#I LITERALLY WHINE BECAUSE HE SCARES ME WHEN HE STARTS YELLING

[pyonzzz]

can any of my beautiful wonderful pretty and amazing jp speaking mutuals please tell me what ibara is yelling at me when im trying to start a live

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ITS ME IM BACK TO GIVE YOU MORE TEEN GHOST

When Simon and Johnny FINALLY start dating Johnny’s dad invites them over for a bbq

Price and Johnny’s dad (I’ll give this man a name because I don’t want to keep calling him “Johnny’s dad” so I’ll just call him Noah)

So Price and Noah become friends and I mean really great friends but Nikolai doesn’t like this and thinks that Noah is trying to steal his man so he keeps giving death glares and Ava (Johnny’s mother) sees this and is like “absolutely fucking not” and so she confronts Nikolai and she’s like “you got a problem with my husband?” And she does NOT play and Nikolai isn’t going to let himself get disrespected by this 40 year old woman that’s 5’2 so he starts talking back and the it just turns into an argument

And price and Noah are the ones to break it up and Simon, Kyle, and even Farah are all hiding inside and are dying of embarrassment

Later Ava and Nikolai make up and then actually kinda become friends but they still hate each other a little so they’re frenemies

Johnny was also hiding inside with Simon but his sisters were outside cheering their mom on

(P.S at some point during the argument Ava started yelling at Nikolai in Gaelic and so Nikolai also started yelling but in Russian.)

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My names for Soap’s parents are Isaiah and Muriel but I like those!

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A MacTavish Party (teen!Ghost au)

(warning: A lot of silliness ahead. I mean, I was really trying to see how silly I could get it. Just really trying)

(Also, random facts at the end to clarify somethings)

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It was like the MacTavish family leapt into celebration when Simon and Johnny finally started dating.

Simon thought his dad sitting him down and giving him a more adult version of 'The Talk' was embarrassing, but Johnny's family was literally throwing a barbeque to celebrate. Johnny was on speaker phone with Simon and Kyle when his sisters had busted into his room and started singing a made-up song to congratulate Johnny on finally asking out his crush. 'Pussy No More' was the name they gave it.

It was the funniest thing Simon ever had the pleasure of hearing, and hearing Johnny die of embarrassment before hanging up so Simon and Kyle couldn't hear anymore just made it better. Clearly Johnny had the more embarrassing family and that made Simon feel at ease for some reason. Maybe because he didn't have to worry about his family doing something to make him want to bury himself alive.

The entire Price household was invited and Simon was told he could bring anyone else if he wanted. So, of course, Simon called Ale and asked him and Rudy to come along... and asked Alex to come (and totally not so he can watch him and Kyle squirm while in the presence of their father and Nik). Simon knew Johnny asked Hong-Jin and his sisters to have their boyfriends to be there so it wasn't like there weren't plenty going on to distract John from the clear weirdness between Alex and Kyle.

"I fucking hate you," Kyle muttered as they walked across the street to Johnny's house, Alex hanging way back behind everyone as if he was scared if he got too close that John would just know.

"Hate me all you want, doesn't change the fact that we're brothers and that you're stuck with me."

Kyle's glare hardens and Simon pretends he doesn't see it, John already at the door and ready to knock when it swung open and Johnny's family grabbed his arm and practically threw him inside. Simon saw Johnny further in the house, looking like he was arguing with his eldest sister, Eve.

"Come in, come in! Simon!"

Isaiah was a friendly man, but it felt like that friendliness increased tenfold the moment Johnny and him started officially dating. Simon was relieved that Isaiah liked him and hasn't been aggressive about Simon dating his son. It made him wonder if Johnny or anyone else had a word with Isaiah beforehand.

Simon was pulled into a hug and Simon could hear Johnny whining in the background, "Pa, please!"

Isaiah releases Simon and turns to look at his son, "I finally have another son and I'm not allowed to hug him!?"

Simon did take pride in the fact, out of all Johnny and his sisters' partners, he was the only one Isaiah liked enough to call his 'son'. That did put Simon in a tricky position with the boyfriends of Eve and Carol, both seemed desperate for Isaiah's approval. And here Simon was, getting hugged and having a party thrown over the fact he was (finally) dating Johnny.

John cleared his throat and offered up the casserole dish he carried over, "I know you said not to bring anything but-"

"Hey, I'm not going to complain. I know for a fact you are one hell of a cook! You could compare to my wife!"

Johnny grabs Simon's attention by taking his hand, Eve making 'oohing' noises when he did. He casted a quick glare at her before dragging Simon off through the house to the back garden. Kyle followed, then Farah, and then Alex.

"I'm so sorry about my dad... and my sister... and I'm just gonna go ahead and apologize for whatever the rest of my family do."

"It's like they're throwing a baby shower, welcoming a new kid into the family," mused Farah as they walked into the thankfully MacTavish (other than Johnny) vacant space.

"You would think! Pa yelled 'I have another son' after I told him about Simon and Eve's boyfriend almost started crying."

Simon wanted to feel bad for Jay considering him and Eve had been dating for a solid two years now, but the guy stole Simon's lunch that Johnny's gran packed for him and he hasn't forgiven him for that. It was her famous lamb stew, so no, he's not being petty! Johnny had a couple foldable tables set up near the back corner of the garden near the fence. There was enough space for Simon and his tagalongs and Johnny and Hong-Jin.

"Wait, where's Hong-Jin?" Kyle asked as he put his book down on the chair he had chosen.

"He's coming in a bit. What about Ale and Rudy?"

"Ale is working an extra shift at his aunt's shop and Rudy is... Actually, I have no idea what Rudy does when he's not with Ale."

"... Is he a hitman?"

Simon snorts out a surprised laugh at Alex's quiet question. Farah just rubbed her forehead, clearly trying to hide the fact she wanted to laugh at the sincere question.

Kyle groaned at his boyfriend's seriousness, "Alex-"

"JOHNNY!"

Everyone flinched at the unmistakable voice of Hong-Jin from the other side of the fence. The fence shakes as Hong-Jin suddenly pops up on the other side of the nearly seven foot privacy, climbing over. He clearly met to drop down once he was on the other side of the fence, but his shirt got caught when he let go, causing him to flip over before the fabric ripped and crash to the ground. Everyone just stared in silence, Johnny looking fed up with Hong-Jin as the boy laid there without moving, clearly just defeated by his failed attempt at being cool.

And, of course, Johnny's mother had stepped outside with a tablecloth to put on one of the tables when this occurred. And her reaction would suggest this wasn't the first time she's witnessed something like this.

"Honey! You could've just used the side gate!" Muriel called, not even a bit worried about the boy as he finally got off the ground.

"Fence was quicker," Hong-Jin squawked out, the air knocked out of his lungs and his words not carrying like they normally do.

Hong-Jin straightens his back, Muriel making sure he was okay before she went back inside. The moment she went inside, Hong-Jin turned to Johnny, and in a voice only low enough so anyone from inside couldn't hear him, he asked a question.

"You still a virgin?"

"HONG-JIN WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Johnny's face turned red and Simon's did too as Farah, Kyle, and Alex started laughing hysterically. Johnny lunged at Hong-Jin with the clear intent to strangle him, the boy dodging to the side while somehow keeping his composure.

"It's an honest question! Are you gonna wait 'til marriage or-?"

God, he's just like Ale.

Simon covered his face, Farah patting his shoulder while wheezing. Johnny continued trying to fight Hong-Jin, face burning bright while he cussed out his friend. The yelling summoned Isaiah, who just froze Johnny and Hong-Jin in place with just a single glance.

"Johnny! We have guests!"

John walked out beside Isaiah, "Oh, don't worry about having a filter. I've heard worse when I served."

Isaiah whipped around to look at John, "You served!?"

That sparked something and the two men started talking, walking back inside. Johnny blinks before he looks at Simon and Kyle.

"Our dads just became best friends. I just know it."

Simon snorts and Johnny would abandon his mission to kill Hong-Jin. The evening would continue on and everyone would start helping bring out food for the grill and setting up a table for all of the dishes (the cold dishes being kept inside until later). Johnny's grandmother would appear, giving Simon a firm hug before she would turn to Hong-Jin.

"Honey, my sweet! I'm so glad you came! Does your mother want some food for later?"

"Gran, we already have so many of your containers!"

"You can bring them back with more of that kimchi your mother makes," Gran said with a smile.

"I'll ask my Umma to make some more for you."

"I would love that. And I would love it more if you didn't try jumping the fence with it."

Johnny had mentioned that his grandmother and mother were best friends with Hong-Jin's own grandmother and mother. They were friends before they had even known about each other, which led to them meeting and inevitably becoming friends. He was a practical MacTavish (by Johnny's mother and grandmother's words) and Simon was somewhat nervous about joining that status.

"Who wants to bet who will get here first: Nik or Alejandro or Rudy?"

"Ale and Rudy are coming around seven... Nik will probably spawn in the driveway after work or whatever the hell he does."

"Construction."

"Hmm, still don't believe that."

Kyle snorts and Simon rolls his eyes. All attention turned towards the house as Isaiah came out and went to the grill. Knowing that the MacTavish family was filled with amazing cooks, everyone started getting excited. Food, MacTavish made. Can't get better than that! Everyone started coming outside, Johnny's sisters and their boyfriends, his parents, grandmother, and John came out with Nik.

"Nik's here... before Ale and Rudy? Pay up!"

"Fuck, there goes my ten dollars."

"Shouldn't have betted on the horniest guy we know and his perfect boyfriend who he worships to show up before Nik."

"Why did you say his name like that?"

Simon decided to step into the house to call Ale, dodging affections from Nik who clearly had the intent of embarrassing him as he did. When he returned outside, Johnny ran up to him and whispered.

"There's a cake with 'pre-married' on it that Eve brought. I am so sorry-"

After dying from the description of the cake, the barbeque went off smoothly. Isaiah and John were attached at the hip at the grill, talking like they were old friends while Nik silently watched them from the food table. Simon was trying to stick with Kyle and Farah but they followed Alex when he got grabbed by Hong-Jin and now they were... dancing? They were doing something inside the house in the living room that appeared to be dancing. So Simon stuck with Johnny who soon was snatched by his mother and grandmother into the house straight to the kitchen.

Which left Simon, alone at the table because he was too nervous about following Johnny into the kitchen and definitely didn't want to join whatever madness the others were doing in the living room. He was debating on joining Nik where he was when Jay and Carol's boyfriend (was it Oliver?) walked over to him and sat down. Simon tensed up, having not spent any alone time with the two like... ever.

Jay was twenty-two and Oliver was nineteen, so they were old. And considering how Carol was, Oliver was weird.

"So, finally said 'fuck it' and got with a MacTavish," Jay started, speaking in a low voice like he might summon one of Johnny's family by mentioning their surname.

Oliver grunts, "Already the favorite, too..."

Jay grins, "How'd you cheat the system?"

"Maybe it's because his dad's military. Look at them, Isaiah could kiss him!"

Oliver said that in a particular louder tone than what Jay had been speaking in, clearly with no shame or fear. Coincidentally, Nik's rather blank staring had hardened and he looked less than friendly by this point. Simon blinked when he noticed, unable to recall the last time he ever had seen Nik make that face.

Eve walks over to them and Simon relaxes as she grabs Jay by the ear, "You! Stop tormenting my little brother!"

Simon always did like Eve.

"Babe- AH!"

Jay gets up and moves away from Simon, ear trapped in Eve's hold but he made no attempt to free it. Oliver blinked when Eve snapped her gaze on him, standing quickly and leaving towards the grill where Carol was talking with her dad.

"Go inside, Si. Think Johnny could use some saving from Ma and Gran."

Simon snorts before he stands and quickly makes his way inside. The moment Simon passed by the kitchen and Johnny saw him, he immediately started trying to get away from his mother and grandmother. Both women were speaking in Gaelic, sounding very loving yet sad. Maybe reminiscing memories.

"Ma- Gran-"

"Can I see my boyfriend?"

It was like using that word flipped a switch, Muriel and Emery gasp before they started cooing. Using the 'B' word seemed to strike them in the heart, freeing Johnny from their hold and letting him leave with Simon. Johnny was blushing, grinning as they walked into the hall.

"What?" Simon asked while matching his infectious smile.

"You called me your boyfriend."

"Is that not what you are?"

Johnny's smile widens, stepping closer to Simon. Simon felt his heart beat fast with how close Johnny was getting. But he didn't back away, he even leaned forward. The honking of a horn out front of the house made them snap out of their daze, blinking in surprise at the sudden, very loud and familiar noise.

"Simon! Lamejandro is here!"

Johnny couldn't help but laugh, having not heard Farah's 'affectionate' nickname for Alejandro before. Simon ran out of the house, finding Alejandro and Rudy getting out of Alejandro's car. Simon was quick to smack Alejandro's shoulder, the boy gasping in a feigned hurt as he clutched the box of drinks to his chest.

“How dare you!?”

"Told you to not honk the horn," Rudy said bluntly as he walked past Alejandro, patting Simon's shoulder as he goes by, “Congrats on getting a man, finally.”

Alejandro wheezes as Simon bites his tongue. This was going to be a long night, he just knows. They head back inside and Farah looks at Alejandro from her place on the living room floor, Hong-Jin beside her. Alejandro froze when they made eye contact, Hong-Jin looking at Farah as if he was waiting for her to make the first move on how to proceed.

“Can you dance, Lamejandro?”

Rudy quickly grabbed the drinks from Alejandro when it looked like the boy was going to either drop them or throw them to the floor.

“Oh? Can I dance?”

“That was the question, are you deaf?”

Simon snickers and leads Rudy to the dining room where a lot of drinks and utensils were being kept, “She’s going to bury him alive.”

“I’ll help her.”

Simon looks at Rudy, “I thought he was the ‘love of your life’?”

Rudy just looked at Simon while he placed the box down, “You know just as well as I that Ale’s ego needs to come down several hundred notches. If nothing is done it’s going to pop.”

Simon laughs as Johnny walks into the dining room. Rudy turns and looks at him, Johnny freezing in place. That’s what happens when you’re effortlessly gorgeous, you freeze people in their tracks… also Rudy could be terrifying. Johnny would’ve remained frozen there if Simon didn’t motion him to come over. Rudy showed mercy and looked away, allowing Johnny to walk over.

Of course, something had to happen. Though things were weird, it was expected. But Simon was really hoping nothing bad would happen, or anything negative. He expected too much considering so many interesting people (adults and children) were shoved into the same place. Andy, the youngest of Johnny’s sisters, ran in. She spotted him and Simon and pointed to the door she just ran from. Simon’s blood ran cold when he heard a steady rise of voices, an unmistakable argument.

“Ma’s ‘bout to fight that weird guy with the sunglasses!”

WHAT-

Simon was out the door, Johnny right behind him, before Andy could say any more. And there they were, Nik and Muriel MacTavish, yelling at each other in their respective mother languages. Simon picked up on most of what Nik was saying, which made him cringe. He didn’t understand anything Johnny’s mom was saying but judging by her family’s faces… it probably was on par with Nik’s obscenities.

Johnny’s grandmother came over and ushered Simon and Johnny inside, Andy slipping around them to join her sisters in cheering for their mother while their boyfriends watched in awed silence. The last thing Simon saw before being pushed inside was his dad getting in front Nik and pushing him back while Isaiah just came over and scooped up his wife and moved her away.

“Oh- Go sit with your friends. I’ll handle this.”

The look in Gran’s eyes made it impossible for Simon to doubt her. She went back out the door and it closed a little harder than what was necessary, Gaelic being muttered under her breath, and Simon staring at it in horror. Johnny silently grabbed his hand as they heard the yelling suddenly stop, both of them walking back to the living room rather quickly. Everyone greeted them with staring, wide eyes and not a single one of them daring to say anything.

Simon tugged Johnny along and they sat down on the couch where Alex was. Alex stared at them, eyes flickering to Kyle who was on the floor (maybe doing some strange alien dance before everything happened) as if to ask him how to proceed. The only thing keeping Alejandro from saying something was Rudy’s firm hold on his bicep. And Hong-Jin just looked too in shock to say anything.

So Farah said something.

“What the fuck is going on out there?”

“Nik-“

“Was fighting with my mom…”

Everyone became horrified.

“… well, so much for a wedding-“

Hong-Jin was smacked and Simon was flooded with fucking embarrassment over everything he just witnessed. Of course Nik would some how get into a fight with Johnny’s lovely mother! Of course he would-

Kyle ended up going to spy out the dining room window to see if he could learn anything. Simon was just replaying the image of Nik and Muriel yelling at each other, red faced and the clear fact that everything was escalating. Simon couldn’t recall ever seeing Nik like that… and it disturbed him. He was always so calm, silent in anger but always kept his head level. The most he ever had was a blank expression, a twitching eye and a tone in his voice. Not that.

“Si,” Farah said, Simon turning look at her.

She seemed to know what he was thinking and just reached over and placed her hand on his knee. Simon feels Johnny lean against him and he breathes out. God, something just had to happen…

Alex stood and went to go check on Kyle after a few minutes of uneasy silence. Simon and Johnny just leaned against each other, Farah sitting next to Simon and Hong-Jin, Alejandro, and Rudy sat on the floor. No one knew what to say, none of them expecting something like this to happen, not when everyone was so excited and happy. It just came out of nowhere. Everything was too quiet from the adults and Johnny’s sisters and their boyfriends, and Kyle hasn’t returned with any news.

The silence ticked on and it became too much for Simon. Alejandro noticed and cleared his throat.

“So… I was gonna wait until later to be a smartass but-!” Alejandro jumped up, “I think I’ll give it to you now. Be right back.”

Alejandro leaves, Simon hearing the front door opening and closing. Rudy just sighed, obviously knowing what Alejandro was getting.

“He thought it would be funny…”

“Thought what would be funny?”

“Matching tombstones,” Hong-Jin joked and Johnny snickered in response.

Farah rolled her eyes, “Bit expensive for a joke.”

Rudy grins, “You have no idea what Ale is willing to do for a joke. He will dip into his college savings his dad set up to accomplish one if he has to.”

Simon laughs knowing it was true. Alejandro loved a good, elaborate joke or prank. He could believe him misusing the money his dad saved up for him for a joke… but only if it would be hysterical. He’s not that eager to dance with death.

Alejandro returns, a rather small box in his hands. The smirk on his face made Simon groan, pre-annoyed by whatever was in that box. Johnny was staring hard at it, like he was trying to look through the box to see what was in it.

“Ale… I’m going to kill you.”

Johnny leans over to look in the box after Simon finally spoke after a moment of silence, “Wha- No-“

Alejandro starts laughing, proud of himself clearly, as Simon takes out a fucking collar. Hong-Jin starts cackling, Farah covering her mouth and snorting at the sight. Rudy just sighed, though he was definitely amused by his boyfriend’s antics. Simon drops the collar back into the box before he hands it off to Johnny. Simon stands and Alejandro jumps away, his laughter becoming more erratic as Simon tries to grab him.

After minute Simon managed to Alejandro, and that’s when Kyle and Alex returned from the dining room.

“Hey, I think-,” Kyle stopped talking when he entered the room, Alex bumping into his back as a result.

Simon releases Alejandro after Kyle stares at him for a good five seconds, of course judging him.

“So- Uh, find out anything?”

More judging staring before Kyle finally says something, “I think they resolved whatever that was. They were talking but whatever they were talking about made Johnny’s sisters get bored.”

Johnny snorts, “Oh yea, they’ve made up.”

The rest of that evening was rather tame. There was no more fighting or shouting matches, just smooth sailing. Whatever Gran did worked because now Nik and Muriel were rubbing shoulders, probably being even more friendly than what John and Isaiah were. Simon was glad whatever that was was now over, he was still mortified by the whole thing.

“At least they’re friends now…” Johnny murmured as he sat next to Simon in the corner.

“I was scared they were going to throw punches,” Simon mutters back.

“My ma would win.”

Simon snorts, the image of a man Nik’s size getting taken down by Johnny’s tiny mother was rather hilarious, “I’d pay to see that.”

Eve had pulled out lawn darts and Simon had a feeling it would be safer to sit in the corner away from Alejandro. Rudy was standing behind him, trying to get him to not fuck around because he might hurt someone. Hong-Jin was no help because he was daring him to launch the dart at a bottle balanced on a fence post.

“Ale, no-“

“ALE-“

Of course Alejandro had to throw it. He cannot refuse a dare, his ego wouldn’t allow it.

“What did you do with the box?”

“I- SHIT-“

Johnny jumps up and runs into the house. The last thing they needed was someone finding a box with collar with Simon’s name on it. That would really be the icing on the cake.

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Fun Fact/pieces of information for the fic!:

'Honey' is Johnny's gran and mom's nickname for Hong-Jin cuz they think he's a very sweet boy :) (Johnny called him ‘Honey’ once and got slapped because he wasn’t allowed to use it)

Eve is Johnny's eldest sister, she is in college and is twenty-one. Carol is eighteen. Andy is sixteen (she torments Johnny the most out of the sisters because of how close in age they are)

Johnny's dad is around 6'7-6'8 while his mom is barely 5'3

Rudy is trans, still working on fleshing out his story in the au. Hopefully some more things with Rudy to help build up his background in the future!

Isaiah is described to be ‘oblivious’ and scattered brained. It’s just undiagnosed ADHD (where do think Johnny got it from?)

Jay and Oliver are decent guys, they're just a version of weird Simon isn't too familiar with. They're kind of jealous Isaiah jumped on liking Simon so much so quick but they don't care too much considering they're still liked and a part of the family

I have two sets of names for Soap's family. One set is used for when Soap has a good relationship with them in the au/fic and the other set is for when they aren't on good terms! (though I haven't had a chance to use the other set of names yet)

[bigfatbimbo]

i saw u wanted val requests and well hes my fav. this isnt rlly a requst so much a thought tht has been festering in my brain and im too scared to post on my own acct imagine breaking val. imagine taking the time to ruin his grandiose showboating persona. he's always so cocky and arrogant, even when he got used to bottoming he remained an arrogant prick. he would smirk and act like a brat the whole time. it was fun sometimes. not always. you wanted so badly to see his arrogant face in tears. thats how he got here. tied tightly with ropes making sure he had no way to escape. of course this was accompanied by another arrogant comment "so tight, chiqui~ you worried i might flip the script?" you rolled your eyes. tying the silk blindfold to his face was met with similar comments and teasing. but what he didnt expect was you to slip away to sit in the corner of the room. at first he's sitting, waiting impatiently with the occasional comment. he expects at any minute you'll bring him a fun toy to fill his holes or to slap him around. maybe you're getting undressed and he'll soon feel your hands all over him. as time ticks longer he makes more comments, each growing more irritated in tone. it doesnt take more than 30 minutes for him to begin to get truly angry at you. hes yelling, cursing, screaming violent threats at you. its the farthest you've seen his facade fall. his body twisting and fighting his bonds as he tries as hard as he can to free himself. he can't. now its been 50 minutes and his thrashing has only gotten worse. his comments of harsh threats as loud as he can have turned his voice hoarse until he's making rough whining. his wings twist and write against his bonds kicking up little gusts of winds as he strains himself so hard you're worried he's going to get hurt. so you speak. "calm down, you'll hurt yourself" at the sound of your voice his whole body perks up and he tries to find your voice. finally you hear it, a pathetic whimper from his hoarse voice. "chiqui?" its so sad and sweet like a whimper from a kicked animal you almost wouldn't know its him. "im right here." you assure him finally getting up from your seat. tears start spilling from beneath the blindfold as he fights against his bonds, weaker this time. you place a gentle hand on his chest. "im right here." you repeat as his bound arms try desperately to get to you. "want you... n.. need you." you crawl over him and gently lift his blind fold exposing his tear eyes to you. you rub your thumb gently over his cheek to brush away his tears. "im right here for you, val. tell me what you need." "need you." he rubbed his head against your hand. "need mmm" you immediately retracted your hand and looked at him with a stern look while keeping your tone gentle. "you need to use your words." another whimper left his lips. "t-touch me please just. use me. need you so b-bad i dont care how i-" your hands were back on him in moments, making quick work of some of his bonds. mostly you were making sure he could flex his wings comfortably. before you turned him on his stomach. "you're such a good boy." you cooed in his ear which was met with shaky purring from deep in his chest. with all his showboating broken it was going to be fun breaking him down to a sobbing begging mess.

WOAH. GANG. IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS. GOOD MORNING???

Nah this made me forget i’m a writer like WHAT NEXT??? WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT??? Part two in my inbox NOW. I’m on my hands and knees.

No because like “use me” from Val has got be acting up. I’m clawing at the walls of my enclosure. Him breaking down into tears when he hears your voice because he’s so desperate to be touched, because the poor baby can’t even go one full hour without your attention. IM COOKED.

Anyways, i’m impressed, and this delivered on so many levels. I’d sell my soul to have more anons like you in my askbox, much love lil homie. PEACE ✌️

[lilacxoz]

Just Three - Kaveh & Alhaitham

F!reader.

Double penetration, use of ‘good girl’ briefly, not really hate sex but kinda implied, spanking, creampie, oral sex.

Being sex partners with the two most annoying people was fun. Well, the sex was, not the constant arguments. First it was who used up all the hot water in the morning, and then it was who ate whos food in the fridge. But when all that pent up frustration came to the surface, it was pleasure city.

The three of you came to an agreement one heated night. Kaveh had used up all the hot water and Alhaitham was annoyed at the argument because he was stressed and working on some papers in his room. "We just need to de stress," Kaveh had suggested. You and Alhaitham eventually agreed and came to the 'Just Three Agreement', in which the three of you have sex and destress as long as it's exclusive, for health reasons.

So now here you were, walking into the house as Kaveh and Alhaitham argue at each other in the kitchen. You decide to leave it for now because all you wanted to do was get out of your day clothes.

"You're a sly bastard with no respect for others, I cannot believe you did that to me!" Kaveh yells, making you groan. If you didn't intervene then it would get ugly, so you step out in just your tee shirt and socks, not caring since they've both seen you naked multiple times.

"What is the problem, please tell me so you both can stop arguing and I can take a nap!" You burst out before letting out a stressed breath and hopping up on the counter. Two pair of angry eyes meet yours, surprised a bit to see Alhaitham look so upset.

"This filthy bastard pushed me into a hole in the desert, all because of a few books!" Kaveh heaved, pointing a finger at the ash-haired male next to him.

"Maybe that should teach you not to mess up fucking MONTHS OF NOTES!" Alhaitham yells, his voice loud and deep that it shocks you and Kaveh a little.

"Okay, why don't we start with you 'Haitham, tell me what happened in your perspective."

"Sure," he blew out an angry breath, "I was at the library finishing up my notes for the past six months. But as I'm gluing in the final pieces to the book, dear old Kaveh comes up to me, startles me and makes me knock over all the glue on every single page. Months, FUCKING MONTHS of notes, gone." He runs a hand through his hair as he leans his hip against the counter. You look over to Kaveh for his side, to which he clears his throat to tell his side.

"Look, I didn't mean to startle him, all I wanted to know is if he wanted to split traveling costs with me because I know he's low on Mora. But I felt bad, I really did! I just don't know or  understand why he had to go and push me down a literal sand mountain on," he used air quotes, "accident. I started bleeding and had to get a stitch!"

You take in each story, it was obvious both were in the wrong but for all the wrong reasons. Kaveh just wanted to ask a question but knowing him, he probably made some snarky comment after scaring 'Haitham. And with Alhaitham, he definitely could've handled it better but you had to put yourself in his position to rationalize with his actions

"You're both in the wrong okay? Yes it's terrible Kaveh made you lose months of notes and I can help with that, but that doesn't give you the right to break his face open. Second, Kaveh you and I both know you left out parts in that story, stop provoking people." Kaveh made a face from being called out, of course he knew he wouldn't get away with it but he tried.

"Oh sweet y/n, please come help me destress," Kaveh whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your neck. Your eyes widened at the suddenness.

"Oh gods no," Alhaitham protested, taking you from Kaveh's grasp and holding your back to his chest. Kaveh'a eyes widened as he watched his rival place kisses along your neck, his hands groping your breasts. You moaned at the action and embarrassment, body heating up like molten rock.

"Two can play at that," Kaveh challenged, taking your thighs in his hands as your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding up your bottom as Alhaitham holds your top. Kaveh's soft lips attacked yours in a sweet explosion. His kisses were always so soft and romantic, while Alhaitham's were more rough and dominant.

You moaned from Kaveh's kisses and his rival sucking on your neck. Your core was completely exposed to Kaveh, his hips rolling against your own. You moved a hand to the back of Alhaitham's neck and one behind Kaveh's, letting his tongue explore your mouth.

It eventually became to much overestimation, Kaveh letting you back down and Alhaitham pulling away to admire the deep marks on your neck and shoulder. "Let's continue in my room," you say, dragging both men to your room with wobbly knees. As soon as the door closed, they were on you like animals.

Alhaitham held you from behind, moving your head so he could trap you in one of his rough and passionate kisses. Meanwhile, Kaveh was shrugging out of his cape and belt before he kneeled in front of you. "You're gonna be good and let the shitty architect eat you out? Yeah you will," Alhaitham cooed, slipping his hands up your shirt and thumbing your pebbled nipples. You let out a gasp as the feeling of your sensitive nipples being toyed with and Kaveh's tongue working on your clit.

"Ah~!" You moan out, body responding to both stimulations. Kaveh introduced two fingers into your dripping cunt, his tongue working wonders on your clit. It was all so much, your first orgasm of the night being a beautifully blended one of all three stimulations. Alhaitham went right back to kissing you as Kaveh cleaned you up and settled onto the side of your bed. Alhaitham pulled away and bent you over Kaveh.

"You're gonna suck his dick while I get you ready to take us both, you can do that can't you?" You nod, your eyes already filling up with tears from all the stimulation.

"Good girl~" Kaveh purs, leaning back a bit as he unzips his pants, discarding them completely along with your top. Alhaitham does the same, taking off his top while his fingers tease your pussy. Now you're left with your knees on the bed, bent over so your face to face with Kaveh's cock. Your eyes widen as you slip it in your mouth at the same time Alhaitham slips his cock inside you. One thing both  men could agree on was how much you turned them on, and even that alone was enough to have them share you.

You squealed as Alhaitham slapped your ass with such force that it left your ass red. He chuckled, starting an easy pace while you started to suck on Kaveh's pink tip. Kaveh let out a soft moan, tangling his hand in your hair, helping you take all of him. It was hard to focus on sucking Kaveh off when Alhaitham was thrusting into you so good, but every time you stopped for a second the man behind you would give your ass a nice slap.

"That's it, take it all in," Kaveh groaned, watching you choke on his cock. With Alhaitham's rough thrusts, you didn't even need to bob your head, Kaveh holding you down as he enjoyed watching you choke on him. When he finally let you breathe, mascara stains ran from your eyes to your chin, making him even more turned on then before.

"I think she's ready for us both, don't ya think?" Kaveh asks Alhaitham, making him pull out of you. The emptiness left you whining, the scribe nodding as he helps you into position. You were straddling Kaveh, hands planted on his chest as his hands held your ass. You gasped at just both of their tips inside. Sure, you've taken both of them but never in the same hole. You trusted them, letting them help ease themselves inside of you.

"You have to relax baby," Alhaitham cooes, caressing your hair out of your face, a few strands sticking to your sweaty face. You nodded, trying to be as relaxed as possible. It helped with the soothing caresses of Kaveh's hands on your thighs and Alhaitham's arms wrapping around your waist with his face buried in your neck. The fit was tight and hurt, but it felt good. They took it slow and easy with you, having the same slow pace just to get you used to it. Eventually, that pain turned into a pleasurable itch that hit you deep inside; foreign noises escaping your throat from the pleasure.

Your voice bounced off the walls, the men picking up the pace as their own orgasms were on the horizon. The need to fill you full with both of their cum was unbearable, your stomach fluttering as your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your stamina was depleting fast but you didn't care, you had never felt so full in your life, both of them hitting so many spots you didn't know you needed hit.

"F-Fuck! Oh, I'm c-cumming so hard~!" You scream/moan out, eyes screwing shut as your mouth is left agape. The burst of pleasure hits you like a tsunami and tornado mixed together, hands shaking as the two men fucking you pick up speed. It wasn't long before Kaveh came first, shooting load after load into you before it's mixed with Alhaitham's.

They both pulled out as you collapsed onto the sheets next to the architect, the scribe following soon after. Alhaitham lifted your leg, a mirror perfectly placed in front of the three of you and the men watch the cum leak from you. Their cocks spring back into action from the sight alone.

"Think you can go again princess?" Kaveh asks, to which you give a small nod. It wouldn't be the first time both of them fucked you until you couldn't even breath or keep your eyes open.

[leejungchans]

seventeen as streamer boyfriends

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : is streamer au on the table for the 1k event :0 if it is then can i request hcs of svt as ur streamer bf :3 if not then u can just ignore this / change it up , no worries !! thenkuu n congrats on the 1k :D

a/n: thank you so much for the well wishes and for requesting 💗 i hope you like this and i had a lot of fun writing this!!

word count | 1.6k

pairing | seventeen x gn!reader

genre | fluff, streamer au

note | i’m not a gamer by any means so there’s a lot of gaming terminology/games that idk, so most of the games mentioned here i looked up online 💔 also tyty to my lovely nny @joshuas @seungcy for helping me w some of these <3

warning(s) / includes | mild swearing, food mentions

⋆͛♡⋆͛ seungcheol

definitely a gamer. gets really, really competitive and probably lets a few muttered curses slip when he loses, before realising he’s streaming live and turns to the camera with an innocent smile, like “if you’re a child please pretend you never heard anything ☺️”. no one’s really complaining though because he’s attractive when he’s frustrated, especially whenever his jaw clenches and he rolls up his sleeves before starting over. his viewers always know when you’re around because he always has the most lovesick smile as he looks off-camera and mouths something to you, usually a “hi, baby” or asking if you want to come say hi to everyone. he’s literally soooo boyfie and his viewers always joke about wanting to steal him from you…that is, until you started appearing more in his streams and now they want to steal you, which makes him so pouty.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ jeonghan

mostly games during his streams and yells when he loses or dies unexpectedly, his viewers don’t really mind because his yells sound really cute. sometimes he’ll join public servers and when he comes across snobby, entitled kids he makes it a very personal mission to humble them. “hannie, did you just make another twelve-year-old rage quit?” “mm…maybe…” prefers to keep your identity private, but during some particularly stressful games he’ll ask for cuddles and his viewers can see him wrapping his arms around your torso, squishing his cheek against you with a pout on his face while he whines about how hard the game is. a menace (affectionate), will have asmr streams just so he can suddenly scream and scare the shit out of everyone, no one knows why they still fall for it.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ joshua

the softest, most wholesome streamer. everyone wants him and wants to be him. streams a wide variety of content from baking and cooking to jamming sessions where he plays his guitar and covers different songs. regardless, his streams always look really aesthetically pleasing, especially during his jamming sessions when he changes his colour-changing light to blue or purple for the ~vibes~. everyone loves his voice because it’s so dreamy and melodic, so despite him involving sunday morning in every. single. stream. no one tells him to stop. talks about you all the time and it’s just so painfully obvious how in love he is because everything reminds him of you. “i’m making ___ for dinner because it’s their favourite”, “i saw a really cute cat today and it looked so much like them”, “i wonder when they’ll be home, they’ve been gone for a while”. (it’s only been half an hour…)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ jun

another gamer! usually pretty quiet when he’s gaming except when he lets out loud groans or yells after losing, think jeonghan’s asmr from hell except in jun’s case the sudden sounds are unintentional 😭 when he gets especially heated he starts rambling or swearing in mandarin and it’s so fast that barely anyone can catch what he’s saying. takes a break from gaming by streaming more chill content, like answering his viewers’ questions while inviting you to take the most absurd buzzfeed quizzes with him like “which unpopular pizza topping matches your personality”. makes your stomach hurt from laughing every time because he gets oddly (yet endearingly) defensive about the results since they’re never accurate. (“what the fuck is ‘anchovy’ supposed to mean???”)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ soonyoung

tried to play the more intense games like league of legends, call of duty and five nights at freddy’s before realising they’re not really his thing, so now he streams himself playing animal crossing and it’s soooo wholesome. his house is tiger-themed from the wallpaper to the flooring to the decor, and his viewers are 120% supportive of his mission to collect all the tiger villagers for his island for max horangi power 🐯✊ sometimes you’ll play too and it’ll consist of at least ten minutes of you two chasing and whacking each other with your nets while giggling manically. he also started occasionally streaming him dancing or creating new choreographies and his duality always shocks those who are new to his channel.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ wonwoo

the Ultimate™ gamer bf, you can’t change my mind—he was made for this au. sometimes he’s so focused on the game that he forgets he’s streaming and all you hear is the sound of furious typing, but he makes up for it by looking cute in the cat-ear headphones that you got him. you didn’t expect him to wear them while streaming, but ever since you gifted him those headphones he has never gone back to his previous ones. he later bought you the same cat-ear headphones but in a different colour so you could match <3 gives really good advice when he’s chatting to his viewers in between games and they love how soft-spoken and wise he is.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ jihoon

most of his streams are him pulling all-nighters in his studio working on music, even if he’s not particularly chatty in those times he still really appreciates having his viewers’ company because it can sometimes get lonely being cooped up inside :( but ever since he started dating you, you make frequent appearances on his streams to chat with his viewers while holding his hand as he works <3 if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll tease his soon-to-be-released song (everyone went crazy over “shit, this is red too”). somehow became friends with soonyoung which treated his viewers to interesting autotuned raps about being a tiger……rawr.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ seokmin

has the voice of an angel, so he blesses us mortal folk by streaming his heavenly song covers. brings his friends (cough, joshua, cough) to sing duets with him whenever possible. the sweetest boy on the platform and does his best to respond to every live comment even though they whizz by so quickly </3 it’s impossible to feel sad when you’re watching his streams, every bit of him radiates positive energy. occasionally does more lifestyle-esque streams, usually of you two running errands together. one time you two rated all the dogs you came across on the street from 1-10. (spoiler: every dog got 11)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ mingyu

the malewife of the platform who games occasionally. his viewers think it’s both hilarious and adorable when a beefy, six-foot man curls up into a tiny ball while playing horror games. (playfully) flirts with his viewers and gives the camera seductive glances, but panics when it leads to a sudden influx of tips and begs people to stop giving him money 😭 constantly demands cuddles and kisses when he loses a game. his viewers love watching his cooking streams where he tests out new recipes because it’s really just him doing 90% of the work but still acting like you won masterchef for cutting one (1) onion. never gets annoyed when you sneak bites of food in between preparations, he thinks you’re cute <3

⋆͛♡⋆͛ minghao

think modern bob ross where he invites his viewers to grab a snack and relax as he paints whatever inspires him in the moment. everyone is begging for a closet tour at this point because he’s never worn a bad outfit from the day he started his channel. asmr not from hell: also does streams where he makes paint from scratch because the sounds of him grinding pigments or his palette knife gently scraping against the glass are very soothing. occasionally he’ll invite you to do cute couple challenges with him, like following a bob ross video but with audio only which always ends in a fit of contagious giggles during the moment of truth.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ seungkwan

such a sweet person :( is here to have a good time, so he’s pretty active and loves doing chatty streams where he plays trivia games with his viewers. keeps up with the gossip especially if you’re a long-time viewer, will absolutely ask you for updates on your pet goldfish stacy. did you buy her a bigger tank like you said you would last time? regularly streams with vernon where they play games like quiplash, questions their friendship and his life every time vernon comes up with a cursed answer. his viewers love whenever you join him while he’s watching true crime documentaries, there’s just something so endearing about you two stuffing your faces with snacks while complaining about how incompetent the authorities responsible for those unsolved cases were.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ vernon

unbothered king, here for the vibes. @/seungcy says he’s the type to play valorant and stare into the camera like 😳 when he wins. has really good taste in music and graphic tees, probably has tons of vinyl records lying in the back or hanging on the walls. makes seungkwan heavily question their friendship with his quiplash answers. started weekly movie watches because he’ll take any excuse to rewatch the shrek movies. the two of you are also on a mission to rank the barbie movies though you always get distracted by the songs and end up belting them at the top of your lungs. it’s okay, his viewers forget about your rankings too because you look so cute resting your head on his shoulder with his hand on your knee <3 (island princess has yet to be dethroned)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ chan

kinda sucks at games (affectionate) but he makes up for it with determination and perseverance, and his viewers let it slide because he’s cute. asks for game recommendations and regrets it every time because people won’t stop making him play the spooky ones. is terrified and flinches at the tiniest noises but will vehemently deny it. no one is allowed to bring up the time he screamed when you barged into the room asking him what type of pizza to order. also likes watching romance movies/shows while you’re wearing your matching hoodies and cuddling. if you see him crying at the sad parts just move along and don’t point it out <3 he’s cute ig.

a/n: writing this was fun!! tysm for reading and i hope you liked it!!

please reblog and/or give feedback if you enjoyed my writing ! support the creators and content you wish to continue seeing <3

[fhrlclln]

Omg so like what if reader is at a party and it's late at night but there are some guys there that are scaring her. Her dad isn't home to call to come pick her up and she can't drive since she's been drinking so she calls eddie instead. He does have a reputation in town and he looks mean so when he shows up everyone kinda moves out of his way and he goes to look for her. Once he gets her home and cleaned up for bed he starts scolding her for being so thoughtless (responsible eddie showing his age lol) but she starts to cry because he's never talked to her like that and he ends up feeling really bad and it's just them having like a little fluffy moment. Also I'm thinking this is like further down in their relationship where her parents know about them and stuff.

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

I LOVE THIS IDEAAAA, thank you anons 🙌

and yes, eddie being his old matured ass, he is very protective of reader. i am kneeling rn. 🧎‍♀️

also, so sorry i took so long to respond !!

also here’s the imagine connected to this !! older!mechanic! eddie

suggestive themes under the cut

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“pick up, pick up, pick up. pleaseeee.” you muttered to yourself nervously, the landline phone on your ear close, glancing back and forth from where you are in the kitchen, glancing to see the group of guys staring at you from the far corner of the living room. the sea of people dancing only the barrier as you quickly looked away. you cringed, glad you still had some sense even though you felt drunk as hell. a party had been going on the up street neighborhood, it was like all house parties, everyone is invited and everyone is free to join. college frat parties like so.

it was fun at first, but you are just itching to go home now after one dude had been too intent on asking you out a while ago. you already told him you had a boyfriend— which was entirely true, but the said creep didn’t back down after countless no’s and fuck off’s. but you managed to stray away, and now his group are watching you like hawks, ready to strike at your most vulnerable. which is why your drinking stop, you already felt tingly and dizzy and it was time to go home. the music was getting boring anyway.

you opted to call your dad but he wasn’t home, probably having a drink with his friends too. you couldn’t call your mom, knowing she’s asleep and could literally yell at you for being at a party and would make things worse for your headache. you decided it would be eddie, who’d you call. your parents trust him enough knowing the established relationship between you two. and to mention, your dad is so very fond of him. a win-win perhaps.

“hello, who is this?” your breath stilled as the ringing finally stopped as you heard his voice. not enough time to respond back, still a little dizzy as he cuts you off. “if this is that one jackass prankster who keeps barking, i’m fuck—“

“eddie. it’s m-me.” you meekly replied, feeling groggy as you hiccupped.

“sweetheart? what’s going on? where are you?” he immediately asked as you hummed sleepily. wanting for him to be here.

“can you come pick me up?” you hiccupped, “‘m at a party right now. i need you.” you glanced back to the group of guys staring at you. you let out a shaky sigh ass you could hear eddie shuffling in the other line. “there’s a bunch of creeps staring at me. please hurry up.”

“creeps? baby, are you alone?” eddie asked worriedly, hearing the music blare in the background of your voice.

“y-yeah. ‘m friends—“ you hiccuped, lying a bit knowing he’ll be mad that you’re alone. “my friends are somewhere h-here…i’m in the kitchen.” you gulped, feeling the nausea slowly start to sink in. you whined as you rest your head on the wall, holding the landline phone dearly on your ear.

“give me the address now. i’ll be there soon.” you muttered the address coherently, saying it two times wanting him to come to you quickly. the sound of a squeaky door opened loudly on the other line as eddie’s footsteps were heard. “you just stay there where you are, sweets. do not fucking go anywhere alone.”

“i will, eddie.” you whispered hearing him hang up as you lazily put the phone back on the receiver. you leaned on the counter, sobering up a bit as you tried your best not to fall down on your ass.

to say,

eddie was fuming, in utter complete rage. he swerved his van to a vacant spot in front the roaring house. getting out hurriedly as he slammed his van door shut. the party was still lively with a lot of people in it from outside to inside. music blasting from the inside, horny young adults kissing, drinking— he could remember the times he had been in parties back then making bucks from dealing, but that didn’t mattered now. he can smell the alcohol as he neared the door. he opened it, earning the attention of the people near the entrance.

“shit, that’s mr. munson—“ one of the boys muttered, staring at the leathered jacket man with a hint of fear in his face. eddie felt the whole room stare at him now, all partially intrigued and intimated seeing the tall mean-looking man step forward to the sea of people. a shiver ran down eddie’s spine, concealing his discomfort of the stares, it felt he was in highschool again— which sucked.

“move.” he grumbled to the dancing people blocking him towards the kitchen. they immediately part a way for him, seeing him already unpleased with the scent of sweat and alcohol in the air. god, he hated parties so much. all stood silent as he finally sets his eyes on you and to an incoming man inching towards your sunken form, as you desperately tried to hold yourself up the counter. he felt his heart surge knowing you mentioned some guys giving you the creeps, in which he immediately stomped to stop the said man eyeing you.

the creep furrowed his brows as eddie came into view before he could grab you. “hey, man. what the fuck—“

“fuck off.” eddie’s voice dropped as the creep backed down. a vein bulge on forehead as the creep scurried away, knowing hell who eddie is. oh, eddie knew he had a reputation in this town for looking intimidating. he still dressed the same like in highschool, just that the evident matureness on his face and more ink on his body caused him to be gossiped around how scary he looked.

which was not true. at least to you, as you felt arms wrap around your waist. you were about to protest until the familiar scent of oak cologne and cigarettes passed your nostrils. your heart thumped as you immediately looked up to see the man you’ve been waiting for as you drunkily smiled at him. your boyfriend. that looks pissed.

“eddie!” you hiccupped, jumping up to encircle your arms around his neck. his shag hair brushing against your cheek as you nuzzled closer to him. chest brushing against his.

“baby, let me get you home.” he mumbled, patting your back gently. you nodded, kissing his cheek as he kissed your forehead. not caring if anyone saw the you two. on the way out, people eventually parted a way for him and you, not questioning anything, it felt sort-of a win, knowing his intimidating presence made anyone flee. hurtful it felt sometimes, but at least the drunk you in his arms said otherwise. you were clingy, clingy for his touch and his affection. he gave it you before you’d sober up and the massive scolding he’ll have to do afterwards.

eventually he helped you up the stairs now in your house, up to your bedroom. your mother was asleep and you told him to be quiet, afraid you both would be getting a yelling from her. you got to plop down to on your bed, before you could feel yourself blacking out. every ounce of strength you had left diminished after such a exhausting night. you tried not to sleep, hearing eddie shuffle inside your room. you could hear him open your closet, shuffling through your clothes then back to somewhere else. you groggily let out a sigh, brain a little mushy but a little sobered up.

“sweetheart, sit up for me.” he tapped your thigh as you lazily complied. sitting up with a groan, back slumping forward as eddie held your face up. your eyes fluttered to see him holding a towel, he gently wiped the sweat on your face. his calloused hands gripping the side of your head as gently as ever, you rubbed your face against the palm of his hand, feeling a little fluttery how good he smelled up close. the comforting silence passed by as you started to feel the drowsiness again until he finally spoke.

“i thought you said you had friends over at that fucking frat party.”

“hm? i-i did, they’re—“

“don’t fucking lie to me, sweets.” he sighed, letting go of your face as he threw the towel on the bed. crossing his arms as he stands in front you with a clipped look on his face.

“i swear, eds, i was just having fun.” you mumbled embarrassingly, feeling his anger.

“fun? that was fun? getting almost cornered by those creepy shitheads was fun? do you have any idea how fucking worried i was, y/n?” you stilled, not used to hearing your name come from his mouth, let alone how angry his tone is. you stared at him in silence, his nostrils flared as the vein on his forehead bulged. you averted his gaze, feeling shameful. his eyes burned holes through you as he waited your answer.

“i’m sorry.” you quietly mumbled, feeling your eyes water. “i-i just wanted to drink ‘s all—”

“i fucking swear, in the middle of the fucking night. you’re hurting my head...” he grumbled, stepping away as he rounded to your closet, opening it as your lip trembled. he never talked to you like this, it was the first time you ever heard him so pissed off at you and you felt bad. your fingers fiddled with each other, disappointment filling your chest. you merely look down at your hands, tears dropping as you tried to hold-in a sob, feeling a little pathetic now that you were fucking crying just because of this.

eddie sighed to himself, picking out clothes in your closet so you can change in. he wasn’t necessarily mad-mad, just that it pained him to think about if a scenario like this could happen again. he wouldn’t restrict you from parties, hell, he was an active out-goer back then in his young 20’s. right now, he didn’t think of it as fun anymore sometimes. he works, he has a job, numerous responsibilities, he doesn’t remember half the thrill he had back then unlike you now. he guessed this came with his oldass.

he turns around, freezing on the spot when he sees your head titled down, little sobs coming from your mouth along with sniffles. you were trying so hard not to make it obvious but seeing as he saw you, the tears started flowing again. guilt filled his chest as he cursed to himself seeing that he had made you cry. shit.

“hey, hey, baby. why you crying, sweetheart?” he kneeled down to your level, grasping your hands to his. you looked up to his brown orbs, the tears blurring your vision. you sniffled, feeling like you made a fool out of yourself infront of your own boyfriend.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m used to to you…” you paused, gulping. “not seeing you angry at me. i-i’m sorry, eddie.” you sniffled, wiping away the wet tears as eddie softens his gaze. “just wanted to have fun this night. you were working and i didn’t have anyone else. i’m sorry.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he says heartedly, this week has been busy on him. he spent days in his shop, working for every customer. “but you know you gotta take care of yourself.”

he wipes the tears on your cheeks as you look at him, nose sniffling as you nodded, still feeling a little sleepy. eddie hummed seeing as you eyes sparkled as he gives you a small smile, indicating everything was alright. he leaned in, capturing your pouty lips to his, soft and slow as you eagerly reciprocated, missing his closeness. sitting up straight, letting out a small moan between as his tongue joined in, making the sweet kiss a little sloppy. all pent-up feelings being brought out. the stubble of his beard sent shivers down your spine when it tickled your chin. you pulled him closer, wanting everything for him to be on top of you right now. but he had the opposite idea as he pulled away making you whine lowly.

“not tonight.” he whispered hoarsely, cigarette scented lips too intoxicating for you to not stare at them as he chuckled. “you’re wasted and tired. i’ll give it to you in the morning, don’t worry.” he kissed your cheek with a promise as you nodded, pecking his lips, thankful he was here for you making your heart flutter. how did you bagged a man like him? you always wondered how lucky you are right now.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, sweets.”

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WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!?! anyways i’m back. 🙄

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 3 | my world

Warnings | death , depictions of blood , jealousy , executions

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1102 AD

GOJO SHIRO got to meet y/n's friends that day. And to say the least, he wasn't impressed. He came to meet with them almost everyday after that for four months straight. But no matter how much he hung with them... he didn't care for them a single bit. And to be honest, they seemed to like bullying y/n more than actually playing fun games. Hell, during a simple game of hide-n-seek where y/n was the seeker her so called friends tried to get him to ditch her while she counted.

"Come on, come on! We have a lot of cool stuff to show you, Shiro!"

"What about y/n? She's still counting."

One of the girls snickered unto her palm, "that dummy can't even count to two. Last time she was the seeker, she was literally there counting for a whole five minutes!"

Gojo frowned, "its not her fault she can't count as good as you or me-"

"Duh, that's because she's stupid and poor! We only let her play with us cause her mom bakes us sweets from time to time, but even that is starting to not even be worth it," a boy of the group piped up this time.

And the others joined in.

And Gojo had enough of it, "be quiet already. Who gave you all permission to cut me off?"

The laughter was quick to die down and one of the girls was quick to speak up, hurt laced in her voice.

"Come on, Shiro. We're just having fun, and we didn't mean to cut you off while you were talking. So how about we go and-"

"I said to be quiet, or are you peasants too stupid to understand an order from your future lord?"

The girl said nothing else as Gojo crossed his arms over his chest, "also, you all will refer to me as Lord Gojo from now on because last time I checked I only ever gave Y/n permission to call me Shiro. The only reason why I let you all call me Shiro when we first met four months ago was because you all seemed to be friends with y/n. Though, it looks like I was wrong."

Gojo looked away from the other children and focused his piercing blue eyes onto y/n's figure. She was covering her eyes with her arms, head pressed into the tree's trunk as she hunched over a little and still continued to count. The sight made him smile a little before his face hardened when he turned a glare back onto the group.

"Now that I made that clear, I don't want any of you to speak to me or to y/n again. Understand?"

No one spoke up so he activated his cursed technique. A blue wave seeming to coat around him as he took a step towards them.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y- yes, Lord Gojo!"

They seemed to yell in unison as they scurried off to who knows where and frankly, he didn't care. All that mattered to him now was that he would get to be with y/n without the extra tagalongs. Honeslty, he wished he did that four months ago right at the moment he met those other kids. But alas, he didn't want to scare y/n away.

So, smiling happily and skipping over to the still counting girl. He had tackled her into a hug from behind. His arms gently wrapping around her waist as he roughly pulled her against him. Her back pressing snuggly into his chest.

Goodness he wished they were older. He wished they were married. He wished they were already together and living happily in his big estate.

But that would have to wait. For now, he was content with being a very touchy and huggy friend.

"Wha- hey! S- Shiro! What are you doing?! You're supposed to be hiding!"

She whined and pouted and hit at his arms as he spun her around in his embrace.

"No way! Hiding is so boring! Hugging you seems way more fun!"

She whined again and turned in his grasp. Her face tilting up as she tried to glare at him, but to Gojo she just looked too cute while trying to be angry. It made him want to pinch her cheeks which was exactly what he did when he let her go.

"Uwahhh! Shiroooo!"

He couldn't help but to laugh and when he finally let go of her chubby cheeks, she started to laugh too. The both of them shoving and pushing at each other until they were falling to the ground and having fun.

Gojo feverishly wished he had this back in his first life. Wished he found her sooner back then. But this would do. He could be content with this.

And as night fell, the two would wander around the city until they came upon a lake. Gojo childishly pushing her as she would fall to the ground on her back and he would follow. The two smiling at one another as the dark sky and stars and moon hung above them.

"You know Shiro.."

"Hmm?"

He turned on his side and propped up on his elbow. His cheek resting in his hand.

"You remind me of the moon!"

"The moon," he questioned, "but what of the sun! Thats much brighter!"

She shook her head, "mm, at first you were the sun.. someone I couldn't even look at without getting blinded, but..," she grinned and lunged for him. Her arms wrapping around his neck as she tackled him into a hug, "but when I got to know you over these past few months I realized you were more like the moon! Still untouchable and impossible to reach, but someone I can look at and admire without getting blinded!"

He was surprised by the hug, her explanation, and the heat creeping up onto his face. His arms were quick to encircle her waist as he hugged her back.

"Well.. if I'm the moon then you can be the earth!"

"Huh?! Why am I the earth all the sudden?!"

She pouted as she looked at him and he couldn't stop his grin from forming, "cause i want you to be the world i revolve around forever and ever!"

She let his words sink in before giggling, the two resuming their playful pushing, shoving, and tickling as they rolled on the ground like two kids rough-housing.

"Ok! You can be my moon and I can your world! Deal?"

"Deal!"

Yeah, Gojo wanted this to last.

However, he realized his mistake a bit too late. Because in the next few days. She would be gone.

Well, he didn't realize she was gone at first. In fact, that next morning he woke up on the good side of the bed. He was smiling and thinking of yesterday where it was just him and y/n and no other kids ruining their moments together.

"Are you going out again young lord?"

Urumei asked him like she always did, she was, of course, his retainer. When she first took on the job, she thought it would be hard watching over the young lord since he had the six eyes and the biggest ego to boot. However, overtime she noticed that once you leave the young lord alone and let him go on about his business - he is actually quite easy to handle.

"Indeed!"

Urumei smiled politely, "are you going to see y/n again?"

"As always."

Urumei bowed, "with all due respect, young lord, but why don't you bring her to the estate?"

Gojo seemed to pause as his eyes flicked over to Urumei. The retainer internally panicking as she wondered if she overstepped her bounds.

But her panic was soon eased away as Gojo clapped his hands together. A bright smile overtaking his features, "thats a great idea! I could bring her here, let her bathe properly, get her dressed in a fine kimono too, and maybe she could even stay the night!"

Gojo was estactic as he rushed out of the compound, "see you later, Urumei!"

As he ran along the streets, he easily spotted the girl he was looking for.

"Y/n!"

Turning to the sound of her name, she immediately dropped what she was doing and ran to him. Her arm coming up high into the air as she waved to him, "hiiiiii Shiiiiiirrroooooo!"

She drawled out his name, a habit she started to do everytime she would greet him in the mornings when they were still far from each other. And it was a habit Shiro cherished greatly.

Coming up fast, he immediately engulfed her into his arms. Honestly, holding her so close was starting to get addictive.

And when he brought her in, she was already laughing when he spun them around. Many of the onlookers could only chuckle at the cute display before going on about their business. I mean, the twelve year old was still the next head of the Gojo clan and the next lord of the land. Of course no one would dare interrupt them.

After a for more seconds, he had finally set her down. Her smile to on her face as she seemed to get shy all of a sudden. His six eyes quickly catching on to the change in demeanor.

"Oh? Getting shy again?"

He pouted, "and here i thought we were past all that.."

She panicked for a moment as she waved her hands in front of her, "its not that! It's just .. well ..," she kicked her bare foot against the ground. Ever since he met her, he took notice how she never worn any shoes and that she only had three kimonos that she went through on a cycle. He hated seeing her live in such a way, but he needed to become a lord first in and the clan's head if he hopped to marry her and give her the life and luxury she deserved.

"Well," he urged politely as they moved over to the side more so they weren't blocking the street.

"Today is my .. twelfth birthday and I was wondering .. if you would like to come to my house? Its ok if you don't want to of course, I tried to ask our other friends, but they all declined."

She looked at him for a response but froze internally when he had a blank look on his face. Ah- was i not supposed to ask him?! Were we not on a close enough friend level that I could ask him to come to my brithday?!

"Y/n," he pouted again, "why didn't you tell me today was going to be your birthday?! I would of gotten you something!"

She was quick to shake her head from side to side, "n- no! No way! You're my friend, i could never ask you to get me anything! Besides, I..I didn't befriend you cause I wanted you to get me things.. I- I befriended you cause I," she paused and smiled, "cause you looked lonely and needed a friend!"

An invisible arrow was aimed and shot precisely through his heart.

"Uwah, you're so sweet!"

He immediately glomped her and started to pinch her cheeks.

"Wha-?! Shiiiiroooo! Not in front of everyone!"

And just the like, bringing y/n to the estate was thrown out the window as he let her take control of the day and basically let her tug him around the whole city. Her eyes wide as she pointed at a various of things. Her laughter like music to his ears.

He even got to meet her mother at the end. She was a kind woman though she looked just as tired as her daughter on some days. Though, she still managed to smile and present them both with a cake from the shop she managed to run on her own.

And when the day came to an end, Gojo promised to see her tomorrow.

Though, tomorrow for y/n, he would soon learn, would never come.

The next day, he held a box in hand. In it was a perfectly crafted wooden comb with a pretty blue flower design etched onto it which he had bought last night on the way home in hopes of gifting it to y/n today. Granted, he knows she said she didn't want him to buy anything, but he couldn't help himself. He truly couldn't. He wanted to gift her the whole city (which he technically could one day once he becomes the lord of the land..).

"Young lord, off to see y/n again?"

"As always," Gojo replied as per usual.

Urumei grinned and nodded, "I was under the impression that you would bring her to the estate yesterday, why the change of heart, young lord?"

Gojo stopped and turned to the retainer, "well, yesterday was her birthday, so I decided to let her choose what she wanted to do today instead if dragging her to a place she's never been before."

Urumei chuckled and noted the small wooden box in his hands, "is that why you're gifting her that present?"

"Yep! She said she didn't want anything, but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I'll see you later Urumei!"

"Of course, young lord. Be sure to have fun!"

"I will!"

Now as he walked the streets, box in hand, he noticed that she wasn't in their usual waiting spot. Which was odd. And as impatient as he is, Shiro decided to just head straight for her house which he had memorized the day prior.

Coming up to the house, he couldn't help but to get a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the place. His eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. He threw the feeling away and told himself y/n will be just fine. Ill see her smiling at me like any other day.

Though as he ordered the throngs of people to move out of his way, he was instead met with a gruesome sight instead.

Four children, y/n's bullies, were being held tightly by two jujutsu sorcerers and in front of them was y/n. Stab wounds littering her body as she laid dead in a pool of her own blood. Her mother was crying loud as she cradled y/n's limp hand in her own grasp. Her tears flowing like a river.

The blood on the ground started to seep closer to him as if reaching out to him.

His shoes got stained red when he moved forward to get closer and as reality set in the same silent rage from his first life finally took over.

"What happened."

It was a question, but a demand.

One of the jujutsu sorcerers spoke first, "we got a report saying that a little girl was screaming and being attacked. We originally thought it was a cursed spirit, but found these four having killed the girl."

Gojo turned to y/n's mother who was still weeping. She must of heard the news and came rushing from work because from what he understood, y/n's mother always left early for work to start cooking at the bakery in the city. Which meant that y/n would be all alone. Perfect to be ambushed by these four.

His six eyes, brilliant, dangerous, and a heavy blue was finally directed at the four children.

"Why?"

He didn't need to ask, because he already knew. They most likely saw y/n as filth. Trash that shouldn't be anywhere near him. When were people going to learn to never cross him?

"We-"

"Silence. I changed my mind, I don't want to hear the excuses you four come up with. You two, let go of them."

The two sorcerers bowed and listened to Gojo immediately. The four twelve year old before him gaining a sort of hope in their eyes. But he wasn't having it as he raised his hands.

"Be grateful, your deaths will be quick."

And that was when realization dawned on them, but it was too late for them to run.

"Hollow purple."

It wasn't everyday the Gojo clan carried out public executions, but even so, no one dared ask why four twelve years died because of the murder of some no name girl.

And that night, after he and y/n's mother gave y/n a proper burial, Gojo Shiro promised to see her in the next life. He clutched the comb close to his chest.

He and y/n just had to be reincarnated again, right?

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Inarizaki’s Manager

���Miss Manager Breaks Her Hand🚑

Inarizaki x female! manager (she/her)

Warnings: mention of broken hand, pain relievers mentioned, crying, angst(?) to fluff

A/N: this idea stemmed from the 2k headcanon celebration and I loved it so much that I thought I’d indulge myself 💅

This team ranges from “protective dad squad” to “problem children”

It’s giving season 4 Seijoh x Shiratorizawa crossover

Like I’m both excited and scared for you

Now being their precious manager, you were literally worshiped on this team

The third years, Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi, absolutely adored you beyond all measures

You were the light of the team, the rock 🪨

The second years, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and Ginjima, were the guardians of YN

They didn’t think anyone was good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN

And last, but certainly not least, our precious bby first year, Riseki, absolutely had the biggest crush on you

He looked up to you and worshiped every step you took

Needless to say, you were irreplaceable my dear Yn

Unfortunately “irreplaceable” does not equate to “unbreakable” as our lively Inarizaki was about to learn

Because you see, it happened so fast that absolutely nobody knew what to do

You sent the solid team that was slated to win nationals into the biggest frenzy ever

And it all started with a rouge volleyball 😌

You see, it was the end of practice and everyone was packing up the gym

Everyone except for a certain someone 👀

Now I know what you’re thinking ok? This is all Atsumus fault

It’s always Atsumu fault 🙄

And while 99.9% of the time it most definitely is, this 0.1% was not

Because it was someone else who accidentally caused the chaos

“Sumu pack it up! It’s time to go home!” Kita shouted as you picked up the remaining volleyballs

“Just a few more serves, I’m almost at my limit,” Atsumu said as you mindlessly continued your work

You were use to this, Sumu was Sumu and there wasn’t much more you could do

And by now, he had learned to avoid hitting you so you really didn’t mind

You just continued about your merry way, picking up balls and daydreaming

“Come on bro, let’s go I’m starving!” Osamu whined

“If you’d practice your serves as much as you eat, you probably wouldn’t have to worry about missing any!” Atsumu said before slamming a service ace into the opposing court

“What did ya say to me?” Osamu raged

“Oh boy,” Aran said 😐

“Knock it off you two! Let’s just finish up!” Ginjima yells

Suna 👉🏻👀 📱

Meanwhile, you are just lost in your own world, probably daydreaming of peace and quiet

“Give me that ball!” Osamu shouted as he grabbed the ball from Sumu before tossing it and slamming it into the opposite court

It looked like a good serve, a solid one even

It’s course was set to land right on the end line

Which was, coincidentally, right where you were 😃

Akagi, our star Libero, saw it first

“YN LOOK OUT!” He shouted as the rest of the team watched on horror

Thankfully, you manage to get your hand up quickly

The ball hit your hand, smack on and deflected towards the wall

A loud and almost visible sigh flooded the gym as everyone was relieved you didn’t get hit in the head

However the calmness lasted approximately .02 seconds when they heard you whine and grab your hand

“Crap Yn!” Omimi shouted as the team raced towards you

You were grabbing your hand as tears began to flow down your face

“YN I’m so freaking sorry!! I didn’t mean too!” Osamu said, coming beside you as he looked at your hand

Fun fact: a professional volleyball serve can be upwards of 120mph (193kph)

Osamu isn’t a professional but it’s safe to say he can probably reach at least 80mph (128kph)

Needless to say, there’s a lot of force behind a serve

I googled all the facts 💅

N E WAYS

You look at Osamu, tears in your eyes as you respond, “it’s ok Samu, I should have been watching.”

Meanwhile, your hand is beginning to swell and it hurts so bad

“Let me see it YN,” the coach says as he studies your hand

“Is she going to be ok?” Ginjima asks as Coach looks at you

“Riseki, grab an ice pack quick, Kita and Aran, take YN to the nurse now!” Coach barks as the team goes to work

Suna comes next to you, holding your hand gently as Riseski hands him the ice pack

You hiss and whimper as the ice hits your skin

Osamu and Atsumu stand to the side, visibly upset that their arguing lead to you getting hurt

“Come on Yn,” Kita said, putting his hand on your lower back as Aran took over for Suna, bracing your hand

Atsumu and Osamu wordlessly began cleaning up the gym with the rest of the team, feeling awful about what happened

“Hey!” Omimi says as the twins look at him, “it was an accident. She’ll be ok.”

Meanwhile, in the nurses office…

“We need to call your parents Yn, you need to go to the hospital,” she says as you look at her

“She’s ok isn’t she?” Aran says, concerned

The nurse shakes her head, “I think her hand is broken, she needs x-rays to confirm.”

Kita and Aran’s eyes widen as you hold your hand, crying a little as the pain continues to sink in

The team finishes cleaning up and they all run to the nurses office as they see you sitting outside with Aran

“Hey everything’s all right?” Atsumu says as you look at him

“The nurse thinks she broke her hand, her parent is coming to take her to the hospital,” Kita says as he walks out from the nurses office

Osamu immediately deflated, he feels absolutely awful about what happened

He realistically knows it wasn’t really his fault, accidents happen, especially on the court

You notice him looking sad as you stand up and walk to him

“Samu it’s ok! I’ll be ok I promise,” You say, hugging him as he hugs you back

It’s a sweet moment that is unfortunately interrupted 😐

“What about me YN?” I’m sad too!” Atsumu whines as Osamu and the team glare at him

You smile and giggle, hugging Atsumu and then the rest of the team

Your parent arrives and you are taken to the hospital

The guys all go home, worried about what happened to you

They all feel awful, knowing how much pain you are in

Suddenly, their phones all ring, the group chat lighting up as they all simultaneously answer

“YN are you ok?” Osamu shouts from his phone screen

Talk about turn of events 😅

“Will you shut up and let her speak?” Ginjima says

“How about everyone shuts up and let’s YN talk!” Kita finally says as you smile from the hospital room

“Hey guys, I’m ok! My hand is broken but I got a cast on it!” You say, showing the team your favorite color, now wrapped around your hand

They all go silent, feeling awful

Osamu feels the worst as he looks at your wrapped hand

“Damn Yn, I’m so sorry!” He says again, his face expressing immense concern

You laugh, an odd gesture given the situation, “Samu it’s ok! The doctor was super impressed that I managed to deflect a serve like that! It’s not a bad break and they said within a few weeks I should be healed!”

“Are you able to do volleyball practice YN?” Akagi asks as you nods

“No physical activity for a while but I can still write and do everything I normally do! So it means I get out of gym class!” You say, excited you won’t have to participate in running for a while

“Did they give you something for the pain?” Aran asks as you nod

“Yeah they gave me some good pain relievers but I won’t be in school the rest of this week,” you say as the boys all deflate

“I’m really really sorry Yn! I feel awful!” Osamu says again

“Samu it’s ok! It was an accident! I should have been paying more attention anyways!” You say as you smile

Thankfully, a certain someone knows just how to lighten the mood 😏

“Really if you think about it, it’s all Sumu’s fault,” Suna chimes in as Atsumu takes over Osamus phone

“What the hell Suna?!? How is it my fault??” He shouts

“Well if you wouldn’t have kept serving, this never would have happened!” Ginjima adds

“It’s true,” Riseki says

“Atsumu you are going to run so many laps tomorrow!” Kita says as

Atsumu 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

They are all just glad their precious manager is ok 🥰

[puhpandas]

Stuck in the Loop

(2,764 words)

(Gregory convinces Evan to go on the biggest, scariest roller coaster in Hurricane. It goes just about how'd you expect.)

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"With sprinkles on top?"

"No!" Evan insists.

"Oh, come on!" Gregory deflates, running in front of Evan when he tries to get away from Gregory and getting in his face. "Go on the Red Death with me!"

Evan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No, Gregory. It's literally called the Red Death! Theres absolutely nothing you could do to make me get on that death trap!"

Not only does the name do nothing to make Evan want to get on it, but it's the scariest looking coaster in the park. Evan doesnt like coasters, or even rides in general, but when Gregory had heard about the complete lack of rides Evan had gotten on an at amusement park, he hadn't stopped bugging him about it.

But Vanessa is off somewhere with Freddy, probably getting snacks, and Evan is left to Gregory's pestering alone.

"But doesnt the name sound cool?" Gregory asks, grinning. "They say a kid who got on it got his brain turned to mush because it went so fast and that's why they called it the Red Death."

Evan quirks a brow, finally stopping in his tracks so Gregory doesn't have to chase him anymore. "Wh-- what does that even have to do with the name though?"

"Um, because it was red and bloody and the kid died?" Gregory says like its obvious, shrugging at him.

"And that's what's supposed to make me want to get on it?"

Gregory sweatdrops, looking to the side. "Uh, well--"

"No thanks." Evan says, briskly walking past Gregory and gripping his cotton candy. "I dont really want to die on a roller coaster today. Much less to a head injury."

"Oh, come on!" Gregory whines, chasing behind Evan and gripping his bag. He has to yell over the sound of a coaster when Evan's walking caused them to get too close to it. "It'll be fun! I promise!"

"Not for me!" Evan yells. "I hate roller coasters!"

And its true. Last time Evan had gotten on a roller coaster, it had been a few years back, and it was because his parents hadn't cared enough to sit with him while Michael got on one of the big, scary coasters, with loopety loops and straight vertical drops, but he couldnt be left alone. So when he was forced to get on the coaster with Michael, he had thrown up all over his older brother.

That wasnt a fun day for Evan.

"I'm plenty content just looking at the sights and pretty lights." Evan says. "Better than getting a headache all day."

"Okay, look." Gregory starts, holding out his hands, and Evan knows this means hes going to offer a deal that isnt really fair enough to be considered a deal. "How about this."

Evan sighs. "Oh, boy."

"Hear me out!" Gregory insists with placating hands. "You go on the Red Death with me," Gregory begins, pointing at Evan, and then himself. "and I wont bug you about a ride again all day."

To Evan's surprise, Gregory's proposal actually gets his attention. "Really?" He asks with wide eyes.

Gregory grins. "Yep!" he says. "This one coaster, and I wont even mention the Ferris Wheel."

That causes Evan to perk up. The Ferris Wheel is the bane of his existence. Not since he'd gotten on one as a younger kid and been stuck at the top for what felt like hours, scared out of his mind of the heights with his Father of all people. Michael would tease him, but his Father had barely a drop of humor in his body, and everything he'd said about Evan's fear was cold, harsh, and brutal.

Now Evan likes the blinking and flashing neon lights, that are always present on the Ferris Wheel, and always spottable from anywhere in the park. Especially when it gets dark and they shine all pretty like. But he's only been able to enjoy those from the ground, never on a high enough coaster with his eyes open and not squeezed shut with fear of plummeting down a two hundred foot drop, so it's not enough to stave off his hatred for the ride.

"Not once? Wont try to force me on it?" Evan ventures.

Gregory almost looks offended. "I would never force you on a ride. What do you take me for, a monster?" He furrows his brows, then holds out his hand to shake. "No mention of the wheel, or any other rides you dont want, and I'll buy you a funnel cake."

Evan's eyes sparkle, and he grasps Gregory's hand and shakes it at the promise of a funnel cake. "Deal."

Gregory grins almost as bright as the flashing lights at the prize games, and Evan doesnt actually realize what he agreed to until they're standing in line, and he can see just how far the Red Death travels high into the sky.

Evan feels queasy as the line moves forward, and the sight of the straight down vertical drop and loopity loops vanish from sight after entering the boarding area. "Oh, no..."

Gregory just claps him on the shoulder, and smiles. "Exciting, huh?"

Evan shakes his head and trembles as he watches a group in front of them be sent off on the coaster. "If you call feeling like you're gonna throw up exciting."

"Itll be fun." Gregory insists, but then meets Evan's eyes and gets serious, voice hushed over the excited chatter of the guests they share the line with. "Hey, you get on this coaster with me and dont like it, I wont ask you to get on another one, okay?"

Evan furrows his brows. "I thought that was already the deal."

"I mean it, though. Seriously." Gregory pushes, smiling. "I want this to be fun. And if it isnt, then I won't suggest doing something you didnt like again."

Evan just stares, and definitely doesnt tear up a bit when Gregory is nothing but sincere. "I-- Um-- Alright." Evan stutters, wiping at his eyes. "I'll try it, okay? I'm just... not that into feeling scared for fun. I already feel that way on my own enough."

"I get it." Gregory tells him, and holds him in a side hug when it's their turn to step up to the weird cart sculpted like a dragon. "Oh! Looks like we're next!"

Evan feels any sense of peace drain out of his body, replaced with anxiety now that its actually happening. "Oh, um-- Well, I--"

Gregory just steers him to a seat near the middle, and hands their bags to the attendant. "Nope. Too late. It's already happening." Gregory says good naturedly.

"Oh my god." Evan chokes out when hes strapped in, tight, secure, and pressed up against Gregory's shoulder. "Oh my god."

"It hasn't even started yet." Gregory laughs. And as if on queue, the ride pops and lurches, and Evan is only half aware of the embarrassment that colors his cheeks when he shrieks.

"Oh my god!" Evan says more forcefully this time, when the attendant says something Evan wasnt listening to, and the ride starts moving. "Gregory!"

Gregory just cackles when Evan is already pushing himself into the seat of the coaster before it's even gotten going. "Red Death! Red Death! Red Death!"

Gregory's chanting is joined in by others on the coaster, and Evan shakes his head when Gregory looks at him expectantly, a grin on his face.

"Look, you can see Vanessa from here!" Gregory says, looking over the edge of his side and waving.

It's only now that Evan un-fuses himself with the seat, and leans forwards to catch sight of Vanessa and wave, too.

But he'd chosen the exact same time that the coaster begins the drop.

The coaster lurches, and Evan only has enough time to look forward before Gregory is raising his hands in the air, and Evan is left grappling for purchase when the coaster leans forward, and begins to drop.

The nearest solid object turns out to be Gregory's arm, and Evan's stomach does flips when hes thrown downwards, down a completely vertical drop.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Evan shrieks, barely heard over the wind whipping around his ears and through his hair. Evan feels his heart jump into his throat, and his gut into his ribcage when their cart sails towards the ground. Evan can barely see what's going on around him, too busy trying to hide his face in the event that it may teleport him off and deliver him straight to solid ground.

Through Evan's own screaming, he can hear Gregory cackling and whopping, and when he finally peels his eyes open, Gregory has one arm in the air, the other being clutched by Evan, and Gregory turns to him.

"Isnt this fuuun!!" Gregory screams through the noise of other guests shrieking, and the coaster rattling along the rails.

"I--" Evan goes to speak, but the coaster lurching again throws him forward, and he shrieks again, grabbing Gregory's arm with his other and wrapping his ankles around Gregory's calf. "I'm gonna die!"

Gregory screams with laughter at that, and he let's Evan cling to him like hes the only thing standing in between Evan and death.

Evan thinks that this is it, his soul has left his body and is heading to heaven when the coaster flips them upside down.

Gregory whoops with joy, but he grips Evan a little tighter. "This is the best part!"

Evan begs to differ, but he can't say so because hes too busy screaming his voice out.

Evan squeezes his eyes shut when he can see the sky beneath him and the ground above him, and he feels nausea crawl up his throat when the coaster lurches, and knocks him and Gregory against the protective railing.

He and Gregory Oomf! when they slam against the solid object, and Gregory makes an upset noise when the coaster slows down.

To Evan's horror, the coaster squeals against the rails, and slows to a stop.

Gregory doesnt say a word. The only sounds are other guests conversing in disappointment and the coaster popping and letting out steam.

Evan gapes as the coaster stills completely, and leaves him and Gregory hanging upside down, on the highest point of the coaster, stranded.

Evan holds his breath, completely frozen in shock, and Gregory gapes as well.

"Um." Is all Gregory can say. "Um. I think. I think we're um."

"Stuck? Stranded? Trapped?" Evan finishes for him.

Gregory scratches behind his head, hair hanging above his head. "Yeah. That."

"What's going on?" Evan can hear some others murmer. "Are they gonna fix it? When are they coming to get us?"

"How long are we gonna be stuck here for?" Evan asks Gregory, trembling when he can feel himself hanging off of the seat and his iron grip on Gregory's arm and the protective railing.

"...I don't know." Gregory says after a moment, sounding dejected.

Evan sighs out shakily, not daring to look above him, lest he see exactly how high up he actually is. "Oh boy."

Gregory turns to him, cheek pressed up against his shoulder. "Evan, I'm-- I'm so sorry--"

"Its okay." Evan cuts him off, and ignores the brewing anger inside of him, because this is exactly why he doesnt like roller coasters, and he'd told Gregory so. He sighs, and tries to be kind for his friend, who doesn't deserve any malice. "Its okay, Gregory."

"No, its not." Gregory insists, swinging forward to try to get in Evan's line of sight better, and Evan tries to ignore the bolt of fear shooting through his stomach when Gregory is displaced for a moment. "Its not okay, Evan. You said you didnt want to get on, and that you hated roller coasters, and I still forced you to get on one."

Evan squeezes his eyes shut, mouth dry. "I said that its okay, Gregory."

"I just wanted you to actually have a chance of having fun at an amusement park." Gregory continues, and when Evan opens his eyes at the emotion lacing his friends voice, he can see Gregory's upset face. "You've only ever been with your dumb family, and they suck too bad to let you be comfortable at a place like this."

Evan shuts his mouth, staring at Gregory with misty eyes when he keeps going.

"Every time you've gotten on a ride, you've always had Michael making you as scared as possible, and your Father ridicules you and makes you feel terrible." Gregory's voice cracks, and to Evans horror, he can see a twist in Gregory's lip, and his friend looks at the ground, er, well, the sky.

"I just wanted to give you a good experience. I just wanted you to have the opportunity to decide what you do and don't like, without your family breathing down your neck about it."

Evan's eyes swim with tears, and Gregory laughs humorlessly, neck twisting around and face scrunched up when the setting sun gets in his eyes. "Look where that got us."

"No." Evan mutters, voice thick. "This isnt your fault, Gregory. It's bad luck, sure, but..." He trails off. "I'm not angry at you. I could never. I've already had more fun with you than I ever did with my family. Please, just..." He wipes a tear away with his sweater. "Dont feel bad. You did nothing wrong."

Gregory smiles softly, but still shifts in discomfort. "...Thanks. But were still hanging upside down on the highest coaster in the park with no clear sign of rescue any time soon."

Evan nods at that, because its true. "Freddy's probably freaking out." Evan points out.

A laugh bursts out of Gregory, and he twists his head, as if he could see Freddys malfunctioning head from all the way up here. "Ness probably is too. I wouldnt be suprised if shes giving the employees a piece of her mind right now."

A laugh rips itself out of Evan, too, real and genuine, and his cheeks hurt from how much hes smiling (probably from how much he screamed, too), despite the situation they're in.

Eventually, of course, Evan gets a headache, and all Gregory can do is try to distract Evan from it while the employees take their sweet time rescuing them.

The sun, at some point, had begun to set, and right as Evan has resulted to resting his eyes all while trying to ignore the pounding in his head from the blood rush, Gregory slaps his arm repeatedly.

"Hey, Evan. Check this out." Gregory says, soft in awareness of Evans headache. Evan peels his eyes open, squinting at the bright light, but looks to where Gregory is pointing.

Evan's eyes open fully when he sees the sight in front of him.

Just over Gregory's shoulder, the sun has set over the park, casting a dark shadow across the attractions, but the sky itself is a beautiful painting of pinks, purples, and yellows, the sun at the center of it all.

The lights of the park glow and flash, the neon lights accentuated in the dark. From where Evan's sitting, he can see kids trailing after their parents as the guests file out of the park, some skipping and jumping, some holding giant prizes, and some asleep on their parents backs.

But the Ferris Wheel is what really grabs his attention. The lights stand out and glow against everything else like it's a beacon, and they flash in patterns and colors that captivate him from the beauty. Evan is able to see it in all its glory from his spot on top of the coaster.

Not to mention the unusual circumstances of being able to see this view upside down.

Evan gapes at the sight of it all, not uttering a word as he just absorbs it. Gregory is quiet as well.

Its peaceful. Just watching the sun set. Watching the lights glow. Watching the result of families heading home after a long day of fun, filled with love.

"You were right about preferring the sights." Gregory mutters after a while, some of the final remnants of the sun peeking through his hair and forming a halo around him. "This is awesome."

For some reason, Evan splutters a laugh at that, and it only intensifies when Gregory grins at him.

Maybe they are stranded on the scariest coaster in the state, thousands of feet off the ground and hanging upside down with no indication of a rescue coming soon, but it isnt so bad when Evan has Gregory.

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More pest-boyfriend!eddie since you guys liked it so much

Steals your food- 24/7, if you’re eating something he will steal a bite from your plate or just take it out of your hand and take a big bite “oh yeah, that’s good”

Drums his hands on your ass if you’re laying on your stomach “that sounds amazing, does it not? I need to show that band that one.”

He gets piss drunk and comes over to your house, somehow ends on on your floor ranting about how much he loves you then starts crying like “your going to leave me :( I don’t want you to leave me. I can’t have another person leave me” and you have to get him food and lots of water so he can sober up a bit before shoving him in the shower all while reassuring him that you love him too and would never leave him as long as you live

And when he wakes up, on your floor, with a migraine he’s like “you shouldn’t have let me drink that much…” when you weren’t even with him when he started drinking

Not a pest kind of thing but refers to you as his “lover” <3

Bites you, because it is his favorite way of giving you affection

Along with noogies

And he loves to throw his dirty clothes at you while he’s changing

Especially throwing his dirty boxers at your face and then be hurt when you think it’s gross

And anytime you’re watching a movie together he has to sit basically on top of you or he’s not comfortable

He either wants you in his lap, or laying your head in his lap, or he wants to have his head on your lap, or cuddled up with his arms around you and your head in his chest

And he is in fact the absolute most obnoxious sleeper

He goes from sleeping in a cute position with him all cuddled on himself to his leg wrapped around you and the other on the floor, his arms slug across his eyes and the other over your face

Or he’s on his belly and he wakes up every five seconds whining about how he’s not comfortable

And if you’re giving him the silent treatment he’s absolutely not having it

He will annoy you until you finally have to yell at him to stop and then he’s like “you love me so much. I know you want to kiss me.”

He would literally do anything from licking your face, begging you to talk to him, to pantsing you

And that will make you even more angry at him, but hey, at least you’re talking to him

And before sex he always has to make jokes about getting you pregnant (even if you can’t get pregnant) just because he LOVESSS to be annoying

And he’s so the type to try to scare you 24/7

Act like he’s sleep just to scream “BAH!” And start crying laughing when you actually get scared

And if you watch a scary movie he does everything in his power to convince you that that specific murder is out to get you

He will scratch your back and he like “OH MY GOD FREDDY IS HERE! BABY HES OUT TO GET YOU!”

And he’s so the type to brag about your sex lives even though he knows it annoys you he likes to see you blush

“Sorry if we’re late, y/n got horny” even though he was definitely the one to initiate it

He’s the type to shove his finger in your nose then in your mouth

And burp as loud as he can and act like it didn’t happen

Or even fart and blame it on you “oh my god get out of my room if you’re going to do that!” And he does it all with a straight face

He also digs in the ground like a little boy so you have to tell him to wash under his nails

And he will go on a smoke break, walk around the trailer park, dig a random hole and find a bird feather or a random piece of junk and be like “here, babe. I got you a gift.”

But that happens anytime you go anywhere

If you go to the park to smoke a joint together he’s going to find a worm to chase you around with

Or those locus shell things

And he tries to put them if your hair and when you run from him and the random slimy insect “baby, no! Come here sweetheart, it’s a gift! C’mon! It can be our pet.”

Forces you to run down to the drug store with him and get snacks any time, weather it’s 1pm, 8am, 2am, he doesn’t care

And he calls you all the time, just to hear your voice and to tell you random things about his day

“Well I accidentally put on a pair of cum filled boxers. Then I dug in that hole again and there was acorns in it, so I looked around and put more acorns in it for the squirrels, then I had to run down and get more cigarettes but they didn’t have the kind I smoke so I had to get another kind and I hate it. I made breakfast for my uncle. Oh, I drank a huge think of dr.pepper and almost puked in my lap after I had this huge burp, i felt it in my chest it was crazy.”

He definitely has his hand in his pants 24/7 and constantly plays with his pubes and when he looks over to see you giving him a dirty look he pulls the waist band of his pants open “you can join if you feel left out”

He loves to moon you idec

“Hey, look”

“What baby?”

You look back to see him holding his pants right under his ass.

And he thinks he’s so funny, you’ll leave the room and come back to him laying on his stomach with just his ass out

“Come on I know you want to slap it”

Okay okay I’ll shut up those are all the thoughts I have tho

Plz lmk what you think :3

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HIHIHIHIHI i need perv han pls pls pls i love u sm biggest fan here ☹️ 🙏

wanted ✧.* | h.js

| Perv!Jisung x Fem Reader | Best friends 2 lovers | wc: 3907

A/N: Ok so my ass got carried away to say the least and its not even good bc i literally wrote it at midnight, and i got so lazy for the entire second half. but anyway luv i hope you enjoy, this is my first fic on this blog im so scared AHHHGHGHSDFG also this isnt proofread im tired ily

[warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content ,MDNI, piv, fluff, Degrading, semi public sex, virginity loss, unprotected sex (dont do it babes <3), fantasies, masturbation (m), bad writing bc im tired fingering, dom/sub dynamic, corruption kink ?]

“pass the popcorn Ji!”

Your second request for the snack was met once again with silence from the boy beside you. To force a reaction out of him, you reached for the closest thing to you,(the tv remote) and chucked it at his head. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him fucking answer you.

“YAH! Y/N!” He dramatically whined, rubbing his head, finally turning to you with a half pissed/half confused look.

“popcorn.” you motioned to the bowl in his lap and his face lit up with embarrassment and realization as he handed it to you. You accepted it happily and settled back into your spot on your bed, returning your attention to the movie playing only a few meters away on the tv mounted to your wall.

Han, however, did not return his focus to the movie. Not like his focus had ever been on the movie in the first place. It had been like this for the past few weeks. On these nights, he’d usually be intently watching with you, waiting anxiously for the opportunity to crack a relevant joke to whatever scene was playing, in hopes to make you smile or laugh. But now instead, he sits, trying to ignore the grumbling feeling of nerves and guilt mixing together in his stomach.

Being in this room. Your room, had a much different affect on him than it did mere weeks ago. Your scent. the excessive amount of plushies scattered across your bed. The posters on your wall of all your favorite groups and shows. Your clothes in a pile in the corner. He seemed to notice and dwell on these things much more now, because all those things were you. And you were all he could think about.

When this started, he wasn’t sure.

He had always loved you, but in the way he should love his best friend. He wasn’t sure when his gaze on you started to persist slightly longer than it should or when you started to invaded his thoughts at night and he especially wasn’t sure when he started to notice how visible your nipples were through your favorite white t shirt.

All these changes slowly snowballed to him, now, sitting stoic and silent on your bed beside you.

Your head turned to him, your lips turning to a frown as you sat the popcorn on the side table. “ji..” you began, and surprisingly he responded with a low hum. “do you not like hanging out with me anymore?”.

His eyes widened and he spun to you on his knees, waving his hands like an insane person. “no! no! never!” He almost yelled. Your frown stayed and you turned your head to look at the wall. “you haven’t seemed interested or...present.. whenever you’ve come over for movie night.”

He knew he fucked up and had to fix it. He hated making you sad.

“there’s just been a lot on my mind recently…” he slumped back down with a sigh, feeling like an idiot. “you know i love spending time with you! i spend my whole week looking forward to it!” he confessed, taking your hands in his, prompting you to turn back to him, a small smile adorning your face, making his posture perk back up. “you know what! Hyunjin’s having a party tomorrow. I wasn’t originally gonna go, but i think it’ll be fun!”.

You perked up fully now. You and Han used to go to Hyunjin’s parties together all the time until he suddenly stopped going and as a result, so did you. “really?” your eyes lighting up with happiness. Han looked into them, feeling his entire body warm up as the nerves and guilt in his stomach were replaced by butterflies.

He nodded and you sprung up to wrap your arms around his neck tightly, hugging him with a relieved and happy sigh. His arms snaked around your waist and it was then he realized. You weren’t wearing a bra. Heat rushed up through his chest, feeling the firmness of your breasts push against his chest, not far from his face. He cursed himself for thinking of you like that right now since that’s how this entire problem started. He couldn’t think about it much more before you pulled away, leaning back with a yawn.

“..but for now you need to get some rest, bug” he told you with a comforting smile, helping you into bed. Once you were comfortable and snug under your blankets, he went to stand up but was interrupted by a whisper from behind him.

“i love you Ji.”

Sleep hit you the moment after saying it. He turned to see your eyes closed and your lips parted. Soft. So soft. His eyes were stuck at your lips wondering what it would be like to kiss them, to use them...

You mouth was so small, he was sure you’d have the cutest expression trying to fit him. He was also sure you’d make the cutest noises as he touches you..

He shook his head, trying to make the thoughts go away. Trying to just see you as his best friend sleeping. Nothing else.

He realized how tight his pants had become and the grey spot appearing at the front. “fuck..” he whispered under his breath, thanking god you weren’t conscious to see him. His feet carried him quietly to the corner of your room where he leaned down to collect his stuff. Soft cotton brushed his knuckle as he picked up his jacket. His eyes fell to the pile of clothes he had zoned-out on earlier. Where his knuckle was, laid a pair of pink striped panties ready to be washed. A breath got stuck in his throat and before he could internally fight himself, he collected them along with his jacket and exited your room and apartment in a hurry.

Grunts and groans left Han’s lips as his hips thrusted up desperately into the soft cloth. He pretended it was you, pretended you were wearing the clothing item wrapped around his cock and that he pushed it hastily to the side to fuck you.

“fuck.. bug.” His nickname for you came out so breathily as he felt his chest tighten, so close.

He imagined you saying his name, as he was yours. He imagined how your face would contort with pleasure. He imagined being the only man to pleasure you.

His fantasy came to a sudden halt when he let out one last grunt and closed his eyes as he painted your most intimate item white.

He was left breathless, melting into his pillows as his chest rose and fell trying desperately to refill his empty lungs.

He removed the cloth from his cock to stare at it in his hand. He stared at where your juices mixed with his and he felt a depraved smile creep onto his face as he tucked the item behind his pillow, not planning on returning it anytime soon.

You arrived late to the party, being held up by an old friend you’d ran into on the way, exchanging the expected polite catch-up dialogue.

Not long after knocking on the door, Hyunjin swung it open to greet you, beer in hand and grin on face. “Hey.. Y/n!” his obviously tipsy gaze fell down below your eyes. “you look hot” he blurted out and you snorted, pushing him out of the way so you could step out of the freezing hall.

“haven’t seen you in a while!” he yelled beside trying to compete with the increasing volume of the music  you as you walked through the entrance together.

“been busy!” you yelled back but slightly quieter than him since you were still sober and capable of somewhat hearing. He stopped at the kitchen and nodded to you “Han’s on the balcony” he told you at the volume of a normal human now and you nodded to him, giving him a quick thanks before  leaving for the living room. You forgot how big Hyunjin’s apartment was, there had to be at least 50 people in this one room, all smushed together. You slipped through the crowd until you reached a table near the wall, decorated with different types of booze. You downed a few shots with a foul face then grabbed a beer.

Sliding the balcony door open, you saw only a few people. A couple making out beside you, leaning against the glass that looked inside. A drunk girl in a chair who you think was passed out. And Han, standing with his back to you, resting his arms on the railing to look out into the night.

“quieter out here, isn’t it?” you smirked, sliding beside him to lean ur back against the railing. Elated by your sudden appearance, he turned to you quickly, ruffling your hair with a smile “hey bug! I was wondering when you’d get here”

After explaining your hold up and taking a large swig of your beer, you tilted your head to him, already somewhat lightheaded. He finally looked down at your body, seeing your thighs on display and breasts practically spilling out of your dress. His words got caught in his throat as you looked up at him through your lashes. He cleared his throat and reached for the cup of bourbon he had forgotten and downed it quickly, deciding he’d need alcohol to distract him from how bad he wanted to fuck you.

An hour later, you both sat on the ground of the balcony, giggling messes leaning onto each other for support. You weren’t drunk, you were at the point of tipsy where you’re still aware and conscious but everything. is so. fucking. funny.

“i can’t believe it was you that gave suengmin that black eye!” you yelped out between laughs, clutching your stomach, trying to remember how to breathe. “i was practicing my nun chuck skills” he admitted casually, before you both lost it, laughing more.  

“what’s the best sex you’ve had?” you suddenly asked, after you’d both calmed down slightly. Neither of you expected but it slipped out. Did tipsy you think about Han having sex? or did you just feel it was a standard party question?

“um-uh..” stutters were the only thing that left his mouth since the inside of his brain was currently filled with only tv static. It was normal to talk about sex with your best friend, but it was different for him considering he’d shot a load into your underwear 24 hours ago. You leaned back on your arms and waited, smiling. He straightened up and thought up some bullshit answer. “my first time i guess… in highschool. i can’t remember much about the girl though“ he technically wasn’t lying, he had lost his virginity in high school to some girl who���s name he couldn’t begin to try to remember. ”how about you?… how was your first time?“

You frowned and sat up, rubbing your arm awkwardly, “well uhhh..”

Han’s eyes widened in shock. You were a virgin. Sure, he’d never seen you go home with a guy or listened to you talk about fucking any, but you’d dated guys in the past and he just… assumed things.

You sensed his realization and nodded “yup.. no ones laid me”. A shameful giggle left your throat and before the air could settle from your confession or anyone could even think, Han chimed in with a brilliant idea. “i could help!”

You looked at him solemnly for a moment before bursting out into laughter even louder than the one after his nun chuck story. “wh-what? are you volunteering to fuck me?” you asked, looking at him actually curiously now and he felt something inside him snap. He thought about it. What he’d been dreaming about and jerking off to. Could it really come true?

“i mean sure. i’d rather you do it with me where i know you’d be treated right, than with some random douche” He meant what he said, not just lying yo get in your pants.

Somehow under some miracle, you saw the logic too. “ok...yeah” you timidly agreed before standing up. If life was a cartoon, his jaw would have fell to the ground and his eyes would be comically wide. He couldn’t believe his ears. You’d agreed to let him fuck you. Not just fuck you. But take your virginity. Midway through malfunctioning while trying to process reality, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up and into the apartment through the crowd. He let you pull him along, knowing he’d be happy with wherever the end destination was.

You let go of his hand and opened a door, walking in. He followed, realizing it was the bathroom. It was of course massive just like the rest of Hyunjin’s home, with a double basin on marble counters to your left with a width-long mirror above it. You moved to rest against against the sink’s counter looking down awkwardly.

Han closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. A painful silence rested in the bathroom, a stark contrast to the blaring music just outside the walls. He walked over to your nervous figure, standing directly in front of you, leaving little space. His finger came up to lift your chin, forcing you to look at him. “are you sure you want to?” he asked, somehow letting the question come out in a low and unwavering voice even though his chest was swimming with fear. Your face mirrored his blank expression, but with an unidentifiable twinkle in your eye.

You nodded slowly, feeling a slight warmth in your thighs. He nodded back and leaned in quickly to connect his lips to yours. Your lips were as soft as he imagined them and it made his heart flutter and his dick harden. He pushed his tongue into your mouth with little protest from you, as you leaned back, placing your palms on the counter to hold yourself up. You felt the heat between your thighs grow as you let out a slight whimper into his mouth as his tongue continued to massage your own. He pulled away slowly after a moment, and you looked up at him through lidded eyes, panting slightly. He leaned back down and connected his lips to the left of your neck, using his right hand to turn your head to the side so he could complete his task better. His lips sucked onto the skin of your neck, leaving you whimpering slightly at the unfamiliar sweet feeling. you felt his teeth join, grazing he spot he was sucking, biting down softly causing you to let out a yelp, and grab onto his shoulder. “Ji..” you whined out. The heat had spread up higher, feeling it in your pussy now, you felt so empty even without knowing the feeling of being full. “please..inside me” you begged and it was music to his ears as he sucked one last time and pulled away, smirking down at the deep purple mark he had left. he moved back to look into your eyes now. You were blushing hard, feeling so embarrassed that he was seeing you this way, but even more embarrassed that you never wanted to stop.

He leaned down for one more kiss before directing his attention to your bottom half. “Up, baby” he instructed and you silently lifted yourself up to sit on the counter, dwelling internally on the new nickname,

You rubbed your legs together, trying to: a) hide your most private place  b) get some friction to relieve the ache inside you.  Han smirked and shook his head, placing a large hand on each of your thighs, slowly using them to spread your legs for him. You bit your lip in embarrassment but let him. one of his hand moved to caress your thigh slowly, inching closer and closer to where you silently begged for him. He hesitated before finally moving his hand to use two fingers to swipe a line up your slit over your underwear, causing you to let out a small gasp when he lightly grazed your clit. “So wet for me” he whispered into your ear and you couldn’t believe his voice could sound like this. The same voice that said the stupidest things and told the dumbest jokes, was making you silently beg for his fingers. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and yanked them down, lifting you up to help get them off. He discarded them into his pocket then turned his attention back to you looking down, feeling breathless at the sight of your most precious area, and the fact he was the only man to ever see it.

You tried to push your legs back together, feeling insecure under his gaze, but he didn’t allow it. Placing one hand on your thigh to hold it in place then moving the other hand to your clit, pinching it slightly, making you yelp. “think you can take my fingers baby?” he asked, collecting your wetness and using it to rub circles on your clit. You looked up at him and nodded quickly, making him chuckle. “Okay” he announced before moving the finger on your clit to circle your hole before sinking it in. “j-ji!” you moaned out, reaching for his shoulders, digging your nails into them. He curved the finger slightly and begin moving it in and out before adding another. Your eyes flew shut as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers faster. You’d never felt anything like this and it only made you wonder how his cock would feel. He added one more finger and you started to feel a stretch, moaning out louder, as he fucked them into you so hard, you couldn’t even hear the music outside anymore. “you’re taking them so well” he assured you with a grunt and you nodded, unable to properly respond. You came back to earth when he suddenly removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips to suck on them. “you’re so sweet” he told you and you looked at him. Mesmerized. Panting.

He made quick work of pulling his shirt off and you watched in awe, not knowing how beautiful his body was. Did he go to the gym? you wondered.

he moved toward you and looked at your already fucked-out expression, donning a cocky expression before unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and boxers. He was pretty big and he was already painfully hard.  Slowly, you reached down to touch him but he pushed your hand away. “tonight’s about you.” he told you before scooping you up to place you back on your feet on the floor. “now if you do want to help me, be a good girl and lean over the sink. Without a second thought you turned around and bent over, doing as he said, sticking your ass in the air, causing your dress to fall from your legs to pool around your stomach. Han couldn’t believe his eyes. You bent over, waiting for him. He felt butterflies arise again, even after all he’d done to you so far. he walked behind you and ran a hand over your ass slowly, admiring your body. ”please..“ he heard you beg with a broken cry and he nodded.

He aligned himself, rubbing his tip up and down your slit making you whine. “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” he promised, looking up at his reflection above you and smiling, feeling joy at every sign this wasn’t a dream. He focused his attention back to you, pushing into you slightly as you helped out reaching back to try and grab on to him. He collected both your arms with one hand and held them behind your back, pushing the rest of himself in. “i-it stings” your voice came out almost only as a breath and he ran a soothing hand up your thigh, “it’s ok baby” his assurance helped you relax and after a moment of laying there, panting, you nodded slowly. “can you do it now ji... fuck me.. please..”

No words had ever sounded more beautiful to han and without much warning he pulled himself out of you only to dive back in quickly, causing moans to escape your lips in lines, one after the other. Once he was rested inside you fully, he repeated the action of pulling out to the tip and then plunging in. keeping this slow, deep and torturous pace for a few minutes until you couldn’t handle it anymore. “faster!” you cried out, not caring about anything else anymore. Han chuckled before granting your wish, increasing the speed of his thrusts greatly. “oh god!” you nearly screamed out, “yes...like that Ji”, Han could listen to you forever. Both the sound of your moans getting louder and your pussy taking him so well, he knew you were making the most beautiful noises he’d ever hear.

“you’re being such a slut for a virgin” he groaned out, causing your pussy to clench around him even harder, thrusting into you especially hard after speaking. “god… so desperate for my cock you let me fuck you here in the bathroom… couldn’t even wait to get home to lose your virginity” he scoffed, reached forward to tangle his hand in your hair. You tried to break your arms away from his grip behind his back, so desperately wanting to touch him but he tugged on them harder, using them to pull you up so you were standing. He slid out of you and turned you around. You were unrecognizable. And he loved it. your pupils were blown, eyes barely open and your lips and cheeks bruised red. You pouted up at him, feeling empty once again, but too tired to protest verbally.

After admiring your state he reached for one of your legs, lifting it against his chest before entering you again, returning quickly to his quick pace, hitting deeper spots inside you. The sting inside you had long passed and you only felt euphoria now, squeezing your eyes shut. Something was happening inside you, something unfamiliar and strong. so strong. “i-i” you tried to think of the words to say between your pants and moans but Han nodded, “i know baby, it’s ok let go” And you did, clenching down on him so hard he could barely move. In an attempt to reach his end too, his hand found your breasts through your dress and he massaged them, watching you let go around him, moaning out so loud, and hanging onto his neck for support. With that, he let go too, painting your walls like he had your underwear, the night before.

You held onto each other, trying desperately to catch your breaths.

“i’ve wanted to do that for so long”

You came back to reality and looked up at him with wide eyes, confusion and shock on your face. “r-really?”  The question was so nervous and shaky but he met it with a warm smile. “of course. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, how could i not” All the energy you had left, was mustered up and used in you playfully hitting his arm with a laugh.

“im serious though. i love you. i’ve thought about you like this for a while..i felt horrible about it..but now..” your hand ran up his cheek, looking into his eyes softly and lovingly. “I love you too Ji.”

Tysm for reading i hope you liked <3

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pairing: bangchan x gn!reader

word count: 599

tw: reader has depression, anxiety & adhd, mentions of a psychiatrist

sum: y/n is angry with their psychiatrist and bangchan is left with the aftermath

an: this is purely self indulgent dont mind me (cause my psych sucks)

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you practically kicked the dorm door open, slamming it behind you. letting out a frustrated shriek. “UGH!” you knew you were being loud but you had to be quiet the whole way home from the psychiatrist’s office and needed to let it out.

you went toward to the living to see a stunned changbin, jisung, chan and hyunjin. you looked visibly angry, something most of them hadn’t seen.

“you won’t BELIEVE what that fuck face told me!” you started on your rant, only to be stopped by jisung literally booking it to his room.

“yeah i’m out, they’re your problem bro.” changbin told chan, patting him on the shoulder briefly and then going to his room.

“whatever it is, it’s bullshit. but you’re scary when you’re mad. bye.” hyunjin told you before booking it to his room too.

leaving just you and chan. he was a little scared because he didn’t know how to handle you in such a state of anger.

“d-do you want to tell-“ he started to ask you when you began your rant again.

“this fuck face reads my file, acknowledges I have severe depression, anxiety and adhd and THEN-“ you started to getting louder the more you got into ranting.

chan was worried about other dorms around them hearing you and getting a noise complaint filed against them, but he was more worried about how angry and upset you were.

he reached forward and pulled you close to him, letting you straddle his legs and sit on his lap, watching you instantly calm down a little.

you sighed and rested your head against his chest. “and then he tells me I need to take the mental health assessment again and that he’s not changing my meds at all. i don’t understand why he wants me to take it again with no med changes because shit won’t change.” you whined, feeling chan gently rub your back.

“im sorry, doll.” chan apologized, even though he wasn’t at fault. he knew how hard you fought to even get your diagnosis of adhd in the first place and how badly you wanted to get better.

“not your fault.” you lifted your head up and sniffled. “just wanna be happier and not be as tired all the fucking time.” you wiped your tears away. “you make me the happiest i’ve ever been but that-“ you started to ramble.

“i know doll, doesn’t change the fact you still have depression. I understand.” chan smiled at you, you didn’t know how he calmed you down so fast.

“i'm sorry i yelled channie.” you apologized, leaning back on his chest and snuggled against him, trapping him there to give you cuddles.

“it’s alright doll, you needed to get it off your chest. i do think you terrified the boys though.” he smiled, remembering the look of horror on jisung’s face as he ran to his room.

you giggled remembering their shocked faces. “even you looked a little scared. am I that scary when I’m mad ?” you asked him, hoping you hadn’t scared any of them too bad.

“a little bit.” chan blushed and chuckled.

“is y/n out of kill mode?” changbin asked peeking his head around the corner.

“they’re not gonna rip anyone heads off right?” hyunjin joined in on the questioning.

you leaned back on chan and gave the boys a thumbs up. “im ok now. sorry if I scared you.” you apologized.

“remind me never to piss you off like that. holy shit.” jisung finally said emerging into the room, followed by hyunjin and changbin.

[violetwitch12087]

Although your boyfriend has a fast mutation he can still get sick and it'll cause complications but thats fine cause he has you to take care of him and hes such a clingy sweetheart

Not Move Fast?! (Peter maximoff)

I walk down the stairs to the basement of my boyfriends moms house to where he usually is i mean it is his room i see him on the bed looking weird i walk over to him and sit down on the bed peter looking up at me almost a look of. Pain?

"Woah peter you okay?" I ask worried "ive just never seen you like this you're usually happy and running around and fast what's wrong baby?" I ask my hand finally reaching up to glide through his silver hair moving it out of his face a bit when i feel a wave of heat hit my hand i lay my palm flat against his forehead and yup he has a fever

"You're burning up peter" i say and his face scrunches up almost angrily and disappointed "i feel just really sick i dont know my stomach hurts my head hurts i dont feel good I just god i wish i wasnt sick" he says and i look at him sympathetically before standing up grabbing the small trashcan with a bag inside of it thats in peters room and i put it next to peter on the floor in case he throws up or something and i go over to the small fridge thats there too and grab a ice pack and grab a towel wrapping it around the ice pack and i walk over to peter putting the ice pack on the night stand next to his bed

I lay down his pillows and he lays down onto them quickly by accident and he whines in pain moving to hover over the trash can and i move his hair a bit giving him a moment before he finally grabs the trashcan and starts to throw up into it (poor baby😕) (im sorry if you have emetophobia thats what its called right or wtv where ur scared of throw up but i would do this for peter)

I rub his hot back soothingly "let it all out baby" i say as he throws up more making me feel bad and empathy for him after a moment and him no longer throwing up just making sure he doesnt again as he breathes heavily trying to take deep breaths and i let go of his hair for a moment and stand up rushing to grab some paper towels or something so he can wipe his nose and mouth and stuff

He lays back onto the pillows taking deep kinda heavy breaths i grab some water and some pills off the night stand and pour 2 into my hand and give them to peter which he pops into his mouth and i guide a glass of water to his lips which he drinks greatfully and goes to lay back down which i grab the back of his head gently laying his head down back onto the pillows

I move his hair off his forehead gently and grab the ice pack putting it on his head him feeling a little more cool and he lets out a soft sigh of relief making me smile a bit "you cant move fast peter if you do you'll make yourself more sick" i say softly my hand on his cheek my thumb softly rubbing his cheek as well as he looks up at me sickly "what? Cant Move Fast?!" He says loud and regrets it the pressure from yelling making his head hurt more and i put my hand on his chest gently "take it easy handsome, yes dont move fast you're only in bed unless you have to use the restroom or something and when you go to lay back down ill be here cs i dont trust you to lay down slow" i say and he nods softly knowing im right

"But its hard y/n, thats literally my mutation i move fast its how i think its how i talk its how i move" he says and i look at him understandingly "i know but would you rather throw up and be sick because your being fast or not be sick because your getting rest?" I ask "be fast" he says "peter" i say intimidatingly "fine okay i would rather be getting rest" he says and he crosses his arms pouting making me smile at the silver headed boy infront of me

"God you're such a cutie" i say as i lean down and leave a soft kiss against his temple which the ice pack isnt covering a little and i sit back straight up looking at peter whos looking at me lovingly and i cant help but smile "imma get you some soft food okay?" I ask and he nods softly careful not to hurt his head as he watches me walk up the steps and to the kitchen to make him some food

After some cooking and cleaning i finally got the food done i even got the kitchen more clean which is good cause magda peters mom has some tough times and im always happy to help her out i grab a tray with food and carefully walk down the steps and see peter lift his head up and he looks at me almost like relief or his eyes maybe lit up? Hm.

"You okay?" I ask softly and he nods and i gently place the tray in his lap which he uses his hands to steady it and he takes some bites of the food happy to get food back into his system and after a bit he finishes his food without his abilities and i take the tray back and go upstairs putting the dishes in the sink and i walk back downstairs to peter i sit down on the bed grabbing his wrist softly just to touch his skin a bit since i cant really kiss him and stuff "im sorry you have to take care of me" he says and i laugh softly "what?" Peter asks "i enjoy taking care of the only person i truly love wouldnt you too?" I ask squinting my eyes at him "of course" he says a smile spreading on his face finally, making me happy

"What are you planning on doing?" Peter asks after a moment of silence "probably just wash dishes and clean the house a bit before your mom gets back from work" i say and he nods softly "you need anything else?" I ask and he shakes his head and i start to stand up to go upstairs when peter grabs my wrist gently but firmly and i turn looking at him "can you not leave please? I dont wanna be alone i just want you here" he says and my gaze softens i knew something was wrong "lay with me please?" He asks using his puppy eyes that always make my knees buckle and i cave

"Fine" i say as i get into the bed next to peter letting the blanket fall on top of me and i turn to look at peter which he puts his arms out invitingly and i smile rolling my eyes playfully before i wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle up to his chest and he holds me there

"You're gonna get me sick mister" i say and i feel and hear him chuckle a bit "well at least ill be able to take care of you" he says a smile spreading widely on my face and i look up at him love filled in my eyes and his as well and i kiss his temple softly again before closing my eyes letting myself relax into peter

As i drift off to sleep his cooling down but still pretty hot body against mine but thats fine and i fall sleep comfortably in peters arms once again...

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Awe this is so fucking adorable to me i love this so fucking much i wanna jump around and actually cover peters face with kisses omg poor babyyyy hes sickkk i basically made this at like 3 am and it glitched so it didn't post and i was feeling a little off/sick so thats why i made a sick imagine and peter popped into my mind cs i was reading tumblr fanfic abt him hes so cute i love him hes so babe hes so husband hes so boyfriend hes so babygirl hes so baby hes so my love JUST AHHH SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE HIM anyways*mwah mwah mwah* i love u my love ill talk to u later🫶🫡

[astars-things]

Before anyone starts attacking me I have permission from @mack-samo to use the one and only Elle Hughes, hope you guys enjoy this

When you met Jordan’s girlfriend elle you both instantly connected with each other she became your best friend and someone you cared for. she was a key feature on your channel which your viewers loved

“So welcome back today I have the beautiful elle Hughes with me and today we are going to be pranking briss and jords” you say to the camera as you started driving back home

“The prank is y/n and I are going to argue with each other and see what the boys do” elle explains while taking a sip of her coffee

“I think briss will get defensive and Jordan will just be confused and scared” you both bursted out into laughter knowing your boys a little to well

Both Jordan and Brendan were sitting in the living room which is perfect for the video, you both were standing in the kitchen making sure the cameras were set up

“Elle I said you could use my makeup not ruin it” you raised your voice both you and Elle hugged before you guys started the prank having no hard feelings

Both briss and jords looked at each other silently communicating to see if they should jump in or not

“Omg Y/n it’s literally makeup calm down” elle yelled back “what’s going on” briss said coming behind you and wrapping his arms around you trying to calm you down while Jordan did the same to Elle “she ruined my makeup that I bought with my own money” you whined

“Y/n you’re acting like a baby” elle replied back “I’m being the baby, who literally cried to me last night because and I quote Jordan won’t text me back” you smirked knowing it was a good lie

“Okay okay let’s take a breather, Jordan take Elle to you room and I’ll take y/n to mine” Briss muttered trying to be the peace keeper in the situation

“Babe please don’t hate me” you mumbled to scared to look him in the eyes “what’s u-“ he stated but soon was interrupted when Elle burst into the room

“Y/n y/n save me I’m getting tickled” you wrapped your arms around her making sure she was safe “weren’t you guys just fighting” briss asked confused “it was a prank” both you and Elle yelled running out the room

[callsign-bunnie]

I'm begging you, please do a Part 3 to the slasher Ghost AU

Trying to figure out what I'm gonna call this part on the AO3. Anyway, this is part of my Slasher Ghost anthology. The new tag is "bunnie's slasherverse" if you want the other parts!

--

Soap had woken up in a house. He actually recognized it fairly quickly as Alejandro's family house. It was on a large property so... escaping would be a pain in the ass.

Rodolfo had woken up shortly after him, his smaller body having gotten the same dose as Soap so it took a bit longer to wear off on him. The first thing Soap had done was trying to assess how they could potentially get out of there.

Rodolfo? The first thing he'd done was track Alejandro down and start to curse at him in Spanish. Soap thought he was fucking crazy, but he was keeping his mouth shut.

"You are going to take us back, and you are going to fuck off, pendejo!" Rodolfo stomped his foot, glaring at Alejandro. Alejandro looked at him like he was lovestruck.

"Mi sol, I'm not going to do that." Alejandro shook his head. "You're going to leave me!"

"Yes! Because you are a murderer!" Rodolfo looked indignant. He jerked back when Alejandro went to touch him. "No! You don't get to touch, anymore!"

Alejandro whined and Soap felt like he was going crazy. They'd just watched them slaughter an entire house of people and Rodolfo was giving Alejandro the "no touch" treatment.

Soap flinched when he felt a hand touch his arm and jerked away from Ghost, who frowned a little. "Are you hungry?" Ghost asked.

Soap shook his head. "Not for anything you two have." He mumbled, backing up from Ghost. He still gave him intense anxiety. Well, still made sense. Whatever. Ghost scared the shit out of him.

Ghost frowned. "You need to eat, Johnny."

"Soap." Soap corrected. "Don't call me that."

Ghost looked hurt but he nodded. "Alright, Soap." He turned and left the room. Soap watched him, shaking his head, and then turned back to Alejandro and Rodolfo.

Rodolfo had his back to Alejandro, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. He kept shaking his head in response to Alejandro's pleading in Spanish. Every time Alejandro would go to touch Rodolfo, he'd move out of the way and yell at him.

Soap ran a hand over his face. He couldn't believe this. Whatever they'd used to drug them was still wearing off, so he was kind of drowsy. He wanted to sleep. He jumped when Ghost suddenly spoke. "We have beds for you."

Soap looked at him, confused when he'd came back. "No thanks."

"You're about to pass out. Sleep."

"No thank you." Soap shook his head, crossing his arms. "I don't really want to find out what you plan to do to me in my sleep." He huffed.

Ghost frowned. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're a murderer." Soap looked at him, incredulous. "You... you murdered..." Soap counted for a minute. "At least 50 people."

Ghost looked almost proud of himself before wincing. "I adore you, Johnny. I won't hurt you."

Soap looked away, flushing. No, no. Ghost was a murderer. Do not get flustered over the literal murderer saying he adores you. "How would I know that?"

Ghost frowned and tried to think. "I don't know yet. But, I'll prove it to you."

Soap laughed. "You can prove it by taking me home."

"No can do." Ghost shook his head. "But, I'll prove it in another way. I'll make you love me."

"I'll never love you." Soap glared at him.

Ghost only smiled. "You will."

-

Soap was incredulous. Rodolfo was still giving Alejandro the "no touch" treatment, but Alejandro had brought his entire wardrobe over. So Rodolfo was in his showiest outfits and Alejandro had not been allowed to touch him at all.

Soap did not fucking get this at all. "Rudy! He's a serial killer! You- you cannot honestly think this tactic is going to work??"

Rodolfo sighed. He was on the couch, watching TV with him. "Soap, we are kind of stuck here. So, as long as they have us kidnapped, Ale gets to see and not touch."

Soap stared at him. "That's the method you're sticking with. Seriously??"

Rodolfo shrugged a bit. "Do you have any better ideas?"

Reluctantly, Soap had to admit that he did not. He really didn't think they'd get too far if they ran.

Honestly, as far as the house went, they were well taken care of. Soap had forgotten just how loaded Alejandro was. It had a fucking waterfall fountain in it. Just casually.

The kitchen was well stocked, Soap had finally given in and eaten, and there was a decent amount of entertainment. Nothing that could communicate with the outside world, of course, but that was expected.

"We need to get one of their phones." Soap mumbled, after a moment.

"And do what, exactly?" Rodolfo sighed.

Soap frowned. "Do you not have any desire to escape at all??"

"Soap. I am exhausted. I just watched close to 40 people be systematically murdered. I broke up with my long term boyfriend and then was kidnapped by him." Rodolfo laid his head back. "I'm tired. Yes, I would like to escape. But, until you have a plan, I'm going to keep lounging around in lingerie and shorts and watching TV."

Soap watched him and then softened a little. This probably was a lot to deal with for Rodolfo... It was a lot for Soap.

Rodolfo was quiet for a moment. "I've never told you how Alejandro and I met. We both survived an axe maniac in the woods. Well, I thought we both survived. He... wore a black skull mask. When we saw him out the window, I was terrified he'd come back to finish me off. And then... we got here and I realized that no. I'd been lied to. Four years of my life were a lie. Alejandro was the axe maniac."

Soap softened more. "Oh, Rudy..." No wonder he was defeated. He'd just found out his long term boyfriend was a fucking psychopath murderer. One who'd murdered to manipulate him into a relationship. "I'm sorry."

"Whatever." Rodolfo shrugged, staring at the very high ceiling. "He was cunning enough to manipulate me for four years. He's cunning enough to keep us locked here. At least for a while."

Soap cringed a little. "Yeah..." Rodolfo was right. They were not getting out of there for a bit. At this rate, the "no touch" treatment was likely the best he was going to be able to do.

Rodolfo was suddenly up, glaring at the doorway. Soap followed his eyes to see Alejandro was standing there. Alejandro looked distraught. "Mi sol, please end this punishment..."

"Go fuck yourself!" Rodolfo backed away when Alejandro came over and Alejandro pleaded with him. "No!"

Now that Soap had realized that this was their best option, this was kind of amusing. Soap leaned back, watching Alejandro desperately plead with Rodolfo, half in English, half in Spanish. Rodolfo just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Please, Rudy..." Alejandro begged, almost on his knees. "Mi sol, I will do anything."

"Take us back."

"Mi Sol, I will do almost anything." Alejandro put his hands together.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and turned away. Soap remembered Alejandro saying he had a media room in the basement, so he decided to leave them to that. He trusted Rodolfo could hold his own, going downstairs.

As Alejandro had said, there was a media room. It was small but it had a giant projector and some seats, so Soap went up to see what movies it had, curious. He decided to at least try not to spend every waking moment he had there with anxiety.

"What movies do you like?"

Soap jerked back, hearing Ghost's voice. "Asshole! Do you do that on purpose?"

Ghost frowned. "Do what?"

Soap narrowed his eyes before shaking his head. "Nothing." He turned back to the movie library on the computer attached to the projector. "Ironically... horror movies. Not... not anymore. I can't stomach them."

"Why not?" Ghost moved so Soap could see him again.

Soap blinked and looked at him, as if to say "are you serious?" Ghost, however, only stared back at him, genuinely curious. "You're joking, right?"

Ghost shook his head.

Soap took a deep breath. "Let me explain something to you. Normal people get traumatized by waking up to someone's blood dripping on them."

Ghost tilted his head, almost looking like this was a new concept. "Oh."

Soap shook his head again and just picked a random movie.

"So... you being traumatized... does it affect you in other ways?" Ghost followed Soap as he went to a chair, sitting by him but keeping a little distance.

Soap rolled his eyes. "Yeah, several ways."

"What ways?"

Soap wasn't even sure why he was explaining this. "Well, I had nightmares. Quite a few of them. You killing my hookup and cuddling me at night did not help that. I rarely sleep anymore. Sometimes... if I go quiet, I can hear screaming. I smell blood. I see your eyes, and not in a pleasant way."

Ghost frowned. "Oh." He seemed to consider. "And how do you help that?"

"Not being around the person who caused the trauma is a start." Soap glared at him.

"And that's me?" Ghost looked at him. "I traumatized you?"

"Yes."

"Well, we can't do that, then." Ghost frowned and furrowed his brows. He considered. "I'll look into treatments for trauma. Enjoy your movie, Soap." He stood and left.

Soap watched him leave, incredulous again. He was the only normal person in this entire house.

-

Rodolfo watched Soap leave, frowning. Great, thanks. Rodolfo just continued to ignore Alejandro's pleading. "Please, mi sol. I adore you. I need you. I want to please you... please..."

Rodolfo shook his head, turning away from him.

"Mi sol..." Alejandro sounded so distraught. It was hard not to give in, immediately. Rodolfo had always given in so easily to that voice. It was probably why Alejandro was using it.

"You lied to me..." Rodolfo finally said. "You... You killed my friends!"

"You hated them! They treated you like shit!" Alejandro went in front of him. "Anna was so cruel to you, all of the time. I wanted to kill her a lot earlier, but I needed to have restraint."

Rodolfo again turned away from him and Alejandro made a desperate noise. "She was my friend."

"You met Soap the next month! You never would have if she was alive!"

Rodolfo couldn't deny that one. "But you killed three people to get me to be with you!"

"You wouldn't have, any other way..." Alejandro again moved to the front of him.

Rodolfo huffed, since he couldn't really deny that, either. Alejandro had made his intentions pretty clear before that and Rodolfo had wanted none of it. "You're a murderer..."

"I'm your murderer." Alejandro half grinned.

"You're unbelievable!" Rodolfo turned right back around.

Alejandro whined and was suddenly grabbing Rodolfo and dragging him to the couch. Rodolfo half heartedly went to jerk away but Alejandro didn't care. He just sat on the couch and pulled Rodolfo into his lap, nuzzling his shoulder. "I adore you, Mi Sol. I would die for you. I have killed for you... Forgive me..."

"You're a murderer!" Rodolfo climbed out of his lap, huffing. "You have killed people."

"I love you..." Alejandro looked up at him. His eyes were so desperate and so sad and Rodolfo... he gave in.

Rodolfo softened and slumped. "I love you, too..."

Alejandro grinned, immediately, and pulled Rodolfo back into his lap, kissing all over his jaw and shoulders. "I've been wanting to bring you here and keep you here for a while but I could never find the right time to do it. I want to keep you away from everyone else, no one else deserves you."

Rodolfo shook his head. "No- no. I'm not- I want to still be able to see people, Alejandro. That's not fair. Why do I have to stay here?"

Alejandro paused, clearly not expecting that response. "Because you're mine."

Rodolfo pinched the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, the empathy lessons he'd had to give Alejandro over the course of their relationship made sense. "Alejandro! I like going outside and shopping and going to parties and restaurants and interacting with people!"

Alejandro seemed to consider for a moment before shrugging. "I will go with you to all of that, then."

Rodolfo covered his face. He was getting overwhelmed. Alejandro touched Rodolfo's arms but Rodolfo jerked away from him, tearing up a little.

"No.. Mi sol.. Don't cry, I hate it when you cry..." Alejandro's voice was soft, caring.

"You kidnapped me... You lied and you manipulated me..." Rodolfo whimpered. "Our whole relationship was a lie..."

Alejandro took his hands. "Mi sol... anything I ever did was because I was madly in love with you... I just... you were so beautiful and sweet and funny and... I wanted your attention on me... And I hated your bitch friend because she was constantly putting you down to make herself feel better..."

Rodolfo sniffled and looked up at him. Alejandro smiled down at him. "Rudy, I would kill anyone who hurt you. Give me their name and I'll do it. I adore you. You are the light of my life. You are my life."

Rodolfo couldn't help melting. "But... but I don't want you to kill anyone..."

Alejandro brought Rodolfo's knuckles to his lips, kissing both hands. "I love you so much..."

Rodolfo hesitated before curling back into Alejandro. "I love you, too..."

-

Soap wished he could say he was shocked that Rodolfo had given in so quickly. But, he wasn’t. Rudy was always kind of weak for Alejandro. Soap had watched Rodolfo give in on so much for Alejandro’s puppy eyes.

Soap, however, was not going to give in to Ghost. 

Not when he was still waking up with horrible nightmares. They were worse, now. Fire and smoke and claustrophobia. And the same blue eyes staring deep into his own. It didn’t help that he’d turn around, sometimes, and those blue eyes would be watching him.

Soap tried to entertain himself, since Alejandro didn’t let Rodolfo get more than two feet away from him. But... it was so mind numbingly boring. Soap wasn’t sure he’d felt a positive emotion since he’d gotten there. Fear, boredom, loneliness... That was it.

Ghost never touched him, though. He only watched him. Sometimes, he’d talk to him. Soap had to admit, for someone who spent 7 years in the woods, supposedly, though Soap stumbled on in-home gym and it kind of clicked (also Ghost had his own bedroom), he was fairly charming.

If Soap didn’t see Ghost soaked in blood when he closed his eyes, his attempts may have worked. But, Soap was still deeply terrified of him. Alejandro kept encouraging Soap to give Ghost a chance but he was not taking advice for how to deal with a murderer from another murderer. (He’d tried to get Rodolfo to tell Soap as well but Rodolfo had only glared at Alejandro, so Alejandro gave up quickly on that one. Soap had half a mind to call Alejandro a simp. He still might.)

So, Soap planned to just completely ignore Ghost.

Until he was so mind numbingly bored one night. He couldn’t sleep and Rodolfo now slept in Alejandro’s room, so he couldn’t talk to him. Which left him one option.

The crazy mass murderer.

Soap groaned and shook his head, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and getting up. Maybe Ghost would be asleep and Soap would just come back and go to bed. 

He went down the hallway to where he knew Ghost’s room was. Reluctantly, he knocked on the door, jumping when it opened almost immediately. “Soap.” Ghost looked surprised.

Soap looked away. “Hey. Sorry I um... couldn’t sleep.”

“And you came to me?” Ghost looked almost touched and Soap huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t make a big deal over it,” he muttered. He pushed around Ghost, going into his room. 

Ghost followed him, though he still gave him distance. “I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Soap sat on Ghost’s room and sat down. He wasn’t shocked at the Slasher posters on his wall. They covered black painted walls, as well as death metal posters and satanism symbols. God, what a fucking weirdo. “Satanism?”

“I don’t follow it but I like the stuff and Alejandro thought it was hilarious.” Ghost shrugged, sitting in his desk chair. “It’s a cool aesthetic.”

“Like being a slasher?” Soap snorted.

Ghost shrugged. “The police made me this way. They wanted me to be a murderer so bad. Figured... why not.”

“Because murder is wrong??” Soap stared at him. “And you were a murderer. You killed your family.”

“I did not kill my mother or brother. I’ll admit to my father. Bastard had it coming. But... no, I didn’t kill my mother or my brother.” Ghost shook his head.

Soap frowned. Ghost had no reason to lie but... “Who did, then?”

“My father. He got really drunk. He was trying to kill me, too but... I guess I just snapped.” Ghost shrugged, looking around his room. “Ale found me a few days later, still covered in his blood.”

Soap frowned a little. Jesus. “But your father was dead so they blamed you...”

“I guess. I stayed away from civilization. Alejandro took care of me for the most part. He killed his own father two years later and just turned him into a social recluse who sends his son to do everything.” Ghost looked at Soap, again. “I helped him get Rodolfo, you know.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t think I need that story.” Soap shook his head, not really wanting the details on how Alejandro and Ghost teamed up to traumatize Rodolfo. 

Ghost shrugged and continued to watch Soap. “When you decided to beg for your life by empathizing with me... It made me feel weird. No one had done that. They’d only ever begged me not to kill them, but you just didn’t want to be fucked up.”

“I’m not like other victims.” Soap mocked and glared at him. “I didn’t beg for my life so you decided to spare it? What am I King Solomon?”

Ghost seemed to perk up a little. “King Solomon... what an interesting metaphor. The man who asked God only for Wisdom and he rewarded him with riches as well. Hmm... I suppose you are.”

Soap narrowed his eyes at him. “A pretentious psychopath, even worse.” He mumbled and looked away, finally. 

“I spared you because I wanted to fuck you.” Ghost said, after a moment. “You were right.”

Soap froze, having not expected that. “But you knocked me out when I tried anything.”

“Police sirens.” Ghost shrugged and leaned back. “But, for the year that I didn’t pursue you, I thought about you every day. I thought about your body, mostly. Your mouth.”

Soap turned bright red. Fuck, he was a sucker for bedroom talk and Ghost had a weird way of doing it. He looked away and then stood. “I think I’m tired, I’m going to go to bed.”

Ghost stopped him, immediately. “Wait, I’m sorry. That was too fast. Alejandro... says I can be too intense, sometimes.”

“Yeah, just a bit.” Soap huffed. He paused when Ghost touched his chin and turned Soap to look at him. Soap’s breath caught at the way Ghost stared into his eyes, almost forcing him to keep eye contact.

Soap did manage to yank his eyes away from Ghost. “I will never love you.” 

“That’s not true.” Ghost murmured. His thumb traced over Soap’s lips and he had to take in a breath. “I’m willing to wait until you do.”

“You’ll be waiting forever.”

“I’m fine with waiting forever.” Ghost shrugged. “I’ll wait.”

Soap glared at Ghost, but he was only met with a smile. “You’re a bastard.”

“You really are just a pretty man. I didn’t get why Alejandro said Rodolfo was pretty and beautiful so much but... I do now. You’re so beautiful. I want to look at you all day every day. Trace your features with my eyes...” 

Soap clenched his hands into fists, trying not to show how flustered that made him. “It’s fairly obvious you and Alejandro are best friends. Did he teach you how to say those things?”

“You pick it up, after a bit.” Ghost shrugged. 

Soap looked away, pulling away from Ghost’s touch. “You make me afraid.”

“That is understandable.” Ghost nodded. “I killed several people in front of you. But trust that I am in love with you, Johnny. I will wait for you to love me, too.”

“Goodnight.” Soap muttered and left, not wanting to entertain his words. He would never love Ghost. Ever.

-

Soap woke up screaming, begging for his own life. He jerked back, moments later, when his door was being thrown open. He panicked, climbing out of the bed and backing as far away from the door as he could.

Ghost was standing there, looking fairly freaked out. “You screamed...”

Soap couldn’t help but soften at the concern in Ghost’s eyes. “I had a nightmare...”

“Are you alright?” Ghost came into the room. Soap took in a shuddering breath and shook his head, still shaking. It’d been horrible. He’d re-experienced the entire night over again, in excruciating horrible detail. 

Ghost came over and seemed to hesitate before pulling Soap into his arms. Soap almost wanted to pull away, but he was so tired and so scared and Ghost was holding him and he hadn’t been held in so long and Soap just melted into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist. 

Ghost seemed awkward, but he put his arms around him, and held him close. Soap took in another shaky breath, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Ghost’s chest. Soap liked the way Ghost smelled. Clean laundry and skin. No blood or smoke. 

Soap eventually pulled away when his own shaking subsided a little. He took a deep breath, avoiding Ghost’s gaze. This didn’t mean anything. He didn’t love Ghost. He didn’t want Ghost. Ghost scared the shit- “Goodnight, Johnny.”

“Please don’t go.” Soap cringed at the pleading in his own voice, embarrassed. That sounded pathetic.

Ghost looked like Soap had just handed him Christmas. “Alright.”

Soap hesitated before climbing back in bed, lifting the blanket. Ghost didn’t even hesitate, just climbing right into the bed with him. Soap curled up to him, relaxing when Ghost again put his arms around him.

He had to admit, when Ghost had put his arms around him the night he thought he was Evan, it had been nice when he didn’t know it was Ghost. Ghost was so firm and warm and Soap had loved it. “Go back to sleep, Johnny. I’ve got you.”

Soap relaxed and nodded, doing just that.

[hoodedchishiya]

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✨Pairing: Kuina x Chishiya ✨

who is the better dancer? Kuina. Due to her time spent at The Beach, she picked up a few moves along the way whenever partying. Chishiya, however.. let’s just say that he may be skilled in most things, but dancing isn’t one of them. Definitely needs a few lessons.

who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? Kuina likes the outdoors more since she can socialise better in an open space, plus girl likes to catch the sun while she can. However, Chishiya likes the indoors where he can completely avoid everyone and get some peace. If he’s not in work then he hides out in his home.

who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? Chishiya is a cat because he can relate to them more: anti-social, standoffish, cold and likes to take naps. Kuina is more of a dog person: Loyal, bubbly, sociable and friendly. They definitely go back and forth about what pet they want to adopt into their small family, but ultimately end up getting both a cat and a dog to settle the argument.

who’s more social? Definitely Kuina. A social butterfly who loves to meet new people and fits in easily with a new crowd. Chishiya isn’t social at all and would much rather avoid all human interaction altogether.

who makes the bed every morning? Chishiya— and this is usually while Kuina is still in it. He knows that it’ll probably be late afternoon when she rises because she’s a night owl and stays up most of the night straight through to early morning. He definitely hits her with a few pillows along the way — not on purpose (very on purpose) — and rips the sheet from her until she stirs and starts whining about how cold she is. It never fails to put a smirk on his face.

who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? Chishiya likes to keep the house cold and Kuina likes to keep the house warm. There’s always a debate. Chishiya likes to bring up how he can wear his hoodies when it’s cold and that they can always warm up but not cool down if they turn the heating on. Kuina likes to state that she’s too pretty to freeze to death. That’s her argument.

who takes longer getting ready? Kuina. Takes her over an hour since she’s a perfectionist when it comes to her looks. Shower, makeup, clothes, shoes, accessories, bags.. can never choose which ones go with which and that often results in numerous outfits changes before she decides on ✨the one.✨ Of course that often makes them late for dates, but Chishiya doesn’t mind.. not when she looks stunning in her attire.

who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? Chishiya likes horror movies and constantly likes to scare Kuina when watching them together, resulting in her screaming and yelling at him— accidentally smacking him too out of reflex. Meanwhile Kuina loves cheesy and romantic comedies and forced Chishiya to endure them with her.

who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? Kuina screams and Chishiya kills it which often results in her scolding him for being cruel. “I didn’t tell you to kill it, I wanted you to take it outside!” To which Chishiya shrugs and simply replies in a sarcastic manner. “You’re welcome.” 💀

who is more technology challenged? Chishiya. He doesn’t like social media and doesn’t spend a lot of time on his phone or on a computer. He’s old fashioned in that way, much preferring to spend time offline which may lead to him struggling more than most whenever he needs to use technology.

who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? Kuina. She burns anything and everything— a literal fire hazard. If water could burn that she would even burn that. Chishiya constantly has to stand by with a fire extinguisher whenever she gets the genius idea that she wants to try out a new recipe that she saw on the TV. Obviously it always ends in disaster and a lot of foam everywhere—

who talks in their sleep? Both, especially after Borderland. With the constant nightmares, both struggle to refrain from fidgeting or mumbling in their sleep when forced to live their worst moments from Borderland over and over on a loop in their heads. Luckily they have each other for comfort when it all gets too much.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? Chishiya, on purpose. He knows it annoys Kuina because it dries up the toothpaste quicker, and he even goes as far as to hide it from Kuina just to irritate her. It’s safe to say that goading her is one of his favourite things to do in the world.

who likes getting dressed up more? Kuina. Chishiya much prefers to stay in his hoodies and sweatpants. He’s more of a comfort over fashion sort of guy and doesn’t see the point of dressing up just to fit in with social etiquettes. If he really has to though, he’ll get dressed up.. especially when Kuina loves to tug him by the tie~ ✨

who’s better at tying ties? Chishiya. Although he does like it when Kuina attempts to do it for him and fails. It’s the thought that counts though, right? Plus her hands on him is an added bonus.

who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? Kuina. She was going for a sweet and cheesy message like from a romance movie, however.. Chishiya talks over her in the background, definitely mocking her and mimicking her tone in an attempt to put her off, and you bet the ending is her yelling at him to shut up. It’s something they often laugh about together, and they keep that as their answering machine message even though it’s a chaotic mess.

who’s better at planning romantic things? Kuina. Chishiya doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body, but sometimes he tries for her.. even though he isn’t good at it. But Kuina is great at it and definitely gets him in the mood for some romance whenever she puts the effort in to reserve a table at a fancy restaurant, finds the best place to stargaze among other things.

who takes up more space in the closet? Kuina. That woman has outfits for days and poor Chishiya can barely fit his clothes in the closet with how much space she takes up— not that he has much anyway. He’s perfectly fine with putting his own stuff in to the drawers instead.

who has more of a sweet tooth? Kuina. Chishiya doesn’t like sugary snacks — with the exception of biscuits of course — because they’re bad for the teeth. Kuina, however? She’s on a constant sugar rush with her favourite candies which is why she’s almost always on the go. Probably the main reason why she struggles to get to sleep early too.

who drinks more often? Kuina. Chishiya isn’t much of a drinker himself, and doesn’t drink nearly as much as Kuina when they visit bars. Kuina can outdrink anybody.. and then throw it all back up later. Guess who’s holding her hair while she’s doing so? That’s right, a very unimpressed Chishiya.

who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? Both because they’re both menaces. Whenever faced with a serious situation, the two of them usually side eye each other and smirk before quietly snickering to each other about it. It’s why most people dread inviting them to any sort of social event because they’re unpredictable.