#and like a little boy he shouts and begs and bullies. but it's time for the grownups to talk now. and he just isn't one. they're all

[bitchthefuck1]

At the end of the day, they're still just little kids making noise outside his office.

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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hope you guys like this, i am currently on the ganja writing this so i apologise if there’s any mistakes or anything❤️❤️

[xcherryerim]

Forgotten Bond(age)

- Sub!ClaptonDavis x HardDomGn!Reader -

“Keep making you kneel, keep making you bet all of you. The more you fall, dangerous. You know it, but your eyes still reflects me. Good boy, just one word, you shout.” — Beg For Me by Red Velvet

word count: 3.7k

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY

Warning: Set in College (Reader and Clapton are 19 and in prom night they were 18) | Mentions of bullying (Reader was Clapton’s bully in hs) | sexual tension | degradation kink | light mentions of underage drinking | handjob | oral sex (reader receiver no genitals mentioned) | light ‘bondage’ usage (yes despite the tittle there’s little of it, I just wanted to make the joke) | slapping | porn with basically no plot | words like: Goodboy, fuck toy, puppy, master are used here. | overstimulation (?) | a bit of bratty Clapton.

Summary: At a freshman college party, you spot Clapton, the individual whom you used to torment in high school, who promptly initiates a search for you despite your efforts to evade an encounter. However, instead of seeking answers or explanations, he seems to desire something else, as he appears to seek out a more intimate and provocative connection, aiming to submit to your dominance.

While college life was enjoyable, it was also challenging and burdensome, with you meeting new people but also finding yourself submerged in a plethora of extra responsibilities that you had not encountered.

You knew you deserved a break, so, fortunately, there was a freshman party scheduled on that night. Even though you weren’t too fond of attending gatherings such as this one, you tried to have fun.

As you walked into the party, the atmosphere was electrifying. The music was roaring, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Nervously, you scanned the crowd, half hoping and half fearing that you wouldn't run into anyone you knew from high school. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw unfamiliar faces, allowing yourself to relax a little more and join the lively group of strangers.

A few drinks later, you felt slightly braver, conversing with various students who shared similar interests. Just as you thought you might be able to forget about your stressful past, the unexpected happened - you spotted Clapton Davis.

Your heart raced, and your stomach twisted into knots. You were stunned that he had attained college admission, and second, your relationship with him was awkward and tense. Yes, you had acted like a bully towards him in the past for some inexplicable reason. Despite your past behavior, you couldn't deny the allure of his charm and charisma. He possessed an undeniable magnetism that drew you near, even as you tried to push away those feelings of attraction.

While you prayed he would not notice your presence in the room, an immense feeling of panic and dread emerged within you. However, your horror intensified when you realized he had indeed noticed you. You made your way to a separate area of the house, hoping that he would not recognize you.

Despite your attempt to enjoy the mixer, your mind was overwhelmed with memories and thoughts of Clapton, depriving you of the ability to enjoy the party. The loud music and the plethora of individuals you once enjoyed are making you anxious by the minute.

You ran upstairs and entered a quiet bedroom. As you tried to collect your thoughts, you heard the door creak. Someone else entered the room. The darkness made it impossible to recognize who it was, but the mere scent confirmed it was indeed him. In the dimly lit bedroom, your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to come to terms with the fact that Clapton had followed you.

“Clapton!” You blurted out a mix of shock and apprehension as you encountered him again in this enclosed area.

“Shh!” he whispered in a rushed manner, placing his finger on your lips in an authoritative gesture. “Tell me, what’s your deal?”

This wasn't how you imagined your reunion with him would play out, but here you were, trapped in a small room with the very person you wanted to avoid.

"My deal?" you echoed, trying to regain your composure. "I don't know what you mean."

His finger on your lip sent an electric current through you, and you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and desire. This was not how you expected this evening to go. Clapton's gaze bore into you, daring you to defy him, to speak your truth.

"You know exactly what I mean," he retorted, his voice low and forceful. "You spent our entire high school years bullying me, and now you try to avoid me like I'm some sort of ex to you?" He emphasized his point by pressing his body against yours, bringing his face closer to yours, eyes locking in a heated stare.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, attempting to mask your anxiety and uncertainty with a carefree facade. "Forgive, forget, Clapton?" You said to him, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed taken aback by your response, and for a brief moment, his harsh exterior cracked, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability.

But it was short-lived. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he retorted, "I don't forgive or forget easily," his tone growing soft yet menacing. "Besides, aren't we supposed to start fresh here in college?" He stepped back, arms crossed over his chiseled chest, his toned torso visible beneath his shirt. Your eyes involuntarily trailed over his muscular frame, noting the hidden strength and masculinity that lay beneath his calm demeanor.

His posture was confident and authoritative, leaving no doubt about his intent. You found yourself suddenly hyper-aware of the heat emanating from his body, the faint scent of his cologne, and the electricity that seemed to crackle between you two.

"So, how's life treating you, huh?" He asked casually, tilting his head slightly to the side as if genuinely curious about your well-being. "Did you miss anyone specific during the summer?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "You're asking like you want me to say you're the one I missed," you responded, trying to keep the conversation light and playful.

A smirk graced his lips, revealing a hint of white teeth against the lightly tanned skin that he gained over the summer. "Well, I wouldn't expect anything less from you." He chuckled softly, moving closer to you. "But you know what they say: 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' Maybe I missed you too."

His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an underlying current of genuine curiosity. It was clear that he wanted to know how you felt about him, even though the situation between you was far from amicable. And despite everything, you couldn't ignore the spark of attraction that flickered in his eyes, seeming to defy all logic and reason.

"You missed me?" You raised your eyebrow, feigning disbelief.

"Maybe a little bit," he admitted, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Or perhaps it's just the thrill of the chase."

He continued, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly. “What do you say we start fresh? No more games, no more hiding. Just us, getting to know each other again.”

He paused, studying your reaction carefully. There was a challenge in his eyes, daring you to accept or reject the proposition. And despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel drawn into his boldness.

“If I were crazy, I would think you’re asking for something else, Clapton.”

“Oh, I’m not asking for anything crazy,” he replied, his voice dropping to a sultry timbre. “I just want to know if you missed me as much as I missed you.”

He moved, closing the remaining distance between you two, and his warm breath grazed your ear as he spoke. You could feel his heart racing, matching yours. He was undeniably aroused by this confrontation, and so were you.

“Now, are you going to tell me that you didn’t think about me once or twice?” he asked, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your waist. “Or maybe more than that?” There was a playful challenge in his tone, a promise of something more beneath the surface. His fingers dipped lower, sending shivers down your spine, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against your neck.

“Are you implying that I am the only one missing our little... interactions?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid up again, caressing your jawline gently and turning your face towards him. “Or perhaps you’ve found someone new to degrade?” He smirked. “I would be jealous if you did.”

“Believe me when I say, Clapton,” you responded, trying to keep your voice steady. “No one compares to you.”

Your words hung in the air between you, heavy with implications. You couldn’t believe what you’d just said, but there it was—an admission of sorts—an acknowledgment of the intense chemistry that existed between you both.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and inviting. “Maybe we can work out our differences, huh?” He trailed soft kisses along your jawline, his hands exploring your body with possessive intensity.

“But first,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. “Give me what I’ve been craving since that goddamn prom night.” With that, he got on his knees, looking at you with eyes full of devotion.

At that moment, you knew things were about to change. The tension between you and Clapton wasn’t just about the past anymore; it was evolving into something new—something electric and passionate.

“Slap me.” He blurted it out; his request made you still. “Slap me,” he repeated, his voice laced with desperation.

You hesitated for a split second, unsure of what to make of his unusual demand. But then, you steeled yourself and raised your hand, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room, and the sting of your palm against his cheek left both of you breathless for a moment.

Clapton's eyes widened at first but then closed for a moment before slowly opening back up. A look of relief washed over his face as he reached up, touching the red mark that now adorned his perfect features.

“That’s better,” he growled, a devilish smile on his lips. His eyes glinted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, clearly enjoying your dominance. “You seem to love seeing me humiliated, don’t you?”

“Oh, just look at that,” you taunted, leaning down to whisper into his ear while slapping him lightly across his cheek. “You were just made to kneel, weren’t you?”

"Only for you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

The power dynamic between you two had shifted dramatically, and you couldn't deny the rush of thrill that came with it. You felt a sense of control over him once again but it was mixed with guilt and confusion over your past actions.

“Get up,” you commanded, your voice firm and commanding. “Show me how good you are at submitting.”

Clapton obeyed without question, rising slowly from the floor. His eyes locked on yours, full of longing and submission. His erection strained against his pants. Seeing him like this, needy, was both exhilarating and terrifying but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush it gave you.

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered, barely able to contain your excitement. “Then get back on your knees.”

Without hesitation, he complied. His muscular form was revealed as he stripped off his clothing, leaving nothing but his skin and desire between you. Once he was fully nude, he returned to his previous position, waiting for your next order.

“Spread your legs,” you instructed, watching as he complied. His erect cock pointed skyward, dripping come onto the cold floor.

“Look at you.” you sneered, a cruel grin spreading across your face. “Trembling. Panting. It’s ridiculous.”

“Is that so?” he replied, giving you a foolish smile. “It’s just the reaction I get when you’re mean to me. I can’t help but like it.”

“Okay then,” You said, sitting on the bed as you looked at him. “Touch yourself.”

Clapton’s surprised chuckle met your command. “I mean, I could use a hand,” he quipped, attempting humor amidst the situation.

“You want me to touch you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you’ll have to earn it.”

Without another word, he launched himself onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. His frame flexed as he removed your clothes, revealing your naked body to his eager gaze.

Clapton’s fingers glided across your throbbing between your legs, drawing gasps from your lips. The contrast of his rough skin against your heated flesh sent waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each touch was deliberate and calculated, designed to push you closer to the edge.

His fingers continued their sensual exploration, the touches carefully thought out yet wildly erotic. You felt his heart beating against your chest, mirroring the rhythm of your own.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice filled with expectation. “Am I being a good boy?” he murmured close to your lips.

His enthusiasm was infectious, spurring on his actions. The tempo between your legs increased, each touch more urgent than the last. “Please, can I taste you? Can I be allowed to be masturbated by you? Can I be inside you if I’m good?”

His words hung in the air, a plea for your approval. “If you promise to do as I say, then yes.”

He nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation. “Yes, I’m your puppy; I’m your fuck toy. I’ll become anything you want. Just please, keep using me.” His words rang true, echoing his willingness to fulfill all your desires.

“Then, I suppose you know what I want now.”

Clapton understood perfectly. He leaned down, trailing soft, sensual kisses across your stomach until he reached your inner thigh. His lips lingered there for a moment, a tender gesture that belied his usual bravado.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip to stifle the growing moan. His warm breath brushed against where your thighs meet, causing involuntary squirms under his careful attention.

Finally, Clapton’s skilled tongue made contact, tracing delicate patterns. A sharp intake of breath escaped you as pleasure surged through your entire being. Your back arched involuntarily, every nerve ending ablaze with sensation.

His expert mouth worked magic on you. He seemed determined to give you the best experience possible, pouring all his passion and skill into his task, and it was working. You felt yourself nearing your peak, each lick bringing you closer to ecstasy. Your fingers dug into the sheets, nails biting into your palm as you tried to prolong the agonizingly sweet buildup.

When it came, your climax was intense, sending shockwaves throughout your body. An animalistic cry escaped your lips as you bucked against him, losing yourself in the sensation. Once it subsided, you found yourself limp and breathless.

You glanced at him, noticing his disheveled state. “Who gave you permission to come?” you snapped, anger seething in your voice.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Hey, I can’t help if you’re moaning my name,” he declared, his tone surprisingly calm.

“That doesn’t matter!” you retorted, slapping him lightly across the face. His resulting moan only served to infuriate you further. Turning away from him, you searched for something—anything—to regain control.

Your gaze landed on a nearby wardrobe, and you headed towards it, pulling out a leather belts. Returning to the bed, you straddled him, your weight causing him to groan in pleasure. Ignoring his reaction, you grabbed his wrists firmly, securing them with the belt to opposite corners of the bed. The restraints were tight, ensuring he wouldn’t escape without your permission.

“Bondage?” He asked with a grin.

Looking down at him, bound and vulnerable, you felt a rush of power. This was where you belonged—in absolute control. You leaned closer, whispering menacingly, “Next time, ask for permission.”

His eyes widened, reflecting both surprise and...was that excitement? He enjoyed your sudden turn of events. If he wanted more of this dominant side of you, however, he would need to provoke you further.

“And if I don’t?” he asked teasingly, challenging you.

“Then you won’t get what you want,” you warned him, your voice low and dangerous. “Remember who’s in charge here.”

His grin never faded, though. “Oh, I think I’ve already gotten what I wanted,” he countered, glancing down at your body. “Maybe it’s time for round two?”

A slow smile. spread across your face. He wasn’t afraid of you, not really. Instead, he thrived under your dominance. Perhaps, in this twisted way, he was enjoying himself.

“I don’t think you deserve another round, Clapton,” you stated, trying to maintain your authority.

His response caught you off-guard. “But isn’t it fun hearing me moan for you, Master?” he purred, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Hearing him call you ‘Master’ sent a thrill down your spine—an unexpected pleasure. Was it worth risking your control again just for that sound?

“Fine. I’ll play your game under my rules,” you stated, quelling the wave of pleasure that surged through you at his words.

Following suit, you spit into his cock, generously spreading your saliva on his hardening lenght. Each stroke of your hand caused him to cry out in mixed pain and pleasure, his hips buckling against yours in response.

“Slo—slow down!” he begged, his leg movements becoming increasingly frantic.

“I’m touching you; isn’t this what you wanted?” You asked coolly, maintaining eye contact.

He groaned, unable to deny the truth in your question. “Yes,” he managed to choke out between ragged breaths.

“Good boy,” you praised, continuing your work. Your hand moved faster, stroking him in sync with your heartbeat. The sensation was almost too much for you to handle, but you pushed through it, focusing solely on driving Clapton to the edge of sanity.

“And you better come when I tell you to,” you stated decisively, increasing the speed of your strokes. Tears of both pain and pleasure trailed down his face, evidence of his mounting arousal.

Clapton’s breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Every movement he made was dictated by the pleasure you provided, and every gasp was directed toward you. It was heady, intoxicating power, and you reveled in it.

“Please, please let me come!” Clapton cried out, his eyes filled with pleading. His body writhed under your skilled touch, in direct contrast to his words.

Instead of yielding to his request, you increased and lowered the pressure simultaneously, driving him to new levels of ecstasy and desperation. His cries grew louder, and his face flushed with exertion and frustration.

“Fuck you!” he screamed, losing his patience. His hands trying to pull away the belts that were stopping his hands from any movements. It was then that you slapped him again, a sharp sting against his cheek.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” He stammered, clearly caught off guard by his reaction.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking coldly. “You’re ‘sorry’? If you weren’t so useless, you’d spend less time begging for forgiveness.”

It was meant to hurt, but there was also a hint of amusement behind your words. You found enjoyment in pushing him and watching him struggle to find a balance between submission and defiance.

His face flushed deeper, but he stayed silent, accepting your judgment.

“I’m your useless fuck toy, aren’t I?” He asked, his voice tinged with light amusement. Despite his words, there was an undeniable resignation in his tone.

You considered his statement, finding it oddly pleasing. He recognized your power over him, yet he still engaged willingly. With a small smile, you replied, “Yes, you are.” There was affection in your words, hidden beneath the veneer of dominance.

He returned the smile, tilting his head playfully. “Your only fuck toy?” he questioned.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was this what you wanted? To be the only person he submitted to? Or was this just another game, another illusion of control?

“For now,” you hedged, unsure of your feelings.

He sat up, gazing at you thoughtfully. “For now, huh?” He grinned, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “Interesting.”

You chuckled, returning to a perfect rhythm. Unlike before, it was neither too slow nor too hard, which earned you grateful looks from Clapton. His body began to relax, riding the waves of pleasure you created. His breaths synchronized with your movements, creating a hypnotic pattern.

As you continue, you couldn’t help but wonder where this was leading. There seemed to be genuine emotion behind his words, a vulnerability you hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this relationship than control and submission.

Suddenly, he stiffened beneath your hand, signaling his impending release. You slowed down, waiting for the right moment. “Come now, Clapton,” you whispered, your voice velvety soft.

An exhilarating burst echoed through the room as he did exactly as you commanded. His muscles tensed, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. As he lay there, catching his breath, you felt a rare sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Clapton abruptly kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. You returned the kiss, savoring the taste of him. In that brief moment, everything seemed possible. Could this become more than a game? Could you both find a real connection beneath your kinks and desires?

As you broke the kiss, your hearts raced in sync. Your faces were flushed, sweaty, and breathless. Clearing your throat, you untied him from the bed, and then you stepped back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Get dressed,” you managed to croak out.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Sure thing, Master.” He replied playfully.

Both of you got dressed, and the air between you was thick with unspoken tension. Finally, you were both dressed and ready to leave. As you reached for the doorknob, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you mid-step.

“I was thinking maybe we could go to my dorm.” He stuttered, his face flushed with embarrassment. “I found this underrated band yesterday, and I wanted to listen to their discography. You could join me if you want to.”

Surprised but intrigued, you paused, considering his proposal. “Alright, lead the way,” you finally agreed, as he released your wrist. “But remember, this is purely platonic,” you added with a wink.

“Yeah?” he chuckled. “Platonic, huh? Yeah, because what we just did was purely platonic,” he retorted sarcastically.

You chuckled, acknowledging the truth in his words. “It was!” you teased back.

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing,” he muttered, stealing a quick kiss before ushering you out of the room.

Walking through the party crowd together, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Whether this relationship would remain strictly physical or develop into something more, one thing was certain: you enjoyed each other's company.

Despite the chaos surrounding you, there was a serene calm within the two of you. His hand rested gently on your hip, grounding you in the moment as you navigated the sea of people. Every step you took, and every laugh you shared, brought you closer to each other, bridging the gap between your past and present.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading! Sorry if this is mid <\3 I have family over and school is stressing me out.

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[syrupgirl]

woah??? ur writing is legit so good??? may i please request a neteyam x human reader where the reader gets bullied a lot for being human and it’s just angsty fluff??? no rush at all, write if you want to!!

a/n: I feel so bad it took me so long to get to this💔tysm for ur compliments, darling. I hope you like it

i also wanna mention that none of this fic is not meant to hate on Neytiri in any way :’) personally i think she in completely justified in her feelings and hesitancies towards any and all humans. Reader is probably bummed out more bc they hold Neytiri in high regard and wanna be liked by her.

Transcend -Neteyam

The relationship you had with Neteyam made up part of who you were. Before your memory could serve you, nothing could seperate you from the eldest Sully child.

So close to the other that you felt like an extension of the other. You had your own notch that measured your height right next to his, you were there when he chose his Ilu, you were there when he completed his dream hunt, all of it. You had been by his side for all of it and the two of you wouldn’t have it either way.

But, no matter what, what you had with Neteyam would not change the relationships you had with other children for one specific reason, you were human. Of the same people who killed hundred upon thousands of Na’vi. No amount of friendship would change that.

And to some degree you had come to terms with that. You couldn’t change what you were so you focused on fighting for what you knew was right on the side of the people who taught you that in the first place.

You had come to terms with it, but there were days when those hushed words got to you.

Your morning had started off early, Neteyam shaking you awake shortly after eclipse had ended and snuck you out of the mountains, down into the ground. The two of you spent the morning running through shallow brooks and swinging off the highest branches of the trees. It made you feel like you were a child again, where you had done the exact same thing with the same boy until laughter left you breathless.

Now, you were back in the heart of the Hallelujah Mountains, each hauling your hunt in your shoulders.

“They’re back! They’re back!” You heard a little voice shout. Tuktirey.

Oh, how you loved that girl, you just wished you could wrap her up and carry her around with you always. Just days after her birth, you were obsessed with the baby; constantly asking Neytiri to hold her and look after her, taking her with you while you trekked with Neteyam through the forest floor.

The energy you poured over her was very much reciprocated, as Tuktuk loved you just as dearly. As soon as she learned to walk, she spent the days with you around toddling around after you and oh, it was just the sweetest thing.

“Little Tuktirey! Singing my praises as usual?”

The young one giggled in response and skipped over to you, her tail swishing behind her.

“No love for your brother, Tuk? You wound me!” Neteyam whined behind you. You laughed heartily when Tuktirey promptly ignored her big brother.

“What did you get today? Anything fancy?” She asked eagerly as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to peak at the carcass hauled.

With a huff, you and Neteyam dropped the bodies to the ground to be prepared.

“Nothing to fancy this time, sorry, Tuktuk.”

She pouted and wrapped her arms around your waist, smushing her face into your chest. You laughed again, placed your hands into her hair, and pinched her ears gently.

Tuk squealed and immediately ran away from you, probably to her other siblings. Probably Kiri.

“That is not fair, I’m her brother by blood, and she prefers you over me!” You rolled your eyes at Neteyam’s drama.

“Maybe if you were as cool as me, Neteyam, your sister would actually like you!” You sighed, putting on a fake high and mighty attitude.

“Hey- I am plenty cool!”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, skxáwng.”

“By Eywa, why do I even keep you around at this point.”

You doubled over in laughter as Neteyam began to walk away, probably to alert his parents of his return.

Sighing contentedly, you wiped your eyes that had filled with happy tears from you uncontrollable giggles and unsheathed your knife to begin the processing of the meat.

“Can you teach me?” A little voice piped up beside you. Slightly startled, you glanced down and saw little Tuk had returned to your side, a hungry gleam in her eyes, a hunger to learn.

You tapped your chin in fake thought and scrunched up your face. “I don’t know…It might be a bit hard for you…”

“It won’t be hard! I’ve seen Lo’ak and Kiri do it heaps!” She sprung up and down on her toes. “Please? I’ll do whatever you say!”

“Okay, but you have to pay attention to everything I do, clear?”

“Yep!”

-

“-and then once you have wrapped the meat, you always make sure to return all the parts you won’t use back into Eywa.”

You were surprised Tuk has stuck around this long, listening to everything you had said with rabid attention just like she said she would.

It seemed like she was having a great time; trying her hardest to copy your actions to a T and not getting discouraged when they came out a little sloppy. She had been honest when she said she wanted to learn and you had this strange sense of pride that swelled in your chest.

“Tuk, where have you been?” The voice of Neytiri cut through your thoughts and you turned around to that direction.

Stalking towards you was a very frustrated looking Neytiri and you felt a lump of nerves settle in your chest.

The woman stopped behind her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked defensive, like she was ready to fight or flee at a moment notice.

Neytiri didn’t even have to say any words, she just looked you up and down with widened eyes and puffs of air coming from her nose.

“Mama! Yn was showing me how to prepare the meat to be cooked and the…the skin to be…something-ed…” Oh dear, sweet Tuk. She was completely oblivious to the tension heavy stares that were being charged above her head and you wanted it to stay that way.

“Neytiri I apologise, I should have come to ask you first.“ You started and looked to your feet. Hoping that would show her that you didn’t want any trouble.

“You should have. You do not make decisions for my daughter.” She whispered before she gently took Tuk by the hand and walked away, supposedly back to their marui.

You felt a hot flush crawl up from your toes and all the way up to your face.

How embarrassed you felt in that moment. The last thing you had ever wanted to do was to overstep the boundaries made clear by Neytiri when it came to her children. You had no problems with them and understood why she had made them in the first place, but it didn’t make you feel any bit better about yourself when she reminded you that they were there and made to seperate you from her family.

A bit dazed, you crouched down next to one of the hides and hoisted it over your shoulder.

“Did you leave any for me?” Neteyam asked.

You jumped in fright, well you would have if you weren’t carrying such a heavy load in your shoulders.

Turning to him, you tried to release any tension you held in your face.

“I was going to, but Tuktuk wanted to learn so I used yours for that. Sorry.”

He smiled and bent down to pick up the reaming hide and came to stand next to you.

“That’s okay. It will stop her from pestering me to do it for her.”

You laughed a bit at that and the two of you started walking in the direction of the tanning tent.

“I saw that my mother spoke to you, what’d she say?” So he had seen that.

“She just came to get Tuk. Time escaped me, I didn’t realise how long it had been.” You reassured him. He hummed in response, believing your white lie.

Silence sat between you and Neteyam was the first to break it, “Do you think I will be able to convince Ni’awxtu to let me keep a whole skin?”

-

A refreshing shiver ran up your spine as you dropped your feet into the water, kicking them back and forth. The sun beamed though the foliage above, filtering into a bright green light.

Neteyam said he would be back in a minute, just going off to grab…something. Gosh, things just fell out of your head sometimes.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. If you concentrated hard enough, you could pretend that your face wasn’t shielded behind mask, that your exopack wasn’t weighing heavily on your back, that you could breath the Pandora air, fresh and unfiltered. Your brows furrow, and you try to bring yourself back to that peaceful place you were before. It always loomed in the back of your head.

It truly is a strange feeling to be brought up in a culture but still have such a clear divide. That divide isn’t a bad thing, but a thing nonetheless.

So caught up in your thoughts, you don’t hear the creeping of feet behind you, the squishing of leaves and breaking of branches.

You were suddenly, literally, yanked out of your own head and a hand reaches into your hair and pulls you back. Hard.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your precious little head? Can you still breath?” The words are far from genuine, delivered with an airy laugh to it. Clutching the back of your head, you turned around and looked up.

Behind you stood a few kids your age. Their faces were familiar but their names eluded you.

You steeled yourself. You weren’t afraid of these people. “What do you want from me?”

One of them snorts and hits his mate on the chest, encouraging her to laugh with him. She does and they share a snide chuckle. You narrowed your eyes at them and stood, still not matching their height but getting closer to it at least.

“Where is your guard, huh?” The girl asks as she stalks around you. She occasionally flicked and pulled at pieces of your clothing, including your exopack, which made your heart beat pick up more and more every time she brushed it.

“He is not my guard, I can protect myself.” You muttered.

“Even when you are so dependent on…this?”

In seconds, you felt your heart plummet to your toes.

Your exopack was suddenly ripped from your back and your mask along with it. On instinct you held the breath that was still left in your lungs, your shaking hands flew to your face. It was almost like you could feel as the blood drained from your cheeks and formed a tight ball of terror in your chest, heavy and terrifying.

The young na’vi laughed, guffawed really. As if you imminent suffocation was endlessly hilarious to them. The girl held your exopack in her hand. In her hands it looked worse for wear.

She gripped her stomach. “Not so high and mighty now?” She gasped between laughs.

“You can’t be that strong if you are so dependent on that machine to keep you alive, can you?” The boy laughed along with his friend.

Their words didn’t even make it to your brain. You entire focus was on the mask dangling uselessly in her hands. You looked up, locked eyes with the girl, and took a few steps forward.

Faster than you could blink, their laughter ceased and was replaced with their smirks again.

“Ah, ah, ah! You stay right there.” The girl tutted. “Or you won’t be getting this back anytime soon.”

Your eyes widened and your gestured to your chest and mouth. This ‘prank’ had gone too far and if you didn’t get that pack back fast- the thought just about bright tears to your eyes.

Ignoring their orders, you frantically rushed forward again and took a swing for the pack. You could feel the need to gasp for air rise; your time was running out.

“You stay in your place, tawtute” The boy snarled. He ducked behind you and looped his arms through the back of your elbows, holding you tight to his body.

You thrashed hard in his hold and clawed at any patch of skin you could reach but it was no use. He towered over you and easily trumped you in strength. At this point, you had as much hope as you did air in your lungs.

You could feel your chest burn and your heart pound. If you gave in and took a breath of the pandoran air, it would only end things faster.

By Eywa, this was such a pathetic way to die.

“Poor thing, do you want this back? Should I just give it to you?”

There was no point in answering, you just tried to plead as best as you could without words.

“Just breathe, man! C’mon just a little breath.” The boy behind you taunted.

They laughed and laughed and laughed. It bled into your ears.

Resigned to your fate, you stopped thrashing, closed your eyes, and let out the breath you had desperately been holding. And inhaled.

You probably looked like a fish out of water, gaping and gasping for a breath that wouldn’t come. The painful throb began in your temples racked up tenfold and the burning pain in your chest felt like an inferno. The teens behind you laughed and hollered and finally realised their grip on you.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, you heard the crack of your exopack hitting a rock nearby. Though, through your puffs and wheezes you could barely hair it anyway.

Your eyes fluttered and your jaw slackened. When did their jeers become so far away? And…had eclipse begun already? Delirious wonderings filled your head as your eyes rolled back into your head.

-

The first thing that returned to you was your hearing, and the first thing you heard was…begging? Albeit it was punctuated by a dreadful ringing.

It was like a whisper at first, almost like you had been plunged underwater. And whoever was on the surface was desperate to bring you back up again.

A hand slid behind your neck and lifted it slightly, slipping a strap over head. Something was pressed to your face and suddenly breathing came much easier.

As you came to you started gulping down the air and your eyes flitted open. Ah, so that was the source of the whisper-screams. You had completely forgotten about him. About Neteyam.

“-n? Yn?!” Since when were his hands on your face?

You had been rested on your back, head propped up against something hard and uncomfortable, and another exopack sat secured on your face. Confused, you brought a hand up and tapped the mask in question, not trusting your vocal chords.

Neteyam, however, looked far too frazzled to answer your questions plainly. He was sat beside you, knees in-line with your chest and his upper half leaning over you. The size difference between the two of you was apparent constantly but having him towered over you like this made you feel especially small.

“W-when I came back I couldn’t see you anywhere but then I saw your exopack on the ground,” He rambled. Concern creased his face and oh, how you wanted to smooth every wrinkle.

His rambles continued, “I ran into Norm on the w-way back and he said you forgot to grab your spare. So I grabbed it and you’re lucky I did!” You frowned; aren’t people supposed to be nice to you when you’ve hurt yourself? Why were you being scolded?

Neteyam must have noticed your pouty expressions because berating came to a halt.

“I was so worried about you…” His hand stroked your head and he frowned even harder. “What happened?”

As you recounted your story, you felt as tears welled up in your eyes once more. A dark shade settled in Neteyam’s eyes, his frown turned into a scowl.

You’re eased up against a stump of a tree and the boy takes your hand in both of hit firmly.

He looked into your eyes with a determination lit up in his.

“Yn, I swear to you that I will find who did this. They won’t go without punishment. I’ll have my dad see to it if I have to.” His fingers squeezed yours and your lips quirked despite yourself.

“I knew you would come and find me. Deep down, I knew you would.”

The resolute gleam in his eyes softened before he said, “I will always find you. No matter where you are, I will always get you back to me”.

a/n: I rushed the ending a lil but I just reallyyyy wanted this done 😍

The energy you poured over her was very much reciprocated, as Tuktuk loved you just as dearly

When she learned to walk, she spent the days with you around toddling around after you and oh, it was just the cutest thing.

“Little Tuktirey! Singing my praises as usual?”

The young one giggled in response and skipped over to you, her tail swishing behind her.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

A Chaotic Introduction - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve and Y/N have been together for a few months, the kids being friends with both of them and having no idea that they're dating. Steve finally introduces her as his girlfriend to the group and chaos ensues.

Pairings - Steve Harrington x KindaGoth!Fem! Reader

Based on this request from @afraidofshrimp

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, drug use(weed), Steve is a cutie in love

Author’s note - For the goth aspect of the reader, I was thinking more of Allison Reynolds from The Breakfast Club. Still gothic but not like anything crazy.

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Steve had been talking about this new girl he was seeing constantly. They had started dating a few months back after being introduced through Eddie. She was way out of Steve’s league but they were happy together, he couldn’t fathom how she was willing to date him, someone who was the king of Hawkins turned loser, the kind of guy to make fun of the kind of girl she was. Steve was never a bully though, he played along with Tommy and Carol but never actually went out of his way unless it was to protect someone. 

So imagine his surprise when she agreed to go on a date, and then another and then another and then finally agreeing to be his girlfriend after the third date. She loved the fact that Steve was a gentleman, that he loved her with his whole heart and cared about her more than himself. 

He was constantly rambling about her and she was constantly rambling about him. The younger teens of the group were curious about who they were both talking about, begging the couple to meet their significant others not knowing it was each other. They had agreed, Steve saying that he would introduce her at the next movie night at his house. So as the movie night approached and everyone in the group slowly filed into his house, they were getting eager to see who the mystery girl was. 

“She’s upstairs getting ready, give her a few minutes, will ya?” Steve told the kids as they pestered him as to her whereabouts. 

“Steven, how’s the relationship going? You treating her good?” Eddie questioned him.

“You know I am Munson. I’d never hurt her,” He told her best friend.

“That is the correct answer. I’ll keep the little sheep distracted for a bit so you can check on her.” Steve mouthed a thank you to the rocker before sneaking his way upstairs to his room. She was sitting on the edge of his bed with a mirror compact in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. He watched from the doorway as she lined her eyes with the black pencil, smudging it a little bit with her fingers before closing the compact and looking at her boyfriend. 

“Hi handsome! You excited for movie night?” She asked him with a smile.

“Only because you’re here. You ready to head down?” He replied with a wink as he walked towards her. She nodded causing him to hold out his hand for her to grab, helping her up off of the bed. 

“Can I get a kiss first? I’ve been neglected today,” She pouted at him causing him to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, my poor baby hasn’t gotten her kisses today. Let’s make this right.” 

Steve leaned down and kissed her deeply, making her let out a squeak of surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Just as he felt her tongue on his lips, his name was screamed out from the bottom of the stairs. “Fucking Dustin, I swear. That kid had no patience. Wait a damn minute Henderson!” He swore before shouting back at the boy. She laughed loudly, kissing his cheek before taking his hand once more. Steve stole one more little peck before guiding her to the stairs. “Go wait on the couch! You’re gonna spoil the surprise!” He scolded the younger kids. There was a collective groan before a chorus of shuffling to the living room.

The pair took their time going down the stairs, just to irk the younger ones a little more. They walked into the living room hand in hand, a dramatic gasp coming from Dustin. “I thought you and Eddie were dating! It was Steve this whole time!?” He shouted in surprise.

“Mike, you owe me 20 bucks,” Max said casually with a smirk on her face.

“Since when!? You don’t hide things from me Steve! I feel betrayed!” Dustin continued, “And you! Don’t get me started with you! It’s like seeing my sister date my brother! It’s gross!”

“Eww Dustin! Never say that again! I’m gonna puke,” Y/N complained.

“Wait a second, why aren’t you surprised?” Dustin pointed at Eddie with an interrogative look on his face.

“Because I set them up. Of course I’m not surprised. Harrington is just her type and princess is just his type. Perfect couple right there, all thanks to me,” Eddie bragged with a proud gleam in his eye.

The couple listened to everyone bicker back and forth about keeping secrets and lying, slowly backing out of the room and towards the back door. They escaped without notice, finding peace outside in the cold winter air. Her free hand dug into her pocket, searching around before pulling out quickly with a proud smile. Between her black manicured fingers was a rolled joint. “I rolled it when I was hiding upstairs, you wanna share?”

Steve pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicking the ignitor until a flame appeared. Y/N held the joint to her lips as Steve lit the tip, inhaling the smoke, letting it sit in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She held the joint out to Steve who took a hit from the joint in her hand. Even outside they could still hear the arguing of the rest of the group but they were just enjoying each other’s company. Ignoring the noise coming from inside and focusing on each other. 

[tinfairies]

Just imagine corrupting teenage Aegon and Aemond.

Being a slightly older maid, maybe by 5 years.

Shout-out to my discord for the help

Aegon

Aegon is already wanting to rebel.

He's already starting to drink heavily and perv on the other maids.

He just needs an extra shove, to fully be able to never come back from the deep end. Luckily you're there to push him.

Get into his head, control him through sex. Pour him his wine at dinner, his cup will never be empty.

Help him into bed when he's piss drunk, rubbing his back while he falls asleep.

Sit on the edge of the tub when he bathes, help him wash himself. Fist his cock in the water and make him beg to cum.

Making him cry the first time you fuck him. You've brought him poppy and gotten him drunk. It's the first time his cock has ever been in a woman and he cums quickly, but you keep going. His sensitive cock throbbing as he cums again and again.

He hurts so bad and begs you to stop, he's sobbing, but you don't. If he really wanted you to quit he'd push you off.

He gets addicted to your cunt quickly. Wanting to feel like he did the first time. Always chasing that high.

He loves sucking at your tits for comfort, he has a habit of trying to pull your bodice down in public though. He gets spanked for that later.

He turns into your sweet little boy, even if he acts out a lot. Aegon always comes running to you with his problems.

Confiding in you about how unfair it is that he's going to be made king when he's older.

Try and get into his head, convince him that the throne is a good thing. How the power he'll hold will feel better than all the drugs and alcohol.

Aemond

Now Aemond on the other hand is a little harder to manipulate. He is a mama's boy so you'd need to get him to see that you're the better female influence in his life.

Praise everything he does, tell him how good he is at sparring. How good his Valyrian is coming along. Slowly start making comments on his physique, how he's getting taller and how his muscles are growing.

Comfort him when his brother and nephews bully him. Run your fingers through his hair, kiss his forehead.

Tell him how he doesn't deserve the abuse, and that he should do something about it. Get into his head, then slowly into his bed.

Be gentle, very gentle. You can't risk scaring him off. It will be a long time before he actually gets to fuck you. It's a lot of dry humping, whining and orgasm denial.

He takes after his brother, finding comfort in sucking your tits. He will never embarrass you in public though, when he wants you he gives you this look. A sad little kitten kind of look.

Bathe him, dress him, fix his hair. Fill Alicent's place of mother.

Especially after he loses his eye, you're the only one he'll let change his bandages. Kiss his wounds and tell him you'll always love him.

When his pain gets too much and he asks for his mother, tell him that Alicent is busy and comfort him yourself.

When his eye heals, suggest he place a sapphire orb in the socket. It matches his other eye, and shows that he has wealth.

When he claims Vhagar and gets more confident, make a comment to another maid "Now that he has a dragon he doesn't need me anymore." making sure he hears.

He'll be on his knees that night, begging you not to leave and that he will always need you.

Plant the idea in his mind that no woman would ever love him because of his looks. He's maimed and horrifying to look at. But not you, you don't run because you've known him for so long. You've seen him whole, you know his personality and how any woman would be lucky to have him.

Of course you're the only woman who'd see that.

[oreolemur]

Regret- Sukuna Fanfic

Sitting in the front of the classroom, Yuji Itadori never went a day in his High School life without falling victim to your torture. He never said a word to you, nor anyone in fact. He stuck to himself, avoiding any type of conflict that happened. You didn’t have a good reason to bully him, but his coward-like aura attracted you. Everyday, he put up with your assaults. He was good at keeping his emotions stable. He was sweet, but it was all an act. There was something inside of him that wanted you to pay, to hurt, and to suffer. It was a never ending bickering between Itadori and his curse. No one knew about Sukuna, and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how many times you hurt him, Yuji wanted to protect you, but lately, his tolerance began to fade. He wasn’t capable of hurting anyone, let alone a girl. Your bullying tactics became too much for him, causing him to cough up blood, and even pass out occasionally. 

Angered, he planned to get his revenge. Nothing too harmful, but just enough to convince you to leave him alone. Yuji followed you into the locker room after your soccer practice. His curse, Sukuna, supported his idea. “About time you have some fun. Show that bitch who’s boss”. 

He watched and waited until you were vulnerable enough to attack. He carried a knife with him, in case things didn’t go well. “Hopefully, I won’t have to use this”, he glared at it in his hand. Days prior to this, he was so sure that he was ready. Ready to hurt you, to mess with you as you did him. Yuji felt as if he reached his limit. He saw you undress, knowing you were alone and that you were at his mercy. However, he was beginning to chicken out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She has her back turned. Go in, now”, Sukuna said. Walking away, you headed towards the shower room. “Stop being a pussy and go!”. The boy’s heart pounded, making him turn around to run away. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it”, he cried. Before he stepped foot out the exit, Sukuna took the opportunity to switch. “If you won’t do it, I will”. He tightened his grip around the knife, grinning at the thought of him hurting you.

Turning off the water, you reached over to grab your towel. “You won’t be needing that”, a voice said. Looking over your shoulder, you saw who you thought was Yuji. “What the fuck? Get out!”, you shouted. Sukuna stood behind the shower’s divider, “Why? Can’t a guy enjoy some nudity”. You were caught off guard by the deepness of his tone. The black markings on his face and arms also caught your attention. “What happened to your face? And why are you here? Is this some lame attempt to make me afraid of you?”, you scoffed.

Wrapping up, you grabbed your things, proceeding to walk out. “Next time think of a better plan”, you stared at him as you went by. Before making it pass, Sukuna took hold of your arm, “That mouth of yours, fix it, or I’ll fix it for you”. The two of you side-eyed each other. You dropped your toiletry bag, swinging your arm to hit his face,“Who the fuck-”. Using his speed, Sukuna stopped you. “I’m warning you right now, act stupid and I will break you”. Irritated, you ignored his words, lifting your leg to kick him.

“Women”, he sucked his teeth, grabbing your leg, making you fall. Your back hit the floor hard, gasping as you attempt to sit up. Sukuna pushed you back down with his foot, placing it on your neck. He watched you struggle, adding pressure to your throat. “Apologize”, he demanded. Clawing at his calf, you refused. “Eat shit, bitch”. He raised an eyebrow, enjoying how much you were begging for him to hurt you more. “Get off me now, or I’ll make you regret it”, you threatened. Sukuna smiled, moving his foot. He stood back, allowing you to get up.

“Apologize”, he repeated. Flicking him off, he angrily punched you in the stomach. “See, usually I would’ve cut your finger off, but I’m feeling a little nice today”. He kicked you over and over again. The white floor tiles began to stain with your blood. Sukuna stopped for a brief moment, observing your nude figure. “Change of plans, Yuji”, he thought.

Unbuckling his belt, he bent down, taking a fist full of your hair. Your mouth was bloody, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Since you want to open your mouth so much, why not put it to good use”. He slid his boxers down, letting his cock spring up. Surprised, you tried to pull away. “Stop fighting. As a woman it’s your job to please me”. He pushed your head down towards his shaft, but you kept your mouth shut. “The one time I want you to open up and you keep it closed”, he pinched your nose. Fighting back, you tried your hardest not to give in. “Stop being so stubborn”, he gritted.

Your body began to jerk, forcing you to open your mouth. Before you could take a breath, Sukuna shoved himself inside. “Think of it as a lollipop. Only this time, you have to suck the whole thing”. His thrusts were hard, making your nose hit his pelvis. “It’s not fun being a victim is it?”, the curse laughed. He felt you gagging on his cock, pleasuring him even more. He fucked your throat more instensely, working to get his orgasm. “As a thank you, I’ll give you a little gift”. He held your head in place, releasing his cum. “Swallow every last drop”. You struggled to keep the warm liquid in. Your cheeks swell as you try to hold it. Letting go, Sukuna pulled out, fixing his pants. You took the chance to spit out his cum, attempting to escape. 

“What a waste”, he sighed, throwing Yuji’s knife at your back. “Fuck!”, you yelled. Desperately reaching to get the weapon, Sukuna grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you. He stomped on your back, resting his foot on you. Pissing him off, he yanked both of your limbs, dislocating them. Your painful cries filled the room. He bent down to get the knife, throwing it aside. “All you had to do was swallow. You’re more hard headed than I thought”. He dropped your arms, grabbing your waist to flip you over.

Looking into your eyes, Sukuna became aroused by your tearful face. He wanted to hurt you more, to hear you scream, and make you beg. He right hooked your face, laughing at the blood you spat out. He continued, watching your eyes slowly close. Sukuna stopped, “I’m not done with you”. Using his healing ability, he reversed some of the damage, only to give you more suffering.

Once you were awake and able to move, it was too late for you to run. Sukuna used Yuji’s belt as a restraint around your wrist. Your back was arched and your knees sore. “Doggy style suits a bitch like you”, the King of curses sent a hard slap to your damp ass. He slid two of his fingers in you, thrusting it gently for good measure. You heard him chuckle, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. With one push, he penetrated your walls, enjoying how tight you were. He used your waist for support, fucking you roughly. Your pussy couldn’t adjust to his size, “P-please”, you uttered. Sukuna ignored you. “Y-Yuji. I-I’m sorry”. You wailed against the cold floor, feeling weak. The harder Sukuna went, the more your cervix began to break.

You begged and apologized repeatedly, catching the curse’s attention. Stopping, he turned you over on your back. “Repeat that”, he demanded. He spread your legs, putting them both over his shoulders. “I’m sorry”, you cried. He grinned at your pathetic apology, “You're sorry?”. You shook your head,”Y-yes”. He leaned into you, making himself go deeper. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest.

“For what exactly?”, he grunted. You felt his breath hit the side of your neck. “B-bullying you”. Sukuna still wasn’t satisfied,”Tell me more”. He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What did you do? Why are you apologizing?”. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, you finally noticed that it wasn’t Yuji you were talking to. “I-I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for calling you names and beating you. I’m-”. Sukuna’s slow hard thrust, cut you off. “Don’t stop”, he ordered. “I’m sorry for making you bleed and pass out. I promise I’ll leave you alone”. Believing you, he climaxed, allowing every drop of him to spill inside of your womb.

He undid the restraints, walking away to dress himself. He left you on the floor, sore and in pain. “Did you have to be that rough with her?”, Yuji asked. Sukuna looked back at you and smirked. “At least she won’t mess with you again”.

[straberrycore]

Crummy B-day

Henry bowers x popular fem reader

(❗️Warning❗️: mention of violence/domestic violence/domestic abuse/ cussing)

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“Happy birthday y/n” your friends shouted. You stood there at your locker smiling ear to ear as your friends had a cupcake on a plastic plate in your face with a plastic candle. On it was a plastic fake flame on top it was cute and sweet.

You closed your eyes and pretended to blow the candle out you opened your eyes and your friend Octavia hugged you putting the cupcake in your hands as your other friend took a picture of you two pulling the captured moment out of the camera and waving it to see the result.

You were so happy. The day started so well that your dad let you open one gift this morning at breakfast and said you could open the rest of your gifts at your birthday party.

You couldn’t stop smiling at your beautiful bracelet as you walked through the school doors only to have a happy greeting as everyone you walked past wished you a happy birthday.

It was the best feeling but in the back of your mind you kept wondering…

Why hasn’t Henry wished you happy birthday ❓

You and Henry’s relationship was secret but you still expected him to leave a little note in your locker or meet you in a private area and wish you happy birthday like a good boyfriend.

But the day has just begun and he probably wasn’t even at school yet so you brushed it off and enjoyed your cupcake as you and your friends walked to class.

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you finished your cupcake and was in your seat talking with your friends till Octavia looked at the door with concern and confusion.

So you turned around too see poor Stanley Uris with the school nurse and tissues up his nose and you just knew Henry and the rest of the bowers gang was behind it.

You were sad to see Stanley like that but a little excited to know Henry finally showed up to school

You don’t know what it was about Henry but you just wanted to smother him in love and be around him. His life seemed so interesting when he wasn’t bullying kids in and out of school

He doesn’t know what it is you find so exciting about him always saying that there’s nothing too him and you can admit sometimes when your hanging around him and the rest of the gang it is really boring.

But just being around him was the excitement for you

Your life was more boring than his in your opinion all you did was hang out with friends and go to the arcade, the candy shop, and church. Other than that you did. Nothing. He was your way of spicing up the boring routine.

but you knew Henry wasn’t like any other typical boyfriend so when it came to him you had to keep the kisses and cuddles down to a minimum.

But Just after the nurse sat Stanley down in his seat and asked him an additional time was he okay he nodded his head and she walked out of the class but just walking past her was Henry I kept a calm face but in reality I just wanted to go up and kiss him.

Thats how you always felt but as usual you had to keep your cool.

Only the bowser gang and Octavia knew you guys were in a secret relationship and teased you guys about it all the time either that or Patrick would be begging you to hook him up with one of your friends specifically Octavia he liked how feisty she was.

And the only thing Octavia had to say about patrick was “hell no” she practically yelled it when you first said it. you just told him she had a boyfriend

Being in a secret relationship was hard at times like having to hold your tongue when you would hear girls talking bad about him in the locker room

You don’t know how you and him got together and you know you guys are total opposites but as they say opposites attract.

You watched as he and the boys walked to the back of the class and sat in their seats Henry was laughing at something one of them said then turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

You smiled at him But you were taken aback when he glanced at you and turned back around

“Ouch, trouble in paradise huh” Octavia asked you turned around “I don’t know I’ll talk to him later” you stated

You faced to the front when you heard the teacher walk in “good morning class todoy we will be diving in to the history of the Great War” she said with a big smile on her face

Everyone gave out a group groan caused by the news

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As the class ended you went outside to see the guys walking down the Hall you already new where they were going so you followed

They were going into the direction of the back where kids would smoke in the back of the school

Henry taught you how to smoke or at least inhale smoke he would take a puff and blow the smoke in your mouth that how you guys had your first kiss

Just sitting in an abandoned car out there while the rest Of the guys were messing with shit. he inhaled then grabbed your face and blew the smoke in your mouth and told you to hold it so you did

And while you did he was looking at you and not like he usually did he was looking at you like he was thinking of something “what” you said letting the smoke go he then kissed you.

He kissed rough and also like he didn’t know what he was doing he was kinda aggressive he had his hand around your neck pulling you close and kissing like a had something to prove.

You just pulled away and he looked at you like he knew he did something wrong “try this” you said and put your arms around his neck and kissed him softly and slowly letting your lips linger on his letting your lips touch and rub against each other’s before going in again.

It was much better and you could tell he liked your way much more. he put his hands on your waist and pulled you in You rubbed one of your hands through his mullet and grabbed his hair lightly tugging on it You could tell he liked it When he moaned in the kiss and tugged on your dress.

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just as you started to catch up you yelled Henry’s name only to be ignored. you thought he didn’t hear you. so for extra measure you yelled his name again

This time so loud that when you did a couple people stared at you But just as before he ignored you .and you know he heard you.

You walked away back down the hall your cheeks hot from embarrassment caused by a few people looking at you from Henry not answering you.

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It was finally last hour and you couldn't wait to get out of school so you could find Henry and tell him off.

You were totally pissed at him. all day he has been ignoring and not saying a thing.

It hurt your feelings of not knowing if you did something wrong or if he just didn't like you anymore.

But you were completely caught off guard when you finally got to belches car Henry turned around and put a piece of duck tape on your Mouth and Patrick put a blind fold on you.

It’s been 14 minutes since the he bowers gang kidnapped you. The car was kinda silent the boys only breaking the silence with little snickering.

There you laid in the back seat with Henry your head resting in his lap as he played with your hair you knew it was him because you recognized his smell you had gotten used to his drug store soap smell.

You stayed silent trying to feel the way the car turned and moved so you could know were to go when you finally got out. it was a crazy idea but you have heard of people doing that in kidnap situation’s. hopefully you can remember.

Once the car finally stopped Henry pulled you up and helped you out of the car. once you were finally on your feet you were off them again you felt someone pick you up bridal style and start walking.

you couldn’t tell where you were all you heard was multiple sounds of leaves crunching as they were walking. You closed your eyes listening to the bird chirping.

You mixed those two sounds together and estimated that you were probably in the woods. You were starting to get a little scared you never knew what to expect with the bowers gang. Your head slowly started to fill with scary thoughts.

“Are they going to kill me ?”

“ are they going to get rid of me on my birthday ?”

“Henry wouldn’t let that happen… would he?”

You were pulled out of your deep thought when you were put back on the ground you stayed silent as someone sat you down in a chair.

You started to breath heavy as it got very quiet and all you could hear was whispers your brain started to panic. were they going to hurt you?

All of a sudden the bandanna over eyes was pulled off it took you a minute to adjust to the sun light but when you finally got your vision back you heart started to swell and your eyes got very watery.

“You guys shouldn’t have” you said to the boys as you started to stand up on your feet you looked around to see balloons and birthday decorations all around the abandoned junk yard where the boys hung out at.

“Happy birthday y/n” the boys said all together you couldn’t believe they did this for you. Your smile was from ear to ear.

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There you sat in the back of an old rusty truck with Henry your head on his shoulder the rest of the boy were off some where playing with fire crackers. you looked up at Henry as he took a bite out of the birthday cake they got you He then looked down at you staring at him “what the fuck are staring at me for” he said with an annoyed tone “I’m just happy” you said simply he rolled his eyes and kept eating his cake.

You grabbed his face turning it to yours and kissed him on the lips you pull away till Henry grabbed your neck and pulled you back in kissing you roughly

locking eyes with his he had no expression but his face was as red as a tomato. You went back to laying on his shoulder till he got up.

“Come with me” he said you stood up and walked over to where he was “close your eyes” You did as he said and closed your eyes “now open them”

You did as he said again and when you opened your eyes there was a beautiful necklace around your neck it have a silver chain and on the end was a big blue diamond on it.

It was absolutely gorgeous but you knew Henry couldn’t afford something this expensive. “Henry be completely honest with me. Did you steal this?” You truly did like it but it was wrong to wear a stolen piece of jewelry.

“yeah I stole it for you I knew you would want some fancy piece of shit like that so when I saw it I knew I had to get it for you” It was so sweet that Henry thought of you like that but your parents would be so mad if they knew you had stolen jewelry on

“Henry this was so sweet of you truly but i cant wear stolen jewelry” you said looking at the beautiful diamond it was a shame something so pretty had to go right back to where it came from .

“Yes, you can just don’t wear it for a while. The police are still looking for who stole it” Patrick said you turned around and looked at him in annoyance. He had cake smeared all over his mouth you turned around back a Henry who was amused by Patrick’s cake face.

You started to look around at all the decorations then you looked back at Henry “Look I’ll let it go you went through a lot of trouble to make this a great birthday for me”

Henry put his arms around your waist placing his hands on your ass (their favorite place to go) you grabbed his face and gave him soft kisses on his lips, which somehow turned into sloppy rough kisses.

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“Where have you been young lady?,” your dad said as you walked through the front door at 6:00 and school got out hours ago “Um my friends held a little party at a diner for my birthday and after we went to the arcade I'm sorry dad I truly lost track of time”

Hanging out with Henry truly turned you into a better liar. that was a full-blown lie with a sprinkle of truth you did have a little party with friends but after Belch dropped you and Henry off at his house.

But your dad doesn't need to know you just had the sweatiest, hottest most tear-jerking, rough sex of your life in Henry's dad's old abandoned truck in his back yard. You're taking that to the grave. after you call Octavia and tell her every little detail Of course.

“Ok thats nice but we were truly worried about you” Your mom said you looked down trying to look sad “ I know mom that's truly a mistake on my part for not calling you” you said putting your hand on your chest for effect.

“Ok just make sure to call next time. Now go upstairs and get washed up so we can sing Happy Birthday and cut this cake”

You rushed upstairs and took a mini shower examining yourself in the mirror and looking at the hickeys on your neck and body, the nail indents on your hips were Henry's hand where when you were riding him. Just thinking. About it was like a dream but you knew it happened

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Once you got out the shower you put some clothes on and before you went back downstairs you hid the necklace and the hickeys Henry gave you. Once you were done you headed downstairs only to be greeted by your mom holding a cake with the candles lit and the lights were out and your whole family was singing happy birthday.

After the day you had it truly was a happy birthday.

[jungle-angel]

Three's Company But Four Is The Best Crowd (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You and Calvin were not expecting to take on a new member of the family at all, but in the end, it was the best decision you had ever made

Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse My dear, I hope this brightens the day a little bit, I hope it's not too much but it's something

"So technically he didn't get the question wrong but they whacked him on it anyways," Calvin rattled off as you and him walked up the street with Ellen in her little stroller and Six-Thirty on his leash.

"Are you serious?" you asked him. "Why? Arnie is one of your smartest students."

"Because he screwed up one of the formulas for balancing a reaction in a base compound and it ended with making a substance that smelled like a noxious fart," Calvin chuckled.

"So that's who the stinkbomb culprit was!" you blurted out. "I knew it!"

"I kept telling Arnie that he's gonna have to start a stinkbomb business," Calvin chuckled. "He might even end up getting a contract from the Secretary of Defense if he's lucky."

Your laughter was suddenly interrupted when something darted around the hedgerows, startling the both of you and Six-Thirty who began barking. To your amazement, it was a frightened little cocker spaniel with curly ears and a squished little nose. She whimpered and whined, pawing at both you and Calvin, begging as though she were in danger of something.

"What in the blue hell is this?" Calvin wondered.

From around the corner you could hear the shouts of miscreants and a familiar one at that, Frieda Burns's grandsons, Dean and Ritchie. They came around the corner with the rest of their neighborhood bullies but stopping dead in their tracks when they saw Calvin and you standing nearby.

"Where's that dog?" Dean demanded.

"Yeah where'd it go?" Ritchie cut in.

"I don't think you two little shitheads deserve to know," Calvin answered coldly.

"Listen Calvin," Ritchie spat.

"That's Mr. Evans to you, you little twerps," Calvin reminded them sharply. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners and respect for your elders?"

"Ma doesn't care what we do," Dean retorted.

"Yeah," said Ritchie.

You and Calvin both glanced at each other before turning your attention back to the boys. "Oh," Calvin said. "Well in that case perhaps we ought to tell someone else then. (Y/n) what do you think?"

"Oh certainly," you answered. "The last thing I'd want is for Father McDowell to find out about this little incident."

Both Ritchie and Dean swallowed hard, their little adam's apples bobbing in their throats. Every neighborhood bully feared the fiery Irish Catholic priest who ran both St. Mary's church and his end of the block like a Navy ship. More than once a big, tough bully had the gall to act up in front of the good father, only to be met with a birch rod on his backside.

"What in the damned hell is all that yellin fer?!" thundered a voice from behind the hedgerows. "Blast it! Can't a man work in 'is own bloody garden in peace?!"

"Shit! It's him!"

"Run for it!"

Six-Thirty barked and growled at them as they ran away, tugging at his leash and wanting nothing more than to go after them. "Go get'em boy!" Calvin ordered.

He loosed Six-Thirty from his leash, the dog taking off like a bullet as Father McDowell continued to thunder a string of obscenities from behind the hedgerows. The other bullies had scattered, but Six-Thirty had returned chasing Dean and Ritchie back up the block, the two of them clutching their backsides to keep from getting bitten before running smack into the priest.

"Well, well, what've we here?" Father McDowell chuckled icily. "Jest as I suspected, Dean'n Ritchie Burns. What'd ye two get into this time now eh? Breakin the windas down at Mr. Kennedy's lunch counter again are ye?"

The boys tried to make an excuse as Father McDowell grabbed ahold of each of their ears, the priest's wrath incurred even further when he caught sight of the frightened little spaniel.

"Oh-ho!" he concluded. "Chasin a stray were yas? Jest like your miserable excuse of a father and uncle ye are."

"Go to hell!" the boys shouted.

"Now don't ye gimme that!" the priest snapped. "I ever hear it outta either o' yer mouths again, I'll string ye both up by the balls by thunder! Now get yer skeeter bitten carcasses home to yer mudder!"

Dean and Ritchie took off, both terrified of their ordeal. Father McDowell gave a bullish snort as soon as they were out of earshot. "Detestable little piss worms," he hissed under his breath.

"Sorry to ruin your afternoon Padre," Calvin laughed.

"Bah!" Father McDowell said with a wave of his hand. "T'weren't nothin. Makes fer an interestin breakup in the mundane of it I always say. Now why don't the two of ye come into the garden fer a bit, Helen'll be home soon."

"I think we'll have to save it for another day Padre," you said. "We weren't counting on any of this."

Father McDowell tried to pet the poor little cocker but she backed away, a high pitched whine catching in her throat. "Poor little thing," he sighed. "I've seen'er down by Kennedy's lunch counter."

"Any chance the vet's office is open?" Calvin asked.

"Nah," Father McDowell said. "Last I saw they close 'round suppertime. Best bet would be for'er to go home with ye and go in the mornin."

You and Calvin scooped up the little dog and bid Father McDowell farewell before heading for home. You both thought it a little odd and funny that she refused to leave Six-Thirty's side, the same going for your beloved companion.

Back to the house you went where Pat and Henny were out on the front porch, waiting for Henny's husband Paul, to close up his barbershop and bring the girls back from her sister's house.

"You two are back early," Pat remarked.

"And it looks like they brought a little friend with'em," Henny laughed, setting her glass of peach lemonade down on the porch table.

"Funny story Henny," you chuckled, lifting Ellen from her stroller.

"Oh honey I heard it all," Henny laughed. "Marshall came runnin all the way back from the store and he could hear the good father givin the Burns boys hell."

You and Calvin went into the house to get Ellen settled and dinner ready, hoping that Henny and Paul would stay with their granddaughters. You found an extra one of Six-Thirty's food bowls and filled it with a little bit of food, the little cocker eagerly coming to eat and gobbling up her foot as though she hadn't eaten in years.

Sure enough, Paul came by with his and Henny's two youngest granddaughters, Betsy and Ruby, the four of them staying for dinner. By the time they had left, you and Calvin noticed Six-Thirty and his new little friend, laying together on his bed cushion near the window, neither of them wanting to get up as he lay his head on top of hers.

You had just given Ellen her bath while Calvin was reading to her from her little bedtime storybook, gently rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in her nursery. By the time she had been tucked in and had fallen asleep, you peeked back downstairs to find your two canine companions fast asleep.

"That is the oddest sight I have ever seen," you chuckled.

"Who would have ever thought that Six-Thirty would find a mate?" Calvin remarked, smiling broadly.

"Well, you and I found each other so it's not entirely out of the ordinary," you said.

Calvin pressed a kiss to your forehead and several down the side of your head and cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know she's gonna need a dog license, papers and a collar and her tags."

"We can do all that tomorrow," you laughed.

You and Calvin turned in for the night, eager to officially welcome your new little friend into the family.

[tokkias]

nalu as childhood friends headcanons? because you’re full of knowing and being right :)

omg anon you know what. ur so right, i am /j.

i just assumed modern au and then went wacko crazy with that. hope that is okay <3 all due credit to @nalunalu because she is half of my brain and came up with a lot of these.

they are very, very unlikely best friends because they live in very different parts of town and in very different socioeconomic situations

they get seated next to each other in elementary and little unmedicated-for-his-adhd natsu will not stop trying to talk to her

lucy was such a teachers pet and always the smartest in her classes so other students tended to resent/bully her

natsu was the first person to ever be friendly to her that didn't have ulterior motives (getting answers to their homework)

after that lucy just sort of sticks to his side every time they go for recess because otherwise she would be stuck by herself

natsu doesn't really mind it but as soon as lucy offers him a snack from her lunch and he never leaves her alone after that. they are best friends now in his eyes

when he meets her for the first time, igneel is very endeared towards lucy

jude. does not feel the same about natsu

he tolerates natsu being around because he's always been around, and layla liked him a lot when she was alive

they had their first kiss (sort of) in middle school because natsu was running and not looking where he was going until someone shouted out that lucy was in his way and he turned his head just in time for their lips to touch before he barreled her over

lucy is mortified, insists that this does not count and tells natsu he is not allowed to tell anyone ever

natsu honours her request but lucy is awkward about it for like a week and cannot look him in the eye even though he doesn't get what the big deal is

going into high school they both know that they're going to be separated because lucy is going to be sent to a private school while natsu can only afford going to a public school

lucys begs and begs and begs some more to be sent to public school but jude will not budge

natsu does not want to be separated. he pretty much sees going with her as his only option so he works his ass off for a sports scholarship

lucy tutors him for the entrance exam and then proceeds to tutor him throughout high school so he can keep his scholarship

natsu plays every sport under the sun and lucy goes to all of his games

similarly, lucy plays the violin (though not of her own volition) and natsu comes to all of her recitals

jude assumes that they'd grow apart as they got older but they didn't. if anything they're closer in their teenage years

jude starts forbidding natsu from coming over when they're teens because he doesn't like the idea of lucy being alone in her room with a boy, it doesn't matter that they've known each other for years

this sparks the beginning of a rebellious streak where lucy will either sneak natsu in or she'll stay with natsu and lie about staying with levy or erza

natsu walks her home every day even though they live nowhere close to each other

when lucy swears not to tell a soul, natsu doesn't count. he knows everything lucy knows and nothing ever leaves their little bubble

natsu hears a lot of gossip because people just assume he's not listening when he is. anything he thinks lucy would be interested in he immediately tells her

he doesn't care for gossip but lucy does and he thinks it's funny when she gasps and gets over dramatic about finding out things

natsu has so many pictures from their childhood together and he frequently goes through them and sends pictures of any of the ones lucy looks stupid/funny/bad in and sends them to her without context

no guy ever dares to ask lucy out because they either think she's dating natsu or they're afraid of what he'd do to them if they did

he has made it very clear that anyone who hurts lucy will get hurt by him

their real first kiss happens in high school because lucy is all woe-is-me about not having her first kiss and natsu reminds her that they did technically kiss in middle school

after a lot of arguing about if that kiss counted or not, they kiss for real, just to see what the fuss is about

natsu only ever goes to school events at lucy's insistence

if she's not going he isn't either because he basically just sticks by her side at all times

lucy has a hidden spot in the library that she goes to whenever she's feeling down

no one but natsu knows it exists and if he can't find her he knows that's where she is

he always goes to her because he doesn't like her being sad on her own

sometimes they chat, sometimes she doesn't want to talk so they just sit in silence together and they're both okay with that

[refiwrites]

Hey There, Maximoff

Pairing: Will Byers x GN! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: It's Halloween night and things go for the unexpected as Will encounters another episode, but as if it was a miracle, a kid in a Scarlet Witch costume comes to his aid.

WC: 2.4k

Warning/s: bullying, anxiety mentions, mike being rude (only for a little bit), lmk if i missed anything!

Note: aaaaa will byers and marvel? sign me up <33

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

The faint sounds of cicadas were no match for the busy streets in Hawkins, littered with children and teens alike, carrying each their Halloween baskets with the mission to get candy from every neighborhood in town.

Every step you’d take you’ll hear a joyous “Happy Halloween!” followed by getting their baskets shoved with different kinds of chocolates and candy.

And you were one of them. Smiling as you said your thanks, you walked away, wanting to go to the next of many houses.

Everybody had their costumes on, some you could recognize were in horror movies, some were heroes, and some were even dressed up as aliens and animals.

You however, had taken the decision to dress up as the Scarlet Witch.

You had this plan for the longest time, even begging your parents to let you get the materials so you could start working even before Halloween.

They agreed, and soon enough your efforts paid off.

You grinned at the people who gave you whole-hearted compliments on your costume, as well as you giving theirs.

Though with all the kids around, your eyes caught on a group, specifically dressed as the Ghostbusters as they laughed and complained about the cheap candy they got.

Your attention, however, seemed to focus on the one that held the huge camera.

He was the only one who rarely smiled, it seemed like something was off about him. That is until they came across another house, who had just been visited by other teens.

That’s also when you heard them shout something you didn’t expect.

It started when they lunged up on him repeatedly saying words along the lines of:

“Watch it, zombie boy!”

“Freak!”

“Weirdo’s come out to play, huh?!”

Then there was another one in a clown costume that took the final blow at him.

“Boo!”

Sending the boy flat on the ground along with his camera a few inches away, your senses suddenly became alert. It didn’t matter what they were shouting at him, the only thing on your mind was to help him.

The thing was, you hesitated. You saw him look around, but his look felt like he was in a whole new place he could wholeheartedly recognize, and it scared him.

Everybody seemed to mind their own businesses, his friends long forgotten about him as he shakily stood up.

You still held your ground, watching. Maybe he didn’t need your help, maybe he was only shaken up a bit and he’ll be fine.

But his body language compelled otherwise. He looked to be saying something as he started walking away, lost in the familiar streets of Hawkins.

Then he looked up, up at the sky. His shoulders suddenly seemed heavy as it heaved with every breath he took.

You looked at where he was glancing at, but nothing was out of the ordinary, it was bright out, filled with stars and clouds brushing the sky.

Then you glanced down and he was running in the opposite direction from where his friends were, camera forgotten on the cement ground.

“Hey, hey!” You began to shout, but the distance was too far away from him to even hear you, it only earned you a few weird looks.

You shake your head, deciding to finally take matters in your own hands as his friends were too busy getting their treats.

Running, you grabbed the camera and watched as he dipped below somewhere. You ran towards him, the weight of the camera slightly keeping you off balance as you ran for him.

You were met with stairs headed downwards and what looked to be an entrance of a basement. You looked back to see if any of his friends had seen what happened, but no one followed you nor him.

“Hey? Excuse me you dropped your camera…” You said in hopes of a friendly introduction.

You slowly stepped down, not wanting to alert the boy further. You could see the slight outline of his shadow. Finally reaching him, you were now suddenly unsure of what to do.

He was curled up, arms hugging his knees as his foot tapped alternatively, his eyes shut as if he was in some kind of nightmare.

He was muttering some words you couldn’t quite make out.

“Are you al- Ah!!“ You carefully placed a hand on his shoulder but that action only surprised him as he let out a gasp of surprise as you did as well, his hand shooting up to grip your wrists as his eyes were suddenly blown wide.

He looks around frantically, failing to catch his breath.

“Calm down, hey, calm down you’re fine! You’re okay!” You tried your best attempt at comforting someone you didn’t even know.

He didn’t answer, he gave only a distant look as he shivered, blinking a few times as his grip on you tightened every few seconds.

You were beginning to feel scared yourself, what if his friends came now and probably blamed you for what’s happening to their friend?

Then you remembered the breathing technique you have thought yourself whenever times get too rough. You hoped this would somehow work on this boy.

“Okay, okay let’s do something different- uh okay… why don’t you look at me, okay? Look at me.” You said even though you were nervous yourself. Gladly, the boy seemed to listen as his eyes locked onto yours so suddenly.

You opened your mouth and mimicked breathing. “Okay, follow me.. Okay? Breathe in in 3, 2, 1..okay good..” You say, breathing in, to your surprise it looked like he was following it. Thank heavens.

“Now, breathe out with me okay? In 1, 2, 3…” Breathing out, you continued.

The first few minutes helped with his shivering, then as more minutes passed by, he began to take control of his breath as his grip on your wrist loosened.

“Wh- where- am I? Wh- where’s-“ Will tried to speak.

Before thinking of it, you were already reaching out for your bag, thankful for the bottle of water your mom packed you with.

“Okay, try having a drink first then talk?” You offered as he took it, swallowing down half the water as he let out a relieved sigh after.

Only then Will finally came to his senses. He looked at you, then at your costume.

“You’re Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff.” He spoke akin to someone in awe.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, nodding. Tilting your head, you pointed at his name tag on his costume.

“And you, you must be Egon Spengler, am I right?” You teased.

“Yeah, I- I am.” He replied shyly.

“Your costume’s cool.” He compliments after a moment of silence between the two of you.

“I’ll have you know I’ve made it myself.” You proudly responded with a smile. “Preparing all these months just to use it in one day may not be as bad as I thought it would be..”

Will had found himself looking at you with a funny feeling in his heart.

“But that backpack of yours! It’s so cool! And you even have all the little details on it!” It was Will’s turn to blush.

“Thank you…”

“Oh and before I forgot!” You exclaimed, holding his camera up to face him. “You dropped this, I couldn’t leave it alone in the street, for sure your parents would be telling you off all night.”

Will nods, completely forgetting about the camera, but hey, at least he won’t suffer his mom and possibly Bob’s wrath, although he thinks he’d get a mouthful from Jonathan for losing such a valuable camera.

“I completely forgot about that, hopefully I’ve done a good job at documenting our trick or treating tonight, Bob won’t stop reminding me to record everything, he says its for the “memories”.” Will says.

You roll your eyes “I’m sure you did! Gotta admit that thing is more heavier than it looks, how did you manage to keep a straight angle!” You joked.

Will laughed with you, “That’s what we’re supposed to find out, I guess.”

Then you heard the dozen footsteps making their way down to where you and Will were.

“Will! Will!” You heard one of them shout. “You okay man? What the hell happened?!” Then another. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Another.

“Mike! Lucas! Dustin!” Will greeted.

“Are you hurt?” The other one hurriedly went to his side, inspecting him.

“Is he okay?”

You were suddenly overwhelmed by his friends that you stepped aside, letting them have the room.

“Mike, don’t worry, I’m fine.” Will reassured what you assumed was Mike, then the others.

“I’m gonna get you home, okay?” You heard him say as he hoisted Will up.

You didn’t know why, but that simple phrase planted some kind of sadness in you. Will you ever see him again? You hoped so.

“Guys, I’m fine.. Really it’s nothing-“

“No its not, let’s go.”

“Okay we’ve got him-“

“No I’ve got him.” Mike said to the rest of his friends.

“Mike… Mike come on man.” The one with the curly hair said.

“No, you go and have some fun with your trick or treating, we’re going home.”

Before you forgot, you grabbed the camera, hoping to be of some kind of help, even though this Mike seemed to be a little angry.

“Hey- uh his camera...” You utter. Mike looked at you as if you were just someone in the way, he grabbed the camera from your hands and shrugged.

“Thanks.” He said flatly. Will looked at you with a kind of apologetic look before he was helplessly dragged off.

You awkwardly stood there with the rest of his friends.

“Hey, you.. We’re sorry about our friend there we didn’t know what has gotten into him.” One said.

“Yeah, he’s not always an ass.” The other followed.

“It’s nothing really… I- uh I guess I’ll go now, my parents are probably looking for me and yeah..” You just wanted to get out of there.

They were nice enough to bid you goodbye’s and you found yourself headed home.

But as you lay in bed that night, you still felt sad you didn’t had time to make friends with Will.

Great, moving into a new place and you’ve already failed at making friends before school started for you.

All you could do was shrug and cover yourself up with a blanket, closing your eyes shut and hoping for some kind of miracle tomorrow.

The school bell rang, signaling the start of another class.

For other students, Science felt like another boring subject to sit into, well that’s not the case for these four, not for Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will.

As the students found their seats, their Teacher, Scott, clapped his hands together in excitement. “Class am I happy to announce that you will be having another new student today!”

Then cue the whispers as the party also had whispers of their own going on.

“Who do you think it would be?”

Will stayed silent as he listened, he still couldn’t forget about the night before. The one with the Scarlet Witch costume that he stupidly forgot to ask what their name was.

“I hope not someone boring.”

Half of him wanted the new student to be you, the other half countered it, him believing it was a long shot.

“Now may I present, Dustin, another drum roll if you may,” Their teacher asked as Dustin obeyed, closing his books and tapping his hands repeatedly on it.

“Let’s welcome, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

Will slowly looked up and he could’ve sworn he almost leapt out from his chair. It couldn’t be.

Even with the limited view he had, he could definitely tell it was you, you were looking down on the floor, Will’s jaw hanged slightly open.

“Holy shit no way!” Dustin exclaimed beside Will. You were taken aback that you looked up and spotted the person you saw before, but then your eyes glanced over to the one beside him.

Your eyes widened as Will’s also did.

“You..” You whispered.

You froze as Will held the eye contact.

“Okay as I’ve taken it some of you have already met Them? That’s good news now (Y/N), kindly take that empty seat over there.. Thank you.” Your new teacher, Scott said, stretching his arm outwards to point where your designated seat was.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh- sorry...” You apologized before quickly heading to your seat, not sparing anyone another glanced as you kept your eyes glued on your desk for the mean time.

Then Dustin and Lucas both gave Will a knowing look while Mike looked confused.

Waiting for class to be over felt like hell for The Party, they all couldn’t wait to go over to you and ask you to sit with them at the cafeteria.

Then it finally rang.

Dustin and Lucas both sprung from their seats, hurrying over to you as Will desperately tried to follow them without stumbling over his own two feet.

You were just about to pack your notes when a hand slamming down on your desk makes you jolt and look at who the hand belonged to.

It was the kid from yesterday and next to him was his other friend and the one that looked a lot like Mike.

“Are you the one from last night?”

“We’ve got a lot to ask you!”

Their words slowed down to a buzz as you felt another wave of nervousness.

Thankfully enough, Will seemed to sense this as he shoves Dustin and Lucas out of the way. Will tells them something that has their hands raising up in defeat.

“Hey there, you were the one wearing the Maximoff costume, right? Sorry- I promise they’re nice... I’m sure they didn’t mean to scare you.” Will’s voice registered in your ears as your eyes flickered to his.

“Definitely wasn’t expecting it...” You tried to play it off but you were still wary of his other friends looking at you.

Will turns around to look at them before looking back at you.

“This may be a lot but if you want, I could show you around! Minus these people of course.” Will jokes that earned a “Hey!” and “Rude!” from his group of friends.

“No, its alright, I- yeah I would like that.” You smiled at Will and you sworn the way he smiled back was even brighter than ever.

Before you know it, Will was already reaching his hand out for you.

“Where do you wanna start?”

[lollytea]

Controversial opinion off anon edition: I do not like the Hunter vs Amity trope. The genuine versus, like Amity and Hunter not being able to stand in a room together type of genuine. I like the idea of Amity and Hunter having an unspoken understanding of each other, since they came out of similar situations where someone else was trying to tell them how to be. They both managed to break free of it and find themselves. A common reason I see for the trope is “Hunter threatened Luz in front of Amity and she could never forgive that after trying to offer him friendship” but nearly everyone has threatened Luz after an offer, he’s not somehow special or held to a different expectation.

Another reason why I want them to be friends instead is because I hc Amity and Hunter as autistic and, being autistic myself, I think it’s funny when they hate crime each other. Literally every time I think of them going at it I picture the 2020 meme on Twitter about “girls w autism vs guys w autism”.

YEAH. In fairness I don't really see people putting any genuine animosity between Amity and Hunter in their content lately. It used to be a huge thing but has died down a significant amount. But yeah it's just. They like each other, man. Hunter has liked Amity since he met her. Eclipse Lake is a very funny rewatch if you focus on how Hunter just seemed to decide that Amity was his new bestie, undeterred by the fact that she was adamantly rejecting it.

I cannot imagine Amity possibly holding the terrible things Hunter did against him. Because Amity understands exactly why he did them more clearly than anyone else could. She understands just how desperate and scared you get when you're under your abusive parent's thumb and the terrible decisions you make as a result. Why would Amity blame him? She's been him.

I DO think that their relationship is initially a little awkward tho. Especially from Hunter's end. While Amity thinks everything's gucci between them, he still feels guilty and embarrassed over what he did to her in Eclipse Lake and assumes she still resents him over it. She doesn't. Like it never even crossed her mind that this would be a thing that he's worried about. She knows he's a lot like her so she tries to look out for him and treat him how she would like to be treated.

That's always been my interpretation of how they both behaved in TTT during the cosplay scene. Amity is a former mean girl. She used to be soooo blunt and judgemental. And you can see her struggling not to give her honest opinion on Hunter's fit. Because Amity doesn't want to be mean. She's nice. She wants to be nice. However....she knows damn well that if that boy steps out in public looking like that, somebody is gonna bully him (because in another universe SHE'D bully him) so she'd prefer to avoid that. So she tells him to change as politely as she can.

Meanwhile, Hunter agrees to change immediately, despite Willow and Gus ADORING his fit, despite HIM adoring his fit, and Willow begging him to keep it on. Hunter listens to Amity over Willow. Think about that for two seconds and wonder why that is.

In my opinion, he's tiptoeing around her. He's trying to keep the peace. He tried to kill her and threatened her girlfriend. He's gonna do whatever the fuck Amity Blight tells him to with a smile on his face. Amity is none the wiser.

However I don't imagine this will last much longer. They're absolutely going to become much more comfortable with each others after the events of the series and won't be nearly as awkward and careful.

Amity and Hunter are both very high strung, opinionated, passionate people. I know that if there was ever a topic they disagreed on, they would go to war over it. I'm talking a full blazing shouting match in Camila's living room. They're besties <3

[cutiedwaekki]

TEDDY BEAR

or were Seungmin and Minho used to be chilhood friends but the oldest as a kid always made fun of the youngest for being chubby. But no worry , karma come and hit him

a/n : it sat in my drafts for so long that i had to get it out someday ;-;

TW : bullying

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- "H-hyung please stop...it-it's not funny anymore"

- "Stopping what ? Can't the little piggy run?"

- "H-hyung please... give it back to me" begged the boy again.

But he knew that even if he begged, Seungmin would never see his bunny plush again. All because Minho likes to tease him. Ever since they were little, they'd been close, playing together, coloring together, laughing together. Mrs Lee even said that Minho used to spend time with him when he was a baby, and that just watching him in silence helped calm him down.

So how did they go from such a pure, innocent friendship to a toxic relationship at such a young age? Simple. Minho was two years older than Seungmin, so he went to primary school first and soon made new "cooler" and "funnier" friends, except that, not wanting to be left behind by them, he took a few wrong turns. One of which was to "tease" Seungmin because the poor kid was overweight and because it seemed fun to insult people who were different from the norm.

It wasn't his fault that little Kim liked to eat; he'd been born premature, so his parents had done everything to spoil him properly and treat their only son with love for having managed to hold on. And even if his mother was worried about the remarks people might make about him, she loved seeing her chubby Seungmin because he was a far from the vision of that poor malnourished premature baby whose doctors had announced he wouldn't make it through the night.

He was a miracle, a ray of sunshine who was pampered by everyone in the neighborhood.

And yet the only one who seemed to put him down was Minho. All his remarks, his nicknames, his actions, everything revolved around the youngest's weight. Piggy, pig, whale, cow, fat, he was only 6 but he'd already heard it all from Minho. But Seungmin was strong, or at least he wanted to believe that they were just bad jokes, that Minho hyung had a special sense of humor, he wanted to believe that his favorite hyung wasn't a bully. After all, he was kind to everyone, got good grades and even helped out at the local animal shelter with his mother. Why did everyone have the angel, but he had the demon?

Why him? What had he done wrong to Minho?

-"Boys, stop playing, it's time for you to eat!" shouted Mrs. Kim, who had just seen the two boys playing together from afar, unaware that her son was being bullied by his one and only friend. Of course, he was the only one intimidating him, and fortunately so! After all, Mrs. Kim had already seen Minho attack those who tried to intimidate Seungmin last week.

From a distance, it looked like a beautiful friendship, but the reality was less beautiful.

- "You won, piggy, it's only because I'm nice" Minho finished before throwing his stuffed toy to the ground and running to the table to eat.

-"Leebit! Didn't he scare you? My poor Leebit" groaned poor Kim, hugging his stuffed toy as he waddled over to the table where the Kim and Lee families were gathered.

-"Kids, we've got something to tell you" declared Mr Lee before clearing his throat. He knew it would be hard for them, but they needed to know.

The two children, sitting opposite each other, turned to the oldest's father and listened to what he had to say. Was Minho going to have a little brother? Not another bully, no!

-"I know it's a bit hard for you to say this, but... We're moving to Seoul ... next month" announced Mr Lee, dropping the bomb.

Both children were shocked, and against all odds, even Seungmin hadn't expected it, Minho began to cry.

After all, he cared for Seungmin, and although he'd grown up behaving like a jerk to him, he love him and cared for him strongly, just in a strange way to show him that he was anything but the right way.

In the end, the meal didn't go as well as usual. In the afternoon, Seungmin cried because Minho had pushed him. In the evening, Minho cried because he would never see Seungmin again. Paradoxical, isn't it?

You'd think that 8-year-old Minho would realize the damage he's done to his friend and try to put things right.

But it got worse.

Now any situation was good enough to make fun of Seungmin. When he drew, talked, walked, played, breathed.

The poor puppy had had the worst month of his life, yet as soon as it was time for the Lees to leave, Seungmin had woken up early with his parents to say goodbye, and the day before he'd even baked cat shaped cookies for him and wrapped them up.

- "Here, take Leebit with you, he'll keep you company" he said, handing his favorite stuffed toy to his eldest, who took it without saying a word before throwing it violently into the car.

Minho remained for a long second without saying anything to Seungmin, whose eyes were beaded with tears of sadness.

-"Don't cry, you'll look ugly afterwards" said the elder, although his heart wanted to say "Don't cry, it hurts me to see you sad".

The youngest ended up wiping himself with his sweater while his eldest left without doing anything, neither cuddling him nor consoling him, just saying "See you next time piggy, I hope you'll stay a good pig until i come back" in a teasing voice.

Oh, this time Seungmin didn't want to cry for him. He'd given him so many chances to catch up but he wasn't going to do anything about it.

At his young age, the boy promised himself that the next time he saw Minho, he'd make him pay for all those years of gratuitous meanness.

-"Goodbye Hyung" he mumbled weakly.

This time, no one would make little Seungmin cry again.

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- "So how did you get here?"

The model took a deep breath before a sneer formed on his lips.

-"You know how we say you should always learn from those who put you down? I was often bullied into being the little fat kid, but they made me a confident model who will earn more than they will in a lifetime".

And yes, years later, little Seungmin had grown up, asserted himself and decided to lose weight in a healthy way, maintained a gym routine almost religiously and had a dream body that many dreamed of having. In short, he had learned from his bad experiences.

Yet he kept thinking of the same person over and over for years. Night and day, he'd obsessed with him until now: Lee Minho.

Now he always wondered if Minho had seen his progress, was he ashamed now? Was he still a heartless bastard? He'd never know, after the Lee's moved to Seoul he'd never heard from them again, except from his mother who kept in touch with Mrs. Lee.

He had tried to find Minho on the Internet, but nothing. Well, there was an Instagram account by the name of : @/linodontknow which was basically an account that posted pictures of three cats and really good food.

He could lead a good life now, he thought.

Did he even remember him? The chubby little boy he'd hurt, the little boy who trusted him and saw only the good in him?

As they say, karma happens sooner or later, and it's only a matter of time before Seungmi gets the answers to his questions.

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He got up late, not a great start to his first day as a photo editor for the country's biggest agency.

But what do you expect,just some ice cream in front of an anime and he fell into a sleep so deep that his cats woke him after he'd woken up.

He ran at top speed, running so fast that on the way in he tripped over someone and knocked him to the ground just like himself.

-"Oh no, I'm so sorry, are you all right?" he declared shyly, holding out his hand to his counterpart.

- "It's nothing I wasn't paying attention either, mistakes happen uh..."

But as they finally looked into each other's eyes, it was with horror and surprise that they stared at each other in silence.

-"... M-Minho... ?" the younger man asked as he shyly nodded his head.

-Yes, it's me... hello ...Seungmin..." before lowering his gaze - yes, he was ashamed.

Ashamed to meet again his one and only true friend, the only friend who had ever meant anything to him, but also the only friend he'd broken because he was afraid to admit that he saw more than just a friend in him.

Minho felt bad when he moved out, and the more the days passed, the more ashamed and guilty he felt for his actions.

But karma was stronger than ever, and just as Seungmin was about to accept Minho's hand to get up, he pushed it away and stood up alone, looking down at his elder slumped on the ground.

- "You look like you've turned into a pig too, I wouldn't have believed it!" exclaimed Seungmin, chuckling as he felt very pleased to see Minho like this, shy but above all very, very fat!

He was wearing a pretty purple silk shirt, size 3XL, which perfectly complemented his curves, while his black pants seemed to be especially tight around his thick thighs.

The table had turned but instead of retorting, Minho began to weep, kneeling before Seungmin, paying no attention to the world around them as they stared curiously at each other.

-"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me".

Seungmin, who despite being only 23, had expected Minho to be as arrogant and mean as ever, the jerk who had tortured him and made him look bad. This same person was there in front of him, obese but above all on his knees in tears, begging his forgiveness.

Seungmin had never sought revenge, he just wanted a real apology, one that was far too sincere for him to ignore.

-"Come with me and stop crying, your face will be all puffy afterwards" he said, helping him to get up on his feet

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Fortunately, Seungmin had helped justify Minho's 45-minute delay, and the fact that Seungmin, aka the model everyone wanted, was a close friend of Minho's meant that his lateness was seen as a blessing. After all, SKZ media had been in negotiations for weeks for Seunmin to signed with them, and now he called saying "I accept as long as Lee Minho works here".

During those 45 minutes, they sat down in a nearby café, Minho kept crying and expressing how sorry he was, and even though Seungmin tried to keep a cold, stoic image, his gentle gaze and the tears that rolled down his face showed that he was deeply affected by it all.

For 45 minutes Seungmin had listened to Minho tell him all about it, why he had done it.

He now saw his former bully as a fragile person who, for fear of being bullied, had decided to bully the one who meant the most to him.

At the end of the 45 minutes, Seungmin stood up, handed over a piece of paper with his number on it and said, "You did me a lot of harm when I was little, but I can see that you're sincerely sorry, so I forgive you... if you feel like getting in touch or having a coffee some other time, take this. Put that shirt back on next time, it looks good on you" he said, almost shyly handing over the paper although his gaze was anything but in the direction of his counterpart.

- "... Are you asking me out on a date?" Minho then asked in confusion as Seungmin almost soaked up his saliva.

Yet he didn't mind the idea of a date, even though they hardly knew each other and a few minutes before he'd still considered Minho his old bully and friend, but now they were back to something new

Should he do it? Was he strong enough?

Too many questions were running through his mind, and while he was unsure, he answered in a weak voice: "Yes... consider it as a date", leaving with his heart pounding, unaware that Minho's cheeks were now as red as a tomato.

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Their first date was quite awkward, they didn't know what to say or do without rushing the other. Minho didn't want to make any comments that might hurt Seungmin's feelings, while Seungmin didn't want to make any inappropriate gestures.

But they went on a second date, then a third.

In no time at all, it was as if they'd been friends for years, acting as if just a few weeks ago everything was fine between them.

By now, everyone knew about Seungmin and Minho's strong friendship; sure, they teased each other a lot in front of everyone, but in every interview Seungmin did, he always mentioned "my closest friend", referring to Minho, who quickly understood that the most fashionable model's mysterious friend was none other than him.

He was happy, he liked his job, his working environment was really nice, Chaeyeon was one of his colleagues who always brought him a caramel caffe frappé. Then there was Felix, the communications manager who loved to give him a taste of his brownies. And i'm nlt even talking about his collegue Jisung who always thry to ask him out ( in a respectfully and funny way of course)

It may seem surprising, but Minho was so used to an oppressive work environment, where all his former colleagues made fun of him for his weight, that so much good ambiance warmed his heart.

But what melted his heart was Seungmin, now he could see him smile and laugh like never before. He saw in him the little boy he had admired watching as a child.

His heart had begun to beat a little more, he was becoming increasingly shy. Every time they went out they'd say it was a date, yet they did nothing more than act like friends.

That is, if you didn't take into account the way they looked at each other. The way they cared for each other. It was so clear and so ambiguous at the same time.

But Minho liked it. And so did Seungmin.

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- "Date tonight at MyDay restaurant, put on your beautiful purple silk shirt it suits you so well ;)"

That's the message I'd received this morning, so thrilled he went to put it on except that, to his great surprise, it was already hard to put on, feeling very tight inside, but he supposed it must be because he'd put it on wrong. As he reached to close it, realization hit him.

He waddled over to his mirror and realized what was happening. His poor shirt didn't fit at all. Minho couldn't understand, had he really put on so much weight?

Of course, he ate almost constantly at the office, and was invited by his colleagues to happy hours where the food was half-price, as was the alcohol. And Seungmin loved taking him to fancy restaurants.

Minho took the time to admire himself in front of his mirror. He used to be fat, but now he was clearly obese! His arms were hanging down and so heavy that he couldn't lift them for too long. His belly had doubled in size and was hanging so far over his knees. But the biggest problem was his thighs, so thick they rubbed at the slightest step, not to mention his ass, which left everyone speechless.

-Wow, you've really let yourself go!" he exclaimed, pinching his double chin in amusement.

As he'd grown up, he'd realized that his weight was just a detail, and he'd even become excited about it. And now he got a little too excited, grabbed his phone and started taking photos of his body from all angles, the more photos he took the faster his heart beat, in a naughty mood he took off his shirt which had become useless, then his boxer shorts even though he could hardly see under all those layers of fat.

So he took photos of his naked body, simply for himself, for his own pleasure, the man he'd been making photo edit of models, always making them slim and perfect, was himself a model with perfect skin but so big that no runway would be wide enough for him.

Everything was going so well for him, what could go wrong?

That he made a mistake and instead of sending his images to his private library, he sent them to his most recent contact?

No, that's impossible... uh?

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(3) Minnie's missed calls ❤️

"Wow hyung I didn't think you were brave enough to send me this ..."

"But I'm honored it's the first time I've received nudes ;)"

"I take it your silk shirt doesn't fit you anymore? I'll get you another one"

"Hyung? Is everything all right? I've got an hour free in my schedule and I'm going to give you a visit"

"I hope you won't be naked"

"But i wouldn't mind"

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[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Trial and Error

Friendship: Miguel & Demetri

Pairing: Hawkmetri (although the focus is intentionally more on the Miguel and Demetri friendship here)

Happy pride month!!! This felt like a fitting last AV100 for Miguetri Monday :3 This is a 6-parter with 600 total words! Based a little bit in some headcanons I came up with here about why I think Demetri actively hides his sexuality, despite being fairly open about other aspects of his personality.

CW for canon-typical homophobia (because Kyler doing that stunt with Demetri's cast like...very definitely had homophobic undertones), internalized homophobia, and the general fear of being outed based in concerns about personal safety and social alienation.

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5 times Demetri was too scared to tell Miguel the truth ( +1 time he wasn't)

1.

“Gets laid more than anyone, isn’t that right, Eli?”

Miguel only rolls his eyes.

At first, Demetri thinks his new friend’s put off by the dismissive sentiment. But as the conversation ebbs and their attention shifts to the rich girls, his stomach tightens.

Miguel saw how he looked at Eli, didn’t he? Did he think it was gross?

Would he leave, too?

Fuck.

Time for damage control.

“I don’t care if Yasmine’s the meanest girl in school. I’d kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

That’s what a normal teenage boy would say, right?

2.

“Let’s ask the dragon queens to dance!”

Demetri wishes the punch was carbonated. Maybe that would fight the nausea he feels imagining having to fake any kind of interest in these three perfect strangers. Putting on a facade requiring 10 times the phoniness he usually shows his friends.

Besides, girls who watch Game of Thrones aren’t stupid. They’ll smell what he is. Recoil, shove him away. Shout what Eli and Miguel probably already suspect—something no denial can fix.

And then he’ll be alone.

“Slow your roll,” Demetri says. “We’ve got time.”

Miguel chocks it up to passivity. Thank fuck.

3.

Kyler knows. Kyler’s always fucking known.

The years of bullying. Making sure Demetri saw him harass Eli about how “no girl” would ever want to kiss him. Drawing a dick on the arm he had to know Eli snapped and showing the entire cafeteria.

Maybe some other Cobra told Kyler about the break. Maybe Eli himself did the bragging. Doesn’t matter.

Point is that Miguel saw Kyler’s stunt.

Demetri feels sick. Eli left him. Now the only other person he’s come to trust with his entire self will, too.

But when Yasmine finds him later, he realizes his one out.

4.

He yells angrily after Yasmine, feeding the illusion this was all by accident. Sam and Miguel smirk.

It’s clear they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

They’re happy for him. For who they think he is.

The normal and uncontroversial Demetri. The one who isn’t…that.

And Demetri’s come too close to losing Miguel already to break that illusion.

“I am 101% in love.”

I promise I’m the same as you. He pats Miguel’s shoulder, relishing how secure he feels. Nothing to be ashamed of.

He hears Miguel tell Sam love conquers all. Demetri doesn’t have the heart to believe it.

5.

It’s pathetic, and Demetri knows it. Miguel and Sam deserve better.

But he’s in too deep to admit everything with Yasmine’s a farce.

It still begs the question. How does Demetri fix Miguel’s relationship when he can’t even tell Eli he’s in love with him?

Regardless, Miguel’s stuck with Demetri this long. Demetri has to try.

“I get Yasmine a charm for every fight.” Why are they even still together? “She can barely lift her arm now.”

Useless to ruminate. This house of cards is better than Miguel and Eli knowing the truth.

Despite everything, Demetri’s still a fucking coward.

+1

“Plans for senior prom?” Miguel eyes Demetri curiously.

“I’m going with Eli.”

“Stag?”

Demetri freezes.

He could backpedal. Retreat into the cozy blanket of lies that always kept Miguel around.

But graduation’s next month. Fuck it.

“We’re, uh…dating, actually.”

The way Miguel lights up makes Demetri wonder why he ever felt the need to keep it secret.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I was worried you’d be weirded out!”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel’s beam is blinding. “I’m so happy for you guys! And I’ve been waiting for you to ask him out since, like, sophomore year.”

“Wait. You fucker—”

[tklyhcs]

alright uhhh i saw some people requesting this on other blogs so i'm stealing those actually, taking those thanks (using this an excuse)!! this isn't the fandom i necessarily wanted to start with but the other ones i wanna write have insane amounts of characters so boy band men first i guess

(IF YOU SAW ME ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISH THIS TOO SOON, NO YOU DIDN'T)

heartsteel hcs here we gooo

kayn 💜

ok fr he's so fun to write for, didn't expect this one to be so cute. easy ler and lee! he likes to be a little bully and use his dirty little grabbers, mostly at ez let's be real. he isn't confident he's gonna win any other matchup so ez is easy picking. and thanks to the blooper reel k'sante is another target because kayn is a scrapper and crawls all over him like a monkey. mostly spiders his fingers all over and laughs evilly like he's won a hard fought battle. he's slinky and quick so he mostly has his target begging for someone else's help, and when they do get said assistance he cries and whines that it's not fair. don't be fooled he enjoys the extra attention!

he just plays to win all the time so when someone else tags in he's sure make everyone know that HE WOULD HAVE WON!!!! HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR EVERYONE ELSE CHEATING!!!! and man that stupid leash why does he even wear it if someones gonna tie his wrists in a knot. and like a true lee he wears that crop top so when he's all tangled go for the abs! he laughs so much it becomes obvious how he got so cut, by laughing his lungs out apparently. when he laughs his fangs show too it's cute.

he's also painfully obvious about not minding since he neeeever calls mercy, never surrenders. he just deals with it! not something someone who DOESN'T enjoy it would do. he could easily call mercy and call it quits but hmmmm he doesn't seem to want to, odd.

for spots i wanna say the waist is really really bad. top of the ribs under the armpits, his abs, his sides, all have him kicking his legs with a shout. he also scream laughs, explodes into laughter at first touch. but his voice also cracks at the first yelp, sounds like a cute lil boy shriek. partial to being "attacked", as he calls it, on the couch. he likes getting to be able to flop down and pass out after, sorta like a little kid it's so fucking cute bro he tuckers himself out laughing and wriggling on his back. dude is exhausted n happy (he swears he is NOT happy abt this) he's just tired for no reason okay. now it's his post giggle episode nap!

k'sante 💛

hear me out ok when i saw his shirt being a turtleneck i was IMMEDIATELY LIKE 🫵 his spot is the neck. it's so the neck. suddenly for him there's more than a few perks of being like.. 6'7" and it's not just being able to get things from high shelves. kayn and ez are menaces to this man it's gotta be 2 on 1. and in the official art pieces, ez getting carried on his back? oof k'sante y'all shouldn't have done that. cause now there's legs locked around his chest and ez is like SURRENDER OR DIEEE and getting all up into that shirt collar. he SCREECHES and spins around trying to shake him off he's stuck on him now. hopping around doing a lil giggly dance with ez on his back. kayn jokes and teases about how instead of focusing on singing, he should work on his dancing instead!

thanks to the blooper reel i can die on the hill that k'sante is a whiny boy and calls yone for help all the time. yoneee helpppp they're bullying me m gonna tell yoneee aaaa. kayn saying OH YOU BIG BABY stop complaining!! no one to help you now! ez is this guy's worst nightmare his cold little fingers are like knives on his neck. k'sante tends to run hot so they're just so nicely sticking a cold can of soda to his nape to help obviously. yone will help sometimes but mainly just because he's trying to keep the team on track (he will also torture k'sante with cold soda cans).

necks are a good tickle bite's worst enemy. chomp. and when someone is up in there biting, he just has to laugh and wait til it's over ☺ and with both of his elbows bent up so he can use his hands to cover his neck. gasp.. who's to protect his armpits! 🤭 noooo one! his neck is his worst spot so he'll make sure to keep it covered! but that does mean he'll get some armpit tickles instead! pick your poison k'sante. they team up on him like this often and ngl he likes it when they're close on em! sweethearts. but he doesn't wanna LOSE so he brings his puppy eyes to yone he's like 👉👈 yone.. help.. what a cop out! but it's not that great of a cute beg it's more like k'sante scream laughing and attempting puppy eyes but yelling HELP AAAA YONE HELP awkwardly waggling his arms. i love making big men be tickly and look foolish. sorry i love embarrassing them uwu

ezreal 💚

wow what a lee he's textbook lee i bet he has a secret tumblr account for all his private tk blogging activities. there's a lot to say about him: MOST IMPORTANTLY though his cute smile alright look at his teeth they're so fucking cute i'm obsessed. probably his only weapon as a ler are his sharp teeth. pointed and dull at the very bottom makes for very ticklish bites, so beware if you're too confident in winning! he will wiggle his head between your head and shoulder and bite! exaggerated fake growls and all. he'll be a little too proud of winning, so don't let him.

he has a reaaaally cute snort laugh too. i think his fans would document it thoroughly and embarrass him by posting clips of it nonstop. he has a more controlled laugh for outings because he's serious about his fandom image, but sometimes he laughs at something and chokes on his breath a bit there. i think it would be a shame of someone (kayn) decided to squeeze his side and make him giggle and snort while he's doing some filmed social media trend. that would soooo bad amiright 🫶 lol he would scream, cover his mouth, and tell his followers that he's BUSY and MUST LEAVE immediately. he basically RUNS to his room to scream into his pillow. like how dare u embarrass him in front of his online friends.

the clip hits all platforms in record time and he maaaay read a few comments because it's people saying it's cute of him and he secretly fawns over those. like "omg you think i'm cute heehee" he's ridiculous. but phel and kain playfully tease him sending pig emojis 🐖🐖🐖 ez is like "DON'T SEND THOSE TO ME DON'T- HEY DON'T POST THAT ON SOCIAL NOOO DON'T COMMENT MY FANS WILL SEE" and they all affectionately change his name in their phones to 🐖 just to tease him.

for spots, he'd be ticklish up sides to his ribs, spidering fingers have him slumped into the couch, laughing hard and snorting, of course. his feet and knees are quite ticklish! only known because he tends to put his feet up and yone continuously tells him to knock it off. but he found that suddenly tickling his socked foot does the trick.

aphelios 💙

he's a difficult one, since he's not much of a talker! but not like he's spared from anyone's wrath. his laugh is what you'd expect and it's fantastic; breathy, wheezy, and full of obvious mirth.

he's prone to pranking the others and while he can be nonchalant and aloof, sometimes the sight of one of the others falling or making utter fools of themselves has him in stitches (and being forced to laugh via tickling is no different). and when he wears his mask it's especially endearing to see his eyes screwed shut as well as him holding his stomach and hunching over, shoulders shaking.

he can't help acting like a little troublemaker and they always pounce on him after he gets someone good with those pranks he pulls. seems like he's more playful than he looks. if anyone stretches, he's the first to poke. if someone gets stuck doing something, phel is there making sure he doesn't waste the opportunity, what a jerk! so do everyone a favor and give him a taste of his own medicine. he's his own worst enemy though, because once he starts wheezing in laughter you pounce on him with tickles and it's downhill from there. he's already laughing so he has no chance of fending off an attack.

and a secret: he's very weak to teasing too! he doesn't talk back he just hides his face in shyness. they fall for a trap he's so deviously placed and now he's under them, mumbling out giggles when they poke him all over saying "what's so funny huh??" he waves his hands at them and pushes em by the shoulders trying to curl up the best he can. pokes drive him nuts and then when you speed up it's even worse, him trying to catch the offending hands. "no timeouts allowed because you started it!"

but it seems like he just doesn't stop pranking the others, so he must like it more than he lets on. he's surprisingly a goofy lil boy. he laughs himself silly, voice hitching and gasping all the way. he laughs himself DIZZY it's cute. he's like kayn he needs a break after. and usually even after whoever is done bullying him, he spends his time giggling quietly his skin still feels electric. he sure is brave for someone who takes so much time to recover.

yone ❤

he's a fun one, the stoic characters always are. most likely to screw his mouth shut and try to deal with pesky fingers at his ribs until he can't any longer. prone to overworking so breaking his concentration is absolutely a necessary activity. and also breaking his concentration playing video games is also crucial, because according to sett he plays too well so he must suffer and be prodded at during playtime too. -i mean what sett would never stoop so low he says.

anyways- yone's usually the mediator but he can get caught up in the mess when someone points out that he's been getting off the hook when it comes to roughhousing. he typically prefers 1 on 1, so he won't lose kayn says. and maybe that's true no one knows. he's really REALLY good at pretending he isn't at all sensitive and keeps it together for, i dunno, 5 seconds. it doesn't seem like a lot BUT it deters most. not these motherfuckers they're in it to win it.

yone will hold back then the giggles bubble up in his throat and you can hear him hum a moment, then they spill out from his lips. he mumbles and whispers out giggles for a moment then it becomes very apparent he won't win this fight and he covers his mouth. that's when it's over. he really starts to laugh and realizes the sensations just won't stop and he's lost. he's most likely to swear actually lol he's like i can handle this. i can handle this..... Fuck.

once he's attempted to cover his mouth he has already lost. he has a very nice, boisterous laugh and his smile is also a 10/10. it's nice to not see his eyebrows furrowed so much. he's lucky he's good at catching people's offending wiggly fingers or else he'd fall apart way more often. so when they trail fingers up his back where he can't reach them or fend them off? it drives him nuts. index finger from the nape and down the spine has him arching and twisting away with a loud yelp.

and that leaves the stomach vulnerable and that's next. tickling at his stomach and he jumps back and grabs whoever's wrist and says to CUT THAT OUT. okay mr. grumpy, jeez. it works as a good attitude adjustment because if he's mad at one of em for fooling around, this can easily divert his attention. k'sante usually has the job of doing so but when he does, he doesn't get yone's support the next time he's on defense. in fact, yone might lead the charge.

sett 🧡

hahaaaa oh man last but not least. most ticklish easily what a mess. being 6 foot 10 is not gonna help him here. sure he can rough somebody up but this is way more difficult for him. the one to be on the floor first begging "pleeheheaasee-" and kicking his leg like a puppy.

he's OBVIOUSLY most sensitive in the midsection he's a tummy boy okay just trust me. and this man may lift, box, it doesn't matter because if you knead his midsection his strength goes right out the window. you can feel him paw at your prodding hands with the weakest grip you've ever seen. his worst enemy is when you do the claw hand on his belly he's in hysterics i'm telling you. wiggling on his back saying "i give! i give!" and flopping onto his side when he's released from their tickly clutches. now, make that two pairs of hands, or ten, he doesn't have a chaaaaance.

he's definitely a good tickle monster to the others but once they elect k'sante to hold him down (he can bench sett apparently so he's gotta be the bad guy on this one) he's like "NOO DON'T DO IT GUYS I'M SORRYEHHEEHE" he preemptivey starts laughing when he sees wiggling fingers creeping closer and closer to him, begging wildly for mercy before anything happens. he calls out to each one of them, praying that they'll help! he's not the one to take what he dishes out.

and also the ears! don't forget about those! they are oh so ticklish and they twitch when you touch them. roll the delicate ear between two of your fingers and it has him in a fit of giggles. any fighting techniques he might know mean nothing in the face of a laughing fit.

first to help someone relieve stress via giving attention and being a stress toy himself. though, he's prone to going after someone first even if he always loses. we appreciate his effort. he'll probably have someone fighting on his side simply because he's a lost cause. has a good relationship with physical affection! his favorite to give: ticklish kisses n raspberries, in combo with a hug of course. try not to get caught in his clutches. if those are his tactics.. maybe he does deserve to get got. he's not as embarrassed as his track record would suggest! takes his inevitable loss in stride.

haaa this long as fuck 👍 i don't think i've written anything at all since 2018 or smth really i tried to keep these diverse so lmk how i did! also like always i do not reread and check anything so. this is it

[forgedroyalseal]

The Life You Deserve

After years of running, Will finally learns to slow down.

An Epilogue to “Guilty until proven innocent” and “My reputation’s never been worse”

TW: vague references to attempted suicide

Will cradled the black and white puppy to his chest who was determinedly gnawing at the gold oak leaf pendant that swung from his neck. Will shifted the pup away from the chain and waved to the approaching riders.The rider in the lead dismounted and unlatched the gate that lead into the property.

“Will!” Horace shouted, dropping Kicker’s reins and engulfing Will into a bear hug. The puppy yipped and squirmed between them.

“Careful Horace, you’ll squish her.” Will laughed as he took a step back.

“She’s adorable.” Horace cooed. “Can I hold her?”

Will passed the puppy to Horace who happily let her lick his face.

“Now you’ve done it, he’s going to be begging me to let us bring her home with us.” Cassandra said as she sidled up besides Will. He wrapped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

“She’s extremely clinging and constantly hungry. Her and Horace are a match made in heaven.” He teased. Cassandra snorts and reaches out to ruffle Will’s long hair. He’s got a thin piece of leather tied around his head, holding it back from falling into his eyes. He laughs and tries to duck out of her reach.

“Does she have a name?” Horace asked. He was now cradling the puppy on her back and she was pawing at his chest.

“Alyss and Bob banned me from naming any living creature again after the first litter. I still stand by my choices.”

“Naming a puppy “Ears” is just plain cruel.” Alyss called out as she approached. She hugged Cassandra and kissed Horace’s cheek.

Will held his hands up in defense, “It was a fitting name. He had ears the size of dinner plates.”

“It was bullying and I refuse to allow that behavior.”

“Yeah Will,” Horace smirks, “That’s like if you were named Shorty rather than Treaty.” Will lunges over to shove Horace, but he holds the puppy out in front of his chest. “You can’t attack me when I’m holding this precious baby.”

“That’s enough boys.” Alyss rolls her eyes, “I’ve got coffee and tea made, and it’s not getting any warmer.”

The four of them make their way up to the little, newly build cabin that sat across from the large barn. They passed by a fenced paddock. Old Bob was inside with a young chestnut colt and a large black and white shepherd. He waved to them but quickly turned his attention back to the animals.

“That’s Harlow.” Will pointed to the dog, “She’s the puppy’s big sister.”

“What’s Bob doing?” Cassandra asked.

“He’s getting the colt used to dogs being underfoot. Harlow’s fast and good at avoid flying hooves so we use her with the younger or more skittish horses.” Will explained as he opened the cabin door and welcomed his friends inside.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He smiled. The cabin was simple but clean. The smell of pine sap and peppermint flooded the space, and fresh cut wildflowers sat on each windowsill.

“It’s lovely Will. I can’t believe you built it yourself.” Cassandra praised.

“I had help. Gilan spent a solid two weeks out here when I was felling trees, and Halt came out every weekend he wasn’t on assignment.”

“Still, it was mostly you Will. You deserve to be proud of it.” Alyss squeezed his arm.

Will smiled at her. He was proud. Building this cabin had given him the much needed time to rebuild himself. The countless hours he spent on it had brought him peace and satisfaction.

“You have a lot to be proud of according to Crowley. He says that your training plan has already been more successful than he could have anticipated.” Horace grins, always happy to shower his friends with the praise they deserve.

“We’ve still got a long way to go, but our test groups have been going quite well if I’m being honest.” It hadn’t taken Will long to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He knew that he still wanted to help people in whatever capacity he could, but he was finished with violence and danger. After a long discussion with Halt and Crowley, he had been granted the opportunity to do just that. He moved in with Old Bob and together they started a pilot program of raising and training dogs to work along side rangers and their horses. It was a peaceful and safe life filled with joy and freedom. They weren’t far from Redmont, but far enough to give Will the space he needed to recover.

—————

Hours passed as the friends caught up, happy to be able to speak face to face rather than over letters. As afternoon trickled into evening, Will invite Horace to walk the property with him.

“Your life here is everything I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Will purses his lips, “It’s more than I deserve.”

“No Will, it’s not. After everything you’ve been through, everything you have survived, this is the least you deserve.” Horace paused and Will stopped besides him. “Are you happy Will?”

“Happier than I have been in longer than I care to admit.” Will tells him candid.

Horace grins, “I can’t begin to tell you how glad that makes me.”

Will looks back towards the cabin, a tender expression settling on his face. “I’m going to ask Alyss to marry me.” He confesses.

“Really? That’s fantastic Will!” And it was. Horace knew that this more than anything was proof that Will was healing. In the early months after Will’s return, Horace had spent countless nights comforting Will, reassuring him that they all still loved him. That they didn’t think he was damaged or dirty or a monster. He had talked him off the ledge on numerous occasions. Horace shuttered internally as memories of when that wasn’t just a turn of phrase. Of griping onto Will’s arm and hulling him over the Castle’s edge, holding his resisting friend close against his chest until the fight finally left him in a mess of tears and unnecessary apologies. So many times over that first year Will had doubted his worth. Had been convinced that Alyss could never love him, should never love him. For him to ask her to marry him, it just went to show everyone how far his mental state has come.

“Halt’s been on my case about it. He keeps hinting towards grand babies. Pauline claims she tells him not to pressure us, but I’m almost certain she’s trying to pull some sort of reverse psychology on me.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s sharper than all of us.” Horace clears his throat. “Um, in the spirit of divulging secrets-“

“I mean, my proposal isn’t exactly a secret per say-“

“Cassandra is pregnant.”

Will’s face cracked into a huge grin. “Congratulations! That’s amazing, I am so happy for you both.”

Horace narrows his eyes at Will.

“What?” Will asks innocently.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question.

Will considers denying it, but gives in. “Cassandra wrote me when she realized. She wanted advice on how to tell you.”

“You knew before me?” Horace’s words boarder on a whine that Will finds equal obnoxious and endearing.

“I’m her best friend Horace and your brother, of course I knew. She knows that all of us ward kids have weird issues when it comes to children and parenthood.”

“She was worried I’d be upset?”

“No.” Will insisted. “She just, need to hear a little reassurance from someone in a similar boat, that’s all.”

“I am a little freaked out at the idea of being a dad.” Horace admitted.

“I understand. Believe me, I’m terrified at the prospect.”

“Thankfully, we both ended up with pretty amazing women. Who won’t take any self deprecating crap from us.”

“I thank god every night Alyss. For all of you. I don’t even want to think about where I’d be without you.” Will stares out at the sky, aflame with brilliant reds and oranges at the sun sets across the rolling hills.

Horace rests his hand on Will’s shoulder and squeezes it. “Then it’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

A/N: I am so grateful for the community I have found through this series and I am glad to finally give you all the happy ending you deserve.

(Other than that one weird hater whose comments I have to keep deleting, I’m not that grateful to you tbh)