#I’LL FIGURE IT OUT SOON AND MAKE Y’ALL PROUD!!!

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Suds n Sorrows

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: anon request for reader comforting nico after losing the last game of the season

notes: y’all i kinda love this one 🤭. me being a cancer, i’m patiently waiting for the day i can nurture and comfort nico. that’s all. hope you enjoy !!

(also, i used google translate for any german present in this fic, so if its wrong, oopsies)

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part 2 (18+)

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You already felt terrible you were having to miss the last game of the season, but as you watch the clock hit zero on the screen of the tv in front of you, signifying another Devil’s loss, you really wished you could be there. You think about how defeated your boys look, not being able to secure one last win for the fans this season. You watch as they skate to the middle of the ice, thanking their fans with rounded shoulders and sad smiles on their faces.

You curse your professors, hating that their review schedules for finals fell right in the middle of the end of the hockey season. You were supposed to be there tonight, supporting your friends and boyfriend; but a last-minute email from a professor informing you of a mandatory review session, starting only an hour before puck drop, threw your plans out the window.

You pick up your phone to send Nico a quick text, telling him you love him and are proud of him no matter what. You know he won’t see it right away, with post-game interviews and the added responsibility of fan-appreciation activities, he won’t be home for another hour or two at the earliest. You turn the tv off, not wanting to see the dejected looks from the team any longer.

You go to the kitchen and start to busy yourself by making one of Nico’s favorite treats, wanting to give him something to smile about when he gets home. You make plans in your head to either make something or order something to take to the rest of the team tomorrow during their locker cleanout. Once you’ve finished the task at hand and cleaned the kitchen, you make your way back into the living room, figuring Nico will be home any minute.

You were scrolling through Instagram, lost in the comments on the Devil’s most recent post about the fans, when you heard the front door to your apartment open. You sat up, turning your body to face the entry way, watching Nico walk towards you. He dropped his bag as he reached the couch, wordlessly flopping down beside you, throwing his body half on top of yours. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of your perfume, squeezing your body against his own.

“I’m so proud of you,” is the first thing you said to him, taking the beanie off of his head so you can run your fingers through his hair.

“Nothin’ to be proud of, Schatz. We lost. Didn’t you see?” You feel him mumble against your skin.

“Hey, now. No more pity party, alright? You still went out there and gave it everything you had. I’ll always be proud of you, win or lose,” you scold, hating when he doesn’t give himself credit for all the work he puts in for this team.

“Just wish we could’ve won one last one. For the fans. For the guys. For Jack.”

“How is he, by the way? You heard anything?” You ask about the middle Hughes, knowing how upset Nico was he wouldn’t be finishing the season with the rest of the team.

“Yeah, talked to him before the game. Sore, but good. Already trying to weasel his way back onto the ice, but Ellen has him under house arrest.”

You chuckle, causing Nico’s body to shake with yours, knowing how stubborn Jack can be.

“I swear, if he doesn’t just let himself rest and heal I’ll fly out to Michigan myself to babysit him,” you tell your boyfriend, earning a laugh in response.

The conversation falls silent soon after, the two of you just soaking in each other’s company. You had adjusted your bodies so Nico was fully laying on you now, one hand continuing to play with his hair, the other lightly tracing shapes up and down his back. You worry he’s fallen asleep until you feel him lift his head, resting his chin on your chest so he can look up at your face.

“Wanna talk about it?” You ask him, looking down at his soft, sad eyes.

“Not much to say. We lost. The game, the season, the cup. We just didn’t perform this year. Got a lot to work on going forward,” he shrugs, not meeting your eyes.

“Okay, when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, I didn’t mean give me locker room answers. I meant, do you want to talk about why you’re being so hard on yourself? Why you’re acting like you won’t ever play hockey again? I know how hard this is on you all, especially after the season you guys had last year, but not every year is a stellar year, Neeks. Sometimes you have to have a bad season before you know how to have a great one,” you pushed him off of you slightly, both of you sitting up so you can face each other.

“I know we can’t be great every year, Y/N, but I at least expected us to do as well as we did last year. Coming off of such an explosive season, even though we didn’t win the cup, I figured everyone would show up ready to go, ready to win some games. And then then everyone started getting injured, and the longer the season went on, something shifted. It’s like they gave up before we even got started. It’s like they didn’t even want it anymore!” Nico cries out, letting himself get worked up.

You simply nod, encouraging him to keep going, knowing he needs to get it out of his system.

“I just-“ he hesitates, calming himself from his outburst mere seconds ago. “I worry about who’ll be coming back next season. I like this team. I love these guys like they’re my brothers, and I wanted better for so many of them. Nothing is ever guaranteed in the league, and I just want to keep playing with this team. Tonight could’ve been the last time I ever stepped onto that ice with a few of them.” He continues, emotion so raw on his face you almost want to cry for him.

There it was. The real reason he’s so upset. You knew this was more than just a loss, even if it was a hard one. He hardly ever comes home and just allows the two of you to sit in silence, always going over what they could’ve done better, and what they need to work on in the future. He’s upset about losing his team. Nico always gets so attached to his players, wanting to give every person he plays with the best guidance and outcomes he can. You figure its why they made him captain.

“Oh Neeks,” you start, reaching out to grab his hands. “These guys love you, you know that, right? They want to do their best for you, always. You think they don’t beat themselves up for letting you down?” you pause, wanting your words to truly reach him. “But…you know this is always a possibility. Trades get made, contracts expire. It’s just part of the world you signed up for. I can guarantee you, nearly every one of these guys would come back next year if it was up to them. They love this team just like you do,” you reiterate, having been told this by his teammates more times than you can count. “You gave them everything you could this season. I can assure you, not a single player left that arena tonight thinking of what you could’ve done differently, instead focusing on what they could’ve done differently.”

Nico sat for a second, absorbing your words. He takes his hands from yours to place his head in them, trying to collect his thoughts.

“Wenn es nur so einfach wäre,” you hear the foreign words muffled by the sound of his hands.

“Neeks, you know I’m learning, but I have no clue what you just said,” you chuckle slightly, not knowing if he’s even aware of the language switch.

“I said, if only it was that easy. I know you’re right, I do. But I just can’t make my brain hear the words the way my ears do,” he sighs.

You look at the man in front of you with sad eyes. You wish you could carry some of this burden for him, but you can’t. At the end of the day, you don’t know what it’s like to be the captain of a hockey team. You don’t know the full extent of the pressure not only his coaches place on him, but the team management, as well.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” you coo sadly, reaching out to cup his face, his own sad, brown eyes looking into yours. “Why don’t we just relax for the rest of the night, yeah? I was thinking about a bath earlier, if you wanted to join me? I’ll add some of that bubble bath you like. The one that smells like oranges and raspberries?” You question, deciding you’d talked enough hockey tonight.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agrees, leaning into your touch, letting his eyes flutter shut.

You lean forward to give him a small peck on his forehead before standing and making your way to the bathroom.

You make sure the temperature of the water isn’t too hot, but still wanting it to be warm enough to soothe the ache not only in Nico’s muscles, but the ache in his chest, too. You decide to light a few candles, wanting to make the space as relaxing for him as possible. The bathroom door opens as you’re lighting the last candle, Nico having already discarded most of his clothing, standing before you only in his boxers.

He closes the door behind him, walking fully into the bathroom and leaning against the counter next to you. You set the candle away from anything that could potentially catch fire, and walk over to Nico. You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his bare chest.

The two of you stand like that for a few moments, trying to transfer every ounce of love you have for the man through the contact. Eventually he pulls back, placing his hands on your shoulder before cocking an eyebrow, eyes raking down your body at your still fully clothed figure.

“Shouldn’t you have much less clothing on if we’re meant to be taking a bath together, Schatz?” he asks, the teasing in his voice a nice change from earlier.

“Are you trying to get me naked, cap?” you try to act shocked, but you can’t help the amused smile that breaks out on your face.

“Always, Mrs. cap,” he cheekily responds, using his teammates’ nickname for you.

You step back with a giggle, undressing yourself as Nico removes what little clothing he had on. After you walk over to turn the bathroom light off, the two of you step into the steaming tub, settling into a comfortable position. Your back rests against Nico’s chest, head resting on his shoulder, his clasped hands resting on your stomach. He begins tracing shapes on your stomach like you were on his back a few minutes ago, letting the warm water heat your skin and wash the stress of the day away.

“You know, even though I’m sad the season’s over, it does mean I get to spend more time with you now,” Nico breaks the silence, head tilted to rest against yours.

You hum in response, smiling at the thought of no more early morning alarms or late-night interruptions when he gets home from a roadie. You daydream about lazy mornings and breakfast in bed, something the two of you don’t get to indulge in nearly enough. You open your eyes, the thought reminding you of the treat you made Nico before his arrival home, nearly forgetting about the baked good sitting in your kitchen.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I baked you a little something before you got home!” you sat up a bit, water splashing around you.

“You did? What ever for?” Nico asks, eyes widening a bit at your sudden burst of enthusiasm.

“Just because. Knew you had a hard day, wanted to make sure you had something sweet to brighten it up a bit,” you shrugged.

“Not necessary. Not with the promise of getting to come home to you already.”

Your cheeks flush red, never really getting used to the sweet words Nico always throws your way.

“Well, I guess you don’t want any Luzerner….Luzerner…Leb…” You start, but can’t remember how to pronounce the Swiss dessert. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, aggravated with yourself and your lack of fluency in Swiss-German.

“Luzerner Lebkuchen?” Nico finished for you.

“Yeah…that.” You roll your eyes at his perfect pronunciation.

“You really made it for me? From scratch?”

“Mhmm. Used your mom’s recipe. I hope it turned out. I didn’t want to cut into it to try it before you got home. Wanted to surprise you.”

Nico’s heart swelled at the confession, amazed that you’d go through all of that effort just for him. It wasn’t an easy dish to perfect, by no means. It took his mom years to get her gingerbread cake perfectly moist and flavorful. Regardless of how it tastes, he’ll savor it like it’s the last food on earth, simply because you made it for him.

“Well consider me surprised,” Nico murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.

You love moments like these. Lost in Nico, the two of you in your own little world. No hockey, no schoolwork, no responsibilities. Just two people hopelessly in love with each other, soaking in every ounce of affection the other has to offer.

Nico runs his hand down your back, causing your body to shiver at the contact. He pulls you closer, his other hand coming to tangle itself in your hair, tugging just enough to cause your mouth to open in a gasp, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight one another, his winning the struggle for dominance in the end, a groan working its way out of his throat. When he starts to move his hand lower down your back, grabbing the flesh of your ass in the process, you pull back, lips swollen and out of breath.

“Nope. Slow your roll, hot stuff. This was meant to be a relaxing bath, not a sex and suds party,” you push him back by the shoulders, earning a pout from the man across from you.

“But, a sex and suds party sounds pretty relaxing to me. No better way to unwind after a hard day than watching your face as I make you cu-“

“Nope! Not happening right now! Keep it up and it won’t be happening at all tonight,” You warn, turning back around to resume your earlier position, hands resting over his on your stomach to keep them from wandering.

Nico laughs, finding amusement in your commitment to the relaxing bath you promised him. He places a kiss to your temple, deciding to leave it alone for now, knowing he’ll revisit the subject later.

The two of you sit in the warm tub until the water runs cold, talking about anything that crosses your minds. From your upcoming finals to summer destinations you’d love to visit, the security of your bubble filled world allowing no room for hockey talk or stressful situations to infiltrate the delicate space.

After you start shivering, having put up with the cold water for as long as you could, Nico reaches forward to drain the tub, deciding that its time the two of you get out and dry off. You step out of the tub, reaching for the towels you had placed on the closed lid of the toilet seat, grabbing one for yourself before handing one to Nico. The two of you dry off your bodies, no sound other than the draining tub in the room. You look over to Nico, towel wrapped around his waist, and admire the man you love. You love him for so much more than his physique, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the cherry on top of the already perfect soul before you.

Before he catches you staring and gets anymore ideas, you look away and wrap your own towel around your body, trying to shield yourself from the cool air on your damp skin.

“Thank you, Schatz,” Nico breaks the silence, causing you to look up at him, noticing he had closed the distance between the two of you, reaching out to place a piece of hair behind your ear, hand falling to your cheek.

“For what?”

“For always being here when I need someone. For always knowing exactly what I need, even before I do. For being you,” he states, referencing the many times you’ve been his sanity after days like today, always managing to take his mind off of his troubles and filling his head with thoughts of you, instead.

“Always,” you turn your head, placing a kiss on his palm before placing your cheek back against his palm, flashing Nico one of your loving smiles.

“Now, what about digging into that cake I made you? It’s not going to eat itself, you know?” you perk up, wanting to find out if you efforts paid off or not.

“Oh, I have a different kind of dessert I’d rather dig into, if you don’t mind,” Nico smirks, watching your eyes widen as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing at your squeal as he heads towards the door of the bathroom, ready to savor his sweet treat.

[lasciviouspoison]

can i?

full length toji fic for da one time! i’m rlly proud of this one y’all, so i hope u can enjoy! tw: afab!reader, toji x chubby!reader, virgin reader, dirty talk, breeding/mentions of breeding, mentions of after care. basically porn with a mini plot, lol. per usual, all of my works are written with a black archetype in mind, but all can read!! mwah! 💋

you’ve been in a relationship with toji for a few months now and you really like him! he smells good all the time and he takes such good care of you. like seriously, he rarely lets you life a finger around the house and treats you like a princess. he does everything right and is so patient with you that you can’t help but wonder why he’s with you. especially since the two of you have never had sex.

and while you would love nothing more than to take that step with toji, there’s just one problem; you’re a virgin.

he knows this though and he’s never pushed the topic of sex onto you, knowing that you’ll bring it up whenever you’re ready. however, toji doesn’t know that you’ve been ready since like two months of y’all being together.

you know (or can assume) that toji has fucked many women. i mean, look at him. he’s a staggering 6’2, completely ripped, tatted from head to toe, and the epitome of a masculine man. not to mention he’s wealthy and extremely in tune with his and your emotions. put all of this together and he’s the perfect guy!

so how could someone like you, an inexperienced virgin be worthy of being with, never mind fucking, a guy like toji, who could probably fuck you good with his eyes closed and a hand behind his back.

it’s because of thoughts like these you find yourself sitting next to him on the couch, trying to force yourself to watch the movie you begged and begged him to rent with nothing but sex on the brain.

your legs are swung over his spread out lap while his hands rest on your calves. ur little head is spinning with ideas on how to initiate sex that it feels like he’s burning you.

unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice that all that pent up frustration has caused you to unconsciously squirm around in your seat. he noticed it awhile ago. the constant shifting and rubbing your feet together, he figured that something was definitely up.

“what’s wrong baby? why you keep movin’ round so much?” you look him square in the eyes and almost cum. he’s so fucking gorgeous it’s like your body forgot how to work.

“nothin! i’m fine!” you say with a forced smile and quickly turn ur head back to the screen.

just before you can let out the breath you were unknowingly holding, you feel a rough hand grip your chin and you’re met with toji’s face.

“why you lyin to me baby? there’s definitely somethin wrong. tell me” his voice is laced with concern and you feel like such a dickhead. why can’t you just tell him what you want?

after playing with your fingers for a second, you give a little sigh, “i’ve been thinking about it for a while toji, and i, i think i’m ready.”

he tilts his head to the side and looks at you with confusion, “ready for what?”

you lick your lips and look down. you hoped he would get it as soon as you spoke but randomly saying you’re ready probably didn’t make as much sense as you thought it would.

“i’m ready to… to have sex with you. so long as you want to though!”

he stares at you blankly for a few seconds and you’re convinced that he doesn’t want to. panic sets in and your beginning to rise off the couch until he pushes your legs back down to sit.

“say it again baby” he says with a smile.

he can tell that your body is screaming ‘please don’t make me do this’, but he can’t resist. he wants, no, needs to hear his pretty baby tell him how much she needs him.

“i want… i want you to have sex with me toji” you say as lowly as you can and once the words leave your mouth, toji’s moving as fast as he can to cover your body with his.

“well why you ain’t say that to begin with princess? i’ll take care of ya.” he says with that fucking smile you love so much, scar contorting in a way that makes him look less tough.

his lips find yours while his hands make their way under your shirt. he’s slowly raking them up and down your torso, savoring this precious moment.

eventually, he pushes your shirt up above your tits, he’s thanking god that you decided to go bra-less in your newly shared apartment. he separates his mouth from yours and slowly licks your lips. a small chuckle leaves his mouth upon seeing your expression, you already look fucked out.

“don’t look at me like that baby, i might fuck ya too hard”. his words cause your body to tremble, giving him the utmost satisfaction.

he kisses you slowly down your neck until he gets to your tits, making sure to look you dead in the eye when he licks the first bud. your eyes roll into the back of your head and your back arches. if your this sensitive now, he can only imagine how you’ll act with him deep in your cunt.

he goes back and fourth, suckling on one and using his forefinger and thumb to play with the other. it’s driving you crazy and your thighs are non stop rubbing together.

“toji please. please just fuck me already.” your voice comes out much whinier than expected. it makes his chest swell with pride.

“gotta prep you first sugar. don’t wanna have you pushin my hips away.” he says as he sits back on his heels, hands gripping the waistband of your sleep shorts.

he slowly pulls them down and god is he pissed with you. how the fuck could you keep this pretty pussy away from him for this long? it looks like his own personal heaven.

“oh baby, ya got the prettiest lil pussy on you huh? look at ‘er, bet she wants me reeeaaalll bad, yeah?” he’s slowly stroking the inside of your thigh. he can feel the tensing of your muscle and it almost makes him laugh. just a couple words and touches and his baby is already begging for him.

he swipes down your slit and you choke on a breath. he looks up from your pussy to your face as he finally touches your clit for the first time. he watches as your face scrunches almost immediately, pretty lips forming into the perfect pout.

he brings his fingers down to your entrance and pushes in, basking in the feeling of your pussy opening up for him with no resistance. “see baby. see how easy my fingers slid in? awww, why’re you cryin?”

your eyes are teary and you can’t stop moving. his fingers fill you up so good that you could cum right now. your so sensitive it hurts and he’s the only one to blame.

“‘m sensitive toji. please just put it in. ‘m beggin you”. you say between sniffles. toji has fucked women before, but none have been as responsive to his touch as you. so, none of them will ever be able to say that toji fushiguro fucked them better than he’s going to fuck you.

after a few more pumps, he pulls his finger out of you and you shudder. before reaching for the neckline of his shirt, he puts his finger into his mouth and tastes your juices. he groans at how good you taste. he’s in genuine disbelief that pussy could have him like this before he’s even been in it.

he finally finishes and pulls off his shirt, exposing his tatted chest and arms. you could drool with how pretty he looks right now. he hurriedly throws of his sweats and positions himself back into his spot.

he grips his dick and rubs it up and down your slit, causing a moan to erupt through the both of you. he does this a few more times before tapping your clit and finally positioning himself at your entrance.

he moves his upper body closer to yours, wanting to be able to see every expression your about to make when he pushes in. he gives you a quick kiss before finally pushing in the tip.

you gasp loudly and he emits a quick “shit” before continuing inside of you. you try to close your legs but both of his hands are quick to push your thighs back, opening you up even wider for him.

you sniffle, “you almost in toji? can’t take much more!” you felt so full, it was insane. your head was so dizzy from just the pure pressure of his dick. he was so heavy inside you, and with that curve to the left, he was hitting all the right spots.

“jus about halfway baby. want me to stop?” toji couldn’t discern whether his dick was that big or if your pussy was that little. either way, it didn’t bother him, just let him know that he’ll have a lot of fun training your cunt to take all of him.

���yes please. just want you to move” your words are already slurred. he thinks your so beautiful like this.

without saying a word, he kisses your temple and starts rocking his hips back and fourth. your body immediately reacts and your hands go to push his hips away. he takes a hand off your thigh and grips both of your hands. he sucks his teeth lightly and grins “told ya so”.

on the other hand, your too lost in pleasure to care about him being right. the only thing on your mind right now is dick. toji’s dick and how it’s sliding in and out of you at such a delicious pace.

your trembling like a leaf in the wind and toji feels like this position might be too much for you to handle.

he calls out to you, but you’re too delirious to hear him. he taps your cheek and it finally feels like the ringing in your ears has stopped. “this too much for ya sweet thing? wanna try this a different way?”

you immediately shake your head yes. while toji having control was great and seemingly normal, it was too much to have to tell him when to stop and continue when you felt this good.

pulling out of you gently, toji sat upright on the couch and sat you on his thighs, each of your legs on either side of his body.

“g’nna let ya ride me. just do what feels good okay?” he was treating you so sweetly, you couldn’t help but worry about him being satisfied too.

“but what about you toji? want you to feel good too”. if you asked toji if he thought his dick could get any harder prior to this, he would’ve said no. however, you continue to prove him wrong.

he put his head into the side of your neck and kissed you softly, “watching you feel good makes me feel good princess. do what you want, i just wanna watch”.

you shook your head and raised yourself up on your knees. you grabbed toji and lined him up with your entrance. you felt his arms snake around your waist and you began to sit on him, eyes flitting from his to his dick.

still, taking toji was no easy feat. although you got about a third of the way, the rest was still too painful for you to take.

sensing you were beginning to feel disappointed in yourself, toji brought you in for a kiss. “keep your eyes on me okay, i’ll make sure you take it all.”

with wide eyes you watched as one of his arms circled around to play with your clit, while the other slightly bounced you up and down. you did as toji said, and never took your eyes off of his beautiful face, well, not until you felt yourself hit his legs once again.

you couldn’t believe you took all of him, considering his girth and your inexperience, but you did it. feeling his arms wrap around you once again, toji brought you close to his body. “told ya you could take it. so proud of you”.

his praise set you off in a way that was new to the both of you. not only did you squeeze him tighter than you already where, but your hips immediately began to grind against his, clit rubbing on the happy trail you asked toji to grow out once upon a time.

your moans grew louder and your movements grew faster and sloppier. between bouncing and grinding, toji knew he was in for a treat when it would come to him teaching you how to ride him correctly. it’s what made him lick his teeth and angle his head down to your tit to suck and play with.

“m’close toji. can feel it in my tummy” your voice was so whiny, you weren’t even sure if it was you speaking.

with toji now keened in with your approaching orgasm, he planted his feet to the wooden floor and gripped your waist, pressing your hips into his to help you grind harder on his pelvis. “let it go f’r me baby. wanna feel you come for the first time. wanna see how pretty that face looks when you come on my cock”.

you could only nod, feeling your body grow tired from the uncoordinated movements. “toji, can you keep talkin’?”

oh how could he tell you no?! he was so happy to hear you ask him to do something, something you liked! “‘course i can baby. ‘s so sweet that such a innocent girl like you wants to hear nasty things. wants ‘er daddy to tell her how badly he wants her. how i wanna fuck you till you cry. gonna train you to take all of me so easily that i can fuck ya anywhere. turn ya into my own personal slut. fill you up, turn ya into a mommy. would you like that baby? your pussy surely does- oh! there ya go baby, that’s it! cum on this cock baby” he finishes with a laugh.

you’re cumming. you’re cumming so hard you see stars. your body feels like it’s burning and all you want is for toji to fulfill everything he said and then some. if fucking toji feels like this, then you never wanna stop.

he can feel you shaking and forces your hips to a stop. he lets you circle around his cock while you ride out your high, trying his best to not fuck into you from below. he’s gritting his teeth with how badly he wants to ruin you, but he’ll save that for another day.

you finally look up at him with low eyes and a fucked out expression, “wanna feel you cum too toji. please? can i?”

not trusting his voice, toji shakes his head and gently gives it to you from below. he’s holding you to his chest tightly, groaning lowly in your ear.

it doesn’t take much for toji to reach his high. with a screwed up face and a tight jaw, toji cums in you for the very first time and feels like he just fell in love with you all over again.

his head falls onto the back of the couch and he’s taking deep breaths to calm himself down. he feels you move off of his chest and swipe some hair from his forehead.

he looks down at you and smiles, “i love you yn”

it’s the first time he’s said it and you couldn’t be happier. you instantly brighten up, “i love you toji”.

he kisses you a final time before carrying the two of you to the bathroom to run you a warm bath and dote on you. he feels his chest swell with love in realizing that you’ve given him the final piece of yourself, and how much he’ll cherish it.

[lovingseventeen]

svt doing your makeup

a/n: i luv fluff and i luv seokmin UGH. and i’m releasing this as my 1k event is still going on bc i figured y’all deserve some new ideas too. but please go check out that series too! i’ll put the link to it right here <3

seungcheol:

✧ claims that sitting on his lap while he does it is necessary

✧ “sit here” he says, patting his lap, “i need you up close”

✧ tries to be as gentle as he can

✧ whines when eyeliner is hard to do then he whines even more when you laugh at him

jeonghan:

✧ lowkey pranks you by telling you he’ll attempt one look but he does something very different

✧ nothing crazy, like he wouldn’t purposefully make you look bad by any means

✧ but maybe he wants to gently push you out of your comfort zone so he picks a new eyeshadow color, but still subtly does it so it isn’t too vivid

✧ “you said you were gonna do my usual!” you gasped when you finally checked yourself in the mirror

✧ he actually did pretty well, you were just caught off guard

✧ “i always wondered how you’d look like this” he tells you, “and would you look at that, i knew you’d look so good”

joshua:

✧ he likes to watch when you get ready most of the time so he knew your routine for the most part

✧ his hands are confident as he works, his lips gently parted as he focuses

✧ tilts your face by gently holding your chin

✧ gets up very close to your face to put your makeup on but also to definitely fluster you (he’s evil for this)

jun:

✧ thinks watching one youtube tutorial is enough but it is in fact, not

✧ forgets how to do something as soon as he puts a dab of concealer on your face

✧ “wait, wait a minute-”

✧ he’s rewinding the video he referenced and maybe he swaps a method here and there - like jun the dot of makeup is starting to set

✧ you don’t look too bad at the end either, but he’s very relieved to be done (after an hour) as he’s spritzing your setting spray

soonyoung:

✧ get so excited, “can i pick your outfit too!”

✧ really really wants to do it well so he asks you about everything, every step of the way

✧ “is this the one they use when they get rid of my eye bags?” he asks

✧ “i have to tap the excess off right?”

✧ “what’s the difference between these two?”

✧ maybe you have to retouch a little at the end, but you’re proud of him (may have been light handed because he didn’t want to overdo it)

✧ loves it when you put on the outfit he picked and give him 360 of your look

✧ you give him a kiss on the cheek after and you leave a kiss print with your lipstick (he’s the kind of bf to not wipe it off too and he sends a selfie to the svt group chat to brag)

wonwoo:

✧ calm about the whole ordeal

✧ googles general makeup instructions and references this one article as he does your makeup

✧ he keeps looking back between the article and your face

✧ doesn’t go for anything over the top, but more or less just perfects your skin

✧ “very pretty” he comments as he assesses his work

jihoon:

✧ also does research and he’s the only member who learns how to undo a mistake

✧ he mutters to himself “wait, this is not it, wait, don’t look in the mirror right now,” as he’s scrambling for your concealer

✧ very careful hands

✧ kind of under pressure because he doesn’t want to be at fault for making you look bad

minghao:

✧ he’s so fun, he wants to do a matching look with you

✧ wants to go for something edgy, maybe some soft smokey eyeshadow

✧ winds up being a session where he does your makeup (with the most delicate hands) and you do his

✧ you also end up painting each other’s nails to add to the look

✧ easy to say both of you look very hot together

mingyu:

✧ APPALLED when you flinch away from him when he’s holding your eyeliner

✧ he’s already talking in pout when he goes “have i ever hurt you before? baby trust me”

✧ he’s so pouty from that point on and he’s even more motivated to make you pretty (well, more pretty than you already are)

✧ “here, look” he tells you, holding out a mirror so you can examine his work

✧ you gasp, “‘gyu you did so good!” he’s blushing but still a little sulky

✧ “see? i’d never hurt you! you had no reason to flinch!”

✧ “i know, i know” you assure him, taking your usual seat in his lap to wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle him. “thank you baby, i love it” (you know he’s already forgiven you when he wraps his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer)

seokmin:

✧ baby is so so gentle with you

✧ compliments you after ever step

✧ “your skin’s already so perfect i don’t have to do a lot..” he mumbles under his breath

✧ “wow this is so sparkly, your eyes are even prettier” he grins

✧ “pucker your lips for me?” he’ll ask (he takes off half of what he put on though because he cant fight the urge to peck your lips when they’re like this)

✧ squishes your cheeks when he’s done and he says “you’re so prettyyy” in that painfully adorable lovesick way he does

seungkwan:

✧ here’s our resident perfectionist — he does research thoroughly

✧ even finds some good alternatives for some of your current stuff

✧ winds up teaching you a better method for the looks you tend to go for

✧ “that’s not how i do it but-” you begin, only to be interrupted with “i thought you said i could do what i wanted! just wait, look, i’ll show you-”

✧ his lips are pursed and frankly, he’s starting to sweat because he’s passionate about getting you to look even better than you already do

✧ 10/10 look in the end, you could easily wear it out

vernon:

✧ he was surprised at your request to do your makeup but he agrees. though he does warn you it might not look great

✧ “you trust me with this?” he double checks as soon as you lay out your supplies on the desk

✧ “of course i do” this makes him grin

✧ he doesn’t look up anything but he lets you talk him through your steps and his touch is so light and a little awkward as he swipes across your eyelid

✧ he can’t hold his reactions when he messes up though, and he’s kind of like 😬 in that very specific vernon way. “i think you’re gonna wanna do this part babe” and he watches so intently as you do it

✧ amidst this though, he does learn about your process and even if he can’t do your look for you entirely, he might offer to do parts of your routine for you in the future. if you’re tired as you’re getting ready in the morning maybe he can lay your foundation for you and your concealer - the parts of your process that aren’t too intricate.

✧ future vernon maybe even offers to take off your makeup for you at the end of a day instead

chan:

✧ he believes the phrase “shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”

✧ in hindsight, it could be poetic but he really just bites off more than he could chew

✧ rewatches the same ten seconds of a tutorial over and over again and he still doesn’t quite understand what cutting a crease means

✧ please kiss his forehead and walk him through it

[weskin-time]

i am not proud of this but! Happy Valentine’s day y’all!!

not beta read

Valentine’s day

Wesker x GN!Reader

You came home to find a flower on the table. A red rose, just sitting by its self on the table. You took it in your hands, the thorns have been cut off, there was no note or anything.

You shrugged and assumed it was from Wesker, today was Valentine’s day after all, so flowers on the table was pretty much standard for this day. A smile tugged at your lips as you shoved your nose into the flower and gave a sniff.

“You’re home early.” Wesker appeared in the dining room with no warning and almost scared you.

“Geezus Al warn me next time you dash into a room.” You put your stuff down and walk over to him wrapping your arms around his neck you stand on your toes to give him a peck on the cheek, to his credit he leans down slightly to make it easier on you. “Happy Valentine’s day Albert! Thank you for the rose.”

Honestly you were fine with just the rose, as long as you could spend time with your boyfriend you didn’t care about gifts or such.

“Oh! Speaking of gifts, i got you something.” You head back over to the table where you pick up a bag decorated in over the top hearts and sappy one liners you got from the store and hand it to Wesker.

He looks at it before opening the bag and pulls out a pair of sunglasses almost identical to the pair he has on currently. He looks at you for a second before you usher him to look more into the bag. He pulls out a new small jar of hair gel, a very fancy expensive cologne he was eyeing for a while, and a card. He set everything on the table and opened the note. You saw his eyes scan over the words a few times, soaking in your handwriting. You were really proud of this little notecard, it was a stupid little card you bought from the store, it had a dog on it holding a chocolate heart box, and inside you poured your heart out to him. Even though he was a bastard sometimes you loved him. Loved him so very dearly. In a sense he was your everything.

He sighed and for a heartbeat you thought the note was too over the top, that he was annoyed but your millisecond of worrying changed as soon as a slight chuckle came from him.

“You’re idiotic writing all this down.” The smile on his lips put warmth into his words, you knew he was deflecting from the situation and you smiled at him.

He sets the card down and removes his glasses, setting them along with the pair you just got him. He’s always breaking them so you figured to get him a new pair. He took a second before reaching out to you, holding your hand and leaning into you. He leaned down to rest his head in the crook of your neck, you pressed a kiss to his cheek as his arms snakes around your midsection pulling you into him even more. Your arms find their place around his neck.

“Happy Valentine’s day dearheart.” You tried to say it back to him but he shushed you and continued speaking, “I love you. Truly i do. Everything about you drives me mad, i need you, i don’t know what i would do without you. You really are worthy to join me in culling this world.” He places a kiss on your forehead as your cheeks run hotter from his words.

“Now get dressed and ready, fancy wear my dear, we have a dinner reservation at 7.” He pulled away and adjusted his sweater.

You smiled at him, “I thought we were just going to stay home all day?”

“I can pull a few strings and get us into a nice place. Now go get ready, I’ll get a car ready as soon as you say the word.” He left the room to go change himself and you watched him walk away.

You did love him but you think he may have forgotten what day it was.

You also wondered how he was going to get you two in a fancy restaurant on the busiest day of the year. 

[laughingogre]

The Recluse and The Huntsman

Chapter 1: Open Season

Hey y’all, thanks for the love on this already. I’ll have an AO3 account soon so the formatting will get better but bear with me for now. I’m incorporating certain parts of the comics version of Miguel’s powers and the city, so it’s more dystopian cyberpunk and he doesn’t have a spidey-sense.

Premise: Miguel has always felt like an outcast in spider society because of the way he got his powers. But after meeting Saanvi, he’s never felt more proud to be one-of-a-kind.

Pairings+Tropes: OC x Miguel O’Hara, anti-hero x hero, enemies to rivals (it’s complicated) to lovers

Warnings: violence, depictions of alcohol and drug use, adult language, and the objectification of an unconscious Miguel

Here’s the playlist for this story. Songs 3-5 fit this chapter.

Sunlight poking through the blackout curtains of the studio woke Saanvi up gently. The involuntary stretch and yawn felt like heaven after a night asleep at the large L-shaped desk. She pushed the chair back and stood up, noticing the soft blinking notification lights on the idle holo-screen and her cellphone. In a fluid motion she pushed in the chair and grabbed the phone, scrolling down the notification board while making her way through the loft towards the kitchen.

🔘 Jai Drago (3) WHAT ABOUT THE SAMPLES…

🔘 Nekyo (1) What’s in it for me?

🔘 Rordan Hilt (5) I can try to get you some…

🔘 Guavin (1) Sure, but only if you get me…

A smirk played on her lips as she pulled the fridge open with one hand and jammed the phone in a pocket with the other. After breakfast, she called her team to set up a meeting.

***

“So, what are we getting dragged into now?” Nekyo probed the group sarcastically. Chuckles resounded in different voices as they all got more comfortable.

The five of them were all gathered in the basement of Drago’s workshop. They sat around a table with a built in holodex that Saanvi had projecting her research notes.

“I’m going to personally investigate Spider-Man and you’re all going to help me. You know I’ll make it worth your while.” Saanvi smirked.

“When you say investigate… what do you mean exactly?” Drago chimed in, not wanting to lose his best customer.

“I’m going to figure out what kind of beast he is, and then figure out a way to stop him.” Saanvi didn’t want to explicitly tell them that she wanted him dead, that would reveal her fear too much.

“Isn’t he just some buff freak who has a lot of tech? I mean his webbing is neon…” Guavin trailed off to stuff some chips in his mouth, letting crunching sounds finish his sentence.

“I thought that too, until I was in the same room as him during that data pirate job. He’s… like me… but man-made.” Saanvi struggled to choke down the cocktail of disgust and fear that stirred in her as she said that. The only people who knew exactly what she was were sitting in the room with her. Saanvi was from a race of spider demons. They could take human forms, lived well beyond centuries, and spoke what was now a dead language, thanks to Thanos. As a brown recluse, her kind never had large numbers due to their behavior. She was an even more rare creature in the universe now since the destruction of her home world.

“How could you tell?” Guavin grumbled through a mouthful. “I thought it was all a gimmick.”

“Instinct. He reeks like a huntsman and has the size of one, but we all know it’s not possible he was born that way. Someone made him like that, and what if they make more?” Saanvi’s question threw electricity into the air, as if forcing all their minds to imagine an army of those self-righteous pests in the city.

“Okay so what? You’re going to stalk him and then…?” Nekyo piped up. She was already wavering on her interest in this, and Saanvi wasn’t close to convincing her to lending a hand.

“No, I’m not going to stalk him,” Saanvi rolled her eyes hard before cutting them at Nekyo. “I’m going to get close to him, find out who and what gave him those abilities and then…” She searched for the right words. “Get rid of the source and deprive him of them. At the least, he’ll be completely out of our way so we can have our way in the future.”

Now everyone was listening with real interest. A city without Spider-Man’s morality keeping trash alive was a city to smile about. They’d be able to take out their competition and deal with the psychos that terrorize their home permanently. A sigh came from Nekyo that let Saanvi know she would cooperate.

“What’s the plan then?” Rordan finally said something. Always soft spoken, his question finalized the discussion’s move from “convince the group” to “create a play”.

“I can’t see how you’d get him to come out of hiding without making yourself an enemy.”

“It’s easy… I’m going to use his nature against him. When I sensed him, I took to hiding in the vents. I was able to watch him for a bit—he had no idea I was there.”

“He doesn’t have any spider senses?” Saanvi shook her head and Rordan made a note of that, mind immediately running to ways of exploiting it. “We can definitely work around that.”

Their meeting went on for another two hours until their game plan was finalized.

***

Nekyo had cashed in a few favors to get the intel that led to their setup a few weeks later. She found out there was a group of anti-Spider-Man enthusiasts who were planning to use hostages as bait to lure him out and kill him. They made sure that Saanvi would be among those hostages tonight.

In the city’s most prestigious museum there was a gala being held for charity. No doubt those funds were just being recycled back into the rich pockets they came from but that wasn’t uncommon. Saanvi had an invitation and came dressed to the nines. A black form fitting gown that skirted the floor showed off her toned hourglass figure. Matching black heels with a silver ankle strap complimented her jewelry. Her long, dark hair was curled and worn in an elegant updo. As she made her way through the lobby she surveyed the room, noting exits and taking stock of the guests. A familiar voice spoke to her through a nearly-invisible earpiece.

“Their plan should kick off in an hour, feel free to enjoy yourself until then.” Rordan playfully suggested, noting the fact that on his feed from the contacts she was wearing a tall, black haired woman hadn’t left Saanvi’s field of vision. “Try talking to her instead of just staring.” His comment made her face burn, and she took a glass of champagne off a tray held by a nearby waiter. Waiting around in big crowds was never her strong suit. She felt naked without her usual mission gear—she hadn’t done anything like this in over eight years.

The hour passed uneventfully, conversations with the extremely wealthy weren’t interesting at all. However the energy shifted immediately as the opening speaker’s speech took a dark turn announcing that everyone in the museum was now a hostage and how they’d been given poison via the champagne.

How cliche… Saanvi thought, taking another sip of her third glass of champagne. Her resistance to poison making this reveal a non-event. Soon enough, she could hear far-off sirens coming towards the front of the building. First the cops, then the spider… She opened her clutch to look for the weapon that Rordan and Drago had devised for this night. Using an isolate compound from her venom, they devised a perfume that would make their target immobile and a sickness would follow. All she had to do was wait for him to take out the group before spraying herself with it and then haul him off as soon the commotion granted her enough cover.

Everything happened so quickly. Saanvi’s spine tingled with the awareness that her quarry was near. Once he appeared he made quick work of his attackers. His combat abilities were actually impressive to her. As his fight came to a close and cops and emergency responders flooded the scene, she saw her opportunity and gave herself three sprays of the perfume before putting on her best performance of a terrified socialite. She threw herself into him, screaming with fake tears in her eyes.

“You have to get me out of here! I’ve been poisoned! They laced the champagne!” Her hands thumped against his well-muscled chest as dramatically as possible. She watched his mask contort in shock and then turn serious.

“Ma’am please calm down! The EMTs are aware of the situation and they will help you, they already started pumping a neutralizer into the air.” His voice was stern and deep, she noticed a Spanish accent as well. He was grabbing at her wrists and missing each time, his reflexes already affected by the perfume wafting off her chest.

“No you don’t understand! It’s not enough!” Saanvi’s theatrics had her ear piece erupting in giggles from both Rordan and Drago now. She watched as her quarry started to sway on his feet and that was her signal. In a swift motion she pushed him through a set of doors that led to a closed off gallery where they were alone. His body stiffed and he tried to speak but no noise came. The world swirled around him and the floor came up to meet him. Standing over him, sure he was down for the count, she finally spoke to the two men privy to her sight. “Time for extraction. Send a nice car, please.” She removed the contact lens that was streaming her vision and took a long look at the man on the ground beneath her. His body was certainly a marvel, every muscle pushed past normal human standards. He might as well have been made from spun steel, or sculpted from marble. Even unconscious he had a menacing effect on her, like he was made to be aggressively intimidating. His waist was almost impossibly small compared to the broadness of his shoulders. Instinctively she knelt down and reached out to gently touch his face. The mask buzzed to the touch, as if it was full of electricity. She could feel the prominence of his cheekbones and began imagining what he might look like. The arrival of her extraction vehicle shook the images from her mind. She picked him up and threw him over her shoulder, making her way to the car.

“Talk about role reversal,” Guavin snorted a laugh as he watched Saanvi lay the hulking figure down in the back seat. “Where are we dropping him?”

“My place. I’ll take it from there.”

[highladyluck]

Season 2, Episode 6 Liveblog

Elayne is getting a puzzle! :D this is such good enrichment for Elaynes

Rand’s secret little smile at ‘you can fight anyone’

“It needs to be healed” creepy but I kinda love it in a fucked up way

Not the pitcher :(

“That’s almost nice” WTF that’s so dehumanizing and so Seanchan

Well that’s almost entirely by the book

Compare/contrast these two chained up figures

Importance of chosen names

This is a much more effective mindfuck then whatever TGH Selene was attempting

Psssst Rand it’s bad when your new girlfriend separates you from your support network

Min you are harshing the vibe

“She broke the 3 oaths?” “Every single one” (Elayne took notes)

Names are a theme

I don’t think I want Lanfear doing me favors

“Many paths through the dark” I do appreciate leaning into the Lanbiguity

Suroth, if the Empress saw how you were toying with her Gardener she’d be very upset, those are Imperial property

Loial, have you considered: Stab them with the plant

We are about to have pitcher problems

The way the a’dam prevents a damane from using things they think of as weapons is a weird twisted echo of the 2nd oath. I’ve wondered if the Oaths would prevent Aes Sedai from making a’dam and I think it would depend on what the Aes Sedai termed a weapon that someone could kill another with.

Yeah this is pure book although the ‘you’re not a person’ line is an extra ouch

“Pour a glass of water” echoing horribly the water-cleaning from the tower

When you deal with the devil, that is actually how it works, I’m afraid

Temple of the Forsaken??? Y’all I need some fic set here. I need Dark Raves honoring Asmodean. I need therapy sessions that make you worse sponsored by the Acolytes of Graendal. I need Moghedonists whispering the sacred crypto wallet keys to each other.

Siuan is probs putting out diplomatic fires in Caemlyn now that they lost Elayne? Or attending Gawyn’s birthday party I guess

Oooh is it the trippy ~TGH dream sequence?

Lmao she calls him Ishy

“See the world as it really is in the World of Dreams” what a fascinating take

Do not ask about Egg!!! this is Lanfear she will make Egg into a flesh balloon for touching you

Smart Rand would be like ‘oh now I know you’re lying [about Egwene being Ishy’s]’ but Idk how smart he is

Oh this is heartbreaking she found the lost sister

Ooooooh are we going to see Bayle again so soon?

Nyneave like ‘I’ll allow it” but only because Elayne is saying what she would have

Elayne is getting a puzzle! :D this is such good enrichment for Elaynes

Awwww what a nice nosy boy who will repeat the contents of the letter

Watch she doesn’t stab you when you look away

Mommy issuessssss

I like the air knives

Because you want a legacy!

Ooooh lesson time. Everyone is barfing in this ep

Rand’s secret little smile at ‘you can fight anyone’

Oh god [MY BOYS!!!]

KISS!!! -ok moment’s gone

Mat and his lil grabby hand on Rand’s shoulder, my tactile boy

‘Some of the damane can sense people channeling’ guess we def changed the lore about how channelers sense each other, mildly annoyed about that, but it’s consistent within the show

That’s smart, trying to see the catch in the water like a mirror

Exercising power

Oooof that’s a new twist “I hope they told you at your White Tower how special you are��

Renna are you going to make her set it on fire??? The thing that comforts her? [post-ep I was thinking about the contrast in how the Seanchan command Loial and his tree powers- they are uncomfortable with it and have to ruin the moment. They don’t have the same power over him without tools.]

Well that was an uncomfortably sexually charged moment of excited panting [please tell me it wasn’t just me]

Proud of you, Egwene <3 Hah you made Renna mad good for you

Elayne: “I need a bestie real bad”

Mat gets it because Mat also has The Depression

RESCUE TIME

Min is like I am here to give you bad news, as is my fate

Mat’s good at bullshit detecting & does not handle betrayal well

This is very sweet but I feel like the subtext is “You will be eaten alive as king”

Pope hat

Oh my boys they are so sad

It’s time for… [Alanna and her posse corner Rand] OH SHIT IS IT HAPPENING?

I don’t think Nyneave does modulation

“It needs to be healed” creepy but I kinda love it in a fucked up way

Ooooof next time we see Ryma she’ll be with my Most Problematic Of Faves I guess 🫣😬☹️

This series loves to hang characters and if it can’t get Mat than anyone else will do

[Renna pours out the cup Egwene just filled] Oh fuuuuuuuck you Renna

You still won. You’re still alive

Our lost Blue Sitter coming in at the clutch

[wodra-regon]

Suddenly a Proud God Parent

So I just went to Rito Village. Not only did it make me attempt to figure out how much time has based since all the children grew up a bit- but I IMMEDIATELY ADOPTED Tulin.

[Spoiler free version:]

He’s a good lad and I will FIGHT for this child. I’m worried I end up adopting half the children in this game because the writing is really grabbing me in.

[Spoilers for Rito Village main quest below]

As soon as I saw him I thought, “Oh my god you’ve gotten so big! He’s grown so much-“ then I immediately realized that 2 seconds into seeing him I was already devolving into those relatives that say “I remember when you were a baby”. So I collected myself from suddenly becoming this child’s low key god parent or whatever- but then I advanced the dialogue (yes all that happened without me starting the conversation) and Tulin hit me with the “ Link?! Is that you?!” As he was genuinely happy to see him….. I caved. I crumbled. I collapse to the ground sobbing “he remembers me?!”. He’s my god child now. He’s accepted me and I CAN NOT let him down or else I’ll be a complete failure.

That was just meeting him again.

These parental tendencies got worse as I progressed the side quest because I was not expecting that the child would be traveling with me all the way. I was concerned for his safety when he went off on his own and I had to find him. I was proud of him when I learned he’s got SKILLS and learned a gust technique for himself. I was even more proud as he helped me in combat. And I was crying proud when he became a sage. “You’ve earned it kid.”

It was emotionally exhausting having that much positive energy flow out of me NON STOP for that long. Like y’all I need a break of emotional neutrality inbetween emotional spikes or else I melt or something.

But yeah. Sorry not sorry Teba, your child is also my god child. No I don’t have legal proof- my proof is that I’ll lose my other arm for him.

I’m worried now- for the other kids that might have grown since botw… am I’m going to adopt literally everyone? We’ll see- 0u 0

[bandittlikemee]

// with a new account update/theme change, i figured a little introduction into who i am type of post is in order. //

my name is Jalynn, but you can call me Jay or J! there’s a million different versions of me wrapped up in one good soul, but i’m gonna show you the ones that matter the most to me in this space. 🍂

most importantly, my pronouns & gender identity shift constantly & i’ll always make sure to let y’all know what i’m feeling in a post. i’m an out & proud bisexual & you will know it! i’m not shy at all about my love for men & women. i don’t mind being called handsome/pretty boy when i’m masculine presenting mostly in cosplay or dressed down attire or sunshine/gorgeous when i’m female presenting majority of the time, it’s all the same good feelings over here! 🤍

i’m a texas native, (who cannot stand our government & the way it treats people.), & will cause a scene about it if i have to. i’m typically in some sort of western wear with a brimmed hat if i’m dressing up! this version of myself loves country music, outdoor concerts, nature adventures, & good times with good people. & spicy queso & texas sweet barbecue, it’s so good. 🌾

i’m a self-published poet as of ‘21 & an english lit/creative writing major as of ‘23. i’m the only one in my family that has college degrees! this version of myself loves classic lit, (Poe, Austen, Shakespeare, etc.), writing in coffee shops, good folk music, writing on napkins, reading when i can, & writing in all forms. & author photoshoots so i can feel like a true poet. 🤍

i’m a true nerd & Swiftie in & out of my daily life & you’ll see that come through quite often! i’ve been a Swiftie since debut & do not see myself leaving anytime soon. this version of myself loves Star Wars, LOTR, RDR, D&D, lego building, fan art pieces & so much more. honestly, i attach myself to media/literature so often, it consumes me completely! 🤍

& from now on, this account will be a multi-fandom page with lots of love from many different corners.

tagging: @absurdthirst @artsymaddie @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @beabees @cynibuns @cowboycyns @codenamewife @cowyolks @dindjarindiaries @dameronscopilot @devnmon @flowercrowngods @javier-pena @lotrlorien @lowlights @marvel-molly @morning-star-joy @marstonsgirl @munsonsreputation @rdrshootist @rdrjavier @river-of-wine @raevennsge @sad-sweet-cowboah @saradika @strrwbrrryjam @translatemunson @whoyacallinyellow

[sl-newsie]

Chapter One: Lodging House (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Ok so I’ve been sitting on some written Newsies material for a while and I figured the new 2023 year was a sign to let some of it out. It’s a 92sies Spot Colon fanfic, and I’ll leave it up to you whether or not it’s good. I’m proud of it, you don’t have to read it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it! :)

(BTW there’s LOTS of spelling errors due to me attempting to write a NY accent! I also added a few characters and songs, and I will take certain suggestions and requests!)

Ah, Manhattan. A place fer dreams ta thrive and die. I neva woudda thought that I’d have ta make a liv’n here, but we all can’t choose our lives. Be’n a resident of tha Manhattan newsies lodg’n house is plenty enough.

“Get up! Sell the papers!”

Ugh… morn’n already? My eyes squint as soon as my bed sheet is ripped off me.

“Morn’n sunshine!” A bright-eyed kid announces in my face.

I groan. “Hello Race. You’s lucky I’s ain’t fully awake yet, ‘cause if I was I’d throw you out tha window! You’s wake me up like this again, and I’ll see you’s banned from tha races fer good!”

“Aww, c’mon! Lighten up Beccy!” 

I sit up and stare square in his eye. “Wanna bet?”

“Not this early in tha mourn’n!”

I groan again. Then I, very un-enthusiastically, roll out of my bunk and grab my clothes bag hidden undaneath (I know some would steal it just ta taunt a goil). I’m a night person myself, but I’s found it best ta start early. I also make sure my modda’s gold ring is still in there. Ah, life in The Newsboys Lodging House… with a few exceptions, o’course. 

“Get up!” Kloppman yells at Skittery, who’s still asleep.

“I didn’t do it!” He jolts awake.

“What do ya mean, you didn’t do it? Get up! Carry the banner! Sell the papers! Sell the papers!”

Behind me I hear an argument already pann’n out:

“That's my cigar!” Race complains.

“You'll steal anudder,” Snipeshooter retorts.

“Hey, bummers- We got work to do!” Blink interrupts.

“Since when did you become me mudder?” Snipeshooter asks.

“Ah, stop yer bawl’n!” Crutchy says.

“Hey! Who ast you?” Everyone shouts back. I roll my eyes and try ta hide a smile. Mak’n my way ta tha washroom, I see it’s already bustl’n with boys.

“Mourn’n Boots, Mush, Blink, Skittery,” I mumble.

“Hey guys- it’s Becca! Give her some privacy!” Crutchy tries ta shove and make room fer me, but loses his balance. Luckily, I catch him before he can hit tha floor.

“Thanks,” he says in a small voice.

“No problem. Ya leg do’n ok?”

“Not tha best.”

“You’ll do fine,” I say encouragingly as I help him up. “Ladies can’t resist help’n a crip.”

“Alright, really guys- let Becca through! Give tha goil some room!” Mush yells. A path ta tha restrooms is unquestioningly formed.

“Thanks, Mush.”

“Anytime!”

“Now put a shirt on!” I holler as I walk away.

“You know ya like me!” Mush taunts.

“In yer dreams!”

I pull on my usual faded blue shirt, black suspenders, dark gray vest, black knickers, brown boots, and gray cap with my brown hair tucked undaneath.

Afta I’m done dress’n, I hear tha guys giv’n Crutchy suggestions.

“Try Bottle Alley or the harbor,” Mush suggests.

“Try Central Park, it's guaranteed,” Race inputs. 

Jack flicks some shav’n cream at Mush and joins in: “Try any banker, bum, or barber.”

“They almost all knows how to read!” Skittery joins.

“I smell money!”

“You smell foul!”

“Met this goil last night!” Mush brags at me. I gag dramatically.

 “Move your elbow,” Crutchy asks Boots.

“Pass the towel,” Racetrack demands, his face covered in soap.

“For a buck, I might!” Skittery jokes, dangl’n it outta Race’s reach. He stumbles and falls inta me, so I push him off.

Tha rest of us join in:

“Ain't it a fine life,

Carrying the banner through it all?

A mighty fine life-

Carrying the banner tough and tall!”

We all jump in line and file down tha stairs. I quickly grab a broom and sweep up tha dust, earn’n an approv’n smile from Kloppman.

“Every morning

We goes where we wishes!

We's as free as fishes!

Sure beats washin' dishes!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner home-free all!”

I look ova and begin ta see tha rest of tha younga boys wake up. 

“Hiya Becs!”

“Sleep well, Beccy?”

“Morn’n Joey, Dusty, Kenny, Skippy. Can’t complain- but I still can’t get a full night sleep. You’s sleep ok?”

“Yeah, but Skippy threw up. And he’s warm.”

I frown. “Must be a bug or someth’n. Leave him here ta rest fer taday. As fer tha rest of yous- don’t work too hard today, boys.”

I follow tha boys a few block ‘till they split up and continue ta follow tha olda fellas. It breaks my heart ta know that such young kids don’t have a family and have ta sell papes.

“It takes a smile as sweet as butter,” Jack states.

Crutchy adds: “The kind that ladies can't resist.” 

Mush leans in, giv’n me a wide grin. I just punch him and roll my eyes.

“It takes an orphan, with a studda,” Race inputs.

“Who ain't afraid ta use his-” Jack starts.

“Fist!” Blink finishes.

We take off, run’n and jump’n through tha street, unaware of any odda passerbys. Next we have some fun and leap onta some barrels.

“Summer stinks and winter's waitin'.

Welcome to New York!

Boy, ain't nature fascinating

When you's gotta walk?”

 We all run back inta tha street.

“Still, it's a fine life,

Carrying the banner with me chums!

A mighty fine life,

Blowing every nickel as it comes!”

 Crutchy sings:

“I'm no snoozer,

Sittin' makes me antsy.

I likes livin' chancy.”

 We add:

“Harlem to Delancey!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner through the slums.”

 We stop and notice tha church wagon com’n down tha street. We begin to walk ova and I see tha boys take off their hats. I’d do that same, but then my hair’d come out, and I’d get more attention than I’s need.

 Some Nuns call out ta us:

“Blessed children.

Though you wander lost and depraved,

Jesus loves you.

You shall be saved.”

 They hold out cups of coffee and rolls, and we’s all eagerly reach out.

“Just gimme half a cup,” Race begs. 

Tha nuns always give me dirty looks ‘cause I dress like a guy, but I don’t care. However I do care when they’s neva give me any food.

“Something ta wake me up,” Blink asks.

“I gotta find an angle.” Mush hands me half a roll, which I take gratefully with a smile.

“I gotta sell more papes.” Crutchy holds up his hands.

 “Papers is all I got

Wish I could catch a breeze

Sure hope the headline's hot

All I can catch is fleas.”

 “God, help me if it's not

Somebody help me, please.”

 We jump inta an alley and join in togetha:

“If I hate the headlines,

I'll make up the headline

And I'll say anything I hafta.

'Cause at two for a penny

If I take too many

Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta!”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline!” A group sings. I look where they’s point’n and see: Trolley Strike Drags On For 3rd Week. I groan.

 “What's it say? That won't pay!” Tha rest follow.

 “They call that a headline?

I get better stories

From the copper on the beat!” We all jump ova tha fence and make our way tha tha distribution center.

 “So where's your spot?”

 “I was gonna start at twenty,

Now a dozen'll be plenty.”

 “God it's hot!”

 “Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?”

 We sing togetha:

“We need a good assassination!

We need an earthquake or a war!”

 “How 'bout a crooked politician?” Snipeshooter calls.

 We all shake our heads.

“Hey, stupid- That ain't news no more!

Uptown to Grand Central Station,

Down to City Hall.

We improves our circulation

Walking 'till we fall!”

I sing along, leap’n, dropp’n, and roll’n as I do.

 “Still we'll be out there,”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline

They call that a headline?

The idiot who wrote it

​must be working for the Sun-”

 “-carrying the banner man to man!”

 -”Didja hear about the fire?

Heard it killed old man Maguire-”

 “We'll be out there,

Soaking every sucker that we can!”

 “-Heard the toll was even higher!

Why do I miss all the fun?”

 “See the headline:

Newsies on a mission!”

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!”

 “While we're out there-”

We break inta jump’n around tha square.

 “-Carrying the banner through it all!”

 “A mighty fine life,

Carrying the banner

​tough and tall!’

 “I was gonna start with twenty

But a dozen will be plenty

Would you tell me how'm I ever

Gonna make ends meet?”

 “See the headline,

Newsies on a mission!

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!

We’ll be out there, carry’n the banner in the-!”

 We all stop and look ova at Morris and Oscar Delancey, tha two guys you most neva wanna see.

“Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?” Race jokes, fann’n his face. “I fear tha sewer might have backed up over tha night.”

“Nah, that’s too good a smell. It must be- tha Delancy broddas!” Crutchy taunts.

“Hiya boys!”

Oscar sneers at us, then shoves Snipeshooter ta tha ground. “In the back, you lousy little shrimp!”

I grit my teeth and step up ta fight, but Jack pushes me behind him

Race shakes his head. “It ain’t good ta do that. Ain’t healthy.”

“It ain’t good ta call people shrimps, unless you’s refer’n ta tha family resemblance of yer brodda here,” Jack points ta Oscar.

“Hey, who here’s up for a bet that Cowboy can take ‘em?” Race asks around.

“I’ll take it!” I speak up.

“Well if it ain’t Kelly’s baby sista,” Oscar sneers at me.

I sneer back. “Well if it ain’t Weasel’s goon and his dumber-than-a-box-a-rocks brodda!”

He tries ta grab me, but Jack steps in between us. 

“That’s an insult!” Morris says.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack leans in his face. “And so is this!” He swipes Morris’ hat and takes off run’n, mak’n tha Delancys chase afta him and earn’n a laugh from everybody.

While Jack goes ta taunt tha Delancies, I go inside tha distribution center and hear:

“ Go! Go! Come on! Get tha lead outta yer pants! Come on! Move it! Move it!”

I walk in and smile as I look up and see tha yell’s origin. “Hey, Flix! How’s it go’n?”

“Not now, Becs! I got these numbskulls ta work with! Don’t push it- you’ll have yer papes!”

Flix deals with print’n tha papes, and I likes to annoy him wheneva I can. When I see Jack again, he’s still run’n with Morris’ hat. Typical.

I also see a pair-a newcomers, who are a bit surprised and confused ‘bout Jack’s behavior.

“What’re you doing?” Tha olda one asks when Jack runs up ta him.

Jack looks ova his shoulda, then back at tha kid. “Runn’n!”

I smile wide and run ova ta join in tha crowd watch’n Jack take on Morris:

“Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner!”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner

It's a-

Go!”

We all break out laugh’n and walk up ta tha distribution counter.

“Ya got ‘em, Cowboy!” Race punches Jack’s shoulda.

“You’re too kind!” Jack bows.

“You’re dead, Cowboy!” Morris remarks as he and Oscar retreat behind tha counter.

We all join up again in line. 

“Oh Mista Weasel!” Jack taunts and rings the bell.

Tha window opens, and I hear: “I told ya before, the name’s ‘Whilesel’.”

Jack skims today's pape, while Weasel grows impatient.

“Well?”

“Back off! I’m inspect’n tha moirchandise!” Jack talks back.

I lean in. “Any good today?”

“As good as any old headline- noth’n new. But we’s gonna make it woik.”

When I pass Weasel my 50 cents for my papes (very stiffly, mind ya), he says: 

“Ya know kid, you really shouldn’t be sell’n. People see a goil in guy’s clothes and they get uncomfortable. Maybe try the workhouse-”

“I paid ya my money, now give me my papes!” I pound tha counter. I’s neva gonna work in a sweatshop!

“Watch it, toots. You wouldn’t want another… reminder, would ya?”

Rats. It’s tha Delancies again. Their ‘reminder’ I got last time was a black eye that lasted a whole week!

“I’s leav’n! I’s leav’n!” I bark at ‘em. I start ta go, see’n as I’s got a while ta walk. My sell’n spot’s tha furthest away aside from Race’s.

Behind me I hear: “Didja miss me, Weasel?” I have ta smile. Jack loves ta get on his nerves!

“Good luck today, guys,” I call.

“See ya, Becs.”

Oh yeah, that’s me. Rebecca “Becs” Carlyle, tha only goil newsie resident of tha Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Harlem and Jersey gots a few goils, but theys ain’t so friendly. Tha only friends I’s got is tha ‘Hattan newsies, along with a few from Queens. Odda than that I’s never been outside of New York. Our leader and my big brodda, Jack, says he wants ta go ta someplace called ‘Santa Fe,’ but don’t got the money for it. That’s how dreams die: ya wake up with a slap in tha face called ‘reality’. Now we’s just give up on dreams and sell papes. It ain’t much, but it’s a liv’n, and a family-a sorts.

Alright, time to get to work.

Chapter 2 will be out soon, I promise! If you have requests, please let me know! :)

[leanbeefpattysimp3]

(Omg I can’t believe I’m finally writing this story, I’m so excited to be putting this into words for myself and you guys, I know that some people aren’t fans of fanfic OC stories, but to the people who do I really appreciate y’all and I hope you guys enjoy this story. If you’d like to learn more about my OC, Solomon, you can look at my pinned post. And please feel free to give constructive criticism, everything helps :)

Daughter of The Tiger Slayer( A Baki OC Story)

Chapter 1: Shuten-dōji

Solomon’s (OC) POV: “Good morning ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of American Airlines, it is my pleasure to welcome you aboard flight 158 with service to Dallas, Texas and continuing service to Tokyo, Japan-” the airline lady on the speaker announced as I boarded the plane. I start walking towards where on the top on the entrance way read “First Class”. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to get on an airplane before just because of the fact I was able to purchase a first class ticket with the money I made from my last fight in Arizona. Who knew an old military man would pay anything to see you fight? “-If you are seated in an exit row, you may be required to assist the crew in an evacuation. If you are unable or unwilling to perform the functions described on the card, just ask to be re-seated. Thank-you.” Oh thank God she’s done talking, I get it’s her work voice but gah damn it sounds too nice and peppy. I get into the first class area, and holy shit this place is bougie! I’m not a fan of the word but I don’t know how else to explain how fancy this area is? Well, fancy technically is the word for it. As I’m looking for my seat I get a glimpse at a huge guy already sitting down in his spot…wait a second- is that? I get a better look and sure enough- “Mr.Unchained? Is that you?” I hear that laugh of his that I can’t mistake for anyone else’s. Mr.Unchained, whose real name is Biscuit Oliva, went to previous fights of mine, including the last one since it was so close to the Arizona State Prison. “Why it sure is kid, I had to come see you before you were able to run away forever!” Oliva laughs as he gets up and gives me a bear hug. “I would’ve came by and said goodbye to you and everyone but with how urgent this is-” “Kiddo you don’t gotta explain yourself, your family is a priority, that’s why I brought it upon myself to stop by before the plane took off.” He says as he pats your shoulder. He’s been like a father figure since I started fighting in America, helping me learn and understand that even brute strength can get you through fights. He didn’t teach me many things, but what he did teach me helped me get better as a fighter, and as a person. “Thank you for being understanding, I’m gonna miss you a lot Mr.Unchained” I’m trying to keep my composure but I let a few tears slide, I mean I’ve know all these people for so long but now I’m leaving them permanently, it hurts like hell, but it hurts more knowing that I almost just lost my dad and I would’ve never gotten to see him ever again. Oliva takes one of his handkerchiefs out of his pants pocket and wipes my tears, “It’ll hurt for awhile, but if you ever need me, I’m a phone call away and I’ll fly out to Japan the same day you call.” He gives me a big cheerful smile that makes me feel better. He gives me one more hug before starting to head out of the plane. “Oh and Solomon-” I look back towards the broad man standing on the other side of the entrance, “-you better kick some ass in Japan, Doppo will be very proud to see how much his daughter has grown, literally, you’re a giant compared to how small you were when I first met you!” He laughs as he walks out of the plane, and as soon as I can’t see him anymore people start filling up the plane. Definitely my que to find my spot- wait was that my spot Oliva was waiting for me in? I walk over to where he was sitting, and on the side table was a card with a box. I put the duffel bag I’ve been carrying under my seat as I sit down and grab the card, It’s really pretty, gold and a sage looking green splattered around it. I open the card and read it, “My last gift to you, Solomon Orochi. -Biscuit Oliva” it wrote. I look over at the box and pick it up, it’s quite light for a gift from Oliva. I open the box and take out the thin blue paper that was cover a new set of fighting clothes, the typical shorts and sports bra. Once I saw the clothes I took them out of the box to look at, they were completely black besides what was written on the chest of the sports bra, which was my fighting name, Shuten-dōji.

[stolaz-the-artist]

Is that . . No . . It can’t be . .

So this is a little AU I came up with.

Lemme get into details:

So in this AU Clay is a criminal undercover, to put it simply.

The knights are at their final year at the Knights Academy. Suddenly they gets a transfer student from a neighborhood kingdom with the name Clay Bowman.

No one has ever heard of him. But he sure is a dedicated knight! He spends hours studying and memorizing The Knights Code. I mean, who doesn’t love a honest dedicated knight that isn’t blinded by popularity or whatever distraction the average knight is blinded with.

The thing is: everyone has heard about him. But not as Clay Bowman, but as the Gray Knight. (Or Gray for short, but only his coworkers call him that. Non coworkers never get the chance before they’re eternally silenced)

He’s known for being the most wanted criminal in knighton. He has committed several crimes in the theft and murder section. And he still has not even gotten close to getting caught.

He now balances his work life as a knight and work life as Knighton’s most wanted criminal. He knows better than letting people connect the dots and figure out who he truly is. It would be suspicious if if The Gray knights just stoped striking after Clay Bowman transferred, wouldn’t it?

There’s a reason he hasn’t been caught, and it can be easily summarized: He knows better than not having a truly thought trough plan before committing to something.

Now I know this AU doesn’t make the most sense, but I’m hoping I’ll get y’all hooked on it! I have a lot of ideas and dynamics planned and I can’t wait to show them to y’all!

Oh and here’s the full picture of the final drawing:

I’m really proud of the perspective of this piece! Took a lot of time to perfect it.

(Also I know the mask is pretty on the nose but these idiots get fooled by a mustache alone! I don’t think they they’ll figure it out anytime soon. And if they would, he wouldn’t let them live to tell the tale! 😋)

That’s all for now! See ya!

[echonvoid]

Hey y’all! Sorry for not posting a bunch lately; complicated irl shit. And my chronic shit. Winter isn’t always kind too me.

But, I do have a Holiday gift for you guys!

I love the idea that Cass and April ended up being CJ’s moms in the future. I also love the idea that Cass instantly adopts him as her kid and (surprising everyone and herself) is incredibly proud and happy to be a mom. And I figure that since April’s trauma isn’t as strong as the boys’ (fucking adrenaline junky) she probably spends the most amount of time trying to take Casey out into the world.

And I headcanon that the Foot leaders raised Cass since she was seven, and that the frustration and anger she felt in the series was because they would baby her or not take her seriously etc. After the invasion, as the slow de-kraangification process took place, she ran the Foot Shack as an honest business. Since the whole clan either died or was kraanged there wasn’t much of a choice in the matter from other clan members. And she took care of Brute and Lnt while they healed. I’m real proud of how the Foot Shack hoodie turned out

Anyway Cass and April end up teaming up a lot to hang out/take care of CJ. And they do that thing where they just kinda start dating via the whole “we’re practically married anyway” route (if that makes sense)

…

I forgot where this was going. Happy holidays!!! Hopefully I’ll feel up to arting again soon

[ughdontbeboring]

Collide

Lloyd Hansen x Black/WOC Reader

reader worlds collide and soon maybe her past will catch up to her

warnings: angst, cursing, violence, Lloyd 🥹

sidenote: honestly not so sure about this but I couldn’t get it out my head. I wrote it and then it deleted on my phone so I had to rewrite it the best I could, which was upsetting to say the least. Still on the fence about it. Anywho there may be a part 2 which I’m also on the fence about lol

I don’t give permission for my work to be use anywhere in any form.

hope y’all enjoy! If you fucks with it like it, love it, reblog it, comment all that good shit 😊

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YN stirred, her body stretched and arched, she  felt heavy, the kind of heavy similar to waking up after a surgery. When you have to fight just to open your eyes. It felt like a ton of bricks laid on top of her.  Her one hand rubbed at her eyes as the other danced around trying to figure out what she was on. Her mind automatically registering she was on a soft surface.

Within moments her heart started to race as her memory came back to her. 

Hours before 

“Lloyd please tell me what’s going on” she begged into the phone she had been handed by the tall man in front of her. 

It was only moments before when she walked into her loft apartment in Amsterdam’s canal district from her weekly visit to the Van Gogh museum that she found her place flooded with heavily armed men.

She went for her gun in the desk near the front door managing to shoot one of the men in the chest and leg before a man she recognized as Lloyd’s  “acquaintance”, the closest thing he had a friend she ever meet, stepped into her line of sight. Hands up in mock surrender. 

He told her he was going to hand her a phone that had Lloyd on the other end, while the wounded man complained about his leg. His vest saving him from a fatal shot.

“Sweetheart I need you to go with them” he told her calmly once it reached her ear. 

He was watching from Croatia, he had to admit to himself he was proud she managed to almost kill one of them, they were some of Lloyd’s best men.

“No, not until I know what’s going on Lloyd!” She yelled into the phone. She was scared, she had no clue what was happening and she needed to make other calls before she just disappeared to wherever Lloyd was taking her. People who would worry about her.

He surely hadn’t disclosed all the information about what he did for a living to her. 

She looked down at the gun in her hands as she realized she hadn’t been entirely truthfully to Lloyd either but she had her reasons. The rules she lived by that kept her safe.

“I’m sorry sunshine” He said bringing her back to the present moment.

Her eyebrows furrowed at his comment, before she felt the needle prick her neck and arms grab her body as her knees gave out while everything turned black. 

Lloyd watched from his seat in his room countries away as her eyes fluttered close and her body went limp, falling into Rick’s arms. 

“I’ll say this one more time because I enjoy saying it, anyone other then Rick touches her outside of saving her life, I’ll fucking send your hands home to your mother” Lloyd said smiling at the camera’s as he watched his men  file out of her apartment.

Present

Her eyes snapped open as she took in the room she was in. It was stunning as the late afternoon sun or maybe morning? She wasn’t sure anymore, filtered through the curtains of the large windows. Definitely old, more then a century or two but we’ll taken care of with lots of modern updates. To her right was a set of computers and multi screens with a chair. Everything was black. There was a door open that looked like a bathroom and another open door that looked like a closet with clothes. At the foot of the bed was some clothes and towels. A cart with her favorite fruits and pastries stood not to far from the edge. 

Lloyd she gritted out as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand. She had to grab the bed post when her knees slightly bucked. She took a deep breathe as she took her time slowly waking her body up. 

She made it to the stand alone tray when she looked down and noticed a note, a simple piece of paper folded and sitting on the plate. Her fingers ran over the smooth paper as she read the handwriting.

“I’ll be back in a few, stay put sunshine”

Her eyes were rolling before she could stop herself as she tossed the note down. 

She didn’t bother changing her clothes as she headed to the door of the large bedroom she was in. Pulling the knobs the door sprung up. 

There stood 2 men, one on each side of the door, both heavily armed. 

One looked down at her before moving his hand to his walkie. 

“Don’t you dare!” She said as threatening as she could. She didn’t want Lloyd getting a heads up that she was awake, she knew he’d come right away. She didn’t know where he was or what was going on but she needed a few minutes to try and process this. 

Both men shared a look, clearly unsure about what to do now that she was awake. 

“Take me to him”

When neither man started to move she scoffed  and turned on her heel heading toward the middle of the long corridor that lead to another. 

“Ma’am-“

“If you won’t take me to him, I’ll find him myself!” She yelled over her shoulder. 

She had passed countless heavily armed men and women. With each step down the endless hallways her stomach dropped. This place was more fortified then Fort Knox. Everywhere she looked there was people armed, even out the window, helicopters and trucks and stations all armed. People roaming the grounds.

What the fuck was going on? Did the fucking world end and she didn’t know? Was there a zombies apocalypse? She shuttered at the thought, zombie apocalypse was her worse fear.

She needed to find Lloyd so she could find what what was going on. Some of the men and women gave her curious glances and some didn’t seem surprised by her at all. 

She couldn’t miss the occasional glare of jealousy from both sex’s,she couldn’t blame them Lloyd was extremely attractive even with his porn stash. Her pussy clenched at the thoughts that ran through her head about how much he lived up to that stash. The man should’ve been a pornstar.

Focus YN! She scolded herself, she couldn’t let her mind wonder when the feeling something really bad had happened spun around her stomach like a roller coaster.

She came to a slow stop in front of a door More men were guarding, one of the men was Rick. She glared at him, still not ok with what took place before. 

“Is he in there?”

He nodded yes, his left hand covering her path to the door and his right reaching for his ear piece. She had planned to wait while he contacted whoever, but when she heard yelling that sounded familiar she took her chance and ducked under Rick’s arm and pushed the door open as fast as she could. 

She could hear Rick curse under his breathe as he came in after her. 

She made it a few feet into the room and out of Rick’s grip when she noticed Lloyd’s familiar frame. The black sweater stretching over his broad back. 

“What the fuck is it now” Lloyd yelled before he turned slightly on his heel to see who intruded in on his interrogation. 

“Shit” He said under his breathe, he wasn’t used to the feeling that stirred in his stomach, she wasn’t supposed to be here, in this room, right at this moment. 

If Lloyd was being completely honest with himself this wasn’t how he planned for this to go, for her to find out this way but there was no undoing what she walked in on. 

Her eyes left Lloyd’s, dare she say surprised one’s, to see the man and young girl sitting on the bed. The young girl clutching onto him. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing.

Her sister Claire and Uncle Donald. 

Her stomach dropped, what the fuck was going on?! Her uncles hands that were clutching the younger niece were bloody. Bruises littered his face.

It can’t be. 

Lloyd wouldn’t. 

Why?!

This doesn’t make sense.

“Now sunshine-“ Lloyd spoke as he slowly neared her, she looked spooked like a skittish horse that would run any second. 

And she did, right past him, pushing past his out reaching arm. She basically threw herself into her families arms as they held onto her. Her sister clutched to her as she cried. 

Lloyd bite his lip at the sting of her pushing past him. 

“Oh honey I’m so sorry they go you too” her uncle whispered in her hair. 

“Wha-what?” She asked confused with teary eyes. Who got her? He couldn’t be talking about Lloyd. What was Lloyd? 

“Honey-“

“Alright that’s enough!” Lloyd yelled stomping towards them.

“Leave her alone!” Her sister yelled, holding her older sister tighter. 

“Please tell me what’s going on-“

“He’s-“

“Let’s go sunshine” Lloyd said cutting her uncle off, while grabbing her arm. 

Her uncle tried to push Lloyd away only to feel the end of Lloyd gun smashed into his skull. He felt the slight trickled of blood as the impact made him fall back into the bed.

“Lloyd!” YN yelled pushing his arm away from her as she went to aid her uncle.

Another sting Lloyd thought. 

“He’s working for the government honey, he was going to kill-” 

YN watched in horror as Lloyd’s fist came down on her uncles mouth, instantly blood started to pool in his mouth as he coughed and held his jaw.

“Lloyd!” YN screamed as her sister started to scream and cry.

“Let me go!! Let me go you fucking asshole!” YN yelled as she pushed at his arms. 

“Can’t do that sweetheart, now let’s go” Lloyd said hosting her up into his arm. His arm had her hooked by her under arms pulling her backwards. 

She kicked and screamed trying to get away from him. 

“Calm down!” Lloyd yelled at her as he turned her towards him, holding her by her shoulders.

“No!” She yelled as her hand came across Lloyd’s face, the loud sound of skin on skin contact made the room go still. Everyone held their breathe as they watched for Lloyd’s reaction.

Lloyd could feel the heat rise up his neck, his breathe labored.

Lloyd’s rough hand shot out to grab her jaw, his hand squeezing her face as he pulled her closer to his own face. 

Lloyd’s eyes roamed her face as he watched her struggle to pull away from him, her eyes finally reached his, full of tears as she stared at him. 

Lloyd’s stomach turned, she looked scared of him and not in the way that turned him on. 

If those fuckers would have done their job right this wouldn’t even be happening right now. Lloyd didn’t know if he had the self restraint to not kill his own men who royalty fucked this up for him. 

“Fuck this” Lloyd gritted as he threw her over his shoulder. 

“Put me down! Stop this right now Lloyd!” YN screamed as the tears fell. She still didn’t really know what was going on, what she did know is Lloyd had her sister and uncle held hostage and now everything about her and Lloyd’s almost 1 years relationship was put into question.

“Don’t touch her you crazy son of a bitch!” Her uncle yelled from the other side of the room. 

Lloyd was getting tired of the old man. He could only hold his tongue for so long. A few minutes seemed to be the max.

He turned slight over the shoulder YN wasn’t on and smirked at the older man.

“Oh your a little late Unc, I’ve done nothing but touch her” Lloyd said matter a factly before smacking YN’s ass and jiggling it in his large hand. 

“Lloyd!” She yelled as she squirmed in his arms while hitting his back.

“What baby? That was pretty PG for the little sis” Lloyd.

Lloyd winked at her uncle before turning and heading out the door while YN kept screaming “No” and “Put me down”. 

“No one fucking does anything to them until I fucking say so, got it?” Lloyd asked Rick as he watched the women struggling on Lloyd’s shoulder. 

He just nodding before Lloyd headed down the hallway back the way the young woman had came only minutes ago, so unaware of what was waiting for her. 

[oddballwriter]

Evan with a Plus Size/Chubby Partner

Summary: Just what I think Evan would be like if he had a partner who was chubby

Warnings: Mentions of being insecure about your body and Evan being down to fight someone

Relationship: romantic 💕

Author’s Snip: I’ll have you guys know that I chronically simp for Evan and HABIT along with some other slenderverse characters and that might come into play soon. But anyways I have Evan brainrot atm and I’m plus sized and think about this sometimes. Maybe I’ll do the rest in the future if y’all want but right now it’s about our man Evan.

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So I’ll get this out the way

Evan doesn’t care about your body shape or figure so long as you are eating healthy and in perfectly good health

Maybe you help yourself to some things here and there but that’s perfectly fine

He’s not gonna deny that some junk food tastes amazing

So as long as you’re okay then he doesn’t care

If you’re confident with your body (which you should) then he loves that. He’s a pretty confident person so he likes that you’re confident too

But if you sometimes struggle with insecurities about your body, he understands. Sometimes you have those days where you feel like you don’t look the way you should

He’ll be there for you to tell you that you’re fine just the way you are

He still thinks you’re hot and always will

Evan does enjoy how soft you are and holds you all the time whenever he can

You’re just so soft and warm, like a pillow! So he looks for literally any excuse to cuddle with you

Obviously as a chubby person, we tend to be heavy

Evan likes to take it upon himself to try and pick you up and carry you, he likes doing it

He likes how flustered you get and it makes him so proud of himself because he can just scoop you right up

Don’t worry about him and if he’s struggling to carry you. He’s strong. And even if he struggles a little, it’s just more motivation for him to get stronger

If someone is giving you shit for being on the bigger side then he’ll go off on them

He loves you for you and all that you are, and he doesn’t want anyone to tell you otherwise so if some jackass tries some shit then their gonna get some shit

He would honestly fight someone for you 

Evan is honestly such good boyfriend material, I love him so much

[kithtaehyung]

If I haaaadddd to choose (even tho I don't want to because 3tan is such a gd gift) I would have to say Forfeit. Add me to the list!

I'm such a sucker for when characters figure out it's more than sexual attraction and the way these two expressed this to each other was so beautiful. After Forfeit, I feel like we're veeerrrry close to someone saying "I love you" and tell me why I think it's going to be Yoongi.

Also, not to bug you, I'm in no rush. I just wanted to make sure my review is still in the queue and it didn't get swallowed up. 💕

Oh my gosh another for Forfeit🥺🦋💕 honored you think this about 3tan, though🫂

It’s certainly a chapter I’m proud of, and I’m proud of them for figuring and talking all of this out, too. (And to think I was scared y’all weren’t gonna like it and think it was boring😭😭😭) but also your theory gAHHHHH throwing your theory in the bag!

Your review is there and it’s lovely🥺 I’m busy as hell today but I’ll get to it soon!! Thank you so much for the commentary and I wanna make sure I can respond properly<3

Which 3tan part would you save if you could only choose one?