?” Matt says with a laugh. “His body count almost as high as mine, dear. And I didn’t pull the trigger. I only gave the order.”

“It’s just as bad.”

“Y/n.” Matt sighs.

“Why was Kyler’s picture in the room?” I ask. Matt just stares at me. “I only just got fired, I only just told you. His picture is in there before you knew, why is it in there?” I ask again.

Matt shakes his head. “It’s not like that room is a hit list.”

“You wanted me to see the room.”

Matt just nods.

“Why?”

“I want you to know that I’m keeping you safe.”

“By killing people?”

“Just one. And I was going to kill him anyways, what he did to you just gave me all the more reason to.”

“You wanted me to know you killed Bennett.”

“I thought you wanted to know who I was. You keep asking my job, my life, I thought you wanted to know? You know, you’ve always known.”

“Matt!”

“I’m the lead of the New York Mafia. You’ve known for weeks. You just wanted me to say it.”

“Matt.” My voice gets quieter.

“I’d quit it all if it meant I get to keep you. Is that what you want?” He asks, his hand caressing my cheek. “Is it, doll?”

“Matt, I-“

“I promise I’ll always keep you safe.” He mumbles as he pulls me close to him. I lean my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

We stay like this for a moment. I close my eyes and think. I don’t know why I’m staying right here in his arms voluntarily, he’s a murderer, a drug dealer, a psychopath. I should be running. I should be fighting against him. I should be kicking and screaming and calling the police.

Matt pulls away from me and looks down at me. “Do you understand now?” He asks. I nod and he smiles softly at me. “Good.” He kisses the top of my head and then rests his chin on my head.

I close my eyes again as we just it on the bed holding each other close. I listen to Matt’s calm heartbeat. Event through his whole explanation, the whole fight, Matt’s heart rate never increased or faltered. He stayed calm. Calm and collected as he explained himself.

“Matt?” I finally say, breaking the silence.

“Yeah doll?” He mumbles.

“You didn’t answer… why was Kyler’s photo in the room?”

“I’m not gonna kill him.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

Matt closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “He just seemed like the kind of guy to hit on you. I wanted to know as much about him as I could, to keep him from you.”

I nod. “Okay…” I whisper. I nuzzle my head into his chest more as he holds me close.

~

Matt drops me off at my apartment. He told me that there were no bugs or people watching or listening in on me in my apartment and he’s got someone standing by in case anyone does try to watch me.

I walk up the stairs in the back of the bookshop which leads straight to the door of my apartment. I walk in and set my boxes down on the floor.

I huff and go to my bedroom and flop on my bed. I groan from the initial discomfort. I have just gotten so used to Matt’s plush bed that my regular mattress feels stiff. But the familiarity sinks into comfort as I sigh happily and close my eyes.

I honestly have no idea how I’m gonna live anymore. Not in a depressing way, but in a I-just-got-fired-now-i-cant-pay-my-overpriced-rent way. My last paycheck won’t even be a full one, since I got fired half way through the pay period. That might cover this months rent, but nothing else. And what after that?

Matt suggested I just live with him, but I couldn’t do that. For multiple reasons.

1. He’s a mafia boss.

2. He’s a murderer

3. I’ve only known him for 2 weeks

4. He lives with his brothers

No, I have to get a new job. I could consult but there are no papers close by, the closest one is an hour away in New York. I’d have to move there to be able to afford more than just the gas bill with consultants pay, and even then the rent pricing in New York is crazy.

I groan as my head spins from all these thoughts. Being a journalist isn’t the only thing I could do, there’s a million other jobs in this small town alone.

I look up ‘Jobs near me’ on my phone and multiple options show up. As I’m scrolling Emma’s face appears on my screen for a call.

I answer the FaceTime and Emma immediately beams at me. “Guess what girl.” She says excitedly.

“What?” I ask as I sit up in my bed.

“I got it. I got it all. The whole article is written and approved by Kyler! And I put your pseudonym on it! He’s planning on rehiring you, he thinks you wrote it!”

“Wrote what?”

“The article about Matt, of course. What else dummy?”

I look at her confused. “What article about Matt?”

“The one proving he’s the lead of the Mafia!”

“Emma, I quit that.” I say, trying to keep my calm.

“You got fired-“

“I got fired because I quit the piece.”

“You shouldn’t have quit the piece, it was good piece. Kyler’s gonna publish it tomorrow and hire you back and-“

“No!” I exclaim

Emma looks shocked. “No? What why no?”

“I don’t want to expose Matt!”

“He’s a murderer, a drug lord!”

“How do you know all this?” I ask her.

“You never hung up.”

“What?”

“Last night, when you tried to run away, you didn’t hang up the phone. I heard everything.”

I gasp. “Emma, no, don’t publish that piece!”

“It’s too late, Kyler loves it!”

“Pull it!”

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t!”

“Emma! I’m not going to let you expose my boyfriend!”

“He’s only your boyfriend because you were using him for your job.” Emma laughs.

“it’s different now.”

“Oh god. Oh god, y/n don’t tell me you…”

“I love him, Emma.”

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[tyunzonlystar]

mentioning this in anon cus i get so shy typing things like this but the idea of big dick soobin gets me so bad omfg esp if he shoves his big fingers into ur mouth while he’s pounding deep inside you, telling you how good you take him and how you were made for his dick

bros at least packing 10 inches down there ALSO REMEMBER THAT ONE LIVE WHERE HE WAS MANSPREADING (sugar rush ride era i think) 🍓💋

TWW!!! Fem!reader, big dick!soobin, Slight breeding kink if you squint, tit sucking, pet names (pretty, good girl, princess, doll, slut), big dick (9-10 inches😭), penetration, vaginal sex

THIS ISNT PROOF READ BTW AND LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!!

word count: 688

Soobin walked through the door of your apartment and took his shoes off then sat next to you on the couch

“You okay pretty boy?” You asked him as you shuffled closer to him

“Mhm yeah just tired” soobin mumbled back

“Seriously Soob tell me whats wrong”

“This fucking hard-on has been pissing me off ever since you posted yourself in that slutty new outfit!” He said as his bucked his hips up to get more comfortable (hes now man spreading) 

“‘Nd you just called me pretty boy and wearing my top-“ 

You put a finger over his mouth to shut him up and straddled his lap. You removed your finger from his lips and replaced it with your lips now resulting in you two making out. Soobins hands were all over your ass and tits groping at the flesh while you let out small whimpers into his mouth. 

“C’mere princess”  He mumbles into your mouth before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom and placing you on the bed as his big hands find the hem of your (his) top and lifts it over your head and latches his lips onto your left nipple while he plays with the other one. He then stops and looks up at you and kisses you before latching his lips onto your opposite nipple and playing with the one covered in his saliva.

“Mm soobie.. w-want you..”

“Impatient slut hm? So desperate for my cock” 

You just nod your head without saying anything as he undoes his trousers and throws them on the floor and taking his blaze and shirt off and piling it on the floor. His long thick fingers find their way to your white cotton panties and he rips them off you and takes his boxers off. Your eyes widen in shock even though you’ve seen his cock before and you’ve had it inside you. 

“Lay back pretty” 

You shuffle further back on the bed and he picks you up and flips you onto your stomach and from your muscle memory your back arched and had your ass in the air for him. 

“Good girl” 

You whimpered in response as he slowly pushed his length into your pussy

“Mm s-soobin… too m-much! T-too big!” You cry out tears pricking the corner of your eyes and he hasnt even entered you halfway yet!! 

“Its gonna be okay you can take it like you always do, hm?”

He entered you fully and you swore you could’ve cum on the spot.

“Ready?” 

“Mhm! Please!”

Soobin started thrusting in and out of your pretty pussy while gripping at your hips hard enough to make bruises as he slapped your ass. At this rate you couldnt keep your mouth shut, saying every cuss word under the sun, whimpering into the sheets, begging for more.

“You want more? Is my cock not enough?”

He muttered while grunting. You felt Soobin hit your g-spot repeatedly to the point you practically screamed his name. So Soobin did what he had to do.. he pulled you up by your hair now in a new position that felt even better than the others. You started whining again as he used one of his hands to make you bounce on his cock while his other hand gently pressed around your neck

“F-fuck! Soobin!! ‘m close!!” You whimpered loudly

“Shhh you loud girl” He whispered in your ear before he shoves 2 of his big fingers into your mouth. “Be a good girl and suck okay doll?” You obviously obeyed and sucked on the two of his fingers which quieted down your whimpers and moans

“Such a g-good fucking girl for me taking my cock nd your p-perfect pussy made for my cock hm? All mine yeah? Let me cum inside?” He grunts loudly as you just nod

“Mhm! All y-yours!! Please cum inside me bin!!” 

Soobin smirked as he done one last thrust up into your pussy and let his hot load into you pussy as you clench round him and squirt.

“Holy shit princess you have to do that again but on my face yeah?”

EEEEE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! I TRIED MY HARDEST SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST DRABBLE??? OR IS IT TOO SHORT OR TOO LONG TO BE A DRABBLE😭

ALSO IM GUESSING YOU MEANT THIS SOOBIN

Feel free to reblog!!

[gamergirl-niffler]

Darling 💛 I get you usually ain't into emergency requests and all, but I could really use some headcanons for Wrio, Tartaglia, Neuvilette, and Itto. Their s/o is dealing with psychosis, specifically grappling with schizophrenia. I would love to get some comfort from them, hah..

Sweetie 💜 I know you are going through some tough time but remember that I am here to give you any kind of support I only can!

I hope you will like what I wrote for you 💜💜

☕ Wriothesley ☕

- Everyone in Fortress of Meropis is looking after you - Duke’s lovely assistant.

- When the world starts to change its shape and the Fortress doesn't look the same anymore, you stop recognizing people.

- Those aren't the residents anymore… They are shadows and they are after you, wanting to rip you apart. They want you dead.

- When this happens and you aren't near Wriothesley, there always is someone who will keep an eye on you while someone else is running to find the Duke.

- When Wriothesley reaches you, you are already trying to get away from whoever is holding you from fear of your life.

- The moment you see him, you run right into his arms. “They… T-They are after me, Wrio. They want to get me.”   

- He hushes you and quickly picks you up. Wriothesley takes you to his office so you are away from everyone and everything.

- He of course makes you a cup of the tea that always calms you down.

- If you see things that scare you, don't you worry - your beloved Duke is there to keep you close, wrapped in his arms; his palm covering your eyes to not make you look at whatever is hunting you.

- Shadowy figures fill the room, your mind gets filled with too many bad voices to count, and all you can do is cry and beg for all of this to stop.

- “Shhh. You’re alright, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe. Even if I have to fight the dark shadows for you,” he assures you, patting your back. His voice is just a whisper. 

- As scary as all of this is, Wriothesley’s voice is like a ray of light in the darkness. No matter what voices say you trust him. 

- When the worst passes, the two of you enjoy some good tea, while talking. True, it's not the easiest since you can't focus because your thoughts are running wild but Wriothesley is patient with you. 

- If he needs to repeat something even a hundred times, he’ll do it or he will simply continue your subject. Anything to make you feel better.

- Once everything fades away, he is there with his cocky smile.

- “I am sorry, Wriothesley… You need to deal with something that terrible,” you whisper, feeling ashamed of forcing him into dealing with someone like you.

- He just scoffs and hugs you tightly. “C'mon, no need to apologize. I love you and nothing will change that. I’ll do everything to help you.” 

- He will forever keep an eye on your meds, making sure you take them. He will count them and write everything down in a little notebook to keep the track.

- If you have any treatment you need to attend, be sure he will join you. Wriothesley doesn't need to be there but he wants to, just so you can witness his support. 

- Even Sigewinne checks on you. As a head nurse, she needs to be sure you are doing okay.

- Wriothesley will take you for walks on the surface, hoping that leaving the rough interiors of Fortress will make you feel better.

- He promises you to always be there. No matter how difficult and scary it may be, your Duke will be close to protect you.

💧 Neuvillette ⚖

- From his past experiences, Neuvillette is fully aware of how fragile the mind can be. No matter if it's the mind of a Melosine or of a human being. 

- He saw his fair share of troubled people during his life but the illness eating you from the inside of your own mind really hurts him.

- Of course he doesn't treat you like a child. You are his beloved mate and he knows you're not handicapped or anything like this, you just have a bad moment.

- The Chief Justice is doing everything he can to ensure your safety when you are near him as well as when you are on your own. 

- You are sitting at the cafe and enjoying some tea and sweet cake when Melosines pop out of nowhere, right next to your table. “Good morning! Are you feeling alright? Is there anything I can help you with? Hope you remembered your meds today.” 

- Each Melosine you meet on your stroll through the Court of Fontain asks you how you feel and if any of them can help you. You know it was Neuvillette’s idea but you don't mind it. Little Melosines checking on you is really cute.

- One day you can’t shake off the feeling of someone watching you and whispering about you. Shadowy figures creep around and you only can see them with the corner of your eyes.

- Your panic only rises with each turn. All you want is to chase away the shadow creature but it is always gone. There was only one thing to do… RUN… run for your life to hide in your house. They can’t get you there, right? RIGHT! 

- Of course your panic doesn’t go unnotice. One of the Melosines sees you pushing through people in a desperate attempt to get back to your home, and she immediately goes to report to Neuvillette.

- Neuvillette finds you inside your home - your place is a mess, looking as if you tried to secure yourself from the outside world. 

- You are sitting among that mess, squeezed tightly in a corner of the room, curled into a small ball.

- The sight of you makes his heart shutter. Without even mentioning the mess he slowly approaches you, calling your name quietly. “My love, Y/N. I am here. What's wrong?”

- You shake your head, holding your knees close to yourself, not even looking at him. “I… I don't know. It just seems like there is something following me! I feel scared, I feel hopeless! I want it to end,” you explain and immediately burst into tears.

- Heavy rain starts to fall but Neuvillette keeps it together on the outside, all for your own comfort. “I can assure you that you are safe, my love. Will you allow me to maybe hold you?”

- You just nod your head and soon you’re wrapped in his embrace. Neuvillette doesn't speak, waiting for you to open up on your own and once you do he is listening to your every word. He provides words of comfort and small touches like wiping your tears and stroking your hair.

- He never judges you for what's happening to you since it's beyond your own control but as iudex and your mate he promises to always be there.

- No matter how you may feel about yourself and your illness, he will be there till the very end, helping and guarding you.

⚔ Tartaglia ⚔

- He doesn't really notice it at first. You are stressed, it's normal. Who isn't stressed? Of course he notices all the odd things about your behavior but doesn't take them as anything bad. Untill…

- One day he finds you wandering around your little hut, looking around like a lost child. You seem really lost as if you didn't recognize your own surroundings despite living there for years. Not to mention you’re bare foot and without a winter coat with all the snow and harsh cold around you.

- “Y/N! H-How are you?” He asked with a worried smile. You quickly cling onto him.

“Tartaglia! I am so happy to see you,” you say happily and hug him tightly. Of course he returns the hug yet it still feels off.

- “Why aren't you home? It's cold out here,” he says, cupping your red cheeks to warm them up a little.

- You blink, looking right up at him. “That's… My home?” you ask slowly and look over your shoulder. 

- Tartaglia nods and slowly leads you inside, he doesn't want you to get sick or anything.

- When you look around the inside of the hut, your eyes still seem lost. It's like you aren't yourself even in slightlest. 

- Tartaglia is trying to start the fire in the fireplace when suddenly you are on the floor, screaming and backing up until your back hits the wall.

“A-Ajax… be careful! There is a man behind you. He is going to kill you!” You scream. Your face is filled with true terror.

- He stands up straight and looks around the room but it's empty. There’s no one there but you and him. Hut is so small that no one could even hide. Yet you look serious, your fear isn't fake. You are seeing things that aren't here.

- He drops the wood and joins you on the floor. Tartaglia hugs you tightly, pressing your head to his shoulder like he would be trying to hide you from everything. “Don’t worry. No one is brave enough to go against me or someone I love,” he says quietly, stroking your hair and the back of your neck. 

- The voice in your head is dangerous, and it keeps on talking about how terrible, good for nothing you are. All you can do is cry while nuzzling his shoulder. You feel tired of it, you don't know where you are and all the scary people just follow you, mocking you no matter where you go.

- Tartaglia finds it weird. You aren't his beloved and change is so sudden, you apparently don't recognize your own house and see things that aren't there, swing from happiness to panic in a  second. Of course he is not going to leave your side. He could never abandon you in such a state. Tartaglia holds you the whole time, listening to your words even if they weren't true. He protects you from all the phantoms that hunt you. “It's okay, lovely. I am here, no one will put their hands on you when I am here and I am not leaving,” while whispering his hand gently strokes your back, providing comfort.

- Once you are calm enough, he carefully picks you up to move you to your warm bed. Tartaglia joins you there to show that you are really safe with him. He will listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how odd it may sound. You may spit nonsense and he will nod and talk with you about it.

- When the fatigue after an episode gets to you and you fall asleep, he wonders what he can do. At first he considers asking Dottore for help but the more he thinks about it, the more terrible the idea seems. He doesn't want to put you in danger.

- In the end, he sends a letter to a doctor from Liyue just to find out more about what's happening to you. Of course he takes his time to talk with you about what is happening to you.

- You may feel as ashamed but don't you worry! He is up for the challenge if it means helping you.

- He is stubborn and in love, so no matter what you are stuck with him.

👹 Itto 🎆

- He is basically clueless… Just at first of course!

- Shinobu and Granny Oni have lots of learning to do but since he is taking you seriously, he catches on pretty quickly.

- One day you don't show up on Inazuma’s treets, which worries him.

- You simply can't take it. People are whispering about you because of who you are dating and what you are doing with your life. They are always close, telling you all kinds of nasty things, calling you worthless, stupid, a waste of air.

- Suddenly, there is a knock on your door. “Um… Y/N? Are you there?”

- “Go away Itto! Just go away!” you yell at him, finding a safe place to hide from everything.

- You are home what makes him happy! But your yelling worried him. “C’mon, sweet cheeks! I brought some cool stuff that will make you happy! I promise,” Oni assures you and after a moment of silence he decides to walk in.

- You sit on your bed, wrapped in a blanket from head to toe as if you are trying to hide from him and the whole world. It breaks his heart.

- He puts all the stuff he brought onto the table for sitting next to you. “Hey… I know I can't do much but this big and strong Oni can try and hide you in his arms.”

- You just look at him but after a moment you climb onto his laps. Itto smiles and hugs you tightly. “There ya go. Nice, cozy and safe. Now tell me what's in that pretty head of yours.”

- Itto is holding you close when you speak. No matter how dark your thoughts get, how cruel the whispers become, he is listening to you.

- When you burst into years he panics just a little. “N-No, no, no, no. There is no place for crying here,” he sits you on the bed next to him and then puts his head in your lap. “You always liked my hair, yeah? How about playing with it?”

- You start playing with his soft long hair, slowly calming down from everything. That's to him you started to feel safe.

- When you felt better, Itto was more than happy to gift you with stuff he brought. He got your favorite sweets and a plushie that you dreamed about.

- Next time this happens, he is right by you, providing any possible kind of comfort in the best way possible! In Oni way! 

- Itto will care about your comfort and make sure you feel alright no matter what. You can hide from the whole world in his arms.

[graciegoeskrazy]

on this night, in this light

george + charli + xcx!r

warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, emotional distress, past trauma, parental absence, I think that's it? honestly not that graphic but it defiantly talks about it.

a/n: HEY FRIENDS. this idea has been in my brain for far too long. and I KNOW a lot of y'all were wanting some more George x xcx!r so here it is. I;ve been writing a lot more for charli? I swear a lot of the knew xcx!r fics are like charli AND George? I don't hate it tho. It's def still madly George dw dw. hope y'all enjoy <3

It was an abnormally normal night for George and Charli. For the first time in months—perhaps even over a year—there were no meetings, concerts, fittings, sessions, or even a peep from their email or texts that were business-related. They had shut everything off, putting aside their careers for the day, to focus solely on you.

Between more songs or DH2, and even the entirety of the Brat campaign, it had been no secret that time spent with all three of you together had been slim. Especially in the past few months with the launch of the Sweat Tour. Today, your Mom and George had vowed that since they had a day off, they would dedicate it entirely to you.

Even with a million things going on for both of them, you had been nothing but patient and kind. Sure, you missed them more than the waking world when they were away, but you understood that they were literally living their dream, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that. Not that they would say you were. In fact, they would probably say you’d been the most supportive during the process.

The day was mainly filled with watching movies, the three of you curled up in their bed, making up for the lost time. They cherished every moment, knowing how rare such days were. They laughed and talked through the films, with your mom occasionally stealing glances at George, a silent agreement passing between them. They were happy and content, basking in the simple pleasure of finally being a family.

Later, as the evening wound down, they sent you to bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had both of them put you to bed, but Charli swore that you wouldn’t want them to do it forever, so she savored every moment.

Nightmares had been frequent when you were younger. When they were really bad, there were nights when you would wake up screaming or even in a cold sweat. George had heard of how bad they were but had never experienced them firsthand. There would be nights when he had passed by your room or when you were up in the kitchen, and he would ask what was wrong. You would say “bad dream” or something to that extent. Charli had said it was a result of your father and your fear of him coming back. From there, it would escalate into other dreams - darker ones. But as you grew, you grew out of them. That was until recently.

It was an ordinary night, and the house was wrapped in silence when George heard something that jolted him from sleep. At first, he couldn’t make out the noise. It was a distant murmur, something that didn't quite penetrate his half-asleep state. But then, the scream, clear and unmistakable. It was you. George was instantly awake, nudging Charli beside him.

“Charli,” he said, his voice a tense whisper. His hand on her shoulder was enough to make her stir but not fully awake. When the second scream broke through, he nudged her again, this time more urgently. “Charli!”

The house, which had been so still just a moment before, was now filled with a cascade of screams. The two of them sprang out of bed, their hearts racing as they raced toward your room. The darkness of the house seemed to engulf them, causing George to turn on the nightstand lamp as he entered your room, casting a warm, soothing light.

You were screaming in your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cries were raw, filled with fear and desperation. George sat down next to you, while your Mom took the other side of the bed, her face etched with concern.

“Shhh. Wake up, baby. Wake up,” George said softly, his voice trembling with worry. You wouldn’t budge, still trapped in the nightmare.

George gently held your head, afraid you would hurt yourself against the headboard if you continued to thrash. Charli grasped your hand, brushing the stray hairs from your face in a soothing gesture. “Y/n, wake up, my love.”

After a moment, your tears subsided just for a second, and you shot up in bed. Your eyes were wide, and the feeling of two people beside you, yet not knowing who they were, scared you even more. It was Charli’s calming voice that finally pierced through your fear. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just us.” Your eyes met theirs, still filled with fear. Charli continued to speak softly. “You’re okay now.”

Despite her words, you continued to cry. Your breathing was fast and uneven, and soon enough, Charli and George saw a sight they recognized all too well.

George reached out, grabbing your hands as you tried to pull away. “Breathe, Y/n.”

You shook your head vigorously. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Breathe with me.” He led you through the breathing exercise you had practiced together during previous panic attacks. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

After a while your panic subsided, and you were left with your tears and sniffles. “A nightmare?” George asked gently.

You nodded frantically, tears still streaking down your face. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to tell us what happened?” Charli asked, her voice soothing.

You thought for a second, then continued, your voice quiet, yet loud enough for them to hear it. “It was really dark,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t know where I was. But I found a house, and I went inside. And he was there…”

“Who was there, baby?” Charli asked, his voice a low murmur.

“Him.” The fear in your voice was palpable. “He grabbed me. Once I started yelling, I could hear both of your voices. It was so clear! It felt so real!”

“Shh. I know, I know,” Charli said softly, rubbing your back.

“He wanted to hurt me,” you continued, your voice breaking. “I kept yelling, and your voices kept yelling for me, but you guys never came.”

“It was only a dream, my love,” George said, his voice gentle but firm. “Only a dream.”

“We’re right here with you right now,” Your mom said. “He is so far away from here, and we are so protected that he would hurt himself if he even tried to get to you.”

“You’re safe here,” George added. “You’re safe with us.”

The room was quiet for a moment as you sat back against the headboard, in between your Mom and stepfather.

A thought then crossed Charli’s mind. “How long has this been happening?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your eyes looked anywhere but at your mom, and you bowed your head, embarrassment creeping in. “Y/n Daniel…” Charli’s voice was gentle but insistent.

“...About two months?” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“The whole time we’ve been gone!?” Charli’s voice was filled with concern and disbelief.

“It got better!” you insisted. “On the nights when you both were here, it wouldn’t happen! It just… did tonight, I guess.”

“You should’ve told us, baby,” Charli said, gently caressing the sides of your face, her voice softening with concern.

“I didn’t want to bother you both,” you said, your voice breaking.

“How many times do we have to tell you?” George said, his tone tender yet firm. “You’re not bothering us! It’s literally our job to be here for you.”

“Still, I didn’t want you guys to worry about me,” you said, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, my love,” Charli said, her voice breaking slightly. “That’s all we ever do. There’s not a second that goes by where you are not on my mind. Doesn’t matter where I am. I could be on the other side of the world, performing on a huge stage, and I start wondering, ‘Did Y/n do her homework tonight? Did she eat dinner? Did Mum make sure to feed her?’”

The comment brought a small smile to your face, which was a win in their book.

“If something like this happens again,” George said gently, “you tell us. If nothing like this happens, still, you tell us. If you have a mundane detail about your day, still, you tell us.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” Charli added. “Understand?”

“I’m sorry I woke you guys up,” you said, your voice filled with regret.

“There’s no need to apologize, my love,” George said, squeezing your hands. “Plus, you only woke me up, not your mother. You know how much of a heavy sleeper she is.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t snore so loudly, I would be able to get up a little sooner to help my child, huh?” Charli said, her voice playful.

“I don’t snore,” George said.

“Yes, you do,” You said with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” George said, raising an eyebrow.

“I can hear it through the walls,” You said, your tone light.

George shook his head. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly quiet.”

“Oh, please,” Charli said, her smile widening. “I’ve heard you through the walls. And it’s not exactly a whisper.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful banter. It was a welcome distraction from the fear that had gripped you only moments before.

As the laughter died down, Charli brushed a stray hair from your face. “We love you, Y/n. Always remember that. No matter what, we’re here for you.”

George nodded in agreement, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “We’re not going anywhere. Not tonight, not ever.”

With their reassuring presence surrounding you, the fear and anxiety of the nightmare slowly ebbed away. You snuggled closer to them, feeling safe and loved.

They stayed with you on that bed until your breathing evened out. Even then they didn’t want to leave. Especially Charli - George could see that look in her eyes.

“She’ll be alright.” he said, reassuring her.

She took a deep sigh, “Of course she will,” She grabbed his hand. “She has us.”

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 18)

your words, baby, how they mean so little when your just a little to late.

—

A/N: I’m sorry y’all… 🤞🏻😔

Synopsis: bunch of hurt feelings that no one can explain

—

“Are they here yet?”

“shhh, be quiet.” I put my finger to my lips as Frankie rolls her eyes at me.

“Listen, I have to interject,” Taylor begins, “This is why Conrad is lame. You two need to stop fighting over him and let it go! He just strings people along. Let’s not act like his feelings for you are real, yn.”

I know she didn’t mean it in a mean way, but it hurt. Because no one actually believed Conrad felt that way about me, and I was starting to believe it to. What about all those stolen kisses? The cuddling at night and when he would mumble words into my ear so I would forget about the rain. Was it even real? That night?

I didn’t have time to respond to Taylor because Jeremiah is getting out of the car. “Oh my God, Belly are you okay?”

Frankie scoffs, “Yeah, we’re fine thanks for asking.” And I can’t help but laugh a little at Jeremiah’s blatant forgetfulness of anyone who wasn’t Belly.

Conrad trials behind Jeremiah and Taylor and Frankie pounce at the chance to question him, “What are you doing here?”

His adam’s apple bobs up and down before holding a bag in front of us, “Nicole.. she uh— gave me these.”

Taylor takes it quickly, “You better tell her to watch her back.” Me and the rest of the girls get in a line and Jeremiah and Conrad awkwardly hold the towel up after a couple of seconds. They better not look.

Belly shakes her head, “Hey uh, do you guys mind if I go with Jeremiah?”

“Yes, 1000% yes.” Taylor adds quickly.

“So we have to go with Conrad?” Frankie breathes the words out like there’s no tomorrow. Truthfully, I don’t want to go with Conrad either but what choice do we have since Belly and Jeremiah want to get down at 11 at night.

“Seriously?” I say but it comes out like more a whisper.

“You’ll be fine, yn. Nothing you haven’t done before.” The words come out sharp like knives to my heart. Thought me and Belly were over that but we might need to talk more.

“Ignore her, yn.” Frankie whispers in my ear and we all finish changing. Jeremiah throws the covers to the side and Belly awkwardly shuffled towards Jeremiah. He puts a hand on her back as they walk to his car.

Conrad grabs his shoulder and rubs it, but the rubbing became more aggressive the more nervous he got. “So, you guys all coming with me?”

“Sadly.” Frankie whips out.

“Let’s not make this a thing.” Taylor adds and for the first time her and Frankie start laughing. With each other and before I can question them they’re getting into the back seats.

I sigh and get into the passenger side and like always Conrad’s staring at me. I’m over it at this point.

“Crazy night guys..” Those words, they make we want to slap him. Over and over again. Does he even realize what he’s done? We were naked because of him. That’s the second time he’s the cause for me being naked. Shamefully.

“It didn’t have to be like that, if you would just stop texting yn and pretending to like her.” Taylor shoots the words right at Conrad’s throat and I can almost see the stab mark in my head.

“Taylor—”

“No, i’m serious. Maybe if you actually liked her this wouldn’t be a problem. But you don’t. So let’s just.. go.”

I can’t look anywhere else besides the window because I know if I face Conrad my heart will break into a million pieces. All the i love you’s and the promises will be broken. Our friendship lost in the cracks as well.

—

Age 14, Summer

“Jere, please?”

“Mom, I promised Belly I would take her to the boardwalk, I can’t stay with yn.”

There was one thing that was worse than leaving the summer house. That was getting a cold during the summer. Right now, that was me. Poor yn, stuck inside away from the daylight like Susannah claimed.

Their voices chirped in the background which I faintly heard, but my ears were way to clogged to fully understand.

“Why can’t Connie stay home with her? He’s obsessed with her.”

“Jere, Connie is practicing for a sailing competition, ie would you please—”

After minutes of bickering it was clear Jeremiah was not going to stay inside for me, but it was nothing personal. Even if he had decided to give in I would have felt guilty for prying him away from Belly.

Susannah came over to hand me a glass of water when Conrad walked in the room, surfboard in hand ready to catch some waves. His face went from excited to worried within milliseconds.

“What’s wrong with yn?” He looks at Susannah and I suddenly feel like a child. Like i’m not even here. I certainly look like one though in my shorts and sweatshirt. My hair was up in a high bun and sweat was dripping off my face.

Susannah’s eyes light up and I know now i’m going to have to sit through another 10 minutes of a fisher brother rejecting care to me. I would get up but I feel to sick to do anything.

“Oh, poor yn, has a summer cold. Threw up this morning.” Susannah runs a hand through my hair and another horrible, burning sneeze comes from my mouth. I can see Susannah wince.

“Oh.” Conrad whispers and I know he’s contemplating it. I don’t want him to though, he deserves the right to go outside and have fun, do whatever he wants. I’m not worth the time.

“Connie, could you, maybe—”

“I’ll stay with her. You can go to the store and run some errands mom.”

That feeling, that the girls say they feel in fairytales, I think I just got that. Leave it to Conrad Fisher to make a girl feel like the only fucking girl in the world.

“Don’t you have to surf?” I say and after I realize how desperate I sound, it’s sad. Almost like i’m begging him to go the ocean and forget about me. For now.

Instead of the response I thought he was going to give, he waves his hand and shakes his head, “It’s okay, I’ll go change.”

Before I can protest, Conrad’s up the stairs in a heartbeat.

“See,” Susannah begins, “He’d do anything for you.”

I laugh, a little too hard which results in me coughing and Susannah hands me my glass of water. “That’s funny.” I say once my voice clears.

“It’s true, yn. You’re his weakness.” The words came off Susannah’s tongue like a prayer, a promise. A promise in my heart that maybe one day, I would believe her.

Minutes later, Conrad came downstairs in shorts and a sweatshirt. He had also brought down with him and extra pair of sweats and an ice pack.

“uhm- i brought you these.” He motions and Susannah looks at me through a grin, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” And with that, she’s off the couch and I swore I heard her whisper something to Conrad. Maybe I was so sick I was hallucinating. All of this.

Conrad sits down next to me and I felt guilty. Nobody should have to be by me right now. Not even Conrad who was my best friend, my other half.

He noticed my shift and tapped my arm, “Hey, how about you put these on?”

“You can go, Conrad.” My voice is barely above a whisper but his face conveys pure confusion. “Please. I’ll tell Susannah you stayed.”

“Woah woah yn—”

“Just go.” I shake my head and cough into my hands, feeling it cut into my throat. I groan at the pain.

“I’m not going anywhere, yn. Don’t be a dummy. I didn’t do this for my mom.”

Me. Your his weakness.

“But surfing?—” I go to question but he puts a hand to my lips.

“Surfing could wait, this can’t. Your a mess, yn. I’m not just gonna watch while my girl coughs her lungs up out her body.”

My girl? I think I might die, all for him to bring me back to life. He had that sorta effect on me. All these years I had been obsessed with someone noticing me, maybe Jeremiah. I thought one day he might, but not Conrad. We were best friends, but I never thought he saw me that way. If I had known sooner, maybe things could have been easier.

Instead of saying what I want to, I nod and grab the sweatpants from him, throwing them over my body. For some reason, I still felt cold as hell.

“Here, come on..” Conrad opens his arms for me and the only thing I wanted to do was hug him for eternity. Instead, I stupidly say: “You know you’ll get sick?”

He smirks, “Shut up, Conklin. It’s not my fault if you decline my warm chest.” And that was it. I caved. I wrapped my arms around his torso and nuzzled my head into his shoulder. My body still twitched from the aching and cold, but Conrad knew all the right things to do.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Relax.”

“Kinda hard to do that.”

Conrad stroked the hairs on my head, and I couldn’t help but blush. He was so tender, so kind, and all I wanted to do now was be sick forever, as long as he was here.

“Your very warm.” I mumble against his chest.

“I know.” He says and by the tone of his voice I know he’s smiling.

For the rest of the day we stayed inside watching shows and I never let go of Conrad besides when he got up to get me more medicine and water. As soon as he sat back down my arms were around him. I even felt him kiss my forehead once.

My eyes were sagging, and sleep was about to take over me. The last thing I heard was a soft voice whisper to me.

“It’s you, yn. I wish you could see that.”

I didn’t respond, because he probably thought I was sleeping. Honestly, i’m beginning to wonder If i was.

—

Present Day:

The eerie noises of the night kept me up, not allowing me to fall into a deep sleep I needed.

After the most awkward ride with Conrad and the girls, we all went to our separate rooms. Frankie was already fast asleep and I couldn’t blame her after the events that occurred today. It’s not everyday you get stranded naked by rich kids.

Just as my thoughts began to wind down, my phone buzzed a couple of times and I instantly grabbed it, with every bone in my body telling me not to i still did.

Conrad: u up? come down please?

I tell myself this is it, the last thing I do for Conrad Fisher. I’ll walk downstairs and tell him this is the end, of everything. Not just this love and fling he’s strung in my face all these years. This friendship. This pure friendship that got caught between the lies of our real feelings.

My feet tread across the wooden floor and lightly make my way downstairs. Conrad is by the docks. Hesitantly, I slip out the back door praying I don’t wake anyone. When i’m certain I don’t, I head for the docks.

He looks at me for the first time with an expression I can’t seem to recognize: Hurt, anger, love? I cant tell.

We’re inches apart as I stand at the dock where our childhood memories once lingered, and I think they still do.

“You came.”

I scoff, “You texted me.” I wave my phone in the air motioning at him, “can you please stop doing that?”

He’s taken aback by the harshness in my tone, “I’m sorry, stop texting you?”

“Yeah. I- I think so.” No. I don’t think so.

He reads right through me and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. At this rate i’ll break in a couple of minutes if he doesn’t stop this, touching.

“Conrad.”

“I don’t believe you, you know.” His free hand trails up my arm and slowly grazes my neck. “When you say that type of stuff.”

I wanna hate him so bad, but I can’t find it in me to do so. Every fiber in my body is telling me to walk away, and never look back, but I can’t. My eyes are glued to Conrad Fisher, and my heart belongs to him.

“Conrad, please.” He grazes my jaw and that’s when i’ve lost. Lost this battle between us. If he wanted me in this moment, I think I would’ve let him take me. It was bad, but so true.

“It’s selfish, what i’m doing.” He whispers against me. “Because I haven’t been fair. You know it.” My head is against his chest now and I feel his every breath. I have to stay strong, remember that this is it.

Why can’t the words come out of my mouth?

“This was the last thing I wanted. I never wanted you to regret what we did.”

That’s when I pulled my head out of his chest and shook my head, “What? Who said I regretted it?”

Conrad let go of me and ran a hand through his hair, “I- i don’t know.. I just like thought maybe.. you didn’t—”

He would never get it. If anything, this summer should be an indication to him that you very much did not regret what you two did, in fact you wanted more. I suddenly fell out of the trance Conrad had placed me in.

“This is it Conrad. You don’t get to have me anymore.”

To my surprise, he nods his head, “I know.”

Wasn’t this what you wanted? For him to let you go?

So why do I feel like my heart is ripping out? Why do I want him to fight for something that’s already gone?

“Bad things happen, when we try and… fix whatever this is. We were just two friends- best friends who got tangled into each other. It’s not like it was real.” The words burn my throat and tear at Conrad’s heart as I see them. It wasn’t true, I wanted to tell him.

“I.. yeah.” Conrad trails off.

“So please, let it go. Let me go. It’s too painful.”

Conrad only nods and pulls out a black little bag from his pocket. I already know what it is, and my heart throbs at the thought. “This was yours.”

“No, Conrad—”

“It’s for you. I can’t just give it to someone else. Throw it away, burn it, just.. I cant keep this. It’s a memory of you. You know that.”

“Conrad i’m—”

“Like you said, it wasn’t real, right?” His words sting me even though I had told him it wasn’t real. But it was, to me it was.

“Night, Conrad.” I place the little velvet bag back in his hands before turning to walk away. I even think I heard a faint ‘wait’ before leaving, but I was too dazed to tell.

—

Frankie and Taylor both left the next day. After our little wood’s experience, they had seemed to go from hating each other to tolerating each other. They even agreed on some things.

Susannah was in full deb mode. Since I had no date, my last resort was to text the one and only Josh. Of course, I had thought about asking Conrad but after our talk from the previous night I doubted he wanted to talk to me.

Luckily, Josh said he would be happy to take me, as a friend, which made me chuckle a little bit.

I walked into the living room mid afternoon, scrambling about things that needed to be done. Josh was a late entry, and I couldn’t exactly talk to Nicole about that considering she left me naked in the woods the previous night. Susannah told me she would go to the club and get it sorted though.

“What’s up with you?” I hear a voice and turn around only to be met with Belly. She’s sitting at the counter, looking more solemn than ever.

“I should be asking you that.” I pour some orange juice into my cup before placing it back in the fridge.

Belly shrugs, “I’m just thinking, I guess.” I nod and we stay silent for a little while before Belly plunges my heart a little more, “Why didn’t you tell me, about Conrad?”

I shake my head, “It’s over now, in the—”

“No. Before. When you liked him. All those years that I did?” I swallowed bile that was sticking to my throat and the walls felt like closing in. I knew why I didn’t tell her. If I did, it would ruin that perfect older sister image I wanted her to have of me.

“Did you always like him?” She asks, and her tone suggests she almost doesn’t wanna know the answer.

“I think.. yeah. The first time I felt it was when I was 11 years old. I tried to cover it up by saying I liked Jeremiah, but that wasn’t true. I just.. how could I say a thing? Not when you were—”

“Desperately in love with him? Yeah.”

I shake my head, “No. Not that. I should’ve told you.”

She nods, “You should’ve.” There was a slight pause and I wondered for a moment if this was it, I had already lost Conrad. What’s one more to add to this shit show of a summer?

“But I mean.. I guess I always knew. It was always there in the back of my head, you and Conrad. I could always see it in the way he looked at you.”

“Belly—”

“I just- always wanted that chance with him, you know? It was selfish, but sometimes I wished you weren’t here. You weren’t supposed to be. I don’t think that now though, you know I wouldn’t.”

Those words coming out of Belly’s mouth made me want to throw up but this is the closest we’ve been in a year so I can’t take this for granted. I lean over and squeeze her hand, “Belly, I’m sorry about this year. I wanna be close again, and Conrad never should’ve gotten in the way.”

“I guess I wouldn’t really wanna tell you if I had sex with him, so I get it.” I couldn’t tell if she was taking shots at me anymore or being nice but I smiled anyways. This was a new start, me and Belly. Boys or not, it was me and her through the long hall.

After we let go, the question that had been burning my body to ask finally arose, “So, Jeremiah?”

Belly’s cheeks turn a crimson red before stuffing her face with a muffin. “I don’t know, he’s.. it’s different. Conrad didn’t feel real, you know? But Jere is real, and it’s scary.”

To me, it was the exact opposite. Conrad felt very real, so real that my brain wants to explode when i’m next to him. He makes me forget everything and everyone and it’s just us in a world of bliss.

I pinch my arm, coming back to reality. I really have to stop thinking about Conrad.

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A/N: Pain Pain Pain!! We good? You guys only 2-3 more chapters left I can’t my heartttt :(

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[crow2222]

Ok hear me out...

Ponyboy and Johnny kissing under a mistletoe in secret.

But Soda is cheeky little fella and catches them.?? Maybe?

His warm fingers intertwined with mine, his smile melting away any cold I was just previously complaining about mentally as he dragged me through the house.

"Ponyy!" I dragged out the end of his name, pretending to be annoyed. He could never annoy me though, and he knows that..

"Shhh Johnny look." We stopped in the doorway before their rooms, where he pointed up to the ceiling. I followed his trail of eyesight before my eyes landed on the random mistletoe hung up. They've never had mistletoe hung up in the house, seeing how it's a house full of guys, who don't bring their girls over.

My face must've turned red as Ponyboy began to giggle at my nervousness. "So..." He grabbed my other hand, swaying them up and down as he anticipated my answer. I couldn't say no to him, and he knew that as well.

My hand found its way up his cheek, holding him back from trying to kiss me already. "So.. did you hang that up just to that me that?" My eyes narrowed, taking in how Pony started to go as red as the tinsel on the tree Darry hung up.

"No...? I just.. found it. Decided it was a good idea to bring you here?" He stumbled on his words, making me laugh silently with a shake of my head.

"Hm. I guuess that's okay then." His now sweaty hand grabbed my hand that was on his face while we leaned into each other.

It was a quick peck, I don't think either of us were comfortable showing affection like this infront of the others, but it was still magical. Maybe it was the holiday magic?

I jumped almost a foot in the air when there was a bright flash, accompanied by a loud shutter noise, which then was followed with a very loud- "SODAPOP!"

I blinked a couple times after the flash, and once I saw clearly again, the first thing I saw was Sodapop running away from Pony.

I fiddled with my fingers for second, unsure what to do until a low voice spooked me from behind. "I can get rid of that picture if you want."

My head turned around to see Darry mixing cake mix in a bowl in his hands, along with the apron we got for him as a joke last year but he still wears as "it'd be a waste of money".

I fully considered his offer, but that photo probably wouldn't be so bad to have, even if blurry since Sodapop took off after just clicking the button, knowing his brother would chase him down.

I remember wishing I had brothers when I was younger during Christmas.

And now I realise

that I've finally gotten them.

[starstruck-cupid]

The Sweater

Part 6 of Unnamed Charlie fic. Final part

Kirby x reader at end

(edit: name change. Formerly unnamed)

A/n: I hope this is an okay ending. It isn't what I envisioned but I suppose it's close. This is the finally part of the Charlie x reader. I'm thinking of doing a continuation with Kirby x reader set in the 6th movie.

TW: mentions of stabbing, harm towards reader, smoking. I think that's it?

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After a few minutes, I go to find Charlie. Waking up the stairs, I call him, Jill, and Trevor. No answer. Finally I find a bathroom. I walk in, crack the door, and light a cigarette. Analyzing myself in the mirror, I don't realize Charlie is behind me. I feel a hand on my back. It makes me jump and I look up.

"Oh, hi"

He doesn't say anything. He grabs the cigarette and puts it out using the sink faucet. I turn to face him.

"Are you okay?" He's making me anxious.

Still no answer. The look in his eyes is unrecognizable. It's empty but loving at the same time.

"I'm sorry, bunny." His eyes may not be genuine but his words are. "I don't have any other choice. If I don't do it, if I don't make it easy and painless, she will, and she won't be nice."

"Charlie, what are you-" I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. His arms wrap around me

What's happening?

It hurts. Everything hurts. Everything is spinning. I look down.

He stabbed me?

"Char?" Looking at his face, my eyes welled up with tears. "I-" I can't get it out. Everything hurts. My lungs are burning.

"Shhh. Don't say anything. It'll be over soon, princess."

I can't stand anymore. I slowly start to slip down to the floor. Charlie keeps a firm grip on me the whole time, making sure my fall is calculated.

"I loved you" I finally managed to get it out. The thing I've been trying to tell him for days. I finally worked up the courage to do it today, and he stabbed me.

It's almost like I can see his heart break through his eyes.

"It had to happen this way." Not even an I love you too.

I can feel tears sliding down my face as I see Charlie reach into my bag. I didn't realize he had it. Pulling out my walkman, putting in my favorite cassette, he places the earbuds in my ears.

I hear Jill call out his name. I don't have the energy to tell her to run. He didn't say anything else. He just leaves. I don't have have the energy to cry

I don't know how long I sat there. I know 5 songs played. Sometime during the 5th, a police officer walked into the bathroom, gun drawn. Realizing it was just me. She quickly puts the gun down and rushes to me.

I don't remember what happened after that.

I woke up in a hospital. Kirby in a wheel chair next to my bed.

"How'd you get here?" I ask her with a weak voice.

"I snuck over." She said with a smile.

"He got you too?" The thought of Charlie being behind all of this makes me tear up again.

Kirby weakly sits up, needing against the side of my bed.

"Yeah." She said sadly, wiping the tears away from my eyes. It was the first time I've heard her anything but happy.

"Will you lay with me?" She nods, pushing down the assistant rails. I sit up a bit, helping her climb into my bed. For a while we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms.

~2 month time skip~

Everything was back to normal. At least for the rest of Woodsboro. For me and Kirby, it wasn't. We were recovering, but it was slow. All of our friends were dead and it was our friends who did it. I'm not sure if we'll ever be completely normal again. But we have each other.

I'm not sure what we are, but we've grown very close. We're planning to move in together once high school is over. We're getting as far away as we can. She decided she wants to join the FBI. I fully support her and I'm willing to go wherever she needs me.

For one in my life, I am both content and calm at the same time. I'm not sure if I'm happy, but one day I will be.

[softcarebears]

pookie the pinkie saga has now become the bbsf saga w/ so many twists and turns that it will take me a year to tell u what’s gone down in like a month

me and pinkie had a massive fight that lasted 3 hours, i regret nothing that i said

me and bbsf get sat next to each other in AVID, claims he doesn’t fully know abt the fight and that pinkie only sent him a small screen shot + teacher and students r convinced we’re dating

first 2 days of school go by, i’m hanging out w/ only older kids

cow girl was gone for the first 2 days and orientation, we have 2 classes together and she’s the only one currently unaware of the fight so me, pinkie and the one w/o a name show her around

cowgirl wants me to hangout w/ them at lunch, i do, we’re all friends again, pinkie admits she was wrong

bbsf asks if i wanna hang out w/ him at lunch, w/o everyone else, i agree

a little school mixer happens, only bbsf goes, meets this girl that imma call flor

flor switches into mine and bbsf’s avid, makes seating switch, separating me from bbsf and all of my other friends

bbsf tells me that flor has a crush on him, but he doesn’t like her

bbsf tells pinkie that he DOES like her

next morning, walking into class bbsf says that i just completely ignored the “really bad fight she had w/ us and she’s now following me around at lunch. i even have ss to prove it” to flor, everyone in the group confirms that he was lying, he also lies abt how close we r to flor

i find out that an older boy (cross) likes me, tells group

football game happens, i was w/ mine and cross’ friends, bbsf and no name r in band so when me and pinkie finally meet up, we can’t talk to them

3 hours after the football game ends (and after i told bbsf abt cross) bbsf says that flor set him up on a date (deja) for monday, at lunch, when me and bbsf r meant to hang out

2 weeks pass and bbsf keeps blowing us off for deja, me and cross start seriously talking

pinkie finally tells bbsf that she had/has a crush on him, bbsf freaks out and tells me, i tell him that smiley told me months ago

on the bus ride to school, a half asleep bbsf also tells cowgirl, who, once again, is the only one outta loop

pinkie finds out, freaks, pushes bbsf to the ground, won’t let him talk to her

my birthday, me and bbsf both skip school cuz he has doctors and y’know it’s my bday

bbsf doesn’t make a bday announcement for me on snap like he used to, despite making one for s (if u remember him) knowing that we share a bday, cross does make an announcement tho

yesterday, pinkie and bbsf still rnt talking and r using me as a through line, will only talk when i’m present

me and bbsf talk abt my bday (going shopping on mnst), i push it back bc bbsf hasn’t been able to make it to my last 5 bday events and wants to finally go

me and cross find out that neither of us really like each other and that it was our friends that set us up, we stay friends

i find out that at least 5 diff guys r planning on asking me to hoco, most being older

i talk to bbsf abt what time he wants to go to mnst w/ me and my friend, he tells me he can’t anymore

bbsf tells pinkie that the reason he can’t go anymore is cuz he’s taking deja to mnst at the same exact time

THAT ASK BE LOOKING LIKE MY GENERAL PAPER HOMEWORK

😭💀

YOU AND PINKIE FOUGHT??DAMN SPEAK YO SHIT QUEEN

EVEN THE TEACHERS THINK LIKE DATING DAWG...DAMN...😭see i told you y'all got that chemistry and that brosker likes you😜BUT U DON'T FUCKING LISTEN.

PINKIE REDEMPTION ARC...i know damn well its not gonna last long😔

i love cowgirl😜unbothered queen

who tf is flor...why did she randomly spawn out of the blue...WE'RE ON THE THIRD SEASON OF THIS SHOW AND SHE DECIDES TO COME AND STIR UP SHIT AND WHY DID SHE RANDOMLY CHANGE YOUR FUCKASS SEATS...WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS...

boy bestfriend...i will swim both the indian and pacific ocean right now...gee pee ess your house...i know your name (i actually forgot his name but shhh)sneak into yo house...put rat poison in your food...let you foam at the mouth unconscious...when you unconscious...ill tie you up and put u in the trunk of a stolen car...ride until we arrive at the niagara falls...ill kick his ass a little for the shits and giggles...then kick him into the water...hehe byebye...bro reminded me of wagyu...SO CONTRADICTORY.

why is bro's codename cross...😭 and why does no name not have a name...AND WHO OR WHAT IS DEJA??!

hmm...why did he bring up flor...AFTER U BROUGHT UP CROSS...kinda ew of him to just cancel your already made plan like that...AND BLOW YALL OFF...ITS GIVING WAGYU!!

OHH UPDATE: BTW WAGYU AND CHINGCHING BESTIE'S EX "RAT"ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS ANYMORE...IDK WHAT HAPPENED...they got beef ...and they were in a friend group with 2 other girls..one lets call "leo"and the other "aura"...yea he never said to my bestie "e"what happened but apparently he says that "leo" is a bitch and that he will only stay friends with aura because she's the only nice one...

AND GUESS WHAT FEW DAYS AFTER WAGYU LIKES EVERY POST ON CHINGCHING BESTIE'S INSTA ACC...chingchingbestie was shook...chingchingbestie boyfriend "ggg" tells her to not reconcile if he tries to apologise and told her if she does forgive him after the shit he has done its over for them😭..."ggg"then blocked wagyu on chingchingbestie's behalf. Also LAST TERM WAGYU AND CCBESTIE KINDA HAD AN " I TOLERATE YOU ERA" and wag was kinda talking to her lots and was coming to me to talk to (vv small talk btw that was in mid term season)...now he does not talk to me at all though kinda sad he no longer kinda acknowledges me...BUT I BARELY ACKNOWLEDGE HIM EITHER ONLY "E" KINDA DOES 😭kinda idk...i reached the point of not caring too much about him though... idk if im supposed to acknowledge him or not...my point is i think after he got blocked he realised ccbestie aint gon forgive him and realised that he chose someone he barely knew and was hypocritical about over true friends he has known for years and actually lost them because he betrayed one of them just because they said a truth that he cannot accept and take into account to change his attitude...

TODAY HE DID LOOK AT ME LOTS IN RELIGION CLASS i was sideeyeing to see yknow (only class we share tgt) boi was right behind us and he was the one assigned for prayers today but he was alone (the girl he was paired with was absent) but we needed someone to read the bible so my bestie "vale" went to read it😜also he was standing bro looked in my direction for a while😭also brosker still stares at me,ccbestie and e in the assembly still not slick.also tmrw ITS THE LAST DAY FOR THE SENIORS😔my childhood bestie is a senior...so next year i will be alone and have no company during the afternoon bus rides and on the bus stations... i will miss my other og senior friend group which is mostly seniors which consist of "cora",childhood bestie "lexie" of legit 15 yrs and "kelly"😔"nor" is in my grade and class now since she was a repeater last year but yea...it will only be me and nor next year (ofc if everyone pass their HSC exams and don't repeat..)😔

OH DEJA IS ANOTHER PERSON SO FLOR IS A MATCHMAKER..OHH

pinkie is a mess damn...why throw him on the ground like that..foul

NO BDAY ANNOUNCEMENT WHY...OMG.😔thats so rude...who tf is s😭(short term memory)😭

5 GUYS...OMG FIVE GUYS...

(i had to im sorry.)

WHATTTTT HE' S TAKING THE DEJA GIRL AT THE SAME TIME. WHAT THE FUCK WHEN HE WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE YOU.EWW ALSO WHY THE SAME DAY, TIME AND PLACE HUH. ITS GIVING "DO YOU GET DEJA VU WHEN SHE'S WITH YOUUU!"...why couldn't he just clear another day for the deja girl and the fact that he literally invalidated how you felt and also all the planning yall did and shit and he already did not spend time with you on your bday so that makes it worse.

girl...that deja girl is replacing u i fear...pookie are u okay...😔.

I HOPE THEIR DATE GETS RUINED.

[littlehypnone]

Could we get a little thing of Phantom waking little and really needing some Swissy cuddles after waking up from a very bad nightmare? <3

655 words, little phantom (they/them as usual when small), nightmare, very brief mentions of their life in the pit and summoning, crying, hyperventilating, getting slightly dizzy, cg swiss to the rescue with cuddles, cute happy ending

Phantom’s life in the pit wasn’t easy, not even close, and his summoning itself wasn’t any better. He found a home Topside, yes—and he couldn’t have been more grateful for that—but sometimes his mind forced the poor ghoul to remember his past.

Tonight was one of those times.

Phantom woke up from a terrible nightmare with a choked off scream, tears running down his face, his whole body drenched in sweat as he shook in the darkness. He wasn’t even fully awake but he felt himself dropping rapidly, ending up little in a matter of seconds.

The quintessence ghoul didn’t know what to do. It was so dark around and they were so scared they were frozen in place, curled in a little ball on their side. Their breath started hitching, chest hurting and suddenly they were sobbing so hard they felt dizzy.

Out of nowhere—Phantom didn’t know if it was minutes or hours—the darkness… disappeared. It was light again and they dared to open their eyes. 

Swiss was there. Swiss was with them, a bit blurry and sideways, but he was there, he came for them.

Phantom wailed again.

“Hey, hey, hey, Antsy,” the multi ghoul knelt by the bed, hand hovering over Phantom’s head. They couldn’t manage to choke out one word, hyperventilating, but they weakly pushed their head into Swiss’ hand, telling him touch was okay. “Shhh, it’s alright, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Swiss crawled onto the bed, curling himself around the shaking ghoul as they burrowed their face in the bigger’s chest. “Hey, wait, you know I don’t mind but you can’t breathe. Bug, look at me.”

Reluctantly, Phantom pulled his face away and slowly looked up, feeling a wave of relief wash over them just at the soft and kind look on Swiss’ own face. “There we go, good ghoul. Now breathe, baby, okay? With me, in–”

The quintessence ghoul took a shaky breath.

“Out.” They let it out.

Swiss guided Phantom through it, telling them to breathe in and out over and over again and running big, warm hands up and down their back, until they were as calm as they’d get for now.

“It’s okay, Antsy,” the multi ghoul whispered. He reached out for a random shirt that was laying on the side and then wiped Phantom’s tear-soaked face and helped them blow their stuffy nose. “Now you can hide in my chest, if you want.”

Of course they wanted to! They didn’t waste a second, shoving their face into Swiss like before, as the multi ghoul tightened his arms around them, completely engulfing them in comfort.

They laid like that for a few moments, Swiss humming a random tune while Phantom soaked in his warmth. “Swissy?”

“Yeah, bug?” his voice was thick with sleep, obviously on the verge of falling back asleep. He wouldn’t, though, not before he’d be sure that Phantom was going to be okay.

“‘m scared,” they admitted.

“What of, baby? You’re safe here with me, you know that, right?”

“Mmm… yeah, b– bu’ I haded a nightmare an’ there– there was– it w– was dark bu’ t– there was fire an’ it was h– hot…” they rambled before Swiss stopped them. They’d just get worked up again.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered, “that sounds so scary, bug, you’re such a brave little ghoul.”

“‘m not…”

“You are! So, so brave, Antsy. I’m tellin’ ya.” They really were and they really had no idea. “What do you say I tell you all about how brave you are tomorrow and now we’ll get some sleep?”

“Ogay...” Swiss reached out and turned the lights off. Phantom shouldn’t have any issues with the dark now, especially that their face was still buried in Swiss’ chest. It was dark there, anyway. “Bu’... w– will you stay here, Swissy?”

“Of course, bug, always. I’m not going anywhere.”

"Hmm... that's nice. I like Swissy cuddles."

"I love you too, bug.

[samcscreams]

Got this idea randomly and went with it.

It’s late at night in early May. Sam finds herself at a party once again. She knows she’s gonna leave this god forsaken town soon just not sure yet of the day. But that guilt is eating her alive and the liquor is numbing all the right spots. Soon the world around her is growing dark. She knows a blackout at this point in her life.

Tara can’t sleep. This isn’t new for her nore is the crashing sound coming from Sam’s room. She looks over at her bedroom clock, 3:06am it reads. Tara knows better than to go check on her sister. As she’s probably in another drunken stupor and will yell at Tara to get out. But tonight feels different, the urge to check out weighed her fear of getting yelled at.

“Knock Knock, I heard a crash is everything okay?” Tara said as she slowly pushed open the door. The sight of Sam startled Tara. Usually she’s up and around stumbling to take her clothes off or she’s already passed out on top of her bed. But this time Sam was curled up in a ball by her closet door. She could hear sniffing as if Sam had been crying. God, Tara couldn’t remember the last time she heard Sam cry. “Hey what’s wrong?” Tara said as she rushed to Sam’s side. Sam looking up at Tara as she drunkenly stammered out “Get away from me. I’ll just hurt you please go” Tara now confuses asked “how could you hurt me?” “I… i… hurt my family.” Sam unaware of what she was saying or doing continues. “My mom hatess me. She can’t even look at me.” Tara now more concerned than confused realized her sister must be blacked out again and not realize who she is. It’s happened a few times before but not like this. It’s as if Sam’s talking to a stranger. “I mean for fucks sake my big mouth made Tara’s dad leave and all my mom can see is him when she looks at me, a monster.” Tara shifting back away from Sam while trying to process the information she’s just heard, asks ”Tara’s dad?” “Yep he left when I blabbed off about my mom cheating and having me” Sam said half way between sleep and awake. Tara now in shock just sits next to her sister staring blankly ahead. “Want to hear the most fucked up part” Sam asks as she giggles and hiccups to herself. Tara doesn’t respond. “Shhh don’t tell anybody but my real dad is Billy Loomis” Sam stammered out as she collapses onto Tara causing Tara to snap out of her trance like state. “Sam. Come on Sam. Sammy please. stay with me” Tara shakes her sister then runs to grab a glass of water, a wet towel, and a bucket just incase. When she returned Sam was half crying half laughing while laying on the ground. “Come on drink for me” Tara said as she tried to sit Sam up and held the glass to her sisters mouth. “No” she said with a pout “Sam” Tara demanded. The older sister was taken a back by the sternness in her sisters voice. After she finished her water Tara helped her sister into bed.

Before Sam fully passed out she let out one last truth “who could ever love me. The daughter of a serial killer” and she was out leaving Tara alone. If Tara couldn’t sleep before she definitely wouldn’t be able to do so now.

Tara stayed in Sams room the rest of the night making sure if she threw up that she could help. By morning Tara wondered if Sam would remember anything she said. Tara wanted more than anything to talk to a sober Sam to understand if everything she said was true and that’s why her sister had grown so troubled and distant in the past five year.

Not to much longer Sam started to stir. She woke to a pounding headache and blurred vision. She almost missed her younger sister sitting in the corner of her room. “Why the hell are you in here. Get out” she growled. Sam never intended to be so mean she just thought it would be easier for Tara if she hated her. “Good morning to you too” Tara quipped back. “I put some water and Advil on your night stand. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t die in your sleep throwing up on yourself” she said as she walked to Sam’s bedroom door. Sheepishly Sam whimpered out a “Thank you” “Oh and Sam” Tara now hanging in Sam’s door way “yes” she replied “I could” Tara said “you could what?” Sam asked confused “Love you. Even if he’s your real dad. I still love you” Tara said as she exited leaving Sam wide eyed and shocked. The weight of her packed bags hiding under her bed was now almost suffocating. Her mind racing with how’s and why’s but it doesn’t changed the new found fact that Tara knows.

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This concept is so interesting to me. Gahhh so many questions so many possibilities! It all changes or maybe nothing does. 🤔

[baronessblixen]

23. Mistletoe kiss! (I think you know who)

Thank you for the prompt! This turned into a sequel to Christmas With The Scullys, but I think it can also be read on its own. It's very fluff.

Wc: 2,231 | Tagging @today-in-fic

Mistletoe Musings

Gooey darkness greets him as he slowly comes to, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes. He wakes up languidly, stretching his legs, amazed at how soft this bed is. How quiet everything is here. How wonderful it smells.

Wait.

Mulder opens his eyes fully, looking around. His head is throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat. Where the fuck is he and why is he not alone in his bed? First things first. This, he realizes seeing a picture of a very young Scully and her siblings – Bill may have grown, but he hasn’t changed – on the nightstand, is not his bed, or his home. The memories return to him in scraps. Hospital. Concussion. Scully’s car. Scully’s mother’s house.

The bed he’s sleeping in is Scully’s. The person he’s sharing the bed with is… Scully. His eyes are still getting used to the dark, but now that he knows, he can see her. The lump under the comforter is without a doubt his partner. This isn’t the first time they’re sharing a bed, but it’s the first time they’re sharing her bed.

He doesn’t remember why they put him up here in Scully’s room. Does her mother think they’re dating? Scully, still asleep, chooses that moment to scoot closer to him, sighing deeply. Her scent is intoxicating. So is her proximity. If his mind keeps going down this path, his head will soon no longer be the only thing throbbing.

What he has to do is get a grip. This is Scully. She brought him here because he got himself hurt – again – and he couldn’t be left alone. Like a child. He’s crashing her Christmas because he acted before thinking.

He should thank Scully and all his lucky stars that he’s here and alive, not dead in some ditch, or all alone in a hospital. His eyes find Scully and his mind stops racing. A smile breaks on his face, just watching her sleep. He shifts the tiniest bit closer to her, hoping she won’t wake. When she doesn’t stir, he wills himself to relax. His eyes watching her, he’s being pulled back to sleep, too.

“Why can’t we wake them?” Someone not too quietly whispers. “I want to see what Santa brought!”

“Shhh. Let them sleep a moment longer.” Another voice chimes in, more familiar and more mature. It must be Mrs. Scully.

“Huh?” Scully, who at some point during the night decided to use his chest as a pillow, wakes up and as soon as she realizes how close they are, she gasps. But she doesn’t move away. She glances at him, her mind playing catch up, and then she smiles.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Grandma, they’re awake!” Two Scully children exclaim and both Mulder and Scully turn towards the door where Mrs. Scully stands with the biggest grin on her face.

“You better hurry,” she says, chuckling. “These kids are in a hurry.”

“Aunt Dana and the fox are awake!” One of the children screams, running down the stairs.

“What time is it?” Mulder asks once they’re alone again.

“Early,” Scully replies with a yawn. “Too early. How’s your head?”

“Scully, why is your very Catholic mother not at all fazed that I’m in your bed?”

“I take it your head is better.” Her words don’t stop her from touching the bump on his head and he winces. “There’s not enough space with half my family here. Is your head not better? Do we need to go back to the hospital?” Her hand is still on his head, but now she’s cradling it.

“No. No, we don’t. You’re important to me,” he says, remembering saying the same thing to her last night. He wants to say it again. Needs to say it again. There are no painkillers in his blood. Even the adrenaline is gone. If she didn’t believe him last night, she cannot deny it this morning.

“You told me last night. Do you- do you remember what happened yesterday?”

“I know I said it last night,” he assures her. “I do remember what happened. Well, mostly. I know where we are, and I know who I am, and I know who you are. What else do I need? I just wanted to say it again so that you know I meant it.”

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says, blushing faintly. “I meant it, too.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He grins at her, his head moving towards hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that they were supposed to get up and go downstairs where a plethora of Scullys wait for them. But what he really wants is to drink in Scully’s sleep-tousled hair, her make-up-free morning face full of freckles, and her inviting lips.

“Mulder,” she says, his name sounding like a murmur. Her eyes flicker to his lips, letting him know that she wants this, too. But before their mouths meet, his brain fires another word at him.

“Mistletoe,” he says, right before their lips meet. “We talked about mistletoe last night, didn’t we?” Scully chuckles, her eyes closing briefly.

“We did.”

“I still don’t know if there is any downstairs.”

“I think it’s time you find out.”

*

They draw all eyes to them when they enter Mrs. Scully’s living room. For a moment Mulder isn’t sure whether he’s seeing double. He’s never seen so many people for Christmas. They’re everywhere.

“Finally,” a kid says with a groan, crawling towards the tree and the presents there. Scully takes his hand, leading him toward the couch where her mother is sitting. Mulder feels several pairs of eyes bore into him. Most prominently Bill Jr.’s. He swallows hard, smiling at everyone else.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Scully says. “There really is not enough space here.” She motions to the couch and Mulder realizes she’s right. There’s just enough space for one more person. They can’t very well ask the old lady with her cup of tea to sit on the floor.

“I can, um, stand over there,” Mulder says, pointing. “It’s fine.”

“Don’t be silly,” Mrs. Scully says. “Dana can sit on your lap. Come on now,” she urges. “You’re going to miss all the fun.”

Mulder and Scully exchange a quick look. If they don’t sit down soon, they will make it worse. Though Mulder isn’t sure things can be worse now.

“Sit down,” Scully says, her voice soft. She touches his arm, letting him know it’s okay. This is at once a dream and a nightmare come true. But he sits down, the couch sinking under his weight. Mrs. Scully nods at him, smiling before she redirects her focus back to the children. The only person still watching them is Bill Jr.

Mulder’s head is throbbing but he ignores it, waiting for Scully to sit on his lap. His Scully on his lap. She’s light as a feather, feeling just right sitting here. His arms go around her waist of their own volition. She leans against him, throwing him a quick smile. As he watches everyone tear through their presents, wrapping paper flying everywhere, he wonders if this is happening or a side effect of his concussion. Last night, he shared a bed with Scully. This morning, she’s sitting in his lap.

“This one’s for you, Dana.” Someone hands Scully a present and he rests his head on her shoulder to watch her unwrap it.

“What a beautiful scarf,” she says. “Thank you, Aunt Sylvia.”

“It’s from Santa,” one of the children reminds her.

“You’re right,” Scully says, laughing. “Thank you, Santa.” She turns around to look at Mulder, still smiling. He’s never seen her like this, like Dana. Being around her family grounds her, mellows her. She’s the most beautiful he’s ever seen her.

“Happiness looks good on you,” he whispers.

“It looks good on you, too,” she says, wrapping the scarf around him. It already smells like her and he doesn’t ever want to take it off. She’s right: he’s happy. It’s been more years than he can count since he’s felt this peaceful on Christmas.

“I know you had no choice,” Mulder says, his voice breaking. “But thank you for bringing me here.”

“I wanted you here, Mulder. I could have left you in the hospital.”

“I need to find that mistletoe,” he says. As much as he wants to kiss her – and do it right now – it might just be the last straw for Bill Jr.

“Look around,” Scully whispers, making him shiver all over. He does. His eyes scan the whole room and then, finally, he sees it. Mistletoe right by the window. He knew he could count on Mrs. Scully. Now all he has to do is be patient. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, much to the delight of the other grown up guests. He hopes they don’t know what he’s thinking about. But even if they do, he can’t care. Not tonight. Today he will receive the greatest Christmas gift he can imagine. He will get to kiss Scully.

*

In the end, it’s probably no more than an hour. To Mulder, it feels endless. The last present is unwrapped, the children are happy and playing with their toys, and the adults are refilling their coffees to stay awake and alert. Mulder doesn’t need caffeine. He’s thirsty for something else. But Tara has grabbed Scully by the arm and now the two women are in the kitchen while Mulder hangs around the mistletoe by himself.

“So you are Dana’s partner.” A woman approaches him, holding a plate with cookies. She offers one to Mulder and he politely takes one. “I’m her aunt. I’ve been very curious about you.”

“Hmm?” Is all he can say with his mouth full of cookie.

“Maggie told me all about you and Dana. She was hoping you’d be here. I love Dana, but these last few years,” she trails off, sighing. “It was obvious that there was always something missing. Someone missing. It was you. It’s good to see my favorite niece smile again. Don’t tell Bill Jr. I called Dana my favorite.” She winks at him and Mulder smiles, trying to process what he just heard.

He doesn’t get much time, because Scully returns to the living room, walking towards him. He forgets everything else. There is no one else in this room but them. His head doesn’t hurt. The only reason his knees are weak is that Scully is smiling at him. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that she puts on the mantelpiece.

“Hi,” he says, his voice breathless.

“Hi.”

“I found mistletoe.”

“I see.”

“You know the tradition,” he says.

“I do. You should be glad Aunt Sylvia didn’t look up just now,” Scully says. “I think she might have a thing for you.”

“Hmm, too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”

“Who?” Scully asks, but he steals the word from her lips. They meet in the middle with her on tiptoes and him slightly stooped. It starts out soft and gentle, a perfect first kiss. But when Scully’s fingers lock in his hair, all bets are off. He forgets that he shouldn’t be upright for longer periods of time. His knees buckle, but kissing Scully takes precedence over everything else.

“There are children present, for God’s sake.” It’s Bill’s booming voice that brings them back to the present, to Mrs. Scully’s house, and the various family members glaring at them.

“I’m, um, we- well.” Mulder tries to find words, but can’t. He wipes his mouth and Bill’s eyes narrow.

“The kids are not even paying attention,” Scully says. Everyone over the age of 12 is, however. Mulder has never seen so many women smile at him. He stands closer to Scully, knowing she’ll protect him.

“I said I’d try to be nice to him,” Bill says, looking him up and down. “But Dana, this is going too far.”

“It was one kiss, Bill.”

“Hey, don’t fight, please,” Mulder says, his headache returning with a vengeance. “I think I need to sit down anyway. I’m a bit dizzy.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” She throws Bill a dirty look and for a brief moment, the siblings battle a silent fight that Scully seems to be winning. She leads Mulder over to the couch where every Scully woman starts fawning over him. His very own Scully has her hand on his head, straightening the hair she mussed up. He grins, thinking about what happened mere moments ago. He wants it to happen again soon.

“He’s wearing lipstick,” Aunt Sylvia says, taking a sip from her coffee. “Looks good on him.” Somewhere Bill Jr. groans while everyone else laughs. Scully wipes the lipstick away with her thumb, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She’s not at all shy with him here, surrounded by her family. Even if she only does it to rile up her big brother, he doesn’t care. After all, he gets kisses. From Scully. He will never complain about that. Though he can’t wait to do this when they’re alone and Bill Jr. isn’t breathing down their necks. Quite literally.

“It really does look good on you,” she whispers, bringing him back to the present.

“Maybe I can wear it again later?” He asks, full of hope.

“Oh, you will be wearing it again later tonight, don’t worry,” she promises him.