#Maybe still come out of nowhere and tackle or catch-up

[captainkurosolaire]

X4 ~ Therapy

Reference ~ Mending Past ~ ♪"Transgender"♪

Fidgeting callous digits drew together, coral incense diffuser carried a eucalyptus scent to tranquil nerves being judder, open nasal-ways passages to breathe palpably again. The bold standing in the seat never felt this got anymore untroubled. Plunged-seeking for help from a dearest hearty found himself comfortable to confine in. Instinctively airing out, grievances, pain bottled within, wasn’t natural. It was attempting to relearn or change nature altogether. Kinsmen would call this act by being here, a sign of definitive weakness. They’d shun him even further, mocking his stake as a man, calling his pride pitiful… Artificially determined by underachievers of our society. However to expose your vulnerabilities, requires unprecedented power. Grit against that lingering, nagging feeling when your entire existence wants to crawl away. Is contesting against what’s supposed to be ‘nature.’ Upon this lounge seat, he was never-braver. A pirate-chasing after the grandest treasure, all forget-to-often, Tormented inner seas to navigate and master; Self-discovery! If someone were to acquire all the wealth in that… One must have to wonder, where’d they stand? Perhaps higher… Of a place not-yet charted to the fullest.

Sweat drenched palms, his throat gulped and dried before, “Ugh, this feels like I’m on a casting-couch n’ th’ local Red-Light District, tryna’ get some virgin hole’s stretched this Sennight.” Doing what often did to everyone who came in-contact, crudely buried and joked it away. Mocking his own feelings-until it was numb, displacing their noise. Throwing a popcorn-shrimp into his mouth with snacks on display, Council was also his Chef aboard too. Across from patient, a kind-hearted, Sea Roe and motherly-like maiden, giving a small-giggle at his remark, “It’s okay. We can wait for you to lax, this isn’t something we need to force open. There’s no-fires, here Cap’n. You’re safe, waves outdoors from us, under that sail-breeze accompanied.” She stumbled-across him when concerned, after nearly-dying from experimenting on narcotics and mixing strong-rum together one-night. Without her keen-observance the Sea Maiden didn’t notice his eyes incoherently devoid of sense, that faithful-Sun. She would’ve been too-late. Suffering more scars-than physically the canvas conveyed on him. Early on taking a mantle. Faltering when it came to multiple Crews. Incurring, mutinies, several enemies, known. Or lurking within depths of the unknown. Bounties that became steep from his escapades of fearlessness. Always targets at his back the moment he donned the inherited Tricorn Hat. From fallen Cap’n who founded this Goldbrand. Inside that-wee-bit part of us that holds us back ushering, whispering like a conniving parasite. Crept-in, saying to flee, run-away. Holding us back from growth-ushering and flourishing. It often won. Looking for any way to get-off-the-hook, from achieving anything, may lead to either happiness or deemed-fortune. Important to often resist that insignificant-part. To combat this requires a shout of frustration, and committing to your declared steps to truly heal. “What would ye’ like t’ ask?” Nerves turned to stone, a deep-inhale taken and exhalation followed. Amusement, candle-lit her visage, before an earnest-smile followed, “We’ll start discussing, what brings you thrill, fulfillment? You’ve a coffer of stories, Captain. They’re written not just upon but through you. Acquiring a healthy outlet to release them may help you astutely, or give room to castaway and relinquish unnecessary weight.” She had an ease sharing empathic attributes. Every emotion someone underwent was her own. Devilishly uprooted, a no-good expression of debauchery collected his features, “Ye sure about that? I could go-listing many pleasurable affairs with vivid details. Can’t say none of those experiences weren't a thrill. Worth th’ voyage my partners I’d bet could vouch fellow sentiments.” Looking to stir-up or shake, but she didn’t waver. Expecting to have her roll-her-eyes, give up on him before starting, hopelessly. As many before-her claimed to be ears. Was obvious she would’ve listened to anything. Nothing could deter her aid, cradled around him knowing just his actual hurt. This what a true-friend exhibited; a Crew? Uncanny, selfishness often was prime here, a believed-necessity. Expect everyone with a knife-of-betrayal equipped Loyalty, if held, resided the strongest-currency. Not glinted gold nor silver.

Bested by her with a pout, seriousness followed his features loosened actually thinking of what her words asked. “I guess seeing dreams realized ov’ others. Particularly my mateys anymore is enough satisfaction. I’ve held many wonders upon this realm. I scoured formerly n’ my shade, claiming Voidal Relics, t’ lost treasures left forgotten and barren. Every-time, I felt further from complete. Would-think with the infamy and power I was collecting, even the fortune I had. There’s no way I wouldn’t feel a sense of freedom sought or grandness. Regardless a gap waged between. Acquiring those ambitious endeavors took extreme sacrifices, not always on my account. I asked much ov’ my fellows. Two-men on the crew who were lovers had much to still-live on and found eachother in my stead, recently-wed, n’ they willingly chased after these materialistic-gains, fer me…  One voyage, required t’ see a difference-make against a War of the Depths that came t’ our shores. Despite their commitment to each other that adventure was seen-through by them. It’d prove the last-moment they shared together. One of them became corrupted, tainted by a relic’s influence, consumed ov’ ration, and killed their own heart; the very partner.” Broke-down and strings inside holding his composure, snapped. Quivering in his voice to encounter realization, “W-what, kind of Cap’n does that? I kept getting my hearties killed! Thwarting away futures not my claim t’ take. Cause of selfishness, greed, to prevent others from having all th’ cards n’ their own coffer? What th’ HELL was th’ justification!? They should still be together…” Balling his fist, nails-delving into his palm until bled. She wrote notes on her clip-board before setting it down. Unknowingly a part of her… Slumbering was strictly-involved in that War of the Depths. Reincarnation of the very-prime-foe. Even beyond both their known. Captain felt it instinctively during their meeting. Soon washed away the notion and mistrusted his own instinct. Because it wasn’t all-true. She demonstrated a whole difference to the advisory, formerly named Siren among Sirens in mythos, who orchestrated and owned an Empire at Depths of the Rohtano. Calmly and understanding from his perspective, “Cap’n we can’t carry everything outside us and blame our shoulders for not staying upright, otherwise we anchor and quickly follow-pursuit of the dead. You said it yourself they willingly followed and saw crucially a mission you-mentioned for that War? What would’ve happened if they didn’t? I’ve to bet more lives lost; War unfortunately is that, there’s no real-fortune any side attains. Always loss-occurs. Think they would-agree that was in-vain? Would they-be any happier or rested souls, knowing their Captain they shared who guided them to another foremost, sabotaged and chained himself because of their behalf? Your survival has a lot of guilt, it’s harmful.” Lowering herself to extend the reach of voice, it never once, impacted a sense of thought or deep-truth to reflect in. Frustration was being quelled, she further descended down to pull him from shallow-bellows of torment. 

As-if her spirit was diving to rescue him, where misery and sorrow; drowns their victims. She attempted to explain with insightful unfathomable wisdom, “Perception carries and decides our reality. Instead of seeing your failure, think of victory. You won in some semblance a War, a tremendous feat; prevailing over it. Every-breath you take on carries extra-life of every fallen hearty you said goodbye, departed to those early sea-bed graves. Look what’ve you achieved, how you’ve mustered courageously, standing against that Past. You’re able to discern; what’s wrong or is containing your gravity. Wallowing is dangerous, making people stuck in-limbo, devouring the Future and preventing a Present from ever-leaving unwelcome shadows. One foot of yours seems to be stuck on shore. While another contemplates a leap to the tides. I’m not saying to forget. I’m saying to swim with your knowledge and experience, forward, forward, forgiving forward.” Her words didn’t instantaneously make a difference, but they were making-brief dents. Never-valuing or understood forgiveness especially towards one-self. Wasn't it easier to quickly throw down the hatch a few-pints of bottomless ale, hasten numbness? No-one wanted to confront-this, or themselves. Burdened with confronting our own burdens. Pain happens when caring. In-the-deep the rulers residing; sharks swam in this manner. Forward, never deterring. It’s all they knew, otherwise they lose breathing, resulting in death. Yet they reigned and exhibited lessons. Captain felt a lighter-sense of him wasn’t an instantaneous recovery but a progressive, steadied one. “Thanks Slafhota, I’ll see ye’ n’ Seven Sun’s same time, aye?” For first-session, it already felt like a right-step towards entering that tide becoming a king of his depth.

[alastor-simp]

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Lucifer Morningstar, Cherri Bomb, Vox and Valentino

Here is the second part of the hugging headcanon with the other hazbin characters. I am going to try to make Valentino be a bit more approachable in this story since I know he is on this fandoms hit list.Will contain spoilers from some episodes. Enjoy!

Lucifer Morningstar🐥

🐥"OH! Ummm.....something wrong? Did you want to play with one of my rubber ducks?” Lucifer would have no idea what is going on. He will be stood like a statue, while holding one of his signature ducks. Despite being the king of hell, this man is an awkward softie.

🐥Lucifer was officially staying at the hotel now after its renovation after the fight with Adam. It was nice that he was finally making an effort with Charlie’s dreams and acting like a father.

🐥However, this poor man suffered from depression, due to being stressed being the king of hell and also thinking about his wife leaving. Man couldn’t catch a break.

🐥His bedroom is where he would stay when he was like that, crafting another duck figurine at his desk. He hadn’t noticed you coming into his room to see how he was. The minute he felt arms wrap around him is when he realized your presence.

🐥 “Ummmmmmmm….hi there?” Lucifer just remained in the position he was in, staring at you, trying to figure out what was happening. Soon, you had let him go, wearing an apologetic smile.

🐥 “I’m sorry, your highness.” Lucifer jumped when he heard that and waved his hands. “OH! Just call me Lucifer or Luci! Don’t need to be formal with me!” You smiled at him and nodded your head. The both of you stared at each other for a bit before he broke the silence and asked why the sudden hug.

🐥Feeling shy, you rubbed the back of your neck, “Well, I noticed you seemed more melancholic than usual today. Usually when I am sad, a hug always makes me feel better so I thought maybe that would help you.” Red pupils continued to stare at you making you feel nervous, wondering if you had upset him

🐥Your body was met with a strong impact, as Lucifer tackled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly to the point it was hard to breathe. His face was in the crook of your neck, as he continued to squeeze. “C-can’t br-eath.” Gasping out an answer, you felt Lucifer let you go, by still placed his hands on your shoulder.

🐥 “S-sorry! Sorry! I forget my own strength sometimes haha! You okay? No broken bones?” He kept moving his head to peer at you, making sure you were alright. His actions caused you to laugh, surprising him. “You’re such a dad.” Lucifer then smiled at that, placing a hand on his chest, “Of course I am! I am hells number one daddy!” That sentence caused you to cackle, confusing Lucifer even more. “Hahahaha! Don’t ever say that again!” Lucifer tilted his head at you: “Wait, what did I say?”

🐥His clueless side to him was quite cute at times. You managed to calm down. “Lucifer, if you ever need someone to talk to or have another one of your depressed episodes, come find me okay. I’ll be there to listen and also provide comforting hugs." He wore a shocked expression, before he broke into a kind smile, patting your head. "Thank you."

🐥The relationship the both of you had improved a lot. He was more open with you and would discuss his problems. He was kind enough to bring you to his workshop, showing you how to make his prized ducklings. You received a nice surprise when you went into your room and saw a duck figurine that resembled you, with a red rose lying next to it.

Cherri Bomb🍒

🍒"Woah! Hey bit✪✪!! Why the sudden tackle? You looking to throw down?" Cherri is very hyperactive and fun-loving, you almost never see her depressed about anything. She is either throwing bombs during turf wars or partying at the club with Angel Dust. She wasn't close with everyone at the hotel except Angel, but she was friendly as long as you didn't do something to piss her off.

🍒However, she does have a sensitive side to herself, but she puts up a tough guard to hide it. The three of you, yourself, Cherri and Angel were partying at a popular sex club, chugging down shot after shot. It took you a while to notice, since you were slightly buzzed, that Cherri had a more sad expression on her face then usual. You were about to question what was wrong, but she got up quickly from the bar, saying she was going out for a quick smoke.

🍒Sensing something else was going, on you let Angel know that you would be right back, before following after Cherri. Looking everywhere, you were able to find her on the patio deck of the club, smoking a cigarette while leaning on the metal bar. She didn't noticed you until she heard the sound of the door sliding and saw you walking towards her.

🍒 "Oh! Hey hoe! Whatcha doing out here? Craving a smoke too?" She was smiling wide at you, but you can tell that it was forced. Walking closer to her, you threw her arms around her, causing her one eye to stare at you in shock. ""Woah mate! Whats wrong with ya?" She patted one of your arms, wondering what was going on. "Cherri, drop the act already. I saw that look on your face in the club. There is obviously something going on. So come on, spill it."

🍒 Cherri's eye just widen further and the smile on her face dropped. She turned her head down, not saying a word to you as you kept holding her. "AGH! I'm just pissed with myself at the moment! I'm trying so hard to obtain the level of overlord, but it's not working. I need that status, so I can help Angie to be rid of that moth fu✪✪face!!" Cherri yelled out, as she threw the cigarette from her hand, while punching the metal bar with her fist. You continued to listen to her, and hugged her tighter.

🍒You both stayed like that for a bit, before you spoke: "You will do it Cherri Bomb! I believe in you and so does Angel Dust. Its gonna be hard in the beginning, but you can do it. I want the same for Angel too and I'll try to help in anyway I can." After that little speech you gave, you felt Cherri shaking with laughter. "AHAHAHA! Sorry mate, but you fighting in turf wars? I'm sorry, but your baby face is way to sweet to be considered a threat!" Her words cause you to pout. "Still, thanks mate for coming out here and making me feel better." She moved her body, positioning herself so she could hug you back.

🍒The both of you let go after that, just in time for Angel Dust to come, wondering where the both of you went. "Cherri? Toots? What's going on? Y'all been gone for a while, I thought you bailed on me!" The both of you laughed and walked closer to Angel. "Nothing Angel. Just having some girl talk." You didn't want to tell Angel what had happened before since you probably expected Cherri didn't want to worry him. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, and pulled you closer to them. Cherri smiled down at you before looking back at Angel. "Sorry Angie, got distracted. Lets get back to the party! I owe you a drink Y/N!" Cherri looked down at you when she said that before pulling you to the bar, with Angel following behind, wearing a smirk.

🍒Cherri exchanged numbers with you after that. She chatted with both you and Angel on the regular. Her messages were very wild and enthusiastic, either sending a picture of herself in a fight or just making funny inappropriate jokes. She had invited you to her crib to hang out at one point. You should consider yourself lucky, cause she only invites the people she cares about to her place, so the fact that she did that means she considers you a very close friend. She has offered to help train you too, since she noticed your lack of skill in combat, so she wanted to help prepare you. She knew that it would help you in the long run and also allow you to tag team together in a turf war.

Vox📺

📺Hugging Vox was not as simple as you think. He had a reputation to uphold as one of the three Vee's. Also he didn't like being touched.

📺He was an alright guy despite his massive ego. You had been in his business for a while, so you knew quickly how he function and acted in certain situations. His mood had been very sour lately, since he had just realized his arch enemy, the radio demon was back after disappearing for seven years. His great plan was to call Alastor out during one of his video podcasts, only to be mocked down by Alastor, causing him to short circuit and cause all the power to be cut off.

📺Vox remained in his office after that, fuming. His screen was flickering every once in a while, as blue sparks kept popping up around him. You hesitated a bit, as you stood at the door to his office, contemplating if you should go in a calm him down or just let him cool off on his own. Finally reaching a decision, you walked in.

📺He was sitting in his large red chair, in front of his multiple screens. The back of the chair was facing you, as you walked closer to wear he was. Having reached closer to him, you look at him, seeing if he was okay. He was leaned back against the chair, hands covering his screen. It was mumbling something to himself, which was hard to make out, but you heard some words like "alastor" and "a✪✪hole."

📺Clearing your throat, you allowed your presence to be know to him. Vox jumped a bit, before removing one of hands to look at you. He was clearly irritated, given the scowl on his face. "The hell you doing in here? I made in clear I was not to be disturbed." You bounced back a bit at his tone, but you stood strong. "I apologize, sir. I had come to see if you were alright, since you have been in here for a few hours." Vox continued to glare at you before putting his hand back to cover his face. "Argh! That old fashion radio di✪✪head still has me pissed off!" You listen to him rant, and wanted to at least find a way to ease his emotions. "Will you allow me to help calm you down?"

📺Vox removed his hands from his face, his screen eyebrows arched up a bit. He gave a sigh and just waved his hand in the air, saying to do whatever. Taking a deep breath, you walked closer to Vox, leaning down to wrap your arms around him. Vox just froze, hands raised up in shock. He wasn't expecting something like this. After a few seconds, you let him go and stood back up, rubbing your neck. "Sorry! I- That always use to make me feel better whenever I am upset about something, so I though that would help you." You continued to look down away from Vox, afraid that you overstepped.

📺You slowly look back at him, hoping he wasn't more enraged. He surprisingly wasn't, but was more stumped then anything. Soon his screen face lit up with his blue-teethed smile. "Well that was a surprise! Didn't expect you to do that?" He continued to smirk at you, which made you twiddle your fingers. "Sorry." Vox just gave a huff, turning his face away. "Well I didn't hate it." That comment surprised you. You weren't able to see his face,, but his screen looked a tad pinkish, but it was hard to make out. Letting out a cough, he turned back and stretched. "Well time to get back and do some overlord work. You can head back and do whatever." Smiling, you bowed your head a bit, "Very well, sir." You turned around, beginning to walk back to the sliding doors. "Vox." You stopped and turned back, "I'm sorry?" Vox spun his chair, around facing you, "You can call me Vox." His face was hard to read, since you never seen him with that kind of expression before. He slowly turned back around, back of the chair facing you now.

📺He was a bit different after that whole interaction. Yes, he was still the egotistical Vox, but he acted a bit softer when he was with you behind closed doors. He would ask how your day was and how the new Voxtech sales were coming along. He tried to have you around more, whenever he was doing his podcasts or having a meeting with the other Vees. You noticed his eyes staring at you, with a sort of soft look, but he would quickly turn around like nothing was happening.

Valentino🦋

🦋It wasn't easy to offer Valentino a hug. He was one of the the three V's, the overlords that dominated most of Pentagram city. Valentino was a busy man, since he controlled a lot of the lustful side of the city, so he was either surrounded by hot demons or working as the director for his porn videos.

🦋 However, he was prone to hissy fits, that would result in him either breaking multiple things in his office or injure one of Velvette's models. You weren't sure what caused this tantrum, but you could hear Valentino's squeaks of rage from his office.

🦋After a couple minutes, it began to quiet down, giving you a sign that it was safe to enter his office now. Opening the door to his office, you saw the mayhem that was now his office space. Papers had scattered the floor, some clothes were throw on the ground and broken pieces of glass were scattered everywhere on the floor. In the middle of the room was a giant red smoke cloud, likely containing the moth himself. You could see him a bit through the smoke, wearing a scowl, but his eyes were closed.

🦋You didn't say a word, and just started to clean up the mess. Valentino peeked his eye out to look at you, and closed it again. After fixing his clothes and throwing away the shards of glass, you picked up the papers, assembling them in a stack and walk over to his desk. Placing them down, you looked up at the moth man in front of you. He was still wearing a scowl, while muttering little curses under his breath. "Umm..Mr. Valentino?", calling out his name, you approached a bit closer, to where you were standing near his chair. Valentino opened his eyes, flashing crimson at you. "What is it?" his tone was still agitated, and his eyes were glaring at you.

🦋You fiddled with your fingers for a bit, then you slowly got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He was very tall, but since he was sitting down, it was easier for you to place your arms around his back, putting you head next to his neck Valentino let out a little squeak in shock, his multiple arms jumping up, which caused the pipe in one of his hands to drop to the ground. "Oh~ You looking to play gatita?" You could tell he was smirking at what you were doing. You shook your head, "I'm not doing this to have sex with you. I'm giving you a hug to cheer you up." Valentino was quiet after you said that. You were about to let go, thinking you made him more upset, but you felt his arms pull you closer, lifting you up to have you sit on his lap. His head bent down as well, leaning closer to your neck.

🦋None of you had said a word, as you continued to hug each other. You felt a pair of lips kiss your neck, giving you goosebumps. Slowly Valentino removed his head from your neck. His two hands moved to push you back, before placing the both of them on your cheeks. He was wearing a very tender expression, it was quite a surprise to see since you only saw him with a smirk or glare. "Gracias hermosa." Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead, causing you to blush.

🦋His attitude with you change entirely after that. He was still a horny bastard, but he cooled it down for you. He wanted you with him at all times, either next to you or sitting on his lap. Vox took a notice to how different Valentino was being, but he didn't question it, since it saved him time and prevented him from having to come and calm Valentino down himself. Valentino began to send you little gifts as well, you expected something erotic like vibrators, but surprisingly, you got roses and beautiful jewelry. He started addressing you by your name more, or he would called you "hermosa" like he did when he kissed your forehead. Welp, looks like you have a giant moth demon attracted to you now.

~END~

(Sorry no Velvette in this headcanon. It is hard for me to write her character. Maybe i'll do a separate headcanon for just Velvette when I have time)

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[whore4abby]

italian summer; abby anderson

prologue | part one | part two

warnings; younger!reader (20), older!abby (28), mndi

wc; 1.3k

a/n; inspired by call me by your name. set in the 80s

your parents had somehow convinced you to come and stay at a family friend’s italian villa in a small northern town for the summer, its not that you weren't grateful for the vacation or the break from college, it was the fact that you were staying in the middle of nowhere, isolated from all your friends back home, who were all probably spending their summer together having the time of their lives in your absense.

you were grateful for one thing though, the family friends who own the villa are the andersons, including your childhood best friend, lily, who you haven't seen since since high school when the family moved out of state. you had both kept in touch a little whilst in college and you were so excited to see her again, but you're not sure how much of her you'll be able to handle before you start to get a bit sick of her energetic antics.

you're in the backseat of the navy blue fiat 128, staring out the window at the beautiful italian scenery, the villa surrounded by towering cypress trees and lush, verdant grass. you dad eventually pulls the small car to a gentle halt and you all hop out.

you're practically bouncing up and down as you eagerly rush through the front door of the villa, squealing when you see your old best friend in the living room. a surge of excitement seems to take over her as she jumps up out of her seat and almost tackles you to the ground. “i missed you so, so much! you have no idea…” she giggles and squeezes you so tight you think your might burst. you pull back and look into her bright eyes, smiling widely, “i missed you too! so much…”

the rest of the morning is spent unpacking and spending time with your parents and the andersons, until lily had dragged you away to the pool. you both sit on the edge of the pool, your legs slowly wading back and forth through the cool water as you catch up on on each others lives. you laugh and reminisce together, telling each other every little nostalgic detail of your lives since the last time you saw each other.

lily rests her head on your shoulder as she looks out over the pool, admiring it quietly. you listen closely to the sounds of the calm wind and leaves rustling, the birds chirping and your parents laughter nearby. “i cant believe you guys spend every summer here, its so beautiful…” lily nods excitedly, glancing around at the abundant, flourishing grass around the large pool. “right?! this is my favorite place.”

“oh! also, abby should be arriving tonight.” lily smiles. your face lights up a little at the mention of her older sister but you try not to make it to obvious. you had a crush on abby when you were younger, a silly little schoolgirl crush on your best friends older sister, but the sound of her name still has you tongue-tied and babbling like an idiot.

“o-oh…i…didn’t know she would be here.“ you laugh slightly, trying to sound as casual as possible but the thought of this unexpected reunion and seeing abby again after all these years has your heart skipping a beat. it's a bittersweet feeling, as memories come rushing back, flooding your mind with sentimentality.

lily is completely unaware that you had a crush on her older sister when you were younger and maybe even still to this day. she begins to pick up on the little cues though, seeing how your voice strains and how you get flustered at the mention of her - but she chalks it up to the fact that you’re probably just excited and nervous to see abby again after all this time.

lily and you have spent the majority of your afternoon doing all sorts of activities. you’ve swam in the pool, sat under the sun and relaxed on the deck whilst drinking freshly made lemonade and nibbling your way through a platter of freshly-made food.

as the sun starts to set, shadows dance across your face and the wind rustles the trees melodiously in the distance. you’re still both clad in your swimsuits from the swim earlier, towels wrapped loosely around your shoulders as you both sit in the grass, taking in the gorgeous scenery and breathing in the crisp air.

“oh my god…is that abby?” you gasp as you watch a mysterious woman walk out onto the patio from inside the villa. she’s tall and absolutely gorgeous, her long wavy hair cascading down her back, almost touching her waist, wearing denim shorts paired with a classic black bikini top that shows off her impressive abs which are glistening in the low light from the setting sun.

abby approaches you both smiling smugly as she ruffles lily’s hair. ”it’s been a while, sis.” with her attention focused on lily, she didn’t seem to recognise you sat next to her. her attention is immediately being captured by you when her gaze directs itself to your beautiful face, her expression quickly shifts from one of smugness to curiosity as she stares at you for a moment before she realises who you are.

her eyes roam over every small detail of your appearance, drinking you in as if its the very first time she's ever seen you. “god you’ve changed…” you’re a little taken back and your heart begins beating faster as abby reaches out to you, your eyes flitting between her touchingly gentle hands and her playful but intense gaze. she looks at you for a moment with a curious smile before ruffling your hair with her big hand, an action that makes you shiver and smile shyly. your voice comes out a little breathless as you look up at her “abby….how’ve you been?”

”i’ve been good- busy with work, but in a good way.” she chuckles, tilting her head to the side as your eyes fix on her own. her voice is low and alluring, it only leaves your heart racing even more as she speaks.

abby smiles softly as she talks, her free hand moving to the small of your back. you inhale sharply as her fingertips move up and down your spine, her warm touch having you shiver momentarily. ”i work in ancient architecture. nothing too fancy, although i can’t complain about the pay…and i get to live here in italy!” she lets go of you, crossing her arms across her chest as she sits down in the grass beside you, looking back towards you briefly and smiling.

lily smiles at you both as she looks towards abby and rolls her eyes playfully. “my sister is such a weirdo. i still wonder sometimes if she actually lives in this century or not.” lily giggles while glancing over at you.

“hey! i think her job is very cool.” you smile and glance over at abby. her eyes quickly flick towards you as you glance in her direction, her lips curling up into a small smile as you praise her. ”oh, thank you! i have a lot of fun with it.”

as your two families join together, having decided to enjoy dinner outside in the balmy, summery night. crickets chirping and the sound of genuine laughter and hushed voices creating a murmur that echoes around the table.

you sit on one side of lily and you can see abby across from the both of you, her eyes twinkling under the glow of the moon and lanterns scattered around the dining table. her attention seems fixated solely on you, making you squirm a little in your seat.

everything seems to be going smoothly until that one dreaded question arises. “so, you seeing any boys lately?” lily nudges you excitedly. you freeze momentarily before forcing a smile onto your face that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, shaking your head. “im focusing on college right now…” you try to talk steadily but your fragile voice waivers a little.

abby picks up on your awkward mannerisms, the slightest hint of a smirk spreading across her wine-tinted lips as she watches the scene play out. she leans back in her seat, her eyes set on your own as she takes a deep sip from her glass.

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[nouvxllev]

Absolutely love your work! And was ecstatic when I found out you also did Emma myers! And you write so well!! 🥹 I don’t know if you’ll be up to this, so don’t feel the need I know your probably a busy bee. But I wanted to know since you do Emma myers, if you’d be willing to to do a cc Walker aged up fic, maybe where cc is in college, and she’s in a relationship with reader (I absolutely loved your jealous Tara fic) but I was wondering if you could do cc, but make it a little more soft, and possessive? Like Cc is more afraid that reader will leave her? And just soft smut? (Sapphic of course) if not then I understand. I also wanted to know if once A good girls guide to murder comes out, will you be doing pop x reader? Because Emma is so cute as pip! ❤️❤️

would it kill you to look at me instead?

Pairing: CC Walker x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!

Words: 5k (i was not expecting that damn)

Warnings: soft smut, slight angst. actually idk if its cut out to be angst, possessive cc aaaaaaa, author forgot how to actually write good stories

a/n: thank you so so sooo much!!!! and i was absolutely in love with agggtm when i read the book (i even got the whole series on my bookshelf!) so ofc ill be doing a pip x reader soon. hope i got to your expectations, anon.

masterlist.

"CC, what's up with you?"

Ava trailed after her, CC's shoes skittering along the hallway like some kind of menace, the slam of her door from her dorm was still echoing in Ava's ears.

Despite having just finished training five minutes ago, CC's steps were quick. Like they were avoiding any sort of conversation, she didn't even know why or where she was going.

"CC, please, you haven't even talked to me in a week!" Ava caught up to her, nearly tackling the girl to keep pace with her steps.

"Okay, what?" The blonde turned around abruptly, wind catching in her hair. She almost could roll her eyes if not for Ava being the sweetest being on this earth. "What, for fucks sake, what is so wrong with me?"

"That." She gestured using her pointer finger while the shorter girl pulled her lips into a thin line, "You keep snapping at everyone, and you've been staring daggers at the squad all week. It was mild at first, but now you look like you want to bury them in front of their families."

Ava leaned in further, squinting her eyes as she crosses her arms, "...Also you have these deep eyebags under your eyes."

CC's shoulder slumped, letting out an heavy sigh while her eyes closed. It burns, burns like fucking hell.

"I—"

Ava jumped forward, her eyes furrowing almost immediately, "Don't say because of exams since you're doing pretty good in terms of academics. You're even top in your classes."

"Well, fine. It's—"

"Don't say soccer too because I know your eyebags only come out of hiding when it's tournament or championship season."

"Okay, Wyatt—"

"Yale is like a million miles from us, CC. Also you don't even text Wyatt unless you need something."

"Well, I..." CC fidgeted under her, her head tilting left and right, "We've, my girlfriend have.... Have been fucking. Sex. Alot. Major, huge sex. Like, up and down, sideways, horizontally, transversally—"

"Alright, no," Ava pulled out her hand and stopped her, her other pinching the bridge of her nose, "Not in any universe would I want to hear about you and y/ns sex life."

CC chuckled, the only laugh she could ever muster. "Look, college's been kicking my ass lately and I'm just tired, really. Nothing to worry about." In all truth and oaths, she was.

She was tired.

For all the different reasons. Might even be petty ones.

So tired of hearing that one name—Clarissa Grey—coming out of your, admittedly so attractive, pretty mouth. She was a transferee yet she already caught your attention with a single 'hey, i'm new here, can you show me around?'

It had been five weekdays, not even counting weekends where Clarissa horribly clung onto you outside of school, of having your presence found nowhere but with that girl.

Normally, CC would spend every waking hour, if not for soccer, with you and you only. Clinging to your arms, holding your warm hands, tip-toeing to kiss your pretty lips she so adored, bringing you to the most expensive places you wanted, and most especially waking up with you in the early morning with your body sprawled atop hers.

It was bliss.

Was.

Now that CC was constantly being pulled to practice she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted with you. Meanwhile, Clarissa had you wrapped around her arms.

In short, Clarissa Grey is and will forever be a pain in the ass.

Clarissa—Insufferable, torturous, agonizing, intolerable, girlfriend-hogging—Grey.

She hated her.

Well, not hated. It's a strong word, a word she couldn't ever describe your, her forever beloved girlfriend, friends. Yet this girl got on her nerves more than ever.

And she's pretty sure this girl's been trying to get into your pants more than CC ever does after a rough game.

Clarissa was fine at first. CC wasn't those controlling partners who didn't allow their other to have friends; in fact, she was happy that you found a friend in the new transferee from across the world.

Now she felt like she was about to butcher the girl from mouth to anus if she ever so much as catching a wind of her presence of how she was constantly stealing you away from her.

CC took months just to muster a hi and introduce herself (through text mind you) and she didn't even check her phone for weeks after it. New girl did it in one damn day.

How could one even out-girlfriend a girlfriend of three years?

Now whenever it hits midnight and CC is finally in your arms all she could hear is:

"I'm so sorry baby, Clarissa made some plans for us."

"Sorry, CC. I have something to do with Clarissa on that date."

"Clarissa wanted to…"

"Baby, is it alright if Clarissa invited me to…"

"CC! Check it out, Clarissa just…

It's ridiculous and all CC could say was a simple yeah sure and a nod like she wasn't going to bash Clarissa's head in with a soccer ball.

She'd admit that even you get the end of the stick with her attention sometimes because of her first-class popularity that always seemed to stick around, but either way she felt really bad.

Jealousy was a stupid emotion which a stupid college girl, mind you, like her was stupidly experiencing. She was 19 experiencing her old 13 year old problems if she met you a bit more earlier. But who wouldn't get jealous?

She had the same interests as you, the same personality, likes the same movies as you, you both had an interest in whatever artist you were listening too.

She practically hung out with you everyday with how the both of you took the same classes and courses. The two of you were perfect on paper.

Clarissa wasn't some soccer-obssessed girl who doesn't spend her time in training for championships that you found yourself spending every second with her if CC wasn't around.

She has a great fashion sense without looking like whatever a 'teenybopper' is or someone dressed like Adam Sandlers.

She's probably great at cooking.

She kept her room impossibly clean as if it were brand new that you found impressive everytime she invited the both of you to her dorm.

She had this amazing ball of sunshine whenever she entered the room like it was a plague.

She probably followed what her mom told her to be when she gets into college.

She was pretty too. Her hair all shiny and she carried absolute grace and poise. Who wouldn't like her?

And that smile of hers? You found it nice. Charming, captivating. Even CC found it enchanting, it was all so surreal.

You liked her, most of all.

Shit.

Not that CC could ever doubt your loyalty to her; hell, she could invite every former crush and celebrity crush you had, and you wouldn't even bat a single eye towards them. You'd even try to desperately find the girl even if she wasn't in the room.

She doubted herself.

Who was she if not for you?

She just missed you. So much. It's killing her.

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"CC!" You yelled, a smile creeping up your lips as you watched her jog up the bleachers in her new shoes you bought for her as an anniversary gift, it was an understatement to say that she loved it.

You watched how her exhausted face broke into a slight smile that managed to never fail to make your heart grow a garden of flowers trying to mimic her beauty, her eyes lighting up by the mere sight of you.

When she finally reached you, she practically melted into your inviting embrace. You held her chose, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her exhaustion from practice matches slowly going away from being in the comfort of our arms.

You feel how her breaths gradually steadied, her heartbeat turned into its normal pace, her hands snaking up to your back while she buried her head into you, subtly peppering gentle kisses along your neck.

"Y/n..." She murmured, pulling her head away slightly and turning to the side.

Your arms stayed lingered around her waist, "Yeah, baby?"

She shook her head, eyebrows slightly knitting themselves as her gaze drifted at the seats as she inched closer to your ear, "Why... why is she here?" She squeezed your hand that was wrapped around her.

You followed her line of sight to where Clarissa sat on the bleachers right next to you, watching the players off to the side at her own time.

"Well, she wanted to come along with me," you explained with a shrug, "so I brought her here." A soft smile gracing your lips as you glanced at CC who didn't match your sunny expression.

"You guys done yet?" She looked up at the both of you, her voice was oddly monotone and disinterested. Unlike a few moments ago where she was clinging onto your arm while laughing.

You lowered your arms from CC's body as you sat beside Clarissa, gesturing to your girlfriend to slightly introduce her even if they already met a couple of times.

You didn't miss the way CC's face twisted into a grimace one as she crossed her arms, mumbling a slightly less than thrilled exclaim, "Fantastic."

"It is fine for me to cheer you on, right?" Clarissa smiled. Way too innocently at CC as if she wasn't just staring her down, the change in her tone didn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah. Yeah sure, whatever." CC replied, albeit the response came through gritted teeth as she picked up a waterbottle that sat beside you.

Clarissa smiled, laughed even, before leaning her head against you. "We have something to go after anyways, right y/n?" She looked up at you, innocent eyes that definitely didn't mimic yours as you stuttered out a response.

"We do? I didn't—"

"Okay, no, that's—!" CC's reaction was swift, immediately pulling you closer to her side, her hand having a firm grip on your arm as her voice rose in frustration yet faltered.

CC paused, seemingly collecting herself. You turned to her, confusion etched in your face, while Clarissa had a slight tug in her lips.

"That's... perfect. Amazing," she finally managed to say, letting go of her tight grip on you before standing up. "Sorry, I really have to go, I think they're calling for me. Enjoy whatever plans the both of you have."

You hear Clarissa giggle as you watch CC walk down the steps, her waterbottle discarded onto a nearby trashcan. It wasn't even half done. "Guess she doesn't like me, huh?"

A soft sigh escape your lips, your mood officially worried and concerned about CC before turning to Clarissa, "Yeah... Yeah, sorry, we have plans?"

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Nothing could be more worrying than allowing your girlfriend CC-can't-really-monitor-her-liquor-properly-Walker attend a night party held by her teammates as some sort of 'pre-celebration' before a game.

You were already deprived out of her presence, being that you always stuck with that new girl you couldn't really find time to hang out with your girlfriend no longer than 30 minutes.

Not to mention what happened a few hours ago.

You miss her so much its tearing you apart. Unfortunately you're the book definition of a people pleaser so you took the courage to show Clarissa around for a few weeks until she got comfortable with the setting.

Most of the times CC would invite you to come along with to parties. Rejection often means she would be clinging onto your back like a koala and making out with you until the words associated with your academics disappeared from your mind.

Now she just entered the dorm, gave you a single kiss without explanation, and a simple text minutes later just stating 'ill be at a party. see you midnight xx.'

That in itself made you worried. No normal breathing CC Walker would ever use perfect grammar or would her be's or you's spelled correctly without any missing letters.

So imagine your surprise when she arrived two hours before twelve. Wasted and slightly teary-eyed, her pretty eyes avoiding looking at your direction. It was an understatement that the sight broke your heart.

"CC?" You rushed to her side almost immediately, ignoring the concerns of the amount of tasks you had on your desk.

You were met with silence. "CC, baby, are you alright? Did something happen?" you asked softly, "love, hey, look at me." You reach out to steady her as she swayed on her feet more and more in her intoxicated state until she reached her bed.

She shrugged off your touch, feeling a nagging sting in your heart that burned a void inside of you. You watched as she mutter something unintelligible under her breath, gritting her teeth as she stared at the ground.

"CC, talk to me." You carefully sat with her against your bed, fetching her the water that has been sitting on your desk, tilting your head to get her attention.

Her head turned to you, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her pretty eyes that you adored were almost teary-eyed, "Would it kill you to look at me instead, y/n?"

"CC..." you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, "CC... what? What are you talking about?"

"Why are you always with her? Clarissa?" Her name almost felt like poison in her mouth, awaiting to be spit out in venom, "Why is she always with you when I'm not around? Why are you always looking at her even if I'm mere inches away from you?"

She shook her head before you could respond, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "It's dumb. I know you're allowed to spend time with your friends. And even more to her since she's new and everything. You could spend time with anyone and I wouldn't care but I—" She took a deep breath, "Every time I see you with her, it's like… like she's much more of a good girlfriend than me you know? Because she likes you. It's kind of clear."

You couldn't feel anything but that gruesome feeling that's eating you apart. You could feel your heart tearing your own self apart as she spoke more.

"She looks at you as if you're hers, y/n. Not to mention she's always touching you, calling you names, always going out of her way to be alone with you... I mean, she asked you out as a joke. Multiple times."

"CC I never thought…" You feel a lump forming in your throat, her words heavy on your heart that were surely more heavier on hers. "I'm sorry, CC."

You reached out to cup her cheek, her body turning to face you, your thumb gently wiping a stray tear that fell on her face. "I'm so sorry, CC. You're not losing me. You will never lose me," you whispered, "I care about you more than anything. More than I breathe. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you were losing me. You have my whole heart, my body, my very soul."

Her gaze softened slightly, you could see that familiar glint you always loved to look at when you locked eyes with her. You missed it. "Is that a promise?"

Gently, you brushed your fingers against her cheek, pressing delicate kisses to her soft skin. "Far more important than a promise. I'll keep it like an oath on my life."

You let your arms wrap around her, feeling her slumping against you, curling against herself between your arms like she was trying to drown all of her burdens for you. "I'm just afraid that you'll leave me. I'm sorry for blowing up on you. I'm sure Clarissa is great."

CC felt warm, comforting, a presence that made you feel like everything to her, how she always kept you grounded. "It's alright, CC. I've been there before, don't worry. And for the record, I'm kind of getting tired of showing her around. Just a slight bit. I'll try introducing her to some people."

CC smiled against your neck, "You don't have to ignore her completely, baby. It's fine. I think my insecurities just got the best of me."

She's as comforting as the day you met her. The comforting sense of love, how you'd wake yourself up everyday just to see her face. Even if your heart gives out, you'd work through turmoil for it to beat for her. Even if you're tired, you'd manage enough energy for her to enjoy life with you.

"I'll never let you doubt my love for you again. No one could ever replace what I'm feeling with you, no one could ever replace you. You're simply everything baby, everything that life never gave me and everything life never offered."

You press a tender kiss to her forehead before making your way to her lap, pulling her collar and capturing her lips in a soft yet deep kiss.

CC responded eagerly to your kiss, closing her eyes while she let her hands wrap around your waist as she parted her lips to invite yours in as her tongue slipped between them.

With a low groan of ecstasy, you welcomed her intrusion, your own tongue fighting with hers yet you surrendered almost immediately, every touch of her in on your body sent shivers down your spine, leaving you craving for more of her.

You could feel her hands sliding under your shirt, the simple warmth of her touch, how her fingers glided smoothly against your skin and trailing to your chest was like reassurance that you were wanted and loved by her, how you were only hers.

"Baby…" you managed to murmur between her assaulting kisses that only seemed to spur her on as you went limp on her body, "have I ever told you I love the way you talk..."

You couldn't help but grin at the soft chuckle that escaped her pretty lips at your words, her kisses only growing more fervent as CC pressed herself against you all while she looked up at you with those eyes, waiting for you.

"The way you smile…" you trailed off, tugging at her shirt, tracing your fingers along her jawline, "the way you get jealous, the way you get so competitive sometimes, the way you look so lovely every waking moment, it's intoxicating."

You kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as you softly bit at her bottom lip, your voice turning husky and needy with desire, "Most importantly, I love the way you fuck me into your bed every night. You know no girl could drive me insane like what you're doing to me right now."

You didn't miss how CC's breath hitched at your words, how her eyes darkened with desire almost immediately as she pulled you by the collar of your shirt and flipped the both of you around. her hands roaming all over your body as she mumbled to her breath.

"I want you," she pleaded, "I need you, y/n, please." It wasn't a question, she needed this.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the heat of her body on top of yours as you mumbled a weak 'yes.'

CC took her time in showering you with the amount of kisses she wanted to give you, offering everything you needed with tenderness you never thought existed, the special attention that she always showed to you, worshipping every inch of your body.

She looked up at you, noticing the way your eyes closed, uncertain of whether it was out of pure bliss or discomfort. "Y/n, is this okay?", she asked softly, squeezing your hand that laid off to the side.

That was the thing about CC that you always adored, how she took the time to make sure you were comfortable in whatever she was doing. Whether she was rough or not, she was still so gentle with you, treating you as if you were porcelain about to break.

In the span of three years, her sweet and caring nature never faded no matter how much time you'll be spending time with her. She was the sweetest girl that only you knew.

You smiled at her, "Yes, CC, everything is okay. Just remind me of how much I'm yours to handle."

She nodded before returning to her usual, pulling up your shirt until it was completely off your body, "You're always so gorgeous…" She whispered against your skin, pressing her lips on your body, trailing down your chest. Each touch was gentle and tender, all just for you to feel cherished.

"I'm gonna take it off, okay, sweetheart?" CC murmured before she was lifting up your hips herself, her fingers sliding into your waistband and discarding your shorts and undergarments off to the side.

You gasped at the sudden cold air hitting your warmth as CC knelt below you to get the perfect view of your pretty pussy she so adored.

You suck a moan under her hot breath against your clit, her arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you in, "Baby, please…"

"I'll get there, pretty girl." CC whispered, taking soft licks of your juices, lapping them as she inched a little further into your warmth, groaning against you.

She looked up, watching how your body reacts with her each touch she had on you, whether she should follow your wants or what she needs to be satisfied.

She could see the flicker of pleasure in your eyes, the way your breath hitched, how you sound with every whine that elicited from your glossy lips, the way you try to cover your moans with your palm.

CC moved away, your needy whine didn't go unnoticed, her lips brushing against your wet clit before wrapping around the needy warmth and sucking gently, your body instinctively creating the perfect arch, your hips rolling into your face as you chased to get the most friction out of her mouth as she held you down by her arms.

But just as you felt nearing an orgasm, CC pulled away, only leaving you panting and wanting more.

She towered over you, spreading your legs as she leaned in closer, the sight of your juices on your lips turned you on even more.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me," she whispered, leaning in closer and planting soft kisses along your face as she waited for your answer.

"You… want you.. inside," you whispered, "want all of you, right now, please…" you moaned as the words spilled out of you in a desperate plea, discreetly rolling your hips against her thigh.

CC smiled down at you, her touch gentle and loving as her hands trailed down below to caress your soft skin before giving you what you wanted, while the other hand held up your head, showering you with praises after praises.

You kissed her back, feeling her fingers slowly inching towards your entrance that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to kiss her once again, trying to drown out your rather loud moans yet your efforts failed.

"Such a good girl, you're taking me so well..." CC praised you, smiling against your lips, "You're so pretty like this, baby. All just for me." She inserted all three fingers inside of you, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible.

"F-fuck! CC, please," you moaned, looking up at her as she looked right at you back, covering your mouth with only your palm. Getting caught having sex with your girlfriend at night in a literal college dorm wasn't in your applications at all.

CC, however, seemed unfazed as she panted, rolling and curling her fingers inside of your warm heat, always finding that one spot that had you seeing stars. "Are you close?" she asked, speeding up her pace.

You could only nod frantically in response, feeling a knot tightening in your stomach, "Yes, yeah, I'm close," you gasped, your body almost trembling in pleasure.

"You know, Clarissa is only a dorm away from us." She took hold of your wrists and held them high above your head, her grip still soft to touch, like she was still trying to take care of you. "You're going to scream my name. Not 'baby', not 'love', not Clarissa or whatever her name is. Not anyone."

Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth opening to protest, but you were cut off before you could speak.

"I want everybody to hear that you're mine, especially her." She continued, her fingers pushing deep into you as you arched your back, "I want her to know how good I'm fucking you, how well you're taking every inch of me. Tell them what a good girl you are for me."

In your clouded haze, you desperately nodded with half-lidded eyes that stared back at her, your mouth half opened as she kept eliciting pathetic moans and whines from your lips.

"M' gonna cum, baby… CC, please," you whimpered, your voice strained and coming out in choked sobs, feeling the knot tightening deep inside of you. CC relentlessly pushed you closer to the edge, your back arching as she whispered praises after praises.

She released your arms from her grasp and you immediately wrap them around her neck, pulling her impossibly close to your body, her fingers thrusting deeper inside of your pussy while her thumb traced your clit in circles.

"Don't hold it, y/n. Cum for me, pretty girl, it's alright," she whispered as you brought her close to your neck, pressing one last kiss to your skin, satisfying everything inside of you with one last thrust.

You cum almost immediately after, "CC! F-fuck!" you moaned, making sure everyone can hear you. Your walls clenched around her fingers all while she still tried to pump them in and out of you, her hand slick with your cum that went nowhere but down her palm.

You wrap your legs around her waist, seeking support in her body as your own trembled in pleasure, your back arching as you gradually went down from your high, "M' all yours, CC! S-shit, you're fucking me so well!" you gasped, your words coming out in ragged breaths as you were brought to a back to back orgasm.

While you were coming down from your high, CC was already showering you with kisses all over your body, whispering sweet nothings, words of praises and adoration that automatically flowed on instinct from her lips, "I'm right here, y/n. God, you're so so so perfect."

When she felt your body begin to relax, going limp on CC, she gently withdrew from you, reaching out for a nearby stand to grab a pair of tissues. She wiped her fingers clean and gently cleaned the beads of sweat that formed on your forehead.

"You did so well, baby," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you, pretty girl. I love you so much."

CC slid her arms under your body, lifting you up and placing you against the headboard, taking note of how your eyes were shut close and your breaths were slightly labored. "Y/n? Y/n, are you alright? Was I too much?"

You chuckled softly, opening your eyes to meet her gaze as she settled into your lap, her arms wrapping around you protectively. Like you'd run away and never return into her hold. Her eyes were too pretty, too full with love and care for you, almost as if you already died and went to heaven.

"You were too soft, actually." you laughed, leaning in to kiss her, tasting her natural lipgloss with the mix of your juices; an odd taste you'd say. "Is that what jealousy gets to CC Walker?"

"Definitely not," she replied almost immediately. "But seeing you with her makes me feel like I am. I needed to feel close to you, for you to feel close to me…" Her voice trailed off, her words faltering. She was always the one who talked alot about her feelings, yet it always seemed so distant and struggled.

"Well, you're not really mine mine since, of course, you don't really belong to anybody. Hell, even I don't own you and no one should think that! But you know I just—"

You reached up to cup her cheek as you cut her off, your thumb brushing lightly against her skin, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

"Oh, you know a girl batting her eyes at me won't change the way I feel about you. That's completely ridiculous," you reassured her. "You're always going to be my top 1. You have my birthday on your jersey for fuck sakes, who couldn't say no to that?"

Her lips curved into a smile, a relief expression is what you'd assume. "Guess you've brought up a solid argument," she laughed, leaning into your touch. "I'll run you a bath, okay?"

"I'll come with," you were already trying to stand up until CC pushed you back down.

"As... a trophy winner of an international soccer team, I suggest you lie back down. Maybe watch a couple of movies or two and let me do the taking care part." She leaned on your forehead and walked to the shower, already gathering your clothes and towel.

You sat up from the bed, a stupid smile across your face as you watched this girl do everything for you. Oh, the way she was so sweet for you was unbelievable. "Don't you need a degree for me to believe you?"

"Yeah!" She yelled across the room, "But I am your girlfriend and you believed me when I said I almost quit soccer because of a shoulder injury when in actuality it was my mom. So." She shrugged, already entering the shower and turning on the faucet before returning back to you.

"You're simply awful." You smiled as you watch her come back with a water and her laptop. "I love you." You say as you kiss her forehead.

"I love you too. So much." She smiled, "but one thing." She sat beside you, rising up a blanket to cover your naked body as she waited for the bathtub to fill. "You have to promise me that you'll keep your eyes on me. And me only."

"Still on Clarissa?"

"Unfortunately so."

You chuckle. "Then, I promise on my life that I'll keep my eyes only for CC Walker. And CC Walker only."

"Forever?"

"Forever and Always."

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a/n: this is longer than i anticipated it to be

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

ok, picture this: chilling with eddie at his trailer and like maybe you guys are just watching the price is right on tv and you start making jokes and eddie out of nowhere spits out “marry me”

the thought that sits rent free in my brain atm omg

STOP IT THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹

You guys will just be having another lazy sunday together

Laying out under a throw blanket on the couch, some snacks, and the GSN is on all day long

Every show that comes on, you and Eddie will play along with them, guessing the closest prices for The Price is Right or seeing who can figure out the puzzle first on Wheel of Fortune

Eddie likes to say he lets you win every time but he just doesn’t want to admit you’re better at guessing games

It’ll be a bit later in the day, the two of you decided on chinese takeout over a game of rock paper scissors and you’ll be waiting quite a while for it

You two are still playing your guessing games and of course you win again, and in response Eddie tackles you into the couch and starts bombarding you with kisses and tickles

You’re a mess of giggles beneath him, and though you try to push him off it’s just no use

The tickles stop when he makes it to your lips and he’ll kiss you deeply, giving you enough time to move your hands up and hold his cheeks

He’ll slowly pull away and smile down at you for a moment, moving his hand up to move the hair away from your face and give you one more kiss before he just blurts it out

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

And it catches you completely off guard

You’ll look at him for a moment, shock all over your face, and he seems confused at your response until it clicks for him

“FUCK I FORGOT TO ASK”

He’ll quickly get up and run into his bedroom, rummaging through a few drawers before running back out with a little black box in his hand

You’ll sit up on the couch as he runs out and he’ll get down on one knee and take one of your hands before asking you with all sincerity in his voice

“(y/n), i feel like i’m asking you this way too late, but i love you. Will you marry me?”

By this point there’s already tears in your eyes but you wipe them away and give him a simple nod before he slides the ring onto your finger and started running around and jumping like he just won the lottery

And technically he did

The ring he got you was GORGEOUS

It was small and simple, but it was so Eddie and you adored it

Just a silver band with a small black stone in the middle, but it looked so perfect on your finger you couldn’t stop looking at it

He’ll stop his cheering and come back to you, holding you close and kissing you nonstop in the thrill of his excitement and you ask him

“Did you just forget that you didn’t propose to me?”

He’ll admit how nervous he was to do it and he had a plan figured out where he was going to make it a big thing with all your friends there but that wasn’t him

He wanted it to be something small and simple, not a huge event with a million eyes on you expecting you to say yes

So he kept the ring in his bedside drawer, hidden away, waiting for the right moment and it just completely slipped his mind

And that doesn’t surprise you one bit

Your food will finally arrive and the two of you will go back to what you we’re doing before, watching your game shows and spending time with one another

He’ll kiss your forehead and tell you what an amazing girlfriend you are before you shake your head and show him the ring on your finger

“You mean fiancé?”

[maochira]

Are you crying in pain, or are you crying in joy? (big brother!Shidou & younger sibling!reader)

Synopsis: Your brother has never been great at telling what you feel and never knows when it's time to comfort you. Even when you reunite with him during his break from Blue Lock, he doesn't understand the reason for your tears.

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, reader is highly sensitive and cries very easily, big brother!Shidou

This is part of my Shidou birthday countdown event!

"I'm home!" Your brother's voice appears out of nowhere. It's so sudden, for a moment you doubt if it's real and think you might be hallucinating. But as soon as Shidou calls out again, you snap back to reality, realizing he's really returned to home.

"Where's my favourite idiot?!" Shidou opens the door to your room without knocking first and immediately jumps on you, who's sitting on the bed, and tackles you down before he starts a tickle attack on you that immediately makes you break out in laughter.

Usually, you'd be used to that. But it's been so long since you've seen your brother, it catches you off guard for a moment. And as soon as you gather yourself, you start tickling him back, turning the situation into a little tickle fight. Shidou isn't actually that ticklish, but you know the back of his neck is his weakness.

"That sure is a way to say hello." Your brother chuckles as he gets up again and looks around your room. "Hasn't changed much. Still looks as shitty as before I left."

"You say that as if your room looks any better." You stick your tongue out to him for a moment, but you're not that much in the mood for teasing right now. Emotions about seeing your brother again are starting to build up on the inside and you already know you're about to break into tears.

Shidou quickly notices your expression softening a little and sits back down on the bed. "So, what did you do while I was gone? Got into any trouble?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Do I look like that?"

"I don't know," Shidou shrugs with a grin, "Maybe you finally turned into a rebel without me around to protect you. Or are you still a sensitive little baby?"

"H-hey!" Although you're protesting against it, Shidou's teasing makes it a bit easier to hold back your crying because it makes you laugh. "I'm not a baby!"

"Of course you are!" Shidou leans a bit towards you and pinches your cheek. "You'll always be my little baby sibling. Always." Even though he's teasing you, there's a slight tone of affection and protection in your brother's voice.

"I'm not even that much younge-"

"I don't care! You're my baby sibling!" Shidou is quick to interrupt you and reaches his other hand towards your face as well, now pinching both of your cheeks. "My little baby sibling who will always need their big brother to protect them."

As the affectionate tone grows a little more prominent, the heavy emotions in you grow at the same time and you keep getting close to just bursting out in tears.

And then, before you even notice it, you're crying. Not just a little. A lot. Tears running down your cheeks uncontrollably.

And that's when Shidou is out of words. 99% of the time he can talk like a waterfall but as soon as you start crying, it's as if his brain can't form a proper sentence anymore. And actually, he can't even properly comprehend why you are crying in the first place.

"I missed you so much..." You pull your big brother into a tight hug and start sobbing onto his shoulder. "So so much..."

"I missed you as well, but uh... why are you crying?" Shidou ruffles your hair gently before wrapping both of his arms around you. "You were laughing just a few moments ago."

"I just got very emotional again..."

While Shidou may not understand why you're crying, he's still concerned about you. He's always a bit helpless when it comes to comforting you, though.

"But like... are you crying in joy, or are you crying in pain?" His embrace tightens a bit when he notices your sobbing doesn't stop yet. It's a bit of a stupid question to ask because you're obviously not crying with a smile on your face. Shidou just doesn't know what else to say.

And also, he just needs to ask to be 100% sure.

"I think... both? Maybe...?" Your answer surprises Shidou a little, but he's glad to know you're not having a breakdown right now. "I just... I missed you so much and I hated being without you..." You continue speaking between your sobbing. "But... I'm also very happy that you're back home."

"Hm..." Shidou pulls you a little closer. "Then I'll make sure you're only crying in joy, alright? We've got two weeks to spend together now! And I'll be with you the entire time, alright?" A slight teasing tone mixes into his voice again. "But right now you can cry as much as you need... Babies cry all the time anyways."

You immediately pull away from the hug. "Hey!" A few tears are still running down your cheeks, but your brother's teasing caught you a bit off guard. "I told you I'm not a baby."

Shidou chuckles and gives your cheek another pinch. "And I told you that you'll always be my little baby sibling, idiot."

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[oletusfragments]

— MY LOVE, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?; YOUR LOVE, IT DISAPPEARED.

⋄ When you die at the manor game

▭ char. x reader ▫ gender neutral ▫ angst ▫ not proofread ▭

Characters: Emily Dyer, Naib Subedar, Orpheus

[ Warning: Violent content, mentions of death ]

— EMILY DYER

This place reeks of danger. You already sensed it the moment you saw how notorious the manor looked. But this location of the 'game' felt even worse.

The fog covers the distance around you and the doctor. Everything was filled with eerie silence. Perhaps there's nothing here other than you and the other participants. Maybe you're just overreacting it because the surroundings felt so menacing.

You and Emily are currently outside the factory walking to the spot where the lawyer claimed that he heard something.

That guy can't be trusted. No one here is. Well, except your lover of course. Emily still has secrets kept from you. But you dismiss it and hoped that one day, she'll tell you.

Freddy Riley and Emily was supposed to have a private conversation. The lawyer had shoo'd you away like you're some fly. But you didn't want to leave the doctor's side and she didn't want you either. She was especially irritated by how Freddy treated you and demanded to let you join in their meeting.

He was visibly annoyed with it but agreed anyway. Apparently, he wanted to be allies. Although after the display of attitude he gave earlier, both of you were quite skeptical about the offer. Nonetheless, your lover thought it would be beneficial and the lawyer offered reasonable excuse to do so and even apologized. You do ponder if it's sincere.

"There's nothing here..." You huff. Going outside was a waste of time. There was nothing here and it was utterly quiet.

Your girlfriend sighs. Emily is very practical, you know. You also can tell that she's holding back her impatience towards the lawyer. But she knows that it would only pose even more problems and held herself back.

"...Let's just go ba—" She was cut off by her own scream. A sudden bulky figure appeared out of nowhere and you both trip to the ground to avoid getting tackled by it. Your arm was in front of Emily's figure in an instant.

You observe what had attacked the two of you and saw a corpse-like monster staring at you with anger that could match the fires of hell.

Major parts of it's blue skin were filled with burn marks. It's face is was covered in bandages with only half of his face and his other eye peeking out. It was wearing a ragged uniform of a factory worker. But the most concerning part of it's appearance was that it was carrying a sickle made out of jaw bones. A few teeth is still intact on it.

The moment you try to pick yourselves up to run—it also latches itself towards you before any of you could react quickly to dodge.

At that second, you did what you could only do.

Your agonizing screams fills Arms Factory as the pointed end of the sickle comes in contact with your back. The monster grunts and pulls you back using the weapon. Your tears were shedding from your eyes as fast as the blood that pours out from your wound.

Through the blur, you try to catch a glimpse of your lover. You had pushed back Emily to save her instead.

She was trembling on the ground. Petrified at the sight of you slowly getting killed. When you made eye contact with her, only did she regained her ability to move. She stood up frantically and reached out to you, hoping to save you too.

"No! Please, just go! Go!" You yell.

The doctor retracted her hand and only stared at you in horror. "No..no! Don't say that! I don't—I don't want to leave you!" She sobs, clutching her heart.

You can already feel yourself growing numb. And you fell to the ground. Only to be picked up again by the creature. It withdraws it's sickle to the air, planning to strike you once more.

But before that, you let out your last words to your lover—one last eye contact before you never open your eyes again.

"Emily, I love you. Please, go. For me...?" The last part of your sentence ends in a whisper as the bone weapon comes in contact with your body once more.

But Emily only fell to her knees, releasing loud cries and sobs. She desperately calls your name only to never hear your voice and she cries louder.

The figure, after making sure you were dead, moves on with the pitiful woman.

But the doctor doesn't run away. She sniffs and looks up to the monster walking towards her with a bloodied weapon.

She closes her eyes as the sickle rise above her head.

Emily doesn't care if the gates of heaven doesn't accept her after death for the selfish sins she committed. She only wants to see you again.

— NAIB SUBEDAR

The sirens could be heard across the whole forest as you and Naib rush to the gates. All ciphers that was meant to be decoded has been completed and the exit gates are finally unlocked. You could feel hope growing in your whole body as it motivates you to run faster.

You and Naib were running hand in hand. Despite fatigue taking over your aching bodies, your desire for survival fuels the both of you to keep running.

When all of you were first introduced to the game, you thought it would be easy enough with only the environment posing as the only problem. That was until a hook missed you by an inch and destroyed the tree beside you instead. Thanks to Naib's fast reflexes, he managed to drag you away before you could get grabbed.

The two of you focused your eyes on the source and saw a pair of big glowing eyes staring back at the two of you. The faint glow of the moonlight that passed by the gaps of the tree leaves illuminate it's silhouette and you can make up the huge antlers and the shape of a deer head.

Your optimism made you want to think that it's only a regular deer. But it pulled back it's hook and charged towards you.

That is why you and the mercenary are running this fast across the forest. Bear traps are everywhere and you can't count how many times you were almost caught in one.

Finally reaching one of the gates. You noticed that it's already open. William is waving excitedly at the sight of the both of you safe. He waited for you guys, how nice. Perhaps it's no surprise that Naib spared him.

You guys could finally get out of this terror.

Apparently you were a few steps away from escape to say that.

When you crossed the gate doors, you were suddenly pulled back. The hook clamps around your waist tightly that it feels like it's crushing your organs, resulted to you crying from pain—and fear.

Your lover couldn't grab you in time and the last words you heard were the frantic shouting of your name, the last sight you see is Naib chasing after you and the deer beast's weapon crashing down on your head.

It all happened too fast. Before Naib could even go back to save you, the exit gates has unexpectedly closed.

He bangs on the metal doors alone. He hits it numerous times and attempts to pry the door open from it's narrow gap. He tries even if his fist and fingers were bleeding. William has already ran away from fear. The mercenary is left alone with no one to ask for help.

He yells your name, asks if you're okay and panics harder when there's no response.

Naib kicks the doors, punches it, use any object around him for it to open. He could do all that but he couldn't save you. And that is something he still refuses to accept.

— ORPHEUS

It was only a moment before those beings catch up with all of you.

Previously, you, Orpheus, and a little girl were running and avoiding the creatures who chased you guys relentlessly on sight. They attempt to grab you like they are demons wanting to drag you down to hell with them.

The three of you run and run with no precise destination. Only with the plan to stay safe and be away from those creatures.

You glance back to see if they are still chasing you and see that they are no more.

"Orpheus, they're gone!" You exclaim.

Although this is probably a momentarily relief, you are still grateful that you managed to escape from them.

But you became confused when Orpheus halted running and hectically gets away from you, taking the little girl with him.

You halt running as you stare at them in perplexity.

Orpheus looks around the area, panicked. Once you take a step towards them, they look at you with terror in their eyes.

"Guys, what's wrong?" You ask them.

But instead of answering your question, they took off running—leaving you behind.

You hurriedly catched up to them, even more confused than before. You looked around once more to see if those creatures were following you again but none of them is spotted. So what made them run away?

You admit, you were hurt that Orpheus would just leave you behind like that. He's your lover after all. Who wouldn't be hurt if their beloved would just leave them like that?

You call out to Orpheus while trying to catch up with them. But they ignore you and kept running.

Eventually, you managed to corner them. Finally, you can ask them what's wrong.

"Honey, Orpheus. What's wrong? Is there something out there that I'm not seeing? And why did you leave me?"

He only backs up closer to the wall of the small building you cornered them to. His arms wrapped around the little girl to shield her—from you.

Your confusion becomes concern. Why are they acting like this. As if you're the danger?

You could notice how tense your lover looked. His jaws are clenched and so is his fists. His eyes were mad. But the novelist was glaring at no one but you. Yet you can't think of anything that he could be mad about.

Before you can ask again, a force hits you and knocks you to the ground.

You cup your now bruised left cheek and blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Looking up, you find that it was none other than Orpheus that hit you.

He cuts off your question once more with another punch. He straddles you and punches you repeatedly. It feels like he was using a rock to split your skull open.

You call out to him but he is too deep into the adrenaline to hear you. The cries of his name fall to deaf ears. Your face and body becomes littered with bruises and black eyes. You attempt to grab or block Orpheus' arms to stop him instead but he was too strong—too determined to kill you. And that terrified you. You would have never thought that it'd be your lover that would kill you.

That's not what you want. So, you kept trying. Even though your body can't handle moving anymore, even if your throat can't yell anymore, you try because you don't want to die like this.

But it doesn't matter how much effort you put. Death will always be the one to decide in the end.

You call the novelist's name one last time—barely above a whisper by how weak you are already. And then, with the face of your lover full of hatred staring back at you being the last sight you see, your body goes completely limp and your eyes close for eternity.

When Orpheus noticed the lack of movement, he stopped. Panting and reliving his victory against a monster. But when he blinked, he was horrified to see that it was your bloody and beat-up image that came to view.

He swore it was a beast! It was what he saw—what he killed, not you!

Orpheus stares at your corpse petrified from shock. And soon after, he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

He sobs and heaves at the realization that the blood on his hands was not the blood of a monster, but the blood of his lover.

The novelist's worse nightmare came true by the hands of none other than himself.

[ This is my first time writing something like this so it might not be that good. I felt like writing angst, so I did. Idk if I did a great job though. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading it! ]

[starry-blue-echoes]

Legally Stars: I just. Had. The craziest idea. Based on the release date of a certain game.

So it's 2002, a good amount of time after the mess in Italy. Jotaro wants to help the kids take a breather, but he isn't sure how. Then he sees an ad for a video game and he pauses.

Right there near the bottom of the poster is, of all characters, Donald Duck. He looks at it more closely and... yep, that's the Disney logo, along with some company called Squaresoft.

He isn't the biggest fan of video games, but Joseph did get the kids a PS2 last Christmas, and Ungalo is a huge fan of Disney. Jolyne less so, but she still likes the company and their movies.

He buys the game, but he's still doubtful. How good can this 'Kingdom Hearts' be?

(9 years later, Pucci is beaten into unconsciousness by a Bohemian Rhapsody-summoned, spiky-haired kid wielding a giant key.)

I'll admit I don't know a whole lot about Kingdom Hearts but the fucking snort I let out reading this holy shit-

I regret nothing about making Ungalo a Disney fan because it opens up avenues of sheer insane bullshit like this and makes everything extrodinarily funnier, and it also just hit me that growing up........ Ungalo and the other kids are probably going to use their Stands a TON, especially given the fact they're in an environment where they can freely do so and explore things, and now I rotating ideas of how that would affect them

Ungalo would of course occasionally use Bohemian Rahpsody on his favorites, but after that gets a TON of attention, he also probably begins to get an appreciation for more niche, unknown media. He learns to control his Stand on a much smaller scale but spends time wondering what would happen if he fully cut loose

Rikiel likes to practice with finer controls and while his Stand can't be played with as safely as his siblings, that doesn't stop them from trying to come up with games so he won't feel left out. One of their favorites is a sort of sight based hide and seek where Rikiel Stands in a single spot and has to try and spot their hiding places and direct the rods to them

and Donatello LOVES walking around places and seeing what the ground can tell him. He knows a ridiculous amount of random, untimately meaningless gossip and loves to regale his siblings with stories of what he's heard. He usually doesn't do anything more recent than the last few years to save himself the awkwardness of knowing the people Under World shows him, but it's still very entertaining nontheless

Naturally when Jolyne obtains her Stand, they IMMEDIATELY jump as the oppurtinity. They'd of course always done their best to include her before, but now that she can actually see their Stands and has one of her own the possibilities are endless

I like to imagine the brothers all make sure to be very calm and un-serious about Stone Free. They little sister had to go through enough stress and fear getting her Stand in the first place, she doesn't need to be treated like she was something dangerous just because she had a powerful Stand. In there eyes, she's still their Jolyne, only now she can turn into string

Jolyne takes a shine to cats cradles and embroidery, but she is also unfairley hard to catch in her brother's opinion. She becomes crazily flexible and anytime when they wrestle or play tag, she'll simply slip out of any holds she's put in and wrap around her opponent so they're the one caught instead

but shifting gears a bit, this ALSO got me thinking of everything Post-Golden Wind and also just Jotaro being a Cool Dad/Uncle. After Jotaro very violently curbstomps Diavolo, I'd imagine there's a moment of hesitancy from the Bucci Gang because yeah this man came out of nowhere and just beat the shit out of the BOSS who's been giving us a lot of trouble like it was nothing, but all their worries abate when all four of the kids tackle him with a hug

it's only later they realize No, Mr.Jotaro Is That Scary, He's Just Got A Soft Spot For The Kids And Maybe Giorno

[wren-kitchens]

I have no idea if i’ll end up finishing this but I am quite proud of it so here’s a little scarian hurt/comfort

it basically takes place directly after they die in double life, let’s pretend there’s a temporary afterlife just for the sake of it

cw: mentions of death, self-loathing

grian jerks upright, breath ragged and hoarse, clawing at the front of his jumper. the air is still, everything is silent, he’s surrounded by darkness.

he’s dead- scar is dead, because of grian’s own stupidity. because of his own hubris, because of his own pride, because of his determination to prove himself. 

well, grian has proven himself, alright. proven to be a selfish monster, who couldn’t give a shit about the people around him until it’s too late.

his breath isn’t coming any easier, maybe worse now, tearing into his throat with every gasp. grian wonders if it’s possible to die in the afterlife. grian wonders if maybe he deserves it.

scar- god, scar. he deserved none of it—deserves nothing to do with grian, or these disgusting games, or anything like this again.

grian said he cared about scar. but what has he done but hurt scar? hiding their soulbound, talking down the jellies, ignoring him, cheating with bigb, killing him.

it’s no wonder scar is nowhere to be seen. he’s no idiot, despite what grian insisted to himself. scar knows he doesn’t deserve what grian puts him through, he’s gone back to hermitcraft. with any luck, he’ll be avoiding grian until one of them leave.

hot tears have begun to pour down grian’s face, and he coughs out a breath. scar shouldn’t have to hide away, because of grian’s actions. no, that shouldn’t be his burden. when grian gets back, he’ll talk to xisuma. he’ll say he- he has too many projects elsewhere, x will understand.

his chest hurts, a hollow aching for something shouldn’t be allowed to have. but it’s what has to be done, there’s nothing else for it. scar, mumbo, everyone. they don’t deserve to deal with him. he won’t make them a moment longer.

grian struggles to his feet. no time like the present, huh?

he’s only just set off, when he hears a shout from behind him that makes him freeze.

“grian! grian, oh goodness, there you are!”

he doesn’t have time to react before he’s tackled from behind in a hug from scar. maybe he gave scar too much credit for knowing what he deserves.

grian’s body is tense, and scar pulls back after a moment. “g?”

“scar,” grian’s voice is scratchy. he doesn’t turn to look at scar’s face. “you have to go.”

“what?” scar gives a nervous little chuckle.

“you can’t- you can’t stay around me anymore.” grian tells him.

“g, I don’t understand.”

“you have to leave me, scar.” grian’s voice breaks around his name. “you don’t- I can’t hurt you anymore.”

“hurt me?” scar’s hand is on his shoulder, warm and sturdy and comforting, and everything grian shouldn’t be allowed to feel. “what do you mean?”

tears are spilling down his face again. “scar, please.”

“i’m- g, i’m not leaving you.” scar says. 

grian takes a step forward, and scar’s hand falls off his shoulder. “then i’ll go.”

“no, grian-“ scar catches his wrist before he leaves, and pulls him closer. he turns grian to face him, and grian can hear the breath catch in scar’s throat. “what- what’s happened?”

“I have to go.” grian says, barely a whisper.

“where are you going?” scar says, a kind of hurt in his eyes. 

“away.” grian says. “I can’t keep- keep doing this to you, scar.”

“you’ve done nothi-“

“i’ve done everything!” grian sobs. “I pretended we weren’t soulbound, I shut you down at every point you tried to talk to me, I betrayed you, i killed you.”

“what makes you think i’m any better?” scar asks. “or the rest of us, for that matter? that’s the whole point of these games-“

“who made them, scar?” grian demands.

“grian, you can’t believe-“

“you- you don’t understand.” grian shakes his head, hugging himself, stepping backwards. “if I get- if I get too close, i-“ he chokes up. 

“‘too close’? grian what’s-“

“I hurt you, scar.” grian says. “every time you get near, I hurt you again and again and again.”

there’s tears glistening in scar’s eyes as he shakes his head.

“I can’t keep doing that to you.” grian says. “I can’t, I- I can’t.”

“what are you going to do, grian?” scar says, softly.

“i’m- when we get back,” grian’s whole body aches, hurting like a heartbreak. “i’m leaving. for- for good.”

scar makes a noise stuck between a cry and a gasp. “you- no, grian.”

“scar-“

“no.” scar takes grian’s hands. “you- not- you’re not leaving me, grian. I won’t let you.”

“I need to.” grian whispers. his voice won’t go any louder.

“I won’t let you.” scar repeats. “you said you didn’t want to hurt me?”

grian nods, voice caught in his throat.

“then stay with me.” scar begs.

“you- you don’t understand what you’re doing.” grian says.

“I understand perfectly.” scar says, crying now. “I love you, grian.”

grian bites back a sob. he can’t, he doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know who grian is, he can’t.

“scar, you can’t.” grian says. “I have to go, you can’t- you can’t-“

“why can’t I?” scar says. “I know exactly who you are, grian, don’t you forget that.”

“and you love me anyway?” grian asks, because how, how can scar know so much about him, know everything, and not be repulsed?

“I love you, because of you, g.” scar is smiling. 

it’s not bright, or full of laughter and warmth, like it usually is. no, it’s a small, sad, defeated little thing. scar smiles with tears in his eyes, and an air of desperation and despair, and they’ve just died and it was all grian’sfault, and scar chooses to forgive him despite it all.

and grian sobs as scar pulls him into a hug, because he’s unforgivable, and grian has done so many awful things, and scar should loathe him with every fibre of his being, but he doesn’t, despite it all.

because scar is ridiculous and naïve, sweet, and kindhearted, and believes in happy endings and second chances, and thinks grian deserves both despite it all.

grian is cold, and bitter, and jealous, and cutthroat, and traitorous, and everything scar isn’t.

but scar is sly, and cheating, and tricksy, and lying. and grian is bright, and cheeky, and happy, and sunlight.

and maybe, just maybe, there’s room for change in those boxes.

“please stay with me.” scar whispers. “I need you with me.” 

“i’ll hurt you.” grian says. “I can’t hurt you again.”

“you can’t hurt me. not in any way that matters. not if you stay.” scar tells him. “I can’t-“ his voice breaks. “I can’t lose you, g.”

scar’s voice is pained, and desperate. grian never wants to hear it sound like that again.

“okay.” grian says softly.

“‘okay’?” scar pulls away slightly, so he can see grian’s face. “okay what?” there’s so much hope in his expression, it almost hurts.

“i’ll stay.” grian says.

“you- you will?” scar says. “you’ll stay?”

grian nods, and underneath all the fear and dread and hate, something inside him glows. faintly, gently, barely a flicker. but it glows.

“thank god.” scar mumbles, and pulls grian into another hug, stroking his hair.

this time, grian hugs back. “i’m so sorry.” he’s crying again. 

“i’m sorry.” scar says. “I shouldn’t have just ignored you—I was just running off as you were trying to tell me I was your soulmate.”

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Aiden’s Worst Day

They do not speak of it.

Lambert thought for sure he’d seen Aiden in every state of panic there was. After all, they’re witchers. They go through hell on a daily basis and get a kick in the ass as thanks.

But this had been different.

“Where is it?!”

They’d been traveling all day. The last town hadn’t been friendly, but they’d at least let them stay the night at the inn for only slightly too much coin. Even so, Lambert had been happy to pack early and get the fuck out of dodge before most of the towns people woke up.

Now, they were in the middle of the woods somewhere. Their horses were tied to a tree at the edge of the clearing, munching on some grass. Lambert was busy cooking the rabbits he and Aiden had been able to catch for dinner. Aiden was setting up their bed rolls.

Or, at least, he was supposed to be.

Currently he was shaking all the bedding apart and onto the ground.

“Where’s what?”

“Aife!”

Lambert went still.

“She’s not in the bedding bag?”

Aiden had started to dig through their other bags. Lambert had never quite seen him like this. So frantic.

Well… maybe that time they’d been fucking around and Aiden had stabbed him a bit too well…

“No! I double checked! You said you packed her!”

“I could have sworn I did.” Lambert abandoned the fire and their dinner to start looking through more bags. “She’s gotta be here somewhere, damn it.”

After several minutes of looking through their clothes, their rations, and triple checking their bedding, it became clear that Miss Aife was nowhere to be found.

Aiden plopped down on the ground and began to cry. Lambert had never been good at this sort of thing, comforting. But he put an arm around Aiden and did his best.

“I haven’t gone a night without her since the trials.”

“I must have forgotten her back at that inn. We’ll go back and get her. I promise.”

“We’ll have to wait till morning to travel… the sun is already down.”

“Fuck, I know. I’m sorry.”

Lambert went back to the rabbits after a few minutes. He was able to coax Aiden into eating a bit before putting them both to bed.

He held Aiden all night. Neither of them slept much.

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The next morning, they were up and on the path before the sun had truly risen. They barely stopped to relieve themselves all the way back to that fucking town.

When they arrived at the inn, the few people there all stopped to glare at them. Aiden stayed by the door as Lambert approached the counter.

“What d’you two want? ‘Nother room?” The innkeeper’s tone and expression made it very clear they weren’t welcome.

“No. We left something here the other night. We’ve just come to get it back.”

“Wasn’t nothin’ there but the beddin’ when I cleaned it.” The grimace on his face made it clear he disapproved of the evidence of his and Aiden’s evening activities that were surely still on the sheets the next day. “So you’s can leave now.”

“No! It has to be here!” Aiden had clearly lost his temper and was stomping to the counter. “We’ve checked all our things and we didn’t go anywhere else. Now give it back!”

“I said there ain’t nothin’ of yours here! Now get out!”

Aiden looked ready to launch himself over the counter and tackle the innkeeper. Normally, Lambart wouldn’t have stopped him, watching Aiden kick ass was one of the best sights on the continent, but they were on a mission. They wouldn’t get Miss Aife back if they were run out of town.

Fuck, he hates having to be the rational one.

So he grabs Aiden and hauls him out of the inn. Aiden is fighting so hard to get at the innkeeper that by the time Lambart has dragged him to the alley his arm is bleeding.

“Calm down, cat, we aren’t done here, but you need to calm down. We can’t save Aife if the whole town wants us dead.”

That seems to do it. Aiden deflates and chokes on a sob. “He must have taken her. Given her to some snot nosed kid…”

“Yeah, probably.” Lambert doesn’t have the heart to tell Aiden the innkeeper might have thrown her away, or worse. “So we’re just going to have to think of another way to get her, ok?”

“Ok.”

They leave.

They make camp in the woods just outside of the town. There’s not much daylight left, but enough to eat and make a plan.

They decide that they can’t directly confront the innkeeper again, and they can’t directly harm someone. But they can threaten.

“Maybe if we make enough bombs and demand Aife back ‘or we’ll blow the whole town up, us with it,’ we’ll get her back.”

“Create a hostage situation?”

“Pretty much.”

“And then never come back to this shithole again. Let’s do it.”

Lambert has always believed that any problem can be solved with the proper application of explosives, as long as you aren’t around when they go off. Having Aiden on board, he grabbed his bomb making kit.

Lambert opened the bag and there, right on top of all the explosives ingredient bottles, was a pink unicorn stuffy. The fabric of her fur so old that it wasn’t really pink anymore. The yarn main and tail coming apart would look more like hair if it weren’t a tangled mess. The horn had a blue patch sewn onto it where it had been ripped open once. One button eye mismatched from the other, clearly a replacement, but sewn on with care one can only give to a beloved childhood toy.

Lambert stood staring down at his bag a bit too long because Aiden got up and started to walk over. “What’s the matter? Did they steal your explosives too?!”

“No,” Lambart swallowed and gently picked the stuffed unicorn up and held it out to Aiden. “But we don’t need to blow anything up today.” Usually, Lambert would be upset by that, but right now he’s just relieved.

Aiden let out a sound that Lambert would never have guessed he was capable of. He ran the last few steps and snatched the unicorn out of Lambart’s hand, crushing it to his body in a hug.

“Miss Aife! Oh, thank the god you’re ok! I was so worried.”

“I must have accidentally put her in this bag. I’m sorry, Aiden.”

Aiden wasn’t listening. He had sat down and started to cry while holding his unicorn like a life line.

Lambert got out the bedrolls and somehow managed to get Aiden onto one. He was asleep within a few minutes. Worn out from all the worry, stress, and lack of sleep from the night before.

Lambert sighed as he watched his lover sleep, stuffy still clutched tightly in his arms. He knew that Aiden would be mad about it tomorrow, but for now, Lambert was just happy he was content and sleeping.

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He was wrong. Aiden didn’t act mad the next day. (At least, not mad at Lambert.) He didn’t talk about it at all.

“Let’s get going. I’m sick of this fucking town and I never want to come back here.”

“Ok, cat. Let’s go.”

He watched as Aiden carefully made sure Miss Aife was put into the bedding bag, where she belongs during the day. Double and triple checking before he finally mounts his own horse. They set out back the way they had come the day before.

They never speak of it again.

(This is a follow up to a post I made a little bit ago detailing the Kaer Moron’s different best and worst days. I didn’t know how to summarize this one for Aiden’s worst day. I hope you enjoyed it.)

@toi-monogatari @0dde11eth

[fleshhhteeth]

At first I was just gonna say the first stupid thing that came to my mind, like How would Habit react to being stuck in a box, but no, I’ll actually ask for some real headcanons szxghg- How do you think each of the emh guys hug/cuddle? Ranging from full on nearly knock you over, to awkward side hug/not huge on touch

YESSS my emh boys (and Mh since u mentioned that as well in ur other ask, thanks for asking btw! :) )

Evan: Hugs, cuddles, general closeness, this man is on the physical touch GRIND bro. With hugging, unless its some playful 'run up behind you and tackle your ass to the ground' hugs, he's probably more of the type to make it short and sweet, with one of those hefty pats on the back and whatnot. But cuddling? He's like a human magnet. Once he's on you that man is not coming off. He's more of a 'find a comfy position to get trapped in and stay there' kind of guy, doesn't fiddle around or shift all that much. Movie nights are essentially just an excuse to get you in his lap for the next hour or so, with his arms clinging around your waist the whole time. Hope you peed beforehand!

Habit: Similar to Evan in the sense that once he's got you, you're not going ANYWHERE for the foreseeable future. Plans? Places to be? Sleep to catch up on? He's never heard of it. He's not really one to INITIATE any touching, though. Hugs? Not happening. Like, ever. He doesn't really feel the need for any physical contact, and he certainly doesn't recognize that need in other people. It's just another weird little human quirk to him, something that isn't his problem. But if you get a little ballsy and crawl into his lap or something (and somehow find him in a good mood) prepare to be stuck in that position until he feels like getting up. He'll probably tease you for having the audacity in the first place. (tbh, you're probably coming out of it with some nasty ass bite marks too) ((Also he purrs. felt like I should add that. Probably growls a bit if you try to get up too.))

Vinny: Someone hug this man. Asdgfdjkgh no but seriously, he's never been all that big on cuddling and being close or whatever, but something about a good, solid hug is just so cathartic to him. Maybe its the pressure, the closeness, or the human contact alone, but its something he finds himself wanting pretty often. He'd probably be a bit too fidgety for any real cuddling, but come up behind him out of nowhere for a hug? All that pesky breath in your lungs is imminently going to be squeezed out, sorry.

Jeff: Probably not all that big on hugging, but definitely a casual cuddler. His idea of a perfect afternoon is being sprawled out across the bed, legs tangled up with someone he cares about as the two of mess around on your phones or something. He likes to move around a lot (because if he stays still, he'll just fall asleep lol), expect a good amount of face nuzzling and wandering hands. More often than not its gonna end up with either the two of you falling asleep together, or a nice lil makeout sesh ;)

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Jay: Awkward hugger. He's not good at it, never has been. He's all gangly limbs and fidgety hands, not exactly great hugging material in the first place. Cuddling is a different thing entirely with him, though. He'll never be the one to initiate cuddling for the sake of cuddling or anything, but he has literally zero spatial awareness. There could be a million empty seats in a movie theater and he'd still end up sitting right next to you, leaning absentmindedly on your shoulder the whole time. Stuck sitting next to each other? Personal space doesn't exist when it comes to legs- not to him, at least. Touching knees and bumping shoulders is a common occurrence with him, and he never even notices.

Tim: Lets be so real, this guy grew up isolated as FUCK. Textbook case of touch starvation (and a whole lot of other shit, but I digress.) He knows *how* to hug, and can cuddle someone if they're really pushing about it, but you can guarantee he's going to be stuck in his head the entire time. He's not even bad at it or anything-he'd be pretty good at it tbh- but he just overthinks it all and doesn't end up enjoying it in the end. Unless you're really upset, or he's gotten VERY comfortable around you, don't expect him to get anywhere near your personal space. I think secretly he'd really want to do those things, but he'll never do it on his own- too afraid of making things weird.

Alex: Assuming this is *pre* operator induced madness, he's surprisingly more cuddly than he comes off as. He won't exactly go seeking it out, but he's more than happy to continue chilling on the couch if you decide to come and cuddle up with him, he sees nothing weird about it. He may find it annoying if he's in the middle of something, but he's easy to pry when it comes to some good old fashioned quality time. A little stiff when it comes to hugging- he'd honestly be more surprised than anything else that you chose *him* to go to for comfort or something- but he gets the job done well enough.

Brian: Step aside, peasants, the professional has entered the scene. Nah but really, if he's chill with you? You can get away with just about anything. Latch onto him in the middle of the night, hug him out of nowhere from behind, crawl on top of him on the couch, he couldn't care less- just continues going on about his business, with no issue making space to accommodate you're presence. Maybe a kiss on the forehead or something if that's the kind of thing you seem to be after, but that's about as affectionate as it gets unless you really start pushing it. He's happy to simply exist in the same space, the added warmth and comfort is just a nice bonus.

[lostfracturess]

okay i’ve loved s&c since i started reading it but my god…chapter 8 was seriously one of the best things i’ve read and has made me just insanely connected to this story. so pls excuse me if this ask is obnoxiously long i’ve got a lot to say 😭🤚🏼

first off lol i just need to get this off my chest but the SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER…IMMACULATE. I GOT TINGLES im so immune to smut since i’ve read sm of it but oh my godd when he said “fuck i cant hold back any longer. let me fuck you already or i’ll cum in my pants” I HAD BUTTERFLIES IN TWO DIFF PLACES FROM THAT🧍🏻‍♀️…also i like how realistic the sex feels,, like it genuinely reads like two adults in this sort of complicated relationship still desiring one another, mature & sexy yet classy at the same time? bravo seriously (also reader getting the lingerie hehehehrhrh)

the way you built the tension throughout the entire chapter regarding satoru’s super mysterious phone calls and his reluctance to share anything w reader. so wonderfully laced into all of the scenes, there was this sense of dread throughout that simmered even during the fluffy scenes and oof it was a wonderful but torturous feeling haha

speaking of fluff- when he keeps mentioning “love” and now marriage!! pls 😭 it came out of nowhere but i feel like his brazenness to say it so soon makes me believe that he really means it if that makes sense?? :”) one of my fave lines from the chapter was

“he was stating it as a fact, something that was a done deal…he’s simply been waiting for you to catch up.”

that has to be one of the most romantic things i’ve EVER read in my life. a chill legit ran through me haha like if that isn’t love!! 🥲 he knew since the beginning </3

thank you for clarifying the thought process behind reader’s doubts in herself. when she said something about how she wonders if she’s cut out for it…oof i felt that. imposter syndrome is SO damn real, especially in medicine, and my fave moment in the whole chapter is when satoru really steps up in that moment as a mentor and says “taking a break isn’t giving up” <3 i totally understand her push back though, it’s hard to shake insecurities built over years

and my god. satoru’s character. i know that he is so troubled and has made mistakes but my heart legitimately ached for him during that conversation with geto. this was the moment where i was like omg this story is something so special bc you tackle the sensitivity of topics such as drug abuse so fucking well.

i used to work at an emergency department and so often we would get patients rolling in w chief complaints of withdrawal, a LOT of the time young patients in their twenties, and it’s really heartbreaking to see because you can never ever fully understand the pain behind someone’s story or change the past, all you can do is try to help them and make them feel better in the present.

i feel so bad for satoru, seriously fuck sukuna for taking advantage of him like that omg give me two mins in a room w that mf and your story is gonna be missing one of its characters 😅

“walls up before anyone gets close, pushing people away because he’s convinced that deep down, he’s broken.”

siggghhh as someone with an avoidant attachment style i so relate to him. i really hope reader can show him the brighter things in life (i mean she’s definitely someone that makes him want to be a better man which is lovely), i look forward to seeing how he opens up more emotionally in the chapters to come.

im so sorry this is getting so fkn long but i simply cannot pass speaking up ab geto?? what an insanely emotionally intelligent character. the way he acts is so consistent, i looove how he’s recognized that maybe satoru’s relationship w reader, despite the forbidden aspects, is something more than just lust and is something deeper than that :”)

“there is no point, neither in life nor death. but you can either cry about the whole meaningless of the world or try to find meaning to it. to do something that gives meaning to life.”

talk about words that no longer feel like part of a story, but literally jump out of the page (err my phone screen? lol) and have you feel them in the reality of your own life. stunning, your writing is just amazing miss lostfractures

also curious if he got sued cuz he punched that student lol 🤔 or maybe it’s related to malpractice

ugh i’m so sorry this was so fucking long but it’s midnight for me rn and i just had so many thoughts while reading the chap i had to share 😭🤞🏼 thank you sm for this story, it goes without saying that i’m SO excited for more 💕💕💕

okay i have no idea where to start but first THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! i feel insanely grateful for you to take the time to write this message, really!!

i'm smiling and giggling like an idiot rn at work omg.

so so glad you like the SMUT, this is always the worst part to write, so i'm relieved it didn't read cringey and made you feel something (i laughed at your comment about the butterflies in TWO SPOTS omg).

can relate. ngl.

and yes the whole marriage part did came out of nowhere but i guess that's just so him, like he's so clumsy with feelings and don't know what to do with them so he's just really messy but also so adorable with it, idk!!! ahhhh

your reactions to the chapter make me SO SO happy, like really, that's all us writers want to achieve, right? to make the reader feel something. so glad i could stir something within you!! <333

& yes you never know what a person might have experienced in his past to it really comes down to being patient and understanding with people, but yeah satoru surely has an avoidant attachment, like SO SO BAD. and that can be so FRUSTRATING.

his past even gets worse in the next chapter, because apparently i can not NOT make him even more miserable.

haha the whole philosophical part at the end was mostly because i read a lot of camus and kafka lately lol. couldn't hold myself back, but i guess that mirrors satoru's existential crisis he goes through, that will be more highlighted in the next chapter.

but like at the same time, he needs someone to put him in his place and the reader is gladly accepting that and is like, I'M SO DONE WITH YOU, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MAN.

thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart for spending your precious time to read and write this message!! i really don't know how to phrase it how happy this makes me, just imagine myself smiling and crying like an idiot <33

[cthulusserpentisrising]

Short Drabbles

I didn’t know I was trying to race a cop, how was I supposed to know? Next thing all I can remember was almost a blur. Forced to be pulled over and the next, me springing out of the vehicle. “Stop! 

Right now!! Before you make this worse for yourself!” I sprinted as fast and as far as I could. All I can remember is being tackled down to the ground almost near the middle of nowhere, except it wasn’t. I was only still in the small town of Brexton. A tiny quaint little town, almost near no crime except where it’s possible, almost possible to hold all street racing here. Except the times when you know you’re going to get caught which we all know is towards the end of the month. What I did not contemplate, was an undercover cop, my best friend, Jax.

“Now c’mon now you know if you were going to do this shit you should’ve been smart and out drove me but no. Now here you are fucking up, do you want me to arrest you?”

“C’mon Jax YOU should’ve known better than to pull me over. You know I wasn’t doing anything too illegal I swear. You should’ve just let me go but nooo.”

He was being rough with me, holding me down, completely on top and then me being on my back as he held my hands by my head as he stared down at me. By the gods he was fucking handcrafted by them, not with those dark brown eyes and that perfect messy jet black hair that falls so perfectly that I just wanna tug it. Me acting like a damn fool staring into his eyes until he huffed and finally got off of me.

“You’re lucky you know, having a friend like me that is literally the head of the police department. I’m going to let you go, but I already told you to be careful, don’t come back until a month or so later doing this shit. I already know the next one is hosted in Tulsa. Again you better be careful out there, I heard they’re doubling down on those who street race there and by god if I have to go back there and get you like last time… I might just leave you there.” 

Turning my head I looked at him as he sat right next to me staring into my eyes as I into his, and damn I wished he just stayed there a bit longer. Would’ve made my night something to remember alright. 

“Hello, anyone home? Were you even listening to me?” He said waving his hand in my face as I blink and started laughing at him sitting up to scoot closer to him. “Yes, yes I heard you, I promise I won’t and I’ll be extra careful like last time.” Laughing my ass off he then turns serious and then starts chuckling at my expense.

“It’s like every time you are here you want me to catch you. Why? Why can’t you be just like normal, and call or leave a text. It’s always me catching you one way or another no matter what.” Over the years I didn’t have the balls to tell him how much he means to me. I couldn’t even tell him how much I loved him and the moment I knew he was the one I wanted to be with. Not only was he my best friend but also at the time, seeing him get promoted as Police Chief was in a relationship with someone whom I did not like. Someone who did him wrong, and it was just mere short of 3 months now since I heard she stole his money and broke his shit kicking him out of his own house and now married to another man. Damn that bitch, hope she rots.

“Maybe, you would realize I am not like most girls' chief.” Batting my eyes leaning in close to him inhaling the scent of his cologne and blushing as he starts laughing at me leaning in closer just inches away from my face. “I thought maybe you would figure out why I always have to race you when I come back into town, maybe you would catch on why I do what I do.. But.. it’s okay, I know you haven’t figured it out, and I’ll wait.. I’m patient.” As I was about to move he caught my arm and held me in place as he leaned closer, almost close to kissing me before hearing him whisper. 

“I already know why, and caught on after the last 2 times why you did this.. I’m not dumb I’ve noticed, who’s to say I don’t feel the same way.” Taken back by his words I bit my lip and then almost hallucinating into a dream state he kissed me. Not just any kiss, a long deep intensifying kiss that I’ve been waiting for so long for. Feeling him wrap his arms around me deeping our kiss, making me feel like I’m the only girl he cared about for the longest time just alone… together.

“C’mon chief when was the last time you slept with a girl that was not that bitch of an ex to help you relax.” He tensed up pulling me onto his lap as he looked deep into my eyes, almost pleading. “Look I don’t wanna force-.”

“And I don’t care if you do, now be honest. How long chief?” Before he could give me his answer I was already grinding on his semi hard cock licking my lips as my hands traveled down his chest slowly making shapes as I caressed him. “Oh baby it’s been too long, I could take you right here right now and I won’t hesitate to take you home.” I smirked at his answer as he place his hand on my jaw pulling me closer again to kiss me as I licked his lips pressing my tits against his chest and I felt him smile. “Well then chief take me, what are you waiting for?”

Next thing I know, I’m being thrown playfully onto the ground laying on my back as he gets on top slowly peeling my clothes off layer by layer as he kisses down from my neck, tits to sucking my nipples. “Aahh… chief you’re so good with your lips…” “That’s nothing baby, wait until I get my tongue inside you.” After undoing my pants he swiftly pulls them off along with dragging my panties down my thighs as he moans and kisses the top of my pussy. “I’ve been dying for the longest time to keep you to myself and make you mine, for years.” Moaning as he spreads my legs teasing my lips with his kisses and gentle sucking, he spreads them apart with his tongue licking up and down my slit slowly making me wetter.

“Why didn’t you chief, for the longest time I wanted you to take me, and make me yours to the fullest.” Lowering my hand to gently tug on his hair as I throw my head back feeling his tongue start to lick and suck my clit in a tantalizing way as I feel him spell his name out over and over my clit. “Thought you would tell me no, and that you would then run away from me.” Looking up to me with those devious brown eyes I feel my pussy gush as he keeps sucking, almost tugging on my clit. “Oh Chief you kinky bastard I fucking loved you since I immediately fell in love with you since our highschool graduation!” Moaning louder as he brings me closer to my orgasm I start grinding my wet pussy against his face. Feeling his tongue swirl my clit sucking it like it's a lollipop to writing his name on me was too much to bear. “Jax I’m coming! I’m coming fuck!” “Come for me baby, let that wet pussy cream all over daddy.” As  those naughty words left his mouth I lost it. Feeling my orgasm hit hard I grinded my cunt all over his tongue as he ate me out, feeling him clean my pussy up with the mess he made. 

“Damn if I knew you tasted this good I would’ve made you my girl sooner just so I can have you all day long fuck.” Panting as he then got on top of me kissing me more, I helped him take the remainder of his clothes off until he was completely naked. “Oh Chief fuck my needy pussy, I’ve been dying to have your cock inside me for so long.” It felt like forever as he took his time kissing me, grazing his hand from my side to up my torso, as he just so slowly drags his fingers across my aching nipples up past my neck then to just settle his hand in my hair gently gripping it as he pushes his tongue into my mouth.

I let him in, letting him explore mine as we take our time until he nudges my legs further apart with his knees as I feel his hot thick cock rest against my pussy. “Fuck chief are you going to fuck my pussy or just let me sit here in torment as you torture me?” “I don’t know, but  seeing your pussy drool and hearing you beg me to fuck you is the most hottest thing that I could ever witness.” Finally as he lines himself up slowly pushing the tip in, he looks up at me as if he was asking for permission to continue. I bite my lip nodding as I begin to wrap my legs around his waist as I force him to sink deeper into me. “ Yess.. Jax.. please, please give me more, I need every inch of you, I need it deep inside my pussy, please do me hard daddy~.” Hearing him grunting as he starts thrusting into a slow melodic rhythm as he starts to abuse my pussy only made me moan and beg more.

“That’s a good girl, calling me daddy, and begging him to use your pussy as his little fuck toy.” I knew he could get really perverted but damn, all those words coming out of his mouth was doing fucking wonders into my soul. He kept thrusting kissing my neck biting it hard leaving marks and bruises as he claims me as his I fucking loved. “Jax please faster, I’m going to cum, and I want you to cum with me.” I look into his eyes as he speeds up the pace. His cock kissing my cervix as his thrusts met with mine, as I squeezed his cock tightly hearing all the dirty wet noises coming from us I pulled him in to kiss him hard. “Damn baby keep milking my cock like that and I’m definitely going to fill your womb up with my seed.” 

“I want you to Jax, fill me, fill me with your cum please, get me pregnant with your baby.” As he gets rougher with me I feel my orgasm coming as I tighten my hold on him forcing him to stay inside as he cums. “I’m coming daddy, holy hell!” “Cum baby, cum on daddy’s cock!” As we both came, I yelled his name out into the void around us letting myself fall deeper into the euphoric cloud I was placed on feeling myself slowly calm down after feeling him drain himself deep inside of me. “Fuck baby, I’m never letting you go.” We both roll onto our sides looking at each other as we try to catch our breath and I smile finally getting what I wanted after all this time, his heart and his huge cock. “Jax, I love you.” He smiles back taking my lips in a heated passionate kiss and whispers to me. “I’ll always love you baby.”

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey bestie, can I make a request please? Could I please have another Max Parish scenario? I'd love to know what he would be like protecting us? I can imagine we are best friends and always have banter, but deep down really love eachother. And when we are out on a job to arrest someone, they try to attack you, and he puts them in their place, physically and verbally. And after that, max and you end up having a steamy makeout session when you both get back to his place?

Awww of course Bestie 🖤 I hope you like it 🙏

Max and I were on an observation. We were sitting in the car in front of the apartment building where the suspect lives. Max constantly had an eye on the building while I studied the case file. "It's been hours, do you think he's home? Maybe he got out over a backdoor or something." Max said. I shook my head "I checked that, no backdoors just windows and I don't think he'd jump out of the 4th floor He's not Spiderman." I answered without looking up." Max chuckled" Maybe he is. Imagine the headline 'Spiderman arrested by the most iconic duo ever. " I looked at him." Most iconic duo? " I raised an eyebrow." Of course, I mean even our captain thinks we're working best together. I couldn't even imagine spending hours of observation with someone else." I wanted to answer but catched a movement in the corner of my eye. "Max he comes out. We know exactly where he's going, I follow him on foot and you drive around the block and cut off his way." he nodded "Got it and Y/N, please be careful." I got out of the car and started following the suspect. He walked the way as planned and I stayed behind. Suddenly he took a turn into an alley which was strange because his dealer was in another direction. I opened my holster to have easy access to my gun and walked slowly around the corner and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. I took a step forward and suddenly a man jumped out of a corner, grabbed my gun and pointed it at me. "Why are you following me? Are you a cop? I'm not going to jail, not again." I stood in front of him my hands up in defense "We can talk about it, please put the gun down." I said and tried to calm him but it didn't work. "I'm not a bad person, I just needed the money but you... You will make me a murderer. I'm sorry but you should have let me go." he unlocked the gun and pointed it at me. I prepared myself for the pain but before he could shoot Max tackled him to the ground." Bad idea, really bad idea to point a gun at my girl. Thank your lucky stars I have to deliver you alive, there are many things I want to do to you right now." he pulled him up on his collar and pushed him hard against the wall putting him in handcuffs. "Ouch they're too tight!" the man said "What was that? A little tighter? Your wish is my command." with that he made the cuffs tighter then he looked at me "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear if you touched her..." "No he didn't touch me he just..." I couldn't finish I was still shaking. I watched Max calling the police to get the man and our captain to tell him that I needed the rest of the day off. When the police officers were gone Max and I drove to his apartment cause he didn't want me to be alone. He made us some tea and put some bourbon in it. "How do you feel? Can I get you anything else?" he asked taking a seat beside me. "Max you saved my life today. I'm still trying to process that and..." he looked at me "And what?" I swallowed hard looking down, playing with my fingers. "You called me your girl." his eyes went wide "Oh um well I'm... You... It's." I put a hand on his cheek "Did you mean that?" he smiled softly at me "Yes I really mean it. You always were my girl." I smiled and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He immediately returned the kiss and we both lie down on his couch, our hands all over each others bodies till we had to break the kiss to take a breath. We lay there looking each other deep in the eyes, our bodies as close as possible. It felt as if we were made for each other. "Do you know how many times I thought about this?" he asked. "Probably as much as me." I said and kissed him again which lead to a very steamy makeout session.

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

Hi love, your draco fics give me life!! idk if you do song references when you write but i thought a draco x reader with the song “i’d come for you” by Nickelback. ik, ik, i’m lame but i like nickelback still😂 and i think the song would fit so well during the war, say maybe draco loses the reader in the midst of battle and he comes for her when she needs it the most? i hope that makes sense lol, but thank you! love your work❤️ -M

*stares off dramatically into the distance* I haven't heard that name in forever.

Nickleback...

fuck yeah I'll do it.

I'd come for you (Draco x reader)

warnings: war, swearing, injury.

Time around you felt unreal as your feet rapidly hit the ground. It seemed every five seconds you were looking over your shoulder. You slid across the ground, unable to fully stop without Tonk's help as she braced you into a halt. "Where's Harry!?" You asked. "I don't know- we're all looking for him" She said. You looked behind her, shoving her back as you tackled Fred out of the way from an explosion.

"Holy shit!" Fred gasped. "Y/n! Fred! Are you alright!?" Percy asked. "You-you just came out of nowhere!" Fred said in shock. "I'm okay, Fred, are you?" you asked. "I was just standing there- You saved my life!" Fred said. "Fred!" you said, catching his attention. "Are you okay!?" you repeated. "My head hurts but I'm fine." he said. "Good. Has anyone seen Harry or Draco?" you asked. "We thought Draco was with you?" George said confused. "Fuck." you breathed.

Out of all the places to lose one another, this was possibly the worst. You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around your eyes met that silver pair. You hugged him, him hugging you. "We need to get to Remus, Tonks thinks he's being rushed." Draco said, out of breath. "Shit, where was the last place we all saw Remus!?" You asked. "We really should've invested in Sirius's idea of trackers or at least his pager idea so WE'D KNOW WHERE TO GO!" George sighed. "

You saw Hermione and Ron coming down the stairs. "Where's Harry?" You asked. "He's going after something." Hermione said. "Okay then, where's Remus?" you asked. "Near the west hall." She said. You nodded, Draco, Fred, George and Percy all running. You stopped though, looking through a window before frowning. "What's wrong?" Percy asked. "It's the east side, it looks like the dungeons are about to collapse, someone needs to go get the students that are fighting out of there!" you said. "I'll do it." Percy said. "Wha- Percy, are you sure!?" George asked. "I need to make myself useful, go get Remus." Percy said. "But-" "GO!"

You nodded, the rest of you pressing on. As you entered the hall, a pillar collapsed, blocking you from Draco and Fred. "SHIT!" You gasped. "That's the second time I've nearly been crushed!" Fred huffed. "There's a side entrance through the main hall, we'll try to catch up!" you said. "Be careful!" Draco yelled. "Same goes for you!" You shouted back before George and you ran. "I really didn't work out enough for this!" George breathed. "At least you played quidditch, I got nothin'" You panted.

You sprinted with George next to you when you turned a corner, wand being shoved against your chest. You gasped, being met with the bitter glare of Lucius Malfoy. "How lucky am I" He said, pushing you back as another death eater held back George. "That even in a place with hundreds of students, I managed to find you." He said. Your heart pounded in your ears before another man spoke. "Let me have at her Malfoy" He said, his face making it clear he was a werewolf. "just a taste." He said, licking his lips.

Lucius looked at you and then Fenrir before shoving you to the ground. "Go ahead." He spat before George yelled "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!" as he thrashed against the other death eater. "Don't worry" Fenrir said, gearing up. "You're next." He said. Your heart hammered in your chest as Fenrir prepared to pounce. "Any last words?" He asked. You closed your eyes tightly. "Draco... help" You whimpered, before you felt a sharp pain against your skin making you scream bloody murder.

It wasn't long that a red bolt of light shot from above you, knocking Fenrir back. You could feel your chest becoming damp and warm, your chest rapidly rising and falling. "Y/n! Y/n, stay with me love" Draco breathed as Remus kneeled next to you. "It-it hurts-" You whimpered, Draco lifting you. "I'll get her to the infirmary!" He said. Your eyes were becoming heavier as Draco rushed with Fred next to him.

You couldn't hear anything, it sounded too distant. You slowly closed your eyes before opening them to a white room. You leaned up off of a bed. This was your bedroom, a place you hadn't set foot in since Voldemort's return. However in this version, it was completely white.

"You're here too?" A voice said. You turned to see Percy sitting at your desk. You swallowed hard. "are we... dead?" you asked. "I know for a fact I am... You were right, there was a collapse. I uhm.." He scratched the back of his neck. "I managed to get everyone out but myself." He admitted. "Oh..." You said. "I dunno about you though... You seem... You feel like you're at a cross between. I think it's up to you." Percy said.

"It is." another voice said. Standing in the doorway was Sirius. You stared at him with wide eyes. "Is there any hope for Percy if he's here?" You asked. "I'm afraid not..." Sirius said. You looked over at him. "I've made my peace.." Percy said. You looked over at Sirius. "Is it terrifying? dying?" You asked. Sirius kneeled down, putting a sympathetic hand to your cheek. "It's just like falling asleep." He said softly. "I understand if you want to stop fighting but..." Percy sighed. "If you can help it, I think we'd both prefer for you to live." He said.

You looked at Sirius. "He's right you know.. I think that best friend of yours needs you now more than ever." Sirius said. Your hand held Sirius's as tears fell from your cheeks. "I miss you." you whispered. "I know... But there are plenty who need you." he said. You nodded, wiping your eyes. "How do- how do I wake up?" you asked. "It's quite simple." Sirius said. "Just wake up."

Your eyes snapped open as you gasped, leaning up. Molly jumped back and you panted. Draco looked relieved. You looked around the infirmary, Remus and Tonks standing next to your cot. "Is the battle still going?" you asked. "Yeah." Tonks said. Hermione walked in with Ron.

Molly frowned. "Where's Percy?" She asked. A glimpse of that white room flashed in your mind before you took her hand. She turned. "Molly he's.." you drew in a breath. "He's gone." you said. Molly put a hand over her mouth and you bowed your head. "He and Sirius made sure I lived." you said quietly. Ron blinked. "Sirius's been dead for-" "I know." you said, your voice almost a whispered. "You... You saw Percy? You're sure?" Molly asked. "He managed to get students out of the collapse in the east hall... I don't think he made it out." you said.

Draco held your freehand as Molly sobbed into Arthur's shoulder. "We'll... We'll go investigate." Tonks said before leaving. About thirty minutes passed before it was confirmed, Remus walking in with a body in his arms. You slowly got out of the cot, staring at your bandages as Molly wailed over her dead son.

You looked back at the infirmary. Sirius didn't die for you to quit here. You looked at Draco. "we need to get back out there." you said. He frowned. "Y/n, you almost died-" "I need to help." you said. Draco held both of your hands. "I nearly lost you." he said. You slipped one hand away from his, putting it to his cheek. "You will never lose me." you whispered.

He smiled slightly. "But I can't let Percy's sacrifice be in vain. I need to be out there. Please Draco." you whispered. He nodded slowly. "I'm not letting you out of my sight." He said. "And we're not letting you out of ours." Fred said, wiping his eyes. "Fred-" "Not to play the death card here, but our brother just died. We're not letting anything happen to you out there." George said. "It's otherwise you go with us or no one goes." Fred said.

You nodded, drawing your wand. "let's go."

You fought for a while before Harry was finally put in front of you.

dead.

Another life had been lost and this one was the one that let you know that it was over. The battle was over and somehow you had lost. Draco pulled you close to his chest, almost as if he was trying to block your view of Harry. You blocked everything out, noise was vacant from your mind. From the nook of Draco's arm though you could see Harry. Sirius's death was looping in your mind alongside Cedric's before you noticed what no one else did.

Harry's hand twitched. You leaned off of Draco as you realized Harry wasn't dead. You needed an opening, a moment to get Harry's wand so that when he stopped pretending, he'd have a way to strike. That moment arrived when Voldemort asked for followers.

You, to everyone's surprise stepped forward. "What are you doing!?" Tonks gaped. You turned back to her before mouthing "trust me". Voldemort chuckled. "It seems Lucius's judgement on you may have been wrong my dear girl." he said. You looked over at him. "He's wrong about a lot of things." you said, voice flat. "What motivated you to join me?" He asked. You noticed Harry's hand twitch again, making it clear he was awake fully. "Oh y'know." you walked over completely, standing next to Narcissa who had his wand. "A wand." you said before snatching it, Harry rolling out of Hagrid's arms as you threw his wand to him.

You managed to skillfully dodge attacks as you slid across the ground, before sprinting. "FUCKING RUN!" you shouted to Fred and George who followed alongside Draco. You reached the main hall, panting as you did. "You're fucking insane!" Draco breathed. "Yeah, when was that a debate?" you asked before seeing a clash of red and green.

The power from the wands seemed to almost melt as it struck against one another. You watched with wide eyes before suddenly the light was extinguished. You stared as Harry stood there, you letting out a relieved laugh, Draco gaping. "We won?" He asked. "We won." Fred breathed. "We won." George gasped. "WE FUCKING WON!" You yelled, sprinting back out into the courtyard. You hugged Harry, him gaping at the sounds of cheering.

"I did it- we all did it- we... It's over." he said relieved. You nodded, pulling away. "It is, it's finally over." You assured. He let out a relieved chuckle as Ginny hugged him, scattering kisses across his face.

Draco smiled, looking at the group celebrate. "Draco! What are you doing? Get over here you git!" Goerge laughed. Draco smiled, walking over. You smiled, laughing at something Hermione had said when you looked at Draco. You weren't talking, you were almost appearing to be seriously contemplating something. "Y/n? You good?" Remus asked. You still were looking at Draco before you said "fuck it" and pulled him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him.

He was shocked of course but once he registered what was happening, he pulled you close, smiling against your lips. George chuckled as you pulled away. "We have got to win more wars if that means you'll kiss me again." Draco laughed. You rolled your eyes but smiled. He moved strands of hair away from your face, looking into your eyes. "Y/n this war... it... nearly took you from me." He mumbled. "I know" you said softly. "And... I do love you... and I'd love to be yours... if you'll have me." He said. You smiled at him. "Gee. I have to think about it." You said making him roll his eyes now. "You've got me in a box here, maybe I should do a group vote or-" "Oh bite your tongue" Draco said with a smile, pressing another kiss to your lips. You smiled before pulling away. He looked in your eyes. "Of course I'll have you." You said softly.

Hand in hand you all made your way home. Home to rest. Home to grieve. Home to finally be done with all of this. But as you were walking you had this unexplainable need to turn around. You looked over your shoulder and you saw something that made you stop.

For a brief moment you saw Sirius leaning against a pillar and Percy standing next to him, both wearing proud smiles. "Y/n? Darling are you alright?" Draco asked. You turned back. "Yeah..." you turned back to the pillar, nothing being there.

"Just thought I saw some old friends for a moment."

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[anterocash]

When Min woke up, many mental health professionals shuffled in and out of his room. They would sit in silence except for the television filling the air with something other than the beeping or the sniffles of his tears ( he had so much time and wasted it on crying, he’s embarrassed). Eventually, Cash moved to a rehab facility. Even then, ‘visitors’ drop in and ask how he is doing. When Cash first woke up, he didn’t know what or who he was and when people tried to help him, it didn’t feel right.

The nurses were more focused on getting him to remember than talking about his feelings, and Cash didn’t want to do either. He didn’t know who Minkyu was, nor did he care to learn. It was a book of poetry they claimed had been written by him. The cover read Cash Shon, not Minkyu Lee. Lee Minkyu, whichever.  It wasn’t him. If this book was written by him, it must have been who he was, right? Cash sees that as his birthday, even if he still goes by the one on his driver's license. 

While Cash Shon was trying to figure out who he wanted to be (such an undertaking), another therapist decided to take a stab at him, maybe because she was a libra, perhaps because instead of asking him how he felt, they ended up talking about a television show they both enjoyed for an hour. Cash was the one who asked her to come back the next day. They grew close, which helped him articulate how he felt with her help. It was like having the best aunt in the world. Cash never told her how he grew restless in a city he couldn’t remember and wanted to be ‘home.’

 A place he didn’t know but wanted to find desperately. 

As soon as Cash didn’t require a walker to get from point A to point B, the belongings that matter were packed up, and Cash went back to the country he hadn’t lived in for twelve years. 

Now that Cash is back, he wants to see her; Cash knows it’s what he needs; he wants to tell her everything, catch up on the shows they shared, and tell her about his growth (his regression.) Luckily for Cash, she was still a practicing therapist accepting new patients even though Cash was not new. Cash made an appointment and went through his routine: showing up early to hotbox a joint and listening to the radio. At the same time, he writes down points of stuff he wants to talk about in the notes app on his phone, or he will forget to bring it up. Ten minutes from when he wants to go in, the dread fills his gut, anxiety punching him in the chest out of nowhere, and he wonders if this is a good idea.  

Being here after years makes Cash nervous, and Min never gets nervous.

He gets out of the car, though, and the smoke cloud follows, and he idly wonders if they ever can smell it when he steps into the building. Not that he cares. Reception comes from inside the office and into the waiting area, hugging him, sounding like a pack of chickens clucking simultaneously. He tries to give them each a chance to tell him what they’ve been up to. But his appointment starts in five minutes, and Cash doesn’t want her to see him for the first time in three years like this after promising to send lunch for everyone one day; he sits on his phone for those last few minutes. Cash wanted to do this first session back alone before he had his girlfriend come with him, Cash doesn’t mind having her around all the time, but just this once, he wants to tackle this without a plus one. 

Min has no clue what they’re walking into after she comes to get him, they fall into the easy routine of him trailing behind her down the hall, and he closes the door shut behind him once they’re in her office; she even has the candy dish out for him already. 

“How are you, Mr. Shon?” 

Cash squints because he doesn’t like how his name sounds in her mouth, and he finds himself feeling defensive; he tries to stamp it down, getting one thing out of the way before they go any further. 

“I’m fine, but I missed you –”

She smiles at that and puts her laptop down (they’ve gone paperless, and Cash doesn’t give a damn about the planet, it doesn’t feel right). “I missed you too. I was pleasantly surprised when you scheduled an appointment. Have you been back long?”

“Two months now,” he says as he unwraps a piece of candy after shoving his hand down the bowl; he pops it into his mouth before they really begin to talk. 

There is a slight lull in conversation once they’ve done recaps and discussed their usual topics.

“I really am sorry about how things went down.”

Min rarely apologizes; Cash can’t apologize enough. Funny how it goes. His therapist looks at him thoughtfully before she answers him. 

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes I –”

“Cash, if you wanted me to know that you had planned on leaving the entire time we met, you would have told me.” 

Once upon a time, Minkyu hated when a woman was right. Now, at his considerable age, he just sighs, the long line of his shoulders slumping into a slouch against the couch. Min feels fifteen years old during a scolding. He can’t help but make himself seem as small as her words make him feel. “It was a last-minute decision –” 

“Made the minute you woke up, Min.”

Cash’s jaw tenses and he wishes he had a lollipop or something; ah, right – Min reaches for the candy dish on the end table to his left and peeks out the window, admiring the rear of his car, takes a church lady butterscotch circle, popping it into his mouth; they can focus now.

“I had no idea who I was,” Min says after a swallow letting the flavor coat his mouth, keeping him alert. 

The uncomfortable heat of tears welling up in his eyes is immune to candy. 

“I was given something few people can say they have; a second chance. The more my memories returned, the more I hated myself; I couldn’t do that anymore. I didn’t want to be that guy anymore. So I left because I realized I had a clean slate, a new man. Min is supposed to be dead. He’s supposed to be gone –”

“You won’t ever be the same person you were once before; you said that was fine, and I knew it wasn’t because you left that same weekend I found out that you were gone.” 

He pushes his thumb and pointer finger behind the lens, pressing into his eyes with a watery sigh, wiping his tears; he wants to say coming here was a mistake, but deep down knows he needs the wake-up call.

“Did you find what you were looking for in Korea?”

Absolutely, Cash thinks but says nothing and wipes his eyes. Korea was only the beginning of the life he would forge his way and not the way the universe wanted it. Min learned new habits and gained what he hopes are lifelong connections with people. Cash thinks of how he had reached out to Min’s mother from a longing he didn’t want to decipher by himself and still ended up that way. They don’t linger on that. He thinks about the look in Ashley’s eyes – and the sharp, piercing pain going into his skin from her knife; Cash had never felt more alive than while his life hung in the balance. 

“Yes,” Min answers without a doubt after blinking his eyes into focus again, correcting the glasses on his face. “I had to get out of here,” he explains with a frenzied look in her direction. 

“Why?” She begins to type, and he doesn’t even care. He has to get this off of his chest. 

"I couldn’t remember anything. Larry was pushing me around like a show pony, and people seemed fascinated by the car accident. It felt like I had nothing left here, my best friend was dead, and I was supposed to be dead with him. What was the point? Everyone either hated me because Gideon died, or they pitied me."  

Just like how he feels like there is nothing left for him in Korea, he left. 

“But you have something here now?”

Cash rubs his hands over his face and jostles his hat. He can feel the bare skin of the scar on the back of his head and quickly re-adjusts his cap. The sensation isn’t as uncomfortable as it used to be when he first woke up. Funny how the human body works; the nerves only recently gained strength in the past few months. Feeling it is a reminder of why he’s sitting on the couch right now. 

“Yes. I have everything.”