#and quit doing my girl Wendy dirty

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I've been listening to my old playlists on spotify thinking about how south park fandom used to do amvs set to pop songs using deviantart fanart of the ships in the fandom this was years back I don't think they do this any more

anyway they had a bunch of style amvs set to you belong with me but they were all from nerd kyle's pov with jock stan and wendy was painted to be a villain which to all of that: omg corny lame boo tomato 🍅 tomato 🍅 tomato 🍅 I'm throwing tomatoes 🍅!

I think a better pov for that song is stan he's the one that I could easily see pining for kyle in 10th grade or something relating to the song as a boy in love with his best friend

My guy I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU!!! Tomato indeed that trope is TIRED AS HELL!!! The amount of Jock Stan Nerd Kyle Villain Wendy out there is ABYSMAL! Like to each their own or whatever but CMON give the homies some personality! One of my biggest pet peeves is fic writers or artists sticking the SP kids into a box and one-noting them; there is so much potential to explore and y’all out here writing tired angsty high school aus? At least switch it up! (Worth noting that I’ve read some incredible fics set with the kids in high school I’m not shading ALL hs AU’s I swear, y’all know I’ll read pretty much anything I got a super open mind w fic)

ALSO!!! Stanley Down Bad Marsh INVENTED pining!!! I will never stop saying it that boy is a SIMP!!! I love both Stan and Kyle being secretly down horrendous for each other but Stan has been in love with his sbf since he knew what beauty was! He’s a huge loverboy boyfailure in all relationships and he absolutely overthinks every interaction with Kyle because he is!!! hopelessly in love!!! And (personally) I feel like that’s the difference between Stan and Kyle; Kyle can (sort of) articulate what he feels, and Stan just fully is *heart eyes* lmfao. Neither of them communicate it bc they’re loser teenagers plagued by self doubt but once they do it’s all “wait you like me too?!” “dude was it not obvious?” Dumbasses I would die for them

Also on the note of animatics/art videos I may not be an enjoyer of stankylewendy angst but I could lowkey get down to one set to Mr Brightside

[sleepinghypnos]

ITZY Lia x Male Reader x Red Velvet Wendy ft. Irene

Tags: Smut (EDITED)

Genre: Facefucking, Deepthroat, Anal, Dirty Talk, Female Idol x Male Reader

A/N: Dialogues will be color coded

Black - Reader

Pink - Lia

Red - Wendy

Violet - Irene

Green - Other people

It's been a week since you started working for ITZY. The famous idol group has also been busy because of their recent comeback.

The admiration of people truly is a wonderful source of energy, especially for the artists who just finished their song for the fans.

Being able to withstand such burden makes you adore the group more and more.

You are on your way to the ITZY's waiting room. When suddenly a familiar hand grabbed you and pulled you into the corner of the backstage. There is no one here but sound and light equipment.

"What are you doing?" You said while looking at the girl in front of you. A wide smile greets you as she put her finger on your mouth to shush it.

"Oppa, don't make any noise they might hear us." Said the girl with a blonde hair named Lia. "I can't wait any longer, you said if we want to we can ask you right? Let me suck your cock now please?" Her pleading eyes is what gets you. How can an innocent looking person be this needy for someone's dick? You are here to do bodyguard related work but you always ended up fucking your clients.

You don't dare to say you regret it because many fans would kill just to sleep with their idols and here you are getting what they want for free and the idols are ones asking for it.

You nod your head to answer Lia. She immediately fell to her knees and helped you unbuckle your belt and pull your pants above your knees.

She whipped out your already throbbing cock. "It's bigger than the one in the video! How can you be so big?"

"Genetics i guess? Or maybe i'm blessed by the heavens." You answered while slapping your tip to her tongue.

"Well, if you're blessed then maybe that is the way of the heavens to make people kneel just like what I'm doing now."

You slid your cock in her mouth with very gentle rhythm, carefully testing whether the idol can do what the other can or not. She planted her nails into your legs and she starts throat fucking herself with your cock.

Watching the idol ruin herself because of lust, as you let her be consumed and devoured by her sexual desire. You moaned reflecting the pleasure she gives you, your length isn't even fit in her whole mouth.

A popping sound can be heard when she let your cock out off her mouth, she let it rest on her face as she realize that your member is bigger than the length of her head.

"Your throbbing hard cock really is huge, it's yummy Oppa." she said and continued to suck your rod once more. Lia looks at you with that lustful and needy eyes, you can't resist any further and you take control of everything.

Starting to thrust like no other, you held the back of her head to support your furious plunge making her gagged. Tears had formed in her eyes, the sound she makes and her tiny stature will make someone seriously think that you are doing something inappropriate with her.

"Your mouth is not only good at singing but also sucking dick, you slut!"

She tried to answer your remark but you didn't let her and fucked her mouth even more. Not thinking about the idols image any longer, using her as a mere tool for your own pleasure. She bobbed her head in-sync with your thrusts making the experience more ball draining.

Her pretty face is already ruined because of your vigorous fucking but that didn't make her less attractive it's quite the opposite.

"You're still beautiful even if your mouth is full with my dick." your compliment made her head bob up and down even more and continued to choke herself with your cock. Lia has a high possibility of having a 'Praise Kink'

"Shit! I'm fucking cumming Lia!"

With that, the idol prepared herself to received what the other girls have been addicted to lately, your cum. They all say it's sweet maybe because of your diet.

Your due approached and you grabbed her head, pushed her down to your cock, she didn't reach the base of your rod because of how big it is. You hold her there until you emptied into her mouth, coating her needy throat with your ropes of generous load. Her eyes were rolled back as if she attained enlightenment.

You rest your cock in her mouth for few more seconds till your last drop. She's looking at you while she plays your dick with her tongue. Lia let you see how much cum have been accumulated in her mouth and swallowed it.

"I now know why the two girls are addicted to you, your cum is delicious it is kinda sweet and you don't care if we are idols or not. You'll fuck us until we surrender to our sexual desire. I love it, Oppa!"

You patted her head. "It felt good Lia, your mouth is something else i must say. it's really good." you assured the idol and helped her stand up and gave her a kiss on her forehead, making her blushed and flustered.

"What did I just witnessed?"

Both of you looked at the one who spoked, Lia was shocked to see a Senior idol in front of her and you... well you do not care. She's Wendy a member of already established k-pop girl group called Red Velvet by SM Entertainment.

"He's our bodyguard, Sunbae!" Lia tries to explain to her senior what happened.

"I know who he is Lia-ssi, I've met him multiple times in the past. I just can't believe I'd see you here doing what you're good at again." She looked at me and Lia many times and attempts to leave but the younger idol stopped her.

"Sunbae it is consensual, so please don't report it. He didn't force me to do anything." she said while holding Wendy's wrist.

"Silly girl, of course i know it's consensual. I told you i've met him so many times in the past." Wendy slightly hugged Lia and patted her head.

Wendy left the spot that we're in and only Lia and you remain. you guide her to their waiting room and saw all of the ITZY members are inside. you just greeted them and stayed outside the door for security.

While waiting for the next schedule. You saw Red Velvet's Waiting room few doors away from you and reminded you of Son Seung-wan again, she is the only member of Red Velvet that you didn't have any physical connection with because the time you've spent with them doing bodyguard duties. The job only lasts for two weeks.

But you've been tirelessly messing with her other members almost every hour, especially Joy and Irene. The combination of the two made you a vegetable, it's like Yuna and Chaeryeong but sluttier. Meanwhile Seulgi is much more tamed and obedient. Yeri on the other hand had a boyfriend that time and don't want to cheat on him which is what couples must abide into.

For Wendy she didn't like the idea of you messing around with her co-members and stayed away from you, but you know that she also wanted what others was having.

She might say she don't but her actions betrayed her. Wendy and Seulgi share the same room and it's the same for Irene and Joy while Yeri is like a queen in her room because she's alone there and she can do whatever she wants.

Every time you fuck Seulgi senseless, Wendy will remain in their room while pretending to watch a movie and she really is watching but not the movie but you and Seulgi.

There's that one time when you and Seulgi is being intimate, she didn't even realize that she's been caught cause of how focus she is on how you plowed her roommate until she passed out. You even stood up and went to her side ordering her to suck your dick which she almost did, her tongue is already sticking out but she woke up from the trance and rushed out of the room.

Hours passed by and an SBS staff request all of the idols to go the stadium. ITZY decided to pick the ones in the higher floor and so we did. The managers didn't go with you and stayed at the staff rooms.

Lia invited you to sit beside her and so you did. The area is safe and no one will have the nerve to go on higher floor seats aside from other idols.

The music surrounds the whole place, this is a private party for idols and cameras are not allowed. Even the fans who owns fancafe's can't enter inside the premises.

Everyone is partying to the music when a group of girls came to your spot. it was Red Velvet.

"I told you he is here." Wendy said in a smug face, it looks like the other members didn't believe her. You stand up to greet them and so is ITZY.

"Hello seonbaes!" ITZY greets the senior girlgroup and they greeted them back.

"Oppa! I thought you'll stay abroad, i didn't expect to see you here." A woman suddenly hugged you and almost got out-of-balance because of it. Familiar scent envelops your sense of smell, her perfume is still the same. It was Joy.

You felt her chest rubbing into your own, still the same naughty woman. She let you go to for you to greet the other member, you gave each one of them a hug.

Seulgi is always the one who is quiet and waiting for her turn. Your mouth went for her neck and you marked with a hickey. Which she received well.

Yeri on the other hand became much more assertive on things. The moment you went in for a hug, the idol hugged you and she put her hand on your crotch. It's quick and impressive she whipped out your cock and started stroking it.

As far as you know she is still with her boyfriend but this is what she want so you let her.

She knelt down and put your cock in her mouth. Sucking it so passionately.

All of the girls were shocked and immediately blocked the two of you. Well, because of your height you are still visible.

"Kim Yeri what are you doing?!" Said Irene. Even she was shocked.

"I just want to taste it. All of you are addicted to this big fucking cock unnie. I want to know why, i already got my answer." Yeri continued to suck you off and stopped cause her jaw hurts.

"Seonbae you guys know Oppa too? In that extent?" Ryujin tried to pry why they didn't seem to mind that much what happened.

All of the Red Velvet members nod in unison. After Yeri had her unexpected FUN, you put your erected cock back in your pants which is not easy.

You proceed to greet the remaining people and hug them.

Your hug to Irene is much longer than the others. "Why did you let that brat do that? Pervert!" You just chuckled and act like its not your fault. "Still tall and handsome as ever huh?" Irene spoke.

"And still beautiful as ever huh noona?" as you lean back to see her face.

"I told you don't call me that, You are my Oppa. I belong only to you remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know baby." You gave her a kiss on her lips and proceed to hug Wendy.

She flinch because of the unexpected hug and she also felt your boner that isn't subsided yet but she return it eventually. "Hello Gorgeous!" you said while still hugging her.

"Gorgeous my ass! You are still the same."

"Your ass? I think they are gorgeous too!" your hands travelled from her back to her bottom and the moment you found the treasure you caress it gently, she whimper trying to hide her face on your chest.

"Once a pervert, always a pervert!" her hug tighten and it looks like she won't let go.

"So, you two got very close eventually huh?" Joy's voice interrupted your most awaited physical contact with Wendy.

"Yeah! So what?" You replied and let go of the woman in front of you and lean towards her ear to say something to her. "Should we continue what should've happen that day if you didn't run away from me?"

No words came out of her mouth but she nodded as an answer. Looks like she also looking forward in meeting you one day.

The other girls already finished their own personal greetings and now we are seated here in the higher floor and a less crowded side of the stadium, it's dark but not totally.

Lia is on your right and Wendy to your left. the younger idols are enjoying the party like it's their last day on Earth.

"Wendy, can you suck it for me please?" You are bold to your request. Your boner is already hurting. she look at you for a few seconds and she stand up from her chair to kneel in front you.

"Oooh! Looks like someone is eager to try the huge snake hiding beneath the clothes." Joy got the attention of others because of her remark. they proceed to watch what's going to happen. Even the ITZY members are waiting for it.

"Just make sure not to get caught." Irene added.

Your cock is already out and it's still wet because of Yeri. Wendy is now stroking your cock, her pace is not unbearably slow nor fast. It's perfect! Then she licks your shaft up and down. The girls reacts when Wendy sucked not just your dick but also your balls. You don't know where she learnt any of these but it makes your dick even harder.

"S-shit Wendy! Where did you learn to do that?" you said while moaning because of pleasure. Wendy is not the type of person that sleeps with just anyone.

Wendy sucks your dick with more intensity, she's starting to gain a pace and confidence, her drool is covering your shaft as she vehemently bobbed her head to your cock. You grabbed her head and starts violating the poor idols mouth like giving her a punishment.

"So it begins, hehe!" Joy patiently watching as i fuck her friend's throat like i did to her and the other idols.

"gawk... gawk... gawk" is the only sound that you can hear coming from Wendy. The Stadium's music don't matter to you or any of you.

You let Wendy's hands rest on your thighs while you fuck her face, her eyes are glued to you and her make up slowly getting ruined each time the tip of your cock touches the back of her throat, making both of you moan out of pleasure.

"Baby i'm cumming!" her eyes sparkles the moment you utter those words. She grabbed your thighs tightly as you pushed her head towards your throbbing and raging cock.

She blinked multiple times when your thick cum starts gushing out of your cock into her mouth. You can feel her tongue moving and trying to taste your load but no avail because your liquid is directly flowing to her stomach. All she can do is continue gulping.

You gave her a chance to at least taste your baby batter, the final three spurts landed in her mouth. Just like the rest, she showcase your cum and swallow all of it.

Your still erected cock lies on Wendy's face and the idol is just there letting it rest and looking at you.

"That's was so hot not gonna lie!" Joy and Yeri said in unison.

While the others are busy taking photos in a low light to prevent other people to actually see what transpired in your location. They giggled because of how the photos came to be.

Lustful yet passionate.

"Your mouth felt good, baby!"

"And your dick is so big you perverted bastard. I thought i was going to die. You keep choking me!"

"We are not done, come follow me outside." the other girls reacted wildly because of what you said. holding Wendy on her wrist pulling her. You walk through number of floors and doors ended up in an isolated room with basic furniture such as couch, tables, and other chairs.

You already know the layout of the stadium because this place is your typical work field when you're doing bodyguard duties.

Irene followed you to ensure that no one else in tailing you. "This is a nice spot, Oppa!" Irene said while looking around the room.

You didn't waste any more time and let the two of them kneel down to suck your cock once again. Wendy is kneeling to your right and in the opposite side is Irene.

Both of them were traversing your long shaft with their tongues to the top of your cock, they are moving in unison passionately kissing and licking both of your length and balls.

Wendy is now more daring in her assault. While the oldest choke herself from your big hard cock, the younger one find her way into your back entrance and started licking you there.

"Oooh, you are so daring Wendy! I like it! Irene deliberately stopping her onslaught on your cock just to compliment Wendy for her boldness.

You jolted because Wendy is performing a rimjob. "Now i-aahh, shit! i'm really curious on h-how and where did you l-learn any these." making yourself a bit more horny by the second.

"I didn't do anything with anyone, i just watch porn and learned how to do it. i barely even contain myself earlier when i saw you fucking Lia's face. I learn it for you, pervert!"

You stopped Irene from devouring your hard rod any further and carry Wendy into the couch and put her on a missionary, Irene spit on your cock again and again so that it will slid inside easily.

"I tried using dildos in our room, but i didn't order oversize ones cause i want your dick to destroy me and not those toys." Wendy confesses and it made you happy. "Please use my tight little pussy as you see fit, Daddy!"

You took Wendy's and Irene's clothes off and now of them are naked, flaunting both of their treasure. Irene's tits is much bigger than Wendy and yet both of them are reasonable in size. They are both firm and delicate. They both possess such flawless silky white skin in contrast to your slightly tanned yet firm skin.

"Daddy? I didn't expect that you had it in you Wendy, i'm so proud of you! Should i call you that too? Daddy." Irene said teasing you with her alluring voice and vexing body as she watches you preparing yourself to indulge into something so exquisite. Irene grabbed your head and pushed it against her tits making you suck her nipples.

She moaned like a total slut while caressing your head. Meanwhile Wendy is massaging her clit watching the two of you be intimate.

Irene stopped and let you devour the feast in front of you, she knows Wendy is still a virgin for a huge dick like yours.

"I'm going to put it in now, baby. bare with it." as you slowly slid your cock into her virgin cunt, her face starts showing a sign of pain when your cock is already half through.

"So fucking tight!" making sure she won't get hurt that badly.

"F-fuck, it's so big! it's all in finally!" she said.

"Oh not yet, little bitch. It's only half of it." Irene replied while hiding her laughter.

"What? There's more?! Gggh~ ahhh! FUCK!!" she gasped when you thrust suddenly and let her tight little cunt devour your rod completely.

"It hurts? Should i pull out?" you asked.

"No, please! Uh.. Let me adjust and get used to it first. I don't want to ruin this moment, ruin this for the three of us."

You're kissing Wendy and Irene one after the other, you can feel Wendy's passageway to loosen up a bit as you continue to stimulate her.

"I'm okay now D-daddy, please move!" Wendy said and you did what she asked. Few minutes of testing the waters and you started thrusting in more powerful way.

"Fuck Daddy your cock is so huge. such a big fucking cock! you are stretching me out aaah!~" Wendy began cursing and talking such vulgar words. She's getting fucked by a huge dick that even she couldn't imagine of receiving.

You changed position while your dick is still in her. You're plowing her in the back now and you are going deeper because it.

"Daddy you're so deep! Sh-shit! I think you are in my uterus. Fuck! you're going too deep! I can feel you in my stomach!" her moaning still sounds angelic like her singing voice and it's making you to fuck her more.

Her height and stature is small compare to you so it's easy for you to lift her up. You position her into full nelson, your favorite style even your clients in the past up to present still can't get over how you fuck them senseless in that vulgar position.

Irene saw through your intention and brought her phone out and ofcourse to start recording. She already knows that it's a trophy for another conquest, she has multiple videos of your past client getting plowed in that manner.

Wendy is surprise because of how easy for you to lift her, you placed each one of your arm to the back of her knees and your hands are already locked behind her neck.

You started plowing her again with more intensity, her moans become louder and louder. You are fucking her so hard that sound your body colliding as you thrust into her keeps echoing in the room.

Irene finished her little recording and dialed the girls to let them watch.

"Oooh! She's getting fucked real good there Unnie!" Joy has amazement in her voice and the other girls with her seems to be excited too. You can hear their voice cheering you to fuck Wendy more.

"Daddy! Please please please! You are so deep in me. Fuck! Use me! SHIT USE ME DAAADDDYYY!" Wendy squirting so much but you didn't stop pounding her, she's now half awake. the sound of her rich ass colliding with your body filled the room and made it look like a porn studio.

"I'm cumming you squirting slut!" you rammed her yet again waking her up.

"Yes! Breed me daddy. Fill me up! S-shit! i want your seed flowing inside me please please!" With that, your cum gushed out from your cock filling her up. You pulled out your still erected cock from her and you saw how it overflow, it's leaking.

Wendy passed out without realizing that the other girls are watching her getting railed so intensely, she changed into a different person whose instinct in to breed only.

"It's my turn now right Daddy?" Irene can't contain herself anymore. You can see how wet she is, you made her wait for so long.

"Of course come here baby, spread your legs for me in the couch!" and she did what you asked. she immediately position herself in the couch, legs spread and waiting like a total slut.

You didn't bother with the foreplay cause she's so wet and her ass is already lubricated so you straight up rail her in the ass and thrusting your whole length inside of her.

Wendy's moans were replaced by hers and it equally pleasing to the ears. You didn't hold back and showed her how much she deserved to be fuck hard because of her patience.

"Yes daddy! Fuck yes. I missed your huge cock so much! Please keep fucking me like this even if i eventually get married." She moans relentlessly saying such triggering words only makes you go even harder.

"I thought you hate men you slut!?" you're choking her neck with a normal grip of your hands, she seems to like it every time you did this to her.

"Yes i hate men, but not you. You may aaaah~ may be fucking so many women but you didn't do anything bad to us, instead yo- FUCK RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!!! SHIT!! instead you protected u-us and gave us a sense of security. i'll let you fuck me everywhere even we are in public. Fuck! SO PLEASE USE ME MY ASS! DESTROY ME DADDY!" She is taking your huge cock in her ass like a champ. You've been fucking her ass ever since your first day of being their bodyguard. You basically molded her insides to the shape of your dick.

"Spit in my mouth please! Please! Daddy! I want you to violate me please! FUCK!" She kept on begging you to spit in her mouth so you did while here eyes were rolled back and her tongue is sticking out.

"I'm cumming now baby! Where do you want it?!" your hands stopped choking her to let her breathe then you proceed to slap her face to asked her again. "Where? Tell me!"

"Cum in my ass daddy please! It's your personal fleshlight, fill my ass with your thick load aaahh~"

And with that signal, you release a series of generous amount of load into the ass of one of the beautiful or the most beautiful k-pop artist of all time. Bae Joo-hyun

Both of them are were completely ruined and yet they are happy, you saw Irene's phone still in the videocall with the girls they all saw how you fucked the two them. You decided to bid them farewell and end the call.

It's time to clean up this mess before anyone came in here.

"What the fuck is this?!"

You were picking their things when you heard someone yelled in the door, you saw her figure and you were stunned to speak.

"IT'S YOU!?" Both of you shouted in unison

[kylelovskii]

the real question is Kyle more or less of a lil shit once he gets the girl? like you can't tell me that boy doesn't own a remote controlled vibe... -mk anon

this request is so old but IDC!!!!

and he does. 100%.

i wrote this half asleep so im sorry if it sucks and if there’s errors

“cmon, pretty thing. just once? i promise i won’t use it much, and if i do, i won’t turn it up so high.”

liar. fucking liar.

kyle had sweet talked you into putting a vibrator inside yourself, then going to a party with all of the guys. he promised he wouldn’t turn it on very much, he just wanted to test it out, and you believed him, which is why you let him. but you were so, so wrong.

—

there you stood, talking with wendy and bebe. everything was going perfect, and you really thought kyle had just forgotten about it, but then you felt the slightest sensation between your legs go to not so slight.

your hand flew to your mouth, which caused wendy to stop mid sentence and look at you. “hey, are you okay? you look like you’re about to be sick,” she asked. you nodded frantically. “yeah—yes! ah— i just— um..got a sharp..c—cramp in my stomach. i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you replied before rushing off, trying not to let whines and whimpers escape from your mouth.

you rounded a corner into a hallway where, thankfully, no one was. you sighed loudly, sinking down to the floor. “oh god, kyle— stop, stop, stop…”

“what’s that? stop what?” you heard a voice come from down the hall. you snapped your head into the direction of the noise.

there kyle stood, his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants and his glasses perched upon his nose. you looked him up and down, noticing how his white wife beater hugged his waist perfectly.

“you— you said you wouldn’t do it much. and that if you did— it wouldn’t be so high!” you said, not even bothering to stand up and go to him. instead, he came to you and knelt down, taking your chin in his hand. “oh, i guess i tricked you. poor girl.”

then he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. “why don’t we go back to the party, huh? i think our friends miss us. i don’t think it would be very polite to abandon everyone just so i could toy with you,” he said as he led you back to the group he was originally with. as you walked, the vibrations slowly came to a halt. when it stopped, you sighed in relief.

kyle held your hand as he spoke with cartman, the two of them bantering while kenny and stan just listened, laughing at the smart remarks that came out of one of the others mouth. you listened as well, letting out a giggle or two, but then kyle turned the toy to its highest setting.

your knees almost buckled underneath you, and you let out an audible gasp which turned into a whine. “oh, honey, what’s the matter?” kyle asked, rushing to your aid. you gave him a look, then lied and said, “my stomach hurts, kyle.”

everyone looked at the two of you confused, but then kyle excused the both of you so he could 'help you'.

he dragged you into a bathroom, locked the door, then picked you up and set you on the counter. he forced your legs open, then moved your panties to the side to look at your glittering cunt.

your skirt bunched up at your stomach as he kneeled between your legs. he didn’t do anything, he just looked up at you and dirty talked you.

“see? look at you. you’re such a good girl, but i bet you’d rather me do this in front of all our friends. especially cartman, huh? that right, doll?” you shook your head quickly, telling him no.

“awh, baby don’t deny it. you may be a good girl for me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a little slut, right?” you shook your head again, whining and squirming, trying to close your legs. “no— nonono!”

“come on, take it for me. i know you can. be a good whore and take it. quit tryin' to close your legs,” kyle said, keeping your legs open with both his hands.

“please— i..oh god—” you groaned before your orgasm washed over you, your legs twitching and your hands flying to kyle’s hair.

as you came down from your high, you heard kyle speak, “wow that was quick. good job, baby. come on, i’ll clean you up and get that thing outta you,” he told you, helping you off the counter, then sitting you down on the toilet seat and running the water in the sink.

[dollyyss]

The main four + butters and how they hug you!

I had to add butters because he’s such a fucking cutie! I’m so sorry these ideas are ass I’ve had such bad writers block but I’ve wanted to get some stuff out for this page!! My requests are open if you’d like to leave a request!!

Established Relationship! All characters are 18+

Kyle, Stan, kenny, Eric, Butters

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Kyle Broflovski:

- his hugs are so warm, gentle and so full of love. One of his many favourite moments with you are sharing hugs.

-he’s quite tall, so majority of the time your stuck stuffing your face in his chest and smiling at his warmth. He’ll sometimes sink down a bit to your level so he can rest his face in the crook of your neck and breathe in your soft scent. He’ll always have his arms around your waist and usually your arms are around his neck and if they aren’t his hands are finding them and putting your arms there himself.

-we won’t always hug you in front of the boys, often. It’s not that he doesn’t want to trust me he does he’s a love sick puppy. It’s just cartman he’s afraid of. Not afraid of him but more afraid the teasing if you two are being touchy with each other. He doesn’t want cartman to get to you so he tends to protect you from him quite a lot. But if cartman isn’t around he’s happy to have you on his lap, arms around your waist whiles yours wrap around neck, laying your head on his shoulder and listening to him talk to Stan or any of the other boys.

-whole hugging like this, normally he’ll have a hand around your waist and another placed on your thigh, softly rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. A few kisses will be planted to your head in between his conversations. At this point the boys have learned to ignore it.

-He’ll normally hug you when he picks you up from your house to walk to school, when he’s dropping you off at home at any point, or if he hasn’t seen you in the morning and you arrive to school on your own. If you don’t have a class together right away he’s sure to find you and give you a tight squeeze, lips attacking your ear playfully as he tells you to focus in your class.

-..also. Before and after his basketball games.. before is completely fine but after prepare for the sweat. He tries to make the hug quick so you don’t get dirty so this is really the only time he’ll side hug you.

-don’t worry you get a tight hug once he’s all clean.

Stan Marsh:

-he’s the super SUPER cuddly one. I’m talking will hug you at any time doesn’t matter where or what you’re doing he’s hugging you. He’ll always have his hands at your shoulders, it’s to keep you close against him, his fingers drawing soft circles on your back while your hands find your way to his own back, squeezing him causing him to let out a soft grunt.

-When he was Wendy as a kid he was touchy like any kid would be in their first relationship. Lots of hand holding, hugging but things changed a lot over the years, and now that he’s freshly eighteen he’s been so fucking touch starved it’s nuts. Sure at parties he’d hook up with random girls, not often but he did but it wasn’t enough.

-so once he finds you oh my god he’s touchy all over. It’s constant hugging.

-he’s not one for PDA much, like Kyle he’ll do it in front of specific people but if you’re at his or he’s at yours he’s all over you. I’m talking anything you do he’s hugging you.

Kenny:

-he’s a back hugger 100%.

-Up at the front getting supplies your teacher told you to get? he’s following close behind and wrapping his arms around you, chin on your shoulder as he watches you grab your things and getting extra for him.

-He likes to smoosh you, I’m talking will hug you from behind and then for fun take his large hand and place it over your face just to smoosh it. He’ll laugh when you smack his hand and his head is back to its normal resting spot on your shoulder.

-loves PDA! He’s constantly hugging you in front of his friends as much as they rip on him, he couldn’t care less. He’s a touchy person and he wants to feel you near him as much as possible.

-“Ken, I’ll be there in a moment baby why don’t you sit down and get the movie ready” his grip on you tightens as he softly grinds against the back of you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder “but babbyyyyy” yeah. When he hugs you like this which is almost always.. he’s probably grinding on you at some point.

- all in all his hugs can be quite comforting actually. The feeling of his chest warm against your back, his arms around your shoulders or waist. He always lets his fingers dance against you for a moment before rubbing at your sides or shoulders and placing a kiss to the back of your neck.

Eric Cartman:

-He’s actually quite a nice hugger. As a kid he was pretty chubby but as he got older he built a bit of muscle, so his hugs end up being quite soft, despite the muscle flex every once and a while.

- in public he won’t hug you, no he’ll most likely have a hand on your hip and and that’s about all oh but when you two are alone. That’s a completely different story with Cartman.

- When he’s feeling nice, vulnerable his hugs consist of him having one hand at the back of your neck and the other at your lower back, his face his nuzzled deep into the crook of your neck while he feels you play with his hair, your hands soon coming to give the hug back. If he’s standing he’ll sway like this for a moment, if he’s laying down he’s probably the little spoon, slightly curled up and falling asleep to the feeling of your warm breathe against his back.

-but his normal hugs are somewhat quick, hands around your waist and then that’s it. You can’t complain really at least he’s hugging you, giving you affection. From what you’ve heard and most definitely witnessed he’s an asshole big time but you appreciate the soft moments with him. So any hug is nice.

Butters:

-he’s such a cutie fucking patootie. He’s a smoosher but in a way different way then Kenny, where as Kenny messes around Butters is serious. Mf is squishing his face to yours, his hand pressed against your cheek to press to his cheek. He wants to be close.

-he hugs you gently, but with enough force to keep you warm and feeling safe. He likes to place a hand on the top of your hand while the other pulls you in by the back of your shoulders, softly letting his thumb draw patterns over your shoulder blades.

-this is where the smooshing starts, he’s rubbing his cheek on yours, pressing his nose into yours, his lips are all over you as he makes the hug tighter.

-not really a hug but he loves to carry you, like giving you piggy back rides, carrying you bridal style from school the car, or on the way home. He just loves holding you in anyway he can

-“well darlin, your feet look like they hurt..” “I’m okay butters” “please.. I-I won’t drop ya I promise and if I do you can slap me silly” you can only giggle as he bends down to your level so you can jump on his back.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Mabel's Marvelous Sexventures! CYOA Part 2

The following story is pornographic in nature. All characters depicted are over 18. This story is for adults only.

19, Mabel was 19. An adult who does an adult thing. Like mix too much rum into her Mabel Juice. Even being in college, Mabel and Dipper made a promise to make their way to Gravity Falls each summer. They even still shared that old attic in the Mystery Shack. Of course sharing a room as adults did have awkward moments.

As Dipper laid in his own bed across the room, his penis stood fully erect. And what a penis!! After spending two years in college, Mabel had seen quite a bit of erect penises, but none were as big as her bro’s. And with how his sheets were spread out, Dipper was fully exposed to his sister. Not that Mabel herself was no slouch herself. Her boobs were roughly the size of her own head. Mabel knew she had to handle this delicately.

"Dipper wake up, I can see your ding dong!"

He shot up. "Wha?" He looked down at his crotch. "Aaah." He shoved himself back into his boxers while he blushed.

"I'll let you take the first shower since you need more."

Dipper left the room grumbling. Mabel wondered if she might have had to do with Dipper’s boner. Her sleepwear consisted of an old tee shirt that doesn't fit anymore, showing off her boobies. And an old pair of panties. She wasn't exactly leaving much to the imagination here. But could her own brother want to fuck her?

He came back soon, towel around his waist, showing off his hot body. Years of monster hunting did wonders for his physique.

Mabel went to the bathroom and quickly stripped. Dipper left her plenty of hot water. She lathered soap on her bare breasts, washed her ass, and her other parts too. She shaved her legs and pits, leaving them nice and smooth. She did trim her mound, but only to leave the patch of brown hair manageable. After she was clean and dry, Mabel dressed in a pair of matching pink bra and panties, jeans short shots, miss matched sneakers with long socks, and a purple sleeveless blouse that showed off her cleavage nicely.

She joined Dipper in the kitchen. “Any plans today?”

“Some gnomes told me there been some strange plants in the forest. I asked around town and there was an old greenhouse around that area abandoned back in the 2000s. I was going to check it out after breakfast. Wanna come?”

“I dunno. I don’t wanna spend my day looking at plants.”

“Think about it,” Dipper told her as he left the room.

Once alone, Mabel turned her attention to her cercal. While she was eating breakfast, there was a knock at the back door. “Pacifica!” Mabel shouted as she opened the door. Paz had stopped dying her hair years ago, leaving her a dirty blonde. Her outfit consisted of a pink tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. She had a good sized bust but it paled in comparison to Mabel’s. Where Pacifica did shine was her ass. It was huge and shapely in all the right ways. It was thicc with a capital ICC. Looking at that ass helped Mabel realize she was bi. And the jeans Pacifica was wearing was doing wonders for it.

“Paz!! What can I do for ya girl?”

“I was gonna go to the mall. I was hoping we could go together.” Pacifica brushed as she brushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled.

“That sounds fun! But I might have other plans. I’ll get back to you.” The blonde nodded and left.

Mabel was running the cash register in the gift shop when a familiar face wandered in. “Wendy!”

“Dude!” The two hugged. Wendy was still tall. Even taller than Dipper. And while not bulky, her muscles definitely had some definition. Her ears and several pieces and her arms and neck had some tats. She had a thin white tank top with some blue jeans. Mabel could see a nipple piercing underneath her top. “I was going to go to the woods to do some hiking. I just wanted to say hi.” With a wave she was gone.

Hiking alone seemed like a bummer. Maybe Mabel should have gone with her? She had so many different things she could do today.

[bcgphoenix]

9 People You’d Like To Get To Know Better

Tagged by @jessica-drewz!

Favorite color: Blues, purples, dark greens -- deep jewel colors, basically. (And black because it's utilitarian.)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Savory, spicy, and sweet, in that order

Relationship status: Happily taken by the lovely @jessica-drewz ❤️

Last song: "A Little Dive Bar in Dahlonega" by Ashley McBryde, which should be way gayer than it actually is. I'm always gonna be a little mad it's actually written from the POV of one of McBryde's cishet male friends >:(

Last movie: Elemental, which I had no idea was a second-gen immigrant story rather than a super-basic "girl meets boy but OH NO they're from ~different worlds~~" story! AND I WISH I HAD, because omg I would've watched it way sooner. The animation's gorgeous and I cried a little and I wanna punch the marketing team a lot.

Last thing I googled: Stuff I can't actually talk about because it's related to my new job. HEY GUYS I MIGHT FINALLY HAVE A NEW JOB IF ALL THE PAPERWORK GETS APPROVED!!!! they said, thoroughly burying the lede, lol

Currently watching: ...nothing, actually! I finished OFMD S2 a couple weeks ago along with everybody else, but for some reason I haven't been on much of a TV kick this year.

Currently reading: I'm in between books at the moment, but recently I finished the audiobook of Big Swiss by Jen Beagin, which is a messy, wry, gay trainwreck(approving) and quite well done tbh.

Current obsession: OFMD still has my heart even after all the missteps of S2. Also, I started playing Don't Starve to wind down after work, which, uh, probably continues to say a lot about my current job! (Current longest streak: 28 days with Wendy, because I can just hang back and let Abigail do all my dirty work when something tries to murder me ☺️)

I'm always bad at tagging folks to do these memes, and I'm not even sure who's around on tumblr anymore, so: TAG, YOU'RE ALL IT

[nautiscarader]

H-hotel: A new kind of magic (Wendip/Lumity/Hiccstrid)

(Ao3)

The spacious, stone corridor was filled with gentle laughter as two women stepped from the elevator and ran towards the door of their room. The laughter ended, however, when Amity's lips metLuz's, as the latter pressed her girlfriend against said door, letting her arms lock around her back, slowly undoing her clothes.

Visiting a love hotel has been on their dirty minds for some time, and hearing about mysterious gate opening on the Boiling Isles only deepened the appetite for this fantasy. Keys rattled in Luz's pocket as she searched for them, Amity toying with her, preventing her reaching them,as if wanting to prolong their foreplay and for someone to spot them makingout in the public.

Anbd her wish was suddenly fulfilled.

"Oh, look like you guys are our company!"

Amity yelped when she heard a female voice address them,and frantically tried to cover her blouse that has been pulled up. Luz, on the other hand, took defensive position, ready to shield Amity, though she was surprised to see the red-haired woman wasn't alone.

She held hands with a chestnut-haired younger man, while another, odd-looking couple accompanied them, their costumes making them look like they escaped a renaissance fair.

"Hey, back off, this is our room!"

"Yeah, I was weirded out the first time too", the blonde woman with braided hair spoke,before she reached out into her pocket.

At the same time, Luz brought hers out, and examined the other two, unable to spot any obvious differences.

"But-but this have to be a mistake…"

"Nope, eh, not how this place works…", the taller man, clad in leather suit chuckled, his cheeks burning with shades of crimson. "And it takes a moment to get used to it…"

Intrigued, Luz inserted the key into the hole, and, feeling the tiniest spark of magic flowing through her fingers, let the door open, only to reveal…

"Three beds?", Amity blinked, "W-wait… Is-is this a hotel for…"

"Swingers? Yeah, kinda.", the girl in flannel shirt finished,as they entered the room.

"But it doesn't have to be", her partner quickly added. "Hi, my my name is Dipper, this is my girlfriend, Wendy".

"'Sup"

"And this fair lady is Astrid Hofferson, and I am Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock the third,of the Berkian Haddocks.", he added, as if to clear the confusion.

Luz and Amity exchanged confused looks before reaching their hands to shake with their unexpected new friends.

"Luz, Luz Noceda."

"And I am Amity Blight. Sorry, you were saying something…"

"Ah, yes.", Dipper corrected glasses on his nose, "This place kinda… pairs, uh, pa irs with each other that have something in common. We're not quite sure how it works."

"Witchcraft, probably", Astrid replied, gaining Luz's and Amity's attention. "We don't really dabble in that in our village… and what do you do?"

"Are you going to use that axe if we say that we are witches?", Luz asked, once again stepping foot forward. Amity, however,was ahead of her, bringing some of the abomination goo from her purse, manipulating in the air, much to the other four's amazement.

"Woah, more magic!", Wendy exclaimed, "And I thought that the butterfly princess was the weirdest".

"I'd pick the invisible elf girl", Hiccup added sheepishly.

"You liked not being able to see her and knowing what she will do to you, right…?", Astrid asked in low, smoky voice that made her boyfriend chuckle.

At the same time, Amity felt more and more baffled, watching the four others casually mention their previous sexcapades with levity and nonchalance.

"Hey, sweet potato.", Luz brought her from the trance, " You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just slightly… confused"

"We can take it easy",Wendy quickly stepped in, unbuttoning her shirt, "There is a reason the beds are separated… for now, at least".

"Or we could dive straight in and let you show us what magic you can do", Astrid countered, unbuckling what now, Luz realised, was leather armor. "And something tells me you've came prepared."

Amity looked, first at Luz, then at her new friends, and made her decision…

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I absolutely adore your work! And you write for Peter :3 , could I get some more Peter stories? Fluff or extreme angst,

awwww thank you!!

this uh... this counts, right?? I did lean toward angst, but it came out rather hurt/comforty...

sort of wrote it as a prequel to this one where Reader is a servant whose mistress takes the injured circus gang in to nurse them to health! that one is set like six months after the gang arrives, this is the night they first get there and are all super fucking near death >:)

there’s also some Peter and Wendy sibling feels in here too because I love!!!

ENJOYYYYY~

(Mistress) returns to the manor late at night, covered in blood, with seven dirty, wounded wretches in tow.

After you and the rest of the staff realize that she’s shouting orders for all of you to help keep these people alive, things become a blur.

There are few of you as opposed to the people she’s taken in, so you find yourself trying to look after two of them. Before you see them, you never would have believed that someone could be shot in the head and survive.

Between the staff and your lady, you haul everyone into the unused rooms to get settled before you start trying to help them. As far as the two you’ve got, two small people who you worry might be children, the girl seems to be in worse shape, so you try to get her bleeding stopped first. She whimpers and squirms and cries the entire time, though you can’t blame her. Everyone that (Mistress) brought in must be in so much pain. You can’t imagine having these kinds of injuries and still being able to feel everything.

You’re certainly no doctor, but finally you get the blood to stop flowing and wrap her head in bandages. There’s not much else you can do for her right now; you move toward the boy with your supplies, and as soon as you’ve sat on the bed, he cracks his eyes open, more aware of his surroundings than his companion.

“Oi… ‘ow is she?” His voice is quiet, raspy… desperate. Looking closely, you can see new tears pooled at the bottoms of his eyes and dried stains from crying. “Y’ ‘ave ta save ‘er… she’s my sister…”

“Shh, shh. Don’t… don’t get all worked up, alright?” You press a fresh towel to the wound in his head the same as you did with his sister. It breaks your heart when he flinches, so much harder than she did the whole time.

Despite how horrific his wounds are, he’s alert. He’s forcing himself not to calm down, like he thinks if he does, he’ll die. Like he’s expecting something terrible to happen any second and he doesn’t trust someone who’s trying to keep him from bleeding to death. “No…! No, y’ gotta… she’s my sister… she’s all I got, she’s all I got…”

You frown and press harder, your other hand coming to the opposite side of his head to hold him steady. “You older than her?”

He barks out a weak laugh. “Y-yeah, sure… by ‘bout a minute ‘r two.”

“Oh! Oh, so you’re twins.”

“She’s still my baby sister,” he hisses. “Stop prattlin’ ‘n’ tell me she ain’t dead!”

You blink in surprise, glancing over toward where the girl is resting. Well, this boy is a little firecracker, isn’t he? He clearly loves his sister, though. “No, no, no, she’s not. I stopped the bleeding and wrapped her head, and I’m trying to do that for you as well, alright?”

Then it hits you: she was making constant noises of agony when you were trying to take care of her. Now that she’s gone quiet, he thinks something is wrong.

“She’s just trying to relax,” you reassure him. “Do you think you can relax for me, too?”

You’re sure you hear him almost growl… then it’s taken over by a wince of pain. “Ah, f-fuck…”

The curse takes you aback. The use of such a word as that makes you suddenly rethink your estimation of his age. Children might say it to shock adults, but they don’t use it like that. “… Ah. So.” You hesitantly pull the towel away to check the bleeding. Lighter, not quite stopped. You’re still surprised he’s able to speak and be coherent. “How… how old are you and your sister?”

He scoffs. “’Ow old d’ we look? Ten? Eleven?” Oh. Sore subject. It looks like the anger drains out of him quickly, though, overtaken by fatigue. “Almos’ thir’y. We’re the oldest ‘f everyone else.”

You wouldn’t have expected that at all. The two of them are so petite, with such youthful features… neither of them look anywhere near thirty. You might call it good luck if he didn’t seem so bitter about it, leaving nothing to the imagination that most people he’s come in contact with have probably taken him for a little boy.

But in the candlelight you work by, shadows are cast onto this man’s face. The flickering glow illuminates dark lines under his eyes, a heaviness in the glassy hues of them, something that speaks to the truth.

If you look only at his eyes, there’s no way you could mistake him for a child. He is most certainly no little boy.

“Oh,” is all you can say for a moment. You press the towel back in against his wound, to which his expression tugs at your heartstrings. God, this poor man. He and his sister and his friends have been through hell tonight.

When you move to check the towel again, and replace it to make sure it’s not an illusion that the bleeding has started to stem, he grimaces again. “Sorry, sorry,” you murmur. “I-I know this hurts. You’re all quite lucky Lady (Mistress) found you… with that kind of luck, you should live. It’s going to be painful for a long time, but… you should be alright.”

He lets out this shuddering sigh. It sounds as if he isn’t really grateful for that knowledge, and yet he’s far too exhausted to argue. You think perhaps you should be thankful that he’s not going to say much on that particular topic.

You don’t want to start talking his ear off, so for the most part you work in relative silence for the next few minutes. The towels stop coming away bloody at last, at which point you unroll the bandages and begin to wrap them round his head just like you did his sister’s.

As you get back to work, you speak up. “What are your names? You and your sister?”

“… ‘m PETER,” he grunts. “My sister’s Wendy.”

“Ah, right. Well… it’s lovely to meet you two. I’m (Name).”

He doesn’t respond aside from a sharp breath sucked in between his teeth. “Fuckin’… what the blue ‘ell ‘re y’ wrappin’ me with ‘ere, a bloody crown’a thorns?!”

You let out the ghost of a chuckle. “I’m sorry to say it bluntly, but, Peter… you were apparently shot in the head. Anything I do is likely going to hurt right now.”

He doesn’t have anything to say to that, it seems; he just huffs and swears under his breath again.

Much as you know it hurts him, you really are trying to be gentle. The last thing you want is to cause him even more pain. That said… you can’t deny that your hands are shaking. Even though you’re doing better than when you bandaged Wendy up, this whole situation is so surreal, it almost feels like you’re watching someone else.

What is all this, anyway? Have you stepped out of your life and into the pages of some mystery horror novel? Whose mistress brings home seven people covered in blood who are on the brink of death?

Does she even know what’s happened to them? Where did she find them? Why would anyone want to attack a group like this?

After a few more minutes working in relative silence, (though you can hear some of the others trying to take care of whoever they’ve decided to tend to), a weak groan floats over from the other bed. “Peter…? Peter, are… you there…?”

In an instant Peter comes back to life, mercifully just as you’re finishing tying off the bandages. He tries to push himself up despite the fact that he clearly doesn’t have the strength right now. “Yeah! Wendy, it’s… it’s okay, I’m ‘ere. I’m ‘ere.”

It’s such a duality for you to see, him being angry and sullen one moment and then as soon as his sister speaks, he jumps into being a supportive older brother. He looks like he might tear himself apart trying to reassure her that he’s here. Like that simple fact will make everything fine.

You don’t speak even as you turn to look at Wendy, splitting your attention among the two of them. It feels almost as if you’re witnessing an incredibly intimate moment between siblings.

Which… you likely are. These two and the rest of their group were pulled back from death’s edge tonight. They may have thought the other was dead, and Wendy almost certainly came to full consciousness not knowing if her brother was alive.

All these people. They nearly died. They’re in immense pain. They might have thought they’d never see each other again. Just being in each other’s presence, sitting here knowing my sister’s alive and my brother’s alive must be an unbelievable comfort.

Wendy’s chest rises and falls with the heavy labor of her breathing. At last she speaks again, and her voice sounds tearful. “A-are y’ alright?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, and his own breath isn’t much better. The two of them sound so, so relieved to be talking to each other, though. “Yeah, I’m fine. We’re gonna be alright, okay? Ev’rythin’s gonna be alright, Wendy.”

“Wot about the others? Jumbo? All… all the rest ‘f ‘em…?”

Peter’s gaze snaps to you. He looks too drained to be truly angry. Whatever his fury was like before, it’s nothing but a pile of ash, having burned itself to smolders. “I dunno. Oi, wot was it, (Name)? D’y’ know anythin’?”

You get the feeling he doesn’t even like that he has to ask you about it. “I… don’t, no. But I can check. Lady (Mistress) brought a bunch of people in, er, ah… five others besides you.”

“Five?” Peter’s lips move a bit as he rattles off a muttered set of names. “Jumbo, Joker, Freckles, Dagger, Beast… that’s five, right?”

“Yes, that’s right, five names. Is that everyone?”

Wendy nods in your direction. “Yeah.”

You give her a nod back and get up to your feet. “I’ll go check. Lady (Mistress)’s other servants have been trying to fix them up, too, so… they should be doing better. You two probably want to be alone with each other for a bit anyway, right?”

“Bring ‘er over ‘ere first,” Peter huffs.

That catches you off guard. “… Lady (Mistress)?”

His expression is almost certainly as much a scowl as he can manage. “Th’ fuck… are y’ thick ‘r somethin’? Get Wendy over ‘ere.”

“Oh… oh!” That makes a bit more sense; he wants to be close to his sister, and you’d wager she wants to be close to him too. “Of course, sure.”

When you lift Wendy from the bed she’s in, she clings to you, almost. It makes you think that she knows she’s not very strong at the moment, and that she’s afraid you might drop her. You do your best to hold her tightly, a silent reminder that you’ll be careful.

As soon as you set her next to Peter, the two of them huddle together. Wendy presses in against his side, and Peter, unsteady though his movements are at the moment, hooks his arm around her shoulders to bring her into a hug.

In the whispering of the candlelight, you can see tears in both their eyes.

And you can hear Wendy sobbing, with her face buried in her brother’s shoulder, and Peter shushing her with, “It’s okay, it’s okay” and “I’m ‘ere” as he rubs her back.

You watch the scene for a few seconds before bending down again, putting a hand in Peter’s hair to gingerly brush it back. It draws his attention to you, and you’re not sure what that look in his eyes is. Exhaustion, if you had to guess. You don’t think he particularly cares for your intrusion on his attempt to keep himself and his sister from falling apart, but he doesn’t dislike it enough to push you away.

What can you even say? You don’t think there’s anything.

So instead, you lean down to ghost your lips briefly over his forehead. As you do, your hand drifts down to lightly squeeze his forearm. Just as he wanted to reassure his sister, you want to reassure him. “I’ll… I’ll be right back, okay?”

Even once you walk out and close the door, you can still hear Wendy crying. “Oh, my God, Peter, wot are we gonna do? Wot’s gonna ‘appen?”

You wish you had any idea what’s going to happen from here.

But, regardless… you know they’re in good hands.

Whatever happened before this, it’s over. They’re here now.

Things are going to get better.

[survey--s]

287.

Have you ever eaten a Big Mac? Yeah, but I really don’t get the appeal. I prefer chicken to beef burgers.

Do you currently have a job? Yeah, I run my own business.

Are you engaged right now? No.

How old will you be next Christmas? I’ll be 34 next Christmas.

What brand is your vacuum cleaner? We have a Shark but it probably needs replacing fairly soon.

How often do you shower? Everyday, at least once a day. On hot days or when I work late, I sometimes shower twice as I just can’t stand feeling dirty.

How many surveys have you taken so far on here? On this account, this is number 287 but on my previous Xanga I got up to well over 20,000 and I’ve had several Tumblrs and other accounts between then and now too.

Could you win a staring contest with someone? Nope, I’m absolutely rubbish with them, lol.

Name the last video game you’ve played. Klondike on my phone.

Have you ever watched “The Price is Right?” No.

Who is your best friend? Mike.

Do you believe in sex before marriage? Sure, I actually think waiting until marriage is really daft, to be honest.

What bothers you about the people of today? Nothing that’s unique to today. People have always done shitty things.

Have you ever smoked marijuana? Nope.

How high can you count without losing your place? I get bored of stuff like that pretty easily, so maybe like 30.

Where was your favorite hangout as a kid? Friends houses, but as I got older it was the cinema, the bowling alley, McDonald’s, the park and around town in general.

Name one memory you miss. Travelling several times a year, and having it paid for by someone else lol.

What’s your favorite girl’s name? Catelyn or Savannah.

Who are you currently living with? My husband, our dog and three cats,

Can you type fast? Sure.

What’s your favorite pizza topping? Tomato sauce, mozzarella, sundried tomatoes, black olives and pesto OR bbq sauce, extra cheese, bacon, mushrooms, sausage and sweetcorn.

Do you feel like you need to lose weight? Sure, but I don’t care enough to do something about it ha.

Is summer your favorite season? I love summer as long as it’s not too sticky and humid.

Which sport do you suck at the most? Any team sports.

Are you close with your cousins? No, they all live overseas.

Are you good at rapping? No.

How often do you go to church? Never.

Do you feel like you’re judged for your looks? I mean, sure.

Are you a parent? No thank you.

Do you wear glasses? Yeah, I’ve had glasses since I was eight.

Name someone who has changed your life for the better. Weirdly, my old boss who was a dick, but it gave me the push I needed to quit my job and now I’m working the best job in the world.

Do taking tests make you nervous? I don’t really take tests anymore but I hated them in school.

What do you want as a career for the future? For now, I’m happy dog-walking and pet-sitting.

Can you say the alphabet in more than one language? Yeah, in three languages aside from English.

Who was the last person you talked to? Mike.

Do you and your friends have a secret handshake? No.

Do you eat three meals a day? Not really, I tend to have breakfast and then I just snack the rest of the day. I skip lunch as I’m always out walking dogs so I tend not to eat my second lot of food until around 2-3pm most days.

What do you want out of life? Happiness.

Do you ever tend to think too deeply? In the past, sure.

Name one world issue that upsets you. The fact that Boris Johnson is the PM of this country, lol.

Do you ever feel like your friends are ditching you? I don’t really have any friends.

Where’s the last fast food place you’ve eaten at? McDonald’s.

Do you know anyone named Sue? Yeah, I have a client called Sue, and my first boyfriend’s mum was also named Sue.

Do you like Wendy’s frosties? We don’t have Wendy’s over here.

How long of a drive are you from California? I’m about a nine hour flight away.

What time is it right now? It’s currently 4.32pm.

What are you going to do after taking this survey? Probably another survey as I don’t need to go out again until 7pm.

When’s the last time you’ve had a headache? A few days ago as I didn’t drink enough at work.

Do you ever get carsick? Yeah, especially if I have to sit in the back. 

Name your favorite cartoon. The Simpsons is the only one I watch regularly, but I only like the early seasons really. When I was a kid, I liked Arthur and Spongebob.

How long can you go without sleeping? I’ve stayed awake for almost 48 hours before but I felt absolutely horrendous afterwards and slept for about 23 hours straight, lol.

Do you groom your eyebrows? Yeah.

How do you feel about tanning? I would never use a tanning bed but I work outside so I get a tan just by going to work everyday. My current tan lines are ridiculous so I’m trying to wear shorts now so my legs get a bit browner.

Do you sleep in pajamas? Yeah, either a shorts/t-shirt set or an over-sized t-shirt.

[proserpina-magnus]

☘️ - NSFW alphabet

James Potter if haven't done one

This is a little choppy but I hope you enjoy it! Mwah.

James Potter NSFW Alphabet

Reader: tried to keep it as nb as possible )

Warning: pure smut and no editing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super comforting and he’s really affectionate. He loves to massage your back (which will probably lead to another round). And he does that cute thing where he’d rub his nose against yours. He’d cover you in blankets and literally would hand feed you if he could. He basically forces you to drink water as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your thighs, he likes placing his hands on them and laying in between them.

He likes his stomach since he’s worked really hard on it over the last couple of years with quidditch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will wear a condom only if you want, but he’d much prefer to go without. He’s pull out game is strong as fuck and he usually cums over your ass or thighs, sometimes even stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

James wants to do collaring and he’s been fascinated and keeps daydreaming about being your good boy or having the opposite and getting you a collar that says “daddy’s _____” (preferred nicknames like girl or boy, etc).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced without actually have experience, he wants first times to be important so he was actually waiting for the right one (which happened to be you). He can definitely find his way around your body with ease, who knows how he knows how to do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he likes have your knees over his shoulders and takes his sweet time making the moment last as long as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a sap so he try’s not to be humourus, he wants the sex to be romantic and he can’t risk turning you off with one of his lame dad jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s a mess, he’s tried to shave it, comb it, trim it, it’ll just grow back. It definitely matches his head hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like said before, James wants the sex to be romantic. He likes holding your hand and kissing your shoulder’s and lips until they're rosy. He just wants to take care of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Pretty often, he gets stressed sometimes so he’ll just get out a quick wank before heading to class in the morning or late at night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a ton, d/s is very present and the roles switch between you both often. Power play is a must and he has a big thing for bondage, he loves all the different knots and shapes, he thinks the ropes look pretty against your skin. There’s others like makeup, he weirdly finds it attractive when mascara runs down your cheeks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in his dorm, he prefers to have his time and spend every second admiring and taking care of you. He rarely would want to do something out of order and he needs a quick notice before trying a new location. He usually promises you he’ll satisfy you later if you become needy during class or at hogsmeade.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything, fuck me eyes go along way for him. Sometimes you don’t even mean to get him going and he’s rushing you up to his dorm. He likes the uniforms too, he’d purposely mix up your robes or house ties just so people would know you’d belong to a certain wizard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d like spanking to a minimum, but the second he sees blood he freaks out. Even bruises make him worry and he’d begin to cry and kiss over it, promising you he’d never mean to hurt you and he’d be super careful next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving it, since he likes the stability of cumming down your throat. But if he’s subby he’s prefer to give you pleasure, he just wants to please you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, sometimes after a quidditch game (depending if he won or lost) he’d take it out on you, rough and fast sex was a must so he could released all of his pent up tension. But then he’d get really soft and gentle to soothe over the rough behaviour. If he’s subby, he’ll let you control everything.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Personally he doesn’t like it, a quick blow job in between classes is alright with him or even a quick fuck in the showers in the changing rooms, but he prefers his time and he’d rather have you all to himself for a few hours.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not necessarily, he likes boundaries so you both talk over them often and he’d just do whatever was in the green zone. Sometimes if he’s being a hard dom he’ll try a risky move, wait for you reaction and depending on that he’ll keep it up or drop it immediately.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy… he’s not the Gryffindor quidditch caption for nothing. He’s athletic, charming, and a golden retriever boyfriend. He definitely can go for 4 or 5, depending on his mood and on time, since it doesn’t take much to make him cum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t, he’s a bit embarrassed but he definitely isn’t opposed to watching you play with yourself. He actually loves mutual masterbation and he enjoys watching you show him all the things that make you feel good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you but loves when you tease him, every little look or if you grab his arm for protection, he’s creaming in his pants. Whenever you whisper in his ear, even if it isn’t sexual, he’s gulping and fixing his trousers.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Subby James moans a lot, he whines and whispers and he likes to talk. But more dominant James groans and whispers cusses (which is the only time he rarely swears because he hates cuss words).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys morning sex way to much, he likes the sunlight beaming in and the slow and groggy movements due to being sleepy, he loves the little whines and enjoys the cold air from the morning cooling off his hot skin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid nine inches, come on he’s James Potter. He’s quite proud of it too, smirking whenever he see’s a tummy bulge or even when you have trouble standing after sex.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high to the extreme, he never knew how horny he truly was until he began to date you. Every day he wanted to take you to his dorm and try new things, he wanted to be cocooned in between your legs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s had a long day, it doesn’t take long. He’s a gentleman so he’ll kill you to sleep before he passes out, but sometimes you’d get back from the bathroom and see him sprawled out, a big grin on his face.

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[falloutjay]

Eric x careless/troublemaker reader, reader was always a crazy kid, she felt no one really understood her, and her only real friend was Esther Stoley, Annie Knitts and Nicole. But Reader has always admired Eric and never gotten why everyone hated him (she finds both Kyle and Wendy very annoying). One day, she finds him and Butters making their next scheme, and she wants in. After an effective day of pranking, they (well Eric but reader likes Butters's company) take her under their wing. They generally start hanging out and starts to be the 'girl' of the main group (she thinks of Stan, Butters and Kenny has her brothers) and she finds Eric and Kyle's banter hilarious. It gets better (for her at least): she always defends him now (be it irrationally, rationally, verbally or physically) like: Heidi tried to warn Reader about Eric...but the poor girl leaves with a broken nose or Wendy was just upset how someone so awful, could have someone advocate for them and starts to plan to tell her about the breast cancer incident when Bebe would tell that it's Y/n and if anything, what she did to him would just make her stay more, making Wendy stop. She was also a big fan of the Coon and would just gush about how cool he was (she does like Wonder Tweek, Mosquito and Toolshed but she loves Coon the best). Everyone was pretty divsive, some people thought it was funny and teased him on it (like: Craig, Stan and Kenny), some people shipped it (like: Clyde, Butters and weirdly Nicole/Tweek), but some people were afraid of those two becoming a couple (Kyle, Heidi and Wendy). Eric is strangely 'no comment'y about all this until one day, Eric is just about to be turned into the principal when suddenly Reader in a elorate plan, knocks out the witness and pins the blame on someone else. After that's over, Reader can't take it anymore and happily asks him to be her partner/boyfriend and Eric proudly accepts and the two go on to create to create anarchy. May others pray for their safety.

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Eric Cartman x careless!troublemaker!female!Reader

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme Eric?” Butters asked, eyebrow raised as he listened to Erics new pranking plan. “No, it’s not at all, “eXtRemE”.” Eric retorted and shook his head.

They didn’t notice that someone approached them, listening to their plan. “W-well if you say so, I trust you, Eric.” As the fatter one of the two heard a twig snap, his head turned immediately and look at a kid from their class. What was her name again? “Who are you?” Eric asked unimpressed. “Y/N.” She answered dryly.

Butters kept looking between the two, moving his head, whenever someone said something. “What do you want?” “I want in on your plan.” “What makes you think I want someone like you in this? You normally play with the girls.”

“What does that have to do with anything. Just because I hang out with Esther, Annie and Nicole…That changes nothing about the fact that I love what you’re planning here, and I want in.” Eric seemed to think about the proposition for a second.

“Okay. I think I need one more person around here. Butters can barely do one fucking job.” So, he explained the plan to you in big detail. And in your humble opinion, it was brilliant. Once Eric had finished explaining, he looked at you with a sly smile.

“So, what do you think?” You pretended to think for a second, before an evil grin appeared on your face. “Why stop there? We can also pull a prank on the teachers and the school buses if we put in a little more effort.” “Never thought about that one before. I like your way of thinking, Y/N.”

The two looked into each other’s eyes, clearly seeing that mischievous spark in each pair of eyes. Butters watched you in horror, afraid of what he had just now witnessed. “Ohhh hamburgers.”

Y/N became a regular in Stans gang rather fast. Kenny and Stan love her to bits, just like she does. They love hanging out with her and to Kenny she’s like Karen. One thing that Y/N really enjoys is listening to Kyle and Eric's bickering. No matter the topic and no matter how loud or extreme the two get, she just sits there like it’s a cinema and the two are the newest marvel movie. Speaking of superhero movies, South Parks very own heroes are a topic ever so often too. And to Cartman’s delight, his trusted friend loves talking about The Coon. His super-secret hero identity. She would also gush about Wonder Storm, Mosquito and Toolshed but she would always praise The Coon, which is a melody in Cartman’s ears. Another thing Cartman loves about his only female friend is how she loves defending him to anyone. Be it teachers, her fellow girl friends, or anyone else. When Heidi tried to warn her that Eric means bad news, she had to visit the nurse afterwards. Y/N had detention for breaking the poor girl’s nose, but she sure as hell didn’t regret her decision. Even when she was shunned by the girls from there on.

“I just can’t believe her. Maybe she will change her mind when I tell her about the whole Breast cancer thing? You know… It could affect her too, maybe that’s wha-Wendy…” Bebe interrupted her and sighted. “You remember how Heidi was? How every time we said something mean about Cartman, she would only try harder to prove us wrong?” “Of course, I remember. How could I forget.” Wendy mumbled and stabbed her fork through her salad. “If you try to reason with her, she will just hit you with the whole “He isn’t like that”-schtick. You can’t change her mind, okay?” Bebe eyed their classmate who was happily chatting with Eric and Kenny a few tables away. “I guess.” Wendy said defeated and closed her eyes, asking herself how Eric could even make a girl interested in him.

On another table across the cafeteria, Craig and those guys were seated. Oddly enough, their topic was similar. Y/N L/N and Eric Cartman. “I don’t know why but they’d make quite a cute couple you know?” Clyde said with a smile before biting into his burger. “I know, right?” Nicole agreed and to everyone’s surprise, even Tweek nodded along. “I don’t think they’d become a thing though.” Craig mumbled lazily. “Why?” Clyde asked, obviously interested in the gossip.

“Well, Kenny, Stan and I teased him about it in History class, but he keeps saying he doesn’t like her that way.” “Aww, come on Craig, you know very well that he would never admit it just like that. Guys don’t just admit they have a crush. I’m sure he likes her. I mean, she the only one who can stand him for longer than a day.” Nicole commented, a sly smile spread across her face. “I just think the anti-Cartman fraction would rather die than see those two become a thing.” Token commented and his eyes darted across the room, looking at Kyle, Heidi and Wendy. “Well, I guess we will have some funerals to visit sometime soon.” Nicole replied and everyone at their table had to involuntarily smile.

“That’s it. ERIC. To the Principal. Now.” Mister Garrisons voice thundered through the hallways and a confused Y/N closed her locker. She let out a deep sigh, knowing something must have gone wrong with his new plan.

“Guess I gotta bust him out again.”

Knowing the way to the principal by heart she made her way there, only catching a glimpse of the in pink paint and glitter covered Mister Garrison, who kept cursing like crazy.

Y/N happily skipped past the not-occupied secretary desk and took a seat next to Eric. “I already wondered where you are.” Cartman commented unimpressed. “Sorry, I had to look at Garrison for a second. So what went wrong?” “This stupid asshole over there saw me set up the paint bomb in Garrisons locker thing.” The brown-haired whispered and pointed at the kid that was sitting across from them. “Thanks to that asshat, I will probably be suspended for some days or some shit.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it.” The h/c-haired said and got up to go over. She hovered over the boy who was looking up to her. “What?” He asked annoyed. “You’re Jonas Miller, right?” Y/N asked with the sweetest voice she could manage. “Yeah, what makes you care?” He asked, before a fist connected with his face. Surprised by her own strength, he seemed to be dazed and fell onto the other chairs.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Cartman cried out confused. “Fast, hit me!” She said, not fazed at all. “What? Why?” “God, just do it!” Trusting his mischievous partner Erics fist landed on Y/N pretty face and he even felt a hint of remorse. “Good punch Eric. Now the other side.” Once again, trusting his opposite, he did what was asked. Despite now feeling rather woozy, Y/N grabbed Jonas and laid him down in a different position. She then made Eric kneel next to her and hold her.

“If you ever tell anyone I cried, I will tell everyone about your dirty little secrets, yeah?” Eric nodded, somewhat intimidated, and impressed, watched her do her best to cry heavily.

Hearing the blood-curdling scream, Mister Mackey and the secretary came running, looking at the scene before them. Mister Mackey immediately made sure that everyone was okay, before asking the roughed-up Y/N what happened. With a trembling voice, she answered: “J-Jonas over there did the prank on Mister Garrison and-and tried to pin it on-on Eric. So, I c-came here t-t-to tell everyone t-that Eric was with me t-the whole time. When Jonas n-noticed that, he hit m-m-me and Eric punched him, to-to help me.” The now fully awake again Jonas looked at the girl in horror. “N-No! That’s not the story! I- I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT, M'KAY?!” Mister Mackey interrupted him. “Hitting an innocent girl?! Jonas Miller, you will have to face the consequences!” Y/N still held up her best puppy eyes and Mister Mackey finally turned to the two troublemakers. “Eric, will you bring Y/n to the nurse, please. I will bring Jonas to PC Principal personally, m'kay.” Eric nodded, somewhat petrified, and guided Y/N along the corridors. He felt shocked. He didn’t know why. He never felt this scared before.

Once in the nurse’s office and after Y/N was handed an icepack, she was the first one to speak, once the nurse left them alone.

“You’re so quiet.” She commented dryly. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Getting me out of there. I never- It’s fine, okay? Don’t worry.” Silence fell over the two once more. Y/N just enjoyed the cooling ice on her burning skin and Eric still felt thankful for what she did for him. For him. And no one else. She would have never done this for Kyle. Not for Kenny. She did it for him.

“Hey Eric?” The boy next to her nodded. “You know I wouldn’t have done this for anyone else right?” Eric nodded once more. “Can I ask you for something?” “Of course.”

“You know, I like you a lot. So, would you maybe like to be my boyfriend?”

Bonus:

Eric gave no answer. He just slowly intertwined his fingers with hers and that was answer enough. “Are your cheeks red from blushing or is it from me hitting you?” “Maybe a bit of both.” She laughed and to Eric, it was the most beautiful sound he ever listened to. His girlfriend’s laugh.

Kyle was doing his math homework and started to get annoyed with the harder and harder becoming questions. A vibration ripped him out of his thoughts. He fished for his iPhone without taking his eyes off the paper and unlocked it. The contact read “FATASS” and it was a picture. Kyle's eyes widened in horror as his eyes scanned the picture. It was a picture of a list with dozens of prank ideas. The caption was what truly terrified him. “Me and my GIRLFRIEND brainstormed a bit, hope you’re ready Kahl <3”

Kyle felt like crying. Not only because of his math homework but also because his worst nightmare became a reality. Cartman has a Girlfriend. And it was no other than the infamous Y/N L/N.

[twomoonstwosuns]

epilogue.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: mentions of sex, language

word count: 2.7k

a/n: we made it, this story is over! I’m having lots and lots of feelings, so I wrote a separate thing to express more of those. i hope the ending did not disappoint, and thank you for coming along on this ride with me.

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5 Years Later

The first thing you heard when you opened the door was giggling. 

The house was dark, the only light coming from the light above the oven. Even the jingling of Beebs’ collar was nowhere to be heard. Moonlight shown through the cracks of the blinds. The house was seemingly abandoned.

But you did hear giggling.

“Hello?” You called into the house, hearing nothing in return as you walked from the foyer to the kitchen. “Anyone home?”

You set the plastic bag you carried in on the counter and heard more giggling, this time closer to where you stood in the kitchen. 

“Boo!”

Little hands grabbed your leg and made you jump, the high-pitched giggling returning as you put your hand over your racing heart and looked down at the culprit. 

“I scared you, mommy!”

You laughed as you knelt down. The culprit had a big wide smile on her face. “Yes you did, but you’re not scary!” You said as you smoothed out her dress. “You’re the prettiest Tinkerbell I’ve ever seen!”

Addison Shara Dameron was an exact clone of you, apart from the chocolate brown eyes and dark curly hair that matched your husband’s. A surprise that came two years into your relationship, she was now nearly four years old and yours and Poe’s greatest joy in life. She was your mini me, your best friend, but she was a daddy’s girl at heart and Poe was just as in love with her as she was with him. 

Addie kept you on your toes, a force to be reckoned with despite her young age. She loved to run and laugh and smile and have fun…and was becoming quite the little trickster. Which is why you knew, without a doubt, that while scaring you on Halloween was most definitely her father’s idea, she gave no hesitation to do it. 

“Mommy, will you do my hair like Tinkerbell’s?”

“Of course I will, let’s go upstairs.” You stood back up and larger hands immediately grabbed your waist, making you scream. A deeper laugh sounded in your ear as Addie’s giggling resumed and lips pressed against your cheek. He squeezed your waist before letting go and you swatted his arm as he passed. 

“I’m going to get you back for that.”

“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.” He called over his shoulder. 

“Mommy, daddy wonts let me make my hair yellow like Tinkerbell.”

“I told you honey, your hair’s so dark that it wouldn’t show up and you said the wig was itchy.” She sighed loudly and you smiled as Poe turned on the kitchen light. 

The first thing you saw when the light turned on was the sparkle of all the glitter on your daughter’s face and arms. The next thing you saw was Poe, clean-shaven and dressed as Peter Pan in a long green tunic and tight green tights that left nothing to the imagination. He sent you a wink when he saw you staring.

“Addie, why don’t you go upstairs and get your Tinkerbell slippers and mommy will be up in a minute.”

You watched her as she smiled and ran towards the staircase, the sound of her little feet tapping loudly on the hardwood floor bringing you so much happiness. Poe also watched her until she disappeared before looking back at you. 

“This is supposed to be a family appropriate costume?” You gestured to his costume and eyed the tightness of the tights around his thighs. 

“Not my fault you have a dirty imagination,” Poe smirked as he walked back over to you. 

“Trust me, it won’t be just me. All the neighborhood moms are going to go crazy.”

Poe chuckled as he put his arms around your waist. “Well, lucky for them I only have eyes for one neighborhood mom.”

You mumbled a ‘yeah, you better’ as he leaned down and kissed you, a rumble of laughter coming from his chest. 

“You need to go get into your Halloween costume,” he said as he pulled back. 

“I know, I know, I’m running a little behind. My meeting went long and then I had to stop at the grocery store.”

“Why’d you stop at the store?”

You looked at the bag on the counter and smiled sheepishly. “We needed more candy…”

Poe cocked his eyebrow. “If I go into the pantry right now, is the bag of Halloween candy we bought for trick or treaters going to be open?”

You looked away and didn’t say anything.

“And are all the peanut butter cups going to be gone?” You bit back a smile and he laughed loudly at your guilty expression. “Babe!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not.”

“I’m really not, I was craving them so bad.”

He ran his hands along your waist, shaking his head in fake disapproval.  

“Don’t give me that look, my need for peanut butter cups is partly your fault.”

Poe sighed heavily and you smiled as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. 

“Yeah….yeah, fine.” You giggled as you kissed him, then several things happened at once. Addie reappeared in the kitchen, calling your name to go do your hair. The doorbell rang, which made Beebs start barking. 

You gave Poe one more quick peck on the lips before following Addie up the stairs to her room while Poe went to get the door, eager trick-or-treaters barely containing their excitement for candy. You grabbed a couple things from the bathroom: her purple hairbrush, the de-tangler spray, and the cheap glittery hairspray that would make her hair hard as a rock but fairy-like for a few hours. 

“Alright sweetheart, come here,” you said as you walked into her room and sat on her bed. Addie ran over to stand between your legs and you turned her around and started brushing through her hair.

You could now hear a new voice floating upstairs, loud and happy and familiar. Addie’s face lit up when she recognized it, too. 

“Papa Kes!” She exclaimed, looking towards the door. You gently moved her head so she was looking forward again. 

“I’m almost done and then you can go see him.”

“Papa’s gon’ be Captain Hook!”

“He is?!” You pulled her hair back tight and secured it with a ponytail, doubling over it with a green scrunchie and creating the bun. “Okay, turn around and close your eyes.”

Addie turned to face you and you shielded her eyes as she closed them and sprayed her hair with the glitter hairspray. 

“I wants to see papa and daddy have a sword fight!”

You chuckled as you brushed some stray hairs back and sprayed them into place. 

“Alright Tinkerbell, you’re all set!”

Addie ran out the door, shouting “Thanks, mommy!” as she does and “Papa!” as she made her way down the stairs. You set her stuff onto her dresser on your way out and passed the top of the staircase on the way to your room. 

“Arghhhh, there be Tinkerbell!” You heard Kes say in his best pirate voice, Addie’s giggles floating up the stairs to where you were. 

You quickly made your way into your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes and into the pale blue dress that would turn you into Wendy for the night. The weather was unseasonably warm for late October, which you were grateful for because Addie did not like the idea of wearing a coat or long sleeve shirt under her costume. Tying your hair back with a ribbon, you smoothed out your dress, your hands lingering over your stomach. 

You grabbed your shoes and made your way downstairs, passing Beebs who had his harness on and was ready for a nice long walk. You followed the voices to the living room but paused when you saw a light on in Poe’s home office.

“Don’t tell me you’re grading papers,” you said as you walked in. He hummed and acknowledged your presence and glanced up from his desk. 

“Oh, I’m not grading.”

You looked over his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, seeing him fiddle with a hot glue gun. 

“We had a wing issue,” he said, picking up a little silver jewel and nodding towards Addie’s Tinkerbell wings that laid across his desk. “A couple of these fell off. I told her they would if she kept playing on the playground with her wings on, but she insisted on breaking her wings in before Halloween.”

You giggled. “Well, you can’t ever say no to her, so you can’t be too surprised.”

“No, I really can’t.”

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. “Careful, you’re going to b—“

Poe hissed as the melted glue spilled over the sides of the silver jewel, burning his fingertips. He pressed the jewel onto the bright green mesh of the wing and shook his hand, as if the pain would magically go away. You walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth, getting it wet with cold water and bringing it back to Poe. He put the rest of the jewels back on and you gave him the washcloth. 

“Thanks.” He looked up at you as you leaned against his desk and smiled. “Well look at you, Wendy.”

“I couldn’t find a long blue nightgown or dress, you think this is okay?”

“Sweetheart, you will never hear me complain about you wearing a shorter dress.”

Even after being together for five years, Poe still had the ability to make you blush. He did it on purpose all the time, getting a good laugh out of it but giving you a kiss somewhere on your face every time as an apology. He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap, his lips connecting with your jaw as you put an arm around his neck.  

“Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, my love,” you said with a smile and you leaned down and kissed him. “You know, I think out of all our anniversaries, this one is my favorite.”

“The anniversary of the first time we slept together is your favorite?”

You shrugged. “It’s the one that started everything. I love celebrating that.”

“Speaking of celebrating, you still up for making the trip downtown?”

You sighed heavily and run your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. 

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to be fucked against the wall tonight…your baby is taking all of my energy.”

He smirked. “Which one?”

“Both of them, but the one in the oven in particular.”  

He snickered and put his hand on your stomach where, in a just a few short weeks, a baby bump would start becoming more noticeable. 

“I’m sorry, I know we do it every year—”

“Don’t be sorry, hon. I know the first few months of pregnancy comes with a lot of fatigue. You were exhausted with Addie. We can celebrate another day. Besides, I had another idea in mind, just in case.” You looked down at him and cocked your eyebrow. “When we get home from trick-or-treating, we’ll get Addie bathed and put to bed, get into our pajamas and cuddle while you eat your weight in peanut butter cups and watch a movie.”

You looked at him adoringly, putting your other arm around his neck and pulling him into a hug. 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he chuckled as he hugged you back, a soft kiss being placed on your neck. He rubbed your stomach gently, a soft smile appearing on his face. “So, when do you want to tell Addie?”

“Maybe when there’s a bump…she’ll probably ask where the baby is and it’ll be easier to show her it’s in my belly.”

“You think she’s going to ask where babies come from? Because I don’t know if I’m ready to have that conversation with her.”

“She might. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let’s go trick-or-treating.”

He patted your leg and you stood up just in time for Addie to come running in, giggling as she looked back to see Kes peering around the corner at her. She hid behind his legs and Poe looked down at her. 

“I got your wings fixed, Tinkerbell.” She clapped her hands and he grabbed the wings, sliding the elastic bands up her arms. She ran around him and past Kes. 

“My wings is fixed!” She yelled, looking back at Kes. “I can flys now, you can’t get me!”

“Arrghhh,” Kes groaned, looking back at you. “She be having a point.”

You giggled as you watched her creep carefully back to Kes and then jump out of the way when he tried to grab her. Poe put his hand on your back and rubbed it slowly as you watched her play with her grandpa, the both of you already thinking about how much fun she’ll have with her new sibling. 

“Let’s go tricker treating!” Addie said excitedly, grabbing Kes’ hand and pulling him towards the door. 

You and Poe followed them out, Poe grabbing her trick or treat bag and her Tinkerbell blanket and you getting Beebs’ leash. He jumped up on you excitedly as you hooked him up, the eight year old corgi still having the energy of a puppy, but you knew he’d pass out either on your bed or Addie’s as soon as you got home. 

Locking up the house, you and Beebs followed the others out into the warm Halloween evening. The sounds of the neighborhood kids squealing with fright and gleefully talking about all the candy they’ve gotten was carried down the streets. A smile formed on your face as you watched them. Poe and Kes each had one of Addie’s hands, Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, and Captain Hook, and they led her down the driveway. You grabbed your phone and took a picture, the setting sun providing the perfect backdrop.

“Y/N!”

You were too busy looking at the photo you had taken to realize they had turned around and were talking to you. Your head snapped up, a slight blush forming on your cheeks. 

“We forgot to take pictures,” Poe said as he walked back. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re right! Addie, we’re going to take some pictures first and then we’ll get going, okay?” She sighed heavily, wanting to just go already, and you knelt down to her level. “Just a couple of pictures.”

She nodded and you gave her a kiss on her cheek and joined Poe in front of your garage. 

“You better let me in one of these pictures,” Kes said with a humorous smile. “I don’t get this dressed up just for anyone and you’ll want to document it.”

“Of course we want a photo with you in it, Kes.” You smiled at him and he shot you a wink. He came and stood beside you as Poe set his phone up on the car and coming over to stand on the other side of his dad. 

“Smile right there, Addie,” you said, pointing to the camera. She put a big smile on her face and Poe started the shutter timer, the watch counting down from three to take the picture. Kes went and grabbed the camera, muttering “perfect” under his breath and holding it up to take one of the three of you. 

As Kes took the picture of your perfect little growing family, in front of your perfect dream house, on a perfect and warm Halloween night, you thought about how this wasn’t where you’d thought you’d be just five years out of college. 

You decided you would text the group of friends you went out with later that night, thanking them for dragging you out to the loud and crowded nightclub. Because without them making that suggestion, you wouldn’t have found the love of your life. 

All it took was one night, where all order was suspended, and one drunken impulse to completely change the course of your future. 

There was absolutely nothing you would do differently. 

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Is there any background info you can give on characters in WTSAU?

Like any cool hc you give the characters?

okay i have SO MANY 😩 but i can’t say all the best ones until later cuz they involve SPOILERS

so i’ll try to say all the ones i can with the information given:

Style:

- Kyle’s had feelings for Stan since he realized he was gay, which was in middle school. When Stan came out as bi he told Kyle first, before Wendy, even though they were dating at the time. Kyle’s insecurities prevented from acting on his feelings even after they broke up.

- Wendy has pegged Stan in the past, but Kyle is the first guy Stan’s ever been with. Wendy has come around to support their relationship since the events of ETL chapter 4.

- Stan is always the first one to say ‘I love you’.

- Kyle was the last one in their big friend group to lose his virginity, but he has one of the highest sex drives of the guys. He and Stan switch off being top almost equally, but Kyle prefers to top and Stan prefers to bottom. they fuck daily.

- When they want to have a hard, passionate fuck Kyle tops. when they want to have slow, emotional sex Stan tops. Kyle has slight sadist tendencies (inflicts pain) and Stan has masochist tendencies (receives pain). Stan is especially into breathplay (choking, face sitting, crushing, etc.) and assplay. he’s the best ass eater (so call him a bottom feeder 😂) and Kyle’s superior in the blowjob department.

- Stan has hyperhidrosis, meaning he sweats more than the average person. this is why their rooms/the truck/anywhere they fuck smells so strong. there’s a few hints for this in ETL/WTSAU, he keeps antiperspirant in his locker and in the truck, he gets really sweaty whenever they have sex. Stan also has asthma and acne, which Kyle’s been helping him treat. Kyle loves popping his zits for him.

- Conversely, Kyle is super hygienic and always tries to keep himself clean and dry. when Sharon comes into Stan’s room in chapter 1 and describes the smell, the gym locker scent is Stan, the Old Spice is Kyle, and the ‘inside of a rubber balloon’ is their latex lubricant. 

- Everyone at school considers them the obnoxious, overly romantic couple. they hold hands, cuddle, kiss, and dirty talk in front of everyone. they think they can get away with it without people noticing but they’re chronically conspicuous and not stealthy. the working title for the fanfic was actually ‘Ain’t Slick’ for a while before it changed to What They Say About Us!

- they’re fucking devoted to each other and are exclusively monogamous. Stan is especially protective of Kyle and Kyle is fiercely possessive of Stan. 

- Kyle applied as a math major in his college applications, and will eventually get a PhD for logic and set theory. Stan’s a bio major and wants to go into physical therapy.

- Stan doesn’t smoke weed out of principle (because of his dad) so Kyle also doesn’t smoke in solidarity. 

- Kyle is a type 2 diabetic, and doesn’t need to always take insulin. his weight gain began with the World of Warcraft episode and was maintained instead of lost like in the show. his weight is a cyclical feedback loop of: genetics (mom’s side of the family), too much insulin (when using insulin therapy), and diet. this led to him developing lordosis (excessive weight warps his spine) so he didn’t grow as tall as he would have, and makes his weight appear more exaggerated. short stature, weight, and body image issues led to quitting basketball which in turn contributes more to his weight. this impacts his self-worth which leads to stress eating. his biggest fear is that he’ll never stop gaining weight and will end up as big or bigger than Cartman.

- Stan has gained a few pounds since he started dating Kyle, while Kyle has lost a few.

Cutters/Bunnyman/Kenrietta:

- Kenny is straight, but has voluntarily sucked dick before. he and henrietta have hooked up a few times in the past after running into each other at poetry slam events which Kenny takes Karen to. 

- Butters and Cartman are exclusively gay, and think girls are fucking gross. they’ve only every slept with each other.

- Kenny, Cartman, and Butters are all best friends and do pretty much everything together. even though Butters and Cartman are dating, Kenny never feels like a third wheel because they rarely act romantic in front of anyone (including him). however, when Style start dating and Cutters come out about their relationship, Kenny begins feeling like a fifth wheel.

- Butters lives almost entirely at Cartman’s house. His parents actually don’t mind because they enjoy not having him around. Liane is 100% the cool mom from mean girls who asks them if they want snacks or a condom. Sometimes all three of them crash at Kenny’s house for variety (or when he has to watch Karen because his mom is drinking/out of the house).

- Kenny wants to study psychology in college and become a family therapist or social worker. he’s taking a gap year to save money then going to community college. Cartman and Butters applied to the same schools and plan to stick together long-term.

- Butters and Cartman’s relationship started as experimenting with each other as their sexualities developed, and began after Cartman confided that he had sexual feelings for Kyle. Cartman and Butters have also developed genuine feelings for each other, and overtime their relationship transformed into what it is now. because of how their relationship started, they’re very open about any sexual feelings they have for other people and have a ‘hall pass’ for friends they’re allowed to fuck if given the chance, without it considered cheating.

- Butters is a huge gossip. he will promise to keep secrets and then immediately turn around and tell Cartman--which totally happened after Kyle said he thinks Stan has a crush on him in ETL chapter 2. Butters and Cartman keep nothing from each other, and the only secrets they won’t tell are the ones about each other. 

- Kenny is the easiest of the larger friend group to confide in, and keeps every secret he’s given. he’s known Cartman and Butters have been together since the beginning, about Cartman’s crush on Kyle, and Kyle’s crush on Stan. People naturally come to him for advice and to vent. The least likely person to confide in him is Kyle, who’s more likely to curl in on himself instead of expressing his feelings.

-SO much shit about Cartman and Butters’ relationship I can’t say yet because it comes up in the fic 😩 please ask me about these two again later when i can say more!!!

Creek:

- Tweek is a dom top and Craig’s his catamite. they try to get away with sex anywhere they can and have gotten very stealthy because of it. Tweek also has one of the highest sex drives of their friend group, and Craig will let him do whatever he wants anywhere, anytime. 

- Tweek is constantly high on stimulants (cocaine, meth, adderall, etc.) and Craig experiments with him in certain settings. this is what gives Tweek his boosted self-confidence and flippant attitude. 

- Pete Thelman (hair flip goth) is their coke dealer. Tweek trades him his ADHD meds for it, which Pete resells to posers. If Tweek doesn’t have enough to cover the cost he and Craig make up the rest by giving Pete sexual favors. sometimes they have threesomes for fun too.

- Tweek and Craig both think Kyle is hot and would fuck him given the chance. being open about this with each other makes them feel closer and strengthens their relationship. they have roleplayed as Stan and Kyle in bed before while high out of their minds.

- they're deeply in love and would do anything for each other. Craig could get Tweek to stop taking drugs if he wanted to but right now they enjoy experimenting with them together. in the words of everyone who know them, ‘Tweek and Craig are perfectly fucked up for each other’. 

Kyle’s family:

- Sheila’s biggest regret as a parent is letting Kyle get fat, because she was also overweight as a kid and dealt with the same issues he does now. It’s the same reason she feels obligated to help Kyle’s cousin overcome his weight dilemma (by trying to get him and Stan to hang out).

- Ike is an eboy who loves lil peep. He, Karen, Tricia, and Firkle all make tiktoks together and complain about their gay older brothers/friends.

- random fun fact: If Ike and Karen get married that would mean Kyle and Kenny are brothers-in-law, which would mean the main five all end up as extended family to one another.

Stan’s family:

- Sharon has plans to divorce Randy but is waiting until Stan leaves for college to not uproot him from school and his friends.

- Grandpa Marsh is still kickin’ in the old folks home and Shelly’s off in college.

- Randy’s a narcissist who lives vicariously through Stan’s accomplishments in sports. the easiest way to explain it is: Randy’s not as proud of Stan for being a successful athlete and attractive jock as he is proud of himself for producing one. Stan’s ability to get laid with (he presumes) hot girls makes Randy feel like he has game too. one of the reasons he’s disgusted by Stan’s relationship with Kyle is if Stan’s fucking some big fat guy it doesn’t align with his narrative. 

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this is just the stuff i could think of off the top of my head, i’ll probably come back and add more to this as i remember it. ask me again in a few chapters!!! i have so much i want to say about bunnyman, cutters, the future for style, and their families that i can’t say yet!

[be-dazzled]

The Art of Falling

Chapter II LOVE, AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Gajeel Redfox Alternative Historical Universe Genre: Old World Vibes, Period Romance All Chapters: Click here

Writer’s Corner: I think we have to make this one alternative historical since, Juvia will obviously maintain her blue locks. She isn’t Juvia if she won’t. Also, as promised, this is going to be a monthly update. So, see you next September! Let me know what you think. Show your girl some love.

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“Let me put this into perspective,” Lady Mika Fullbuster slowly started, trying to make sense out of Gray’s proposal, “this woman you speak of, the woman who left you beaten out in the cold, is the woman you wish to marry?”

The gentleman seated opposite her inside the carriage was looking out the window, at the passing scenery through the small frame of the horse-drawn carriage. He expelled a breath of exasperation as he repeatedly answered the question since the first night he proposed the notion.

“Mother, no matter how many times you ask, the answer will remain unchanged.” Gray did not take his eyes off the window as he answered; finding the herd of cattle tended by an old cattleman far more interesting than to keep repeating himself. So, he only heard his mother turn to the patriarch for confirmation.

“And we are going to allow this?”

“The Locksers aren’t a bad family, dear. I’ve met the gentleman many times.” There was a rustle of paper as Silver turned the page of the periodicals he was reading. “As a matter of fact, their family was one of the original settlers of Magnolia. They still have some connection, although very little.”

It took Gray a week or two to finally find the peculiar woman he met at the night of his welcome party. It came as a surprise to him when he learned that Juvia Lockser, one of the daughters of the Lockser family, had lived her entire life in Magnolia. She didn’t seem to share the genteel modesty expected of the ladies of such prestigious town. But who was he to judge as he only met him through those humiliating affairs.

“That wasn’t what I meant, dear.” The other half of the Fullbuster couple swiftly rectified. There was a slight embarrassment in her tone as she feared that her question was deemed critical of the Locksers. “I am only concerned for our son’s well-being. For him to marry a woman he just met in such an extraordinary circumstance…” She trailed off, mulling over her next words.

Gray had an idea what his mother was most worried about – that he would be bringing an unrefined lady into the Fullbuster family. It was, after all, his mother’s duty to see to it that the woman he chooses to marry was fit for the Fullbuster name. That meant that his future wife must possess all his mother’s requirements. Unfortunately, Juvia Lockser seemed to have fallen short of those requirements. So, why was he squandering time travelling to the Lockser household? He could simply not tell them the true reason. Hence, he covered with, “She is the woman I choose.” As if his words offered any explanation but certainly resolve.

“If she tickles his fancy, my love, there is nothing either of us can do about it.” He folded the paper and turned to his wife, saying his next words with finality and resignation. “The heart desires what it desires.”

His father’s words pulled Gray’s attention towards the couple who shared a look filled with silent adoration. It made Gray consider about ‘his heart’s desire’? It was preposterous to think that a heart, a living organ inside his chest, a mere tool for his blood circulation, had the ability to contemplate on wants or desires when the heart lacked a brain on its own. The mind, logic, those were the things that seek for purpose, for desire, for ends and, without a doubt, not an organ like the heart. What a preposterous notion.

Silence once again settled above their heads as the carriage continued to traverse the dirty road towards their destination – the Lockser Home.

…

“My dear, my dear! Come downstairs this instant!”

The Lockser patriarch, with his dull, blue hair sticking flatly to his head, descended the steps with lazy strides.

“What is with this commotion so early in the morning?” he riled, not sparing a glance at the woman jumping at the landing of the staircase, something she’d never done in decades.

“What’s lighting your bottoms, my dear?”

“Oh, my dear, Mr. Lockser,” she swooned beside her husband, feeling lightheaded with the news that came to her this morning, “you have no idea what fortune is about to befall our suffering family.”

“Our family is only suffering from your cry of woes, Mother.”

The Lockser sisters trailed behind their father with Eliana, Juvia and Wendy falling in line on the narrow staircase. The eldest, disapproving of Juvia’s attitude, reprimanded her with a loud slap on the shoulder.

“Don’t speak to mother in such a manner, Juvia. A proper lady only speaks politely.”

As Juvia opened her mouth and about to retort, Eli knew better to cut her off.

“What is this good fortune you speak of, Mother?”

“Oh, my loveliest daughter Eliana!” she exclaimed, caressing the eldest Lockser’s smooth skin of her cheeks with her palms. “Lord Fullbuster has sent word that they are heading to pay our family a visit!”

There was no other news that could send Mrs. Lockser into a high spirits other than even the slightest prospect of an offer of marriage from a wealthy gentleman.

“Oh, Eli!” Elmara flatted the strands of hair into Eliana’s clean and tight bun and pretended to brush imaginary dust on the Eldest’s shoulders, preparing the young lady for the destined meeting. “You must have captured the heart of the Lord’s son. Oh, what beauty!”

“But I haven’t met the Lord’s son, Mother.”

Juvia had this bitter feeling starting at the pit of her stomach. The Lord’s son? She would not have the chance to know the Lord’s son since she did not stay long enough to meet him. But somehow, she felt something she could not place a finger on. Like, something was amiss. Strangely, her mind travelled back to the night she met that debauch of an opportunist and her anger with his shamelessness made her blood boil. An ugly idea crossed her mind, but which she quickly dismissed. There was nothing noble about that lad except for his expensive coat he forced upon her which later, she realized, she badly needed. Catching herself thinking about him again, Juvia dragged herself back to reality – the bothersome reality of her mother preparing the eldest Lockser for a possible destined meeting. She couldn’t fully sort out her feelings about it; about the possibility that Juvia might have to lose her eldest sister in marriage and that saddened her. But to Eliana, she seemed enamored about the idea.

In a rush, the family’s help broke into the living room with an announcement.

“Lord Silver Fullbuster, Lady Mika Fullbuster and their son, Lord Grayden Fullbuster.”

Elmara did everything in her power not to squeal and embarrass herself and, in extension, her entire family. Fearing that she was in earshot of the guests, she restrained her voice as Mrs. Elmara Lockser spat out her orders, forcing her family to arrange some staged presentation to somehow make the Fullbusters believe that the Locksers still possessed the gentry they once held, to which her family fell uncomfortably into.

“Tell me why are we pretending to be something we are not again?”

“Just be quiet, young lady.” The reprimand was spoken through gritted teeth and an awfully pretentious smile. “Do not ruin this opportunity for your sister.”

But to this kind of larking around, Juvia saw an ally. She threw a knowing glance at her father. They shared a resigned smile and a shrug of the shoulders. Her father has long accepted that Mrs. Lockser’s priority was finding a suitable mate for their daughters. That if she failed to do so, Mrs. Lockser deemed herself an unfit mother. As the head of the family, however, Mr. Julian Lockser still had the last word.

The old wooden floors of the house creaked as it welcomed the nobility that paid the Lockser household a visit. It was Lord Silver Fullbuster himself, aided with a cane, who introduced himself first, his wife and then his son, Grayden Fullbuster, who was the one who had business to discuss with the family.

Juvia’s expression was one which seemed like she saw a ghost or thought that maybe her eyes deceived her. But her vision was clear as day. The shameless man who did all sort of unspeakable things to her back at the party now stood before her and her family, walking in with one of the most powerful and influential families in Magnolia. There was a bad feeling gripping at her, disliking the road where her thoughts led. She wanted to leave, to discreetly escape from the house. It was a tad too late as the moment his dark blue eyes locked with Juvia’s, Gray immediately recognized the woman who visited his mind quite frequently. She sternly met his gaze and he held her foreboding glare as long as he could.

Oblivious of the staring match his second daughter and the son of his guests engaged in, Mr. Lockser invited one and all to the parlor. Mrs. Lockser, who was pleased more than anyone, apologized for the current state of the room, only to give off false humility.

“We were not expecting your arrival, Your Lordship.” Elmara waved the help into the room and offered the guests her finest tea and bread. “Please, help yourself with the refreshments. I understand you have travelled far only to meet our humble family.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Lord Silver accepted, resting his cane against his chair’s armrest and made himself comfortable on his seat. The Lady, on the other hand, was still quite reserve; contrary to the friendliness her husband displayed. Lady Mika has yet to make her mind about the Locksers. So, as her husband enjoyed himself with the offered treats, Lady Mika stated their purpose.

“We apologize for coming without prior notice.” She started. “However, I believe my son has a matter to discuss with your daughter. One which cannot be simply delayed.”

All expectant blue eyes, varied in shade, landed on the aptly dressed young lord. He was initially surprised by the sudden attention. Then, he coughed into his fist and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Yes. Our purpose for coming here.” He said inaudibly, as if reminding himself of their goal. Finally composing himself, Gray met those expectant eyes without waver. “I would like to request a private audience with your daughter...”

Juvia prayed he would say the right name as the rest of the Locksers, save her father, held their breaths.

“Ms. Juvia.”

Juvia knew what everyone was thinking; she thought of it too. How could a man of his stature look pass the real beauty in the family? Was he blind? Has he lost hold of reality?

“My daughter Juvia?” Elmara repeated, releasing the breath that hitched in her throat and voicing the question the rest of the Lockser family had in mind.

“Yes.” Gray reiterated, meeting the doubtful eyes of Mrs. Lockser, and then turned to the woman who was the purpose of his long journey. “The second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lockser, if she would allow.”

Albeit still quite confused, Elmara turned to her second daughter, uncertain of what to say or how to react, exactly.

“Then, Mr. Fullbuster…” Both men of the Fullbusters answered, making Juvia realize her mistake. “I meant, Mr. Grayden, please come follow me.” Juvia excused herself from the room, expecting the lad she requested to follow her where they could discuss their matter more privately.

Juvia gathered the skirt of her dress, only to pull the hem above her ankle, so she could ascend the stairs more quickly, without sparing a glance behind her. If Mr. Grayden Fullbuster lost his way around the Lockser home, she’d feel much better. She traversed the narrow hallways to bring the man to the room she shared with her sisters, only to have him keep himself behind the threshold, reluctant to take another step.

“Would it really be alright if I…” the gentleman’s voice trailed off, his dusky eyes inspecting the small room, taking inventory of its minimal contents, until he met Juvia’s reticent stare. “If I enter your personal room?”

“I invited you, haven’t I?” If he wasn’t too confident or too sure of himself when he spoke to her parents earlier, Juvia would have assumed that the gentleman who refused to enter a woman’s room without permission was a nervous wreck. She watched him hesitantly cross the threshold into her room but maintained a distance between them.

“I shall not waste your time any longer and quickly state my business.” He took a deep breath, making it quite obvious that it was his first time to be in such a situation. “It is of common knowledge by now that I am to inherit my father’s estate. It is estimated at about–” Gray’s speech was abruptly cut when something textured hit his face and darkened his vision. He removed the clothing and realized it was the coat he lent the woman the night they met.

“I assume you are here for that. It must be expensive, after all.”

This time, when Gray met her eyes, he caught him staring at the strong-willed pools, same as those the night of the fateful meeting. There was no more of that modesty she pretended she had around her family. She was, once again, the defiant girl who left him in cold blood, out in the streets after the air left his body with a single punch. This was the girl who he came here for and he was unsure why he was quite relieved when Juvia behaved more like the peculiar woman at the party.

“Ah, yes. Thank you.” Confronting a woman like Juvia left his mind all befuddled that he, for the first time in his life, was at loss for words. Gray shook his head, finding the act ironically useful to clear his mind. “But my purpose for coming isn’t just about this coat. No.” He corrected himself. “My purpose for taking the journey isn’t about this coat at all.”

With a clearer mind, his intention swam into focus. Gray stepped forward, bridging the small distance between him and the woman, and settled the coat on the bed nearest to Juvia.

“I, Grayden Fullbuster, would like to ask your hand in–”

“No! Don’t speak of it!” Juvia’s blue eyes turned into angry oceans.

Gray had to take a step back, to keep his distance as her harsh tone made him feel unwelcomed. He beseeched her eyes, searching for a reason that could possibly explain how his attempt to ask her hand in marriage might offend the woman. All he found were her deep-seated ire to his audacity and a buried ache that she probably did not wish for him to see. Perhaps Juvia saw the confusion in Gray’s remorseful stare that she chose to hide and turn her back on him. The young lord felt a bitter taste stir in the pit of his stomach, burning its way up his mouth. How a gentleman could cause a lady such pain?

“I just wanted to take responsibility for that night.”

Juvia faced him again, her face twisted in an expression of pure arrogance. “I never asked you to.”

The declaration came as another surprise. This woman, the woman standing her ground so firmly, so determinedly, was no one like any other he had met before. Gray was growing impatient that despite himself, the young gentleman had raised his voice over the lady.

“We found each other under circumstances that must only transpire between married couples. I invaded your personal space. You look at me defiantly as against tradition. I put my hands on you without permission. Yet you refuse my proposal?”

There was no more pain but her eyes held such fierce fury that burned Gray’s skin. “I am not aware of how you perceive a man and a woman should behave around each other nor would I give it time in my day. Despite appearances, Mr. Fullbuster, I am a woman who will only marry for no other reason than love.”

Before taking the journey to the Lockser Household, Gray Fullbuster had practiced his speech, selecting the words with utmost consideration. Doubts frequented his mind about the second daughter accepting his offer. With the way she carried herself so differently from the women that came before her, he had expected Juvia to act and decide reasonably. To accept the gentleman’s offer of mutually beneficial partnership was, in all sense, very logical. Grayden Fullbuster was a man who had a lot to offer: fortune and prestige as among others. Any woman would be induced to accept his proposal of marrying into the noble clan of the Fullbusters. Hence, he could not seem to fathom how a sensible woman such as Juvia would even entertain the idea of love. But Gray Fullbuster ought to laugh at himself for expecting something so usual and ordinary from an extraordinary woman such as Juvia.

His silence stretched on, making the young lady uncomfortable. In her final act of rejection, she turned away from him again, and broke the silence with her own proposal.

“I understand your Lord and the Lady have traveled this far only for it to be unfruitful. I am not the only daughter in this household.” There was a slight twinge of ache in her chest that ran deep than the mere rejection of the marriage for the wrong reasons. “You might have noticed the beauty might eldest sister possesses.” Who could have not seen and appreciated the beaut that is Eliana Lockser? “Perhaps, you’d take fancy on her.”

If she was being honest to herself, a part of Juvia wanted him to reject the idea. A part of her wanted to believe that the proposal of marriage was Gray’s sincere offer. A part of her wished he’d noticed her own charm in spite of the presence of the most beautiful Lockser sister.

A part of her, however, believed that in a world where Eliana existed, Juvia could not.

“Perhaps.”

And that part of her, laughing at her own silliness to dream, had always been right.

…

Like the way they arrived, the Fullbusters travelled back home in silence. But despite the lack of exchange between the parents and the only son, the heir of Lord Silver Fullbuster, Gray’s head was far from at peace. Juvia’s words about seeking marriage for love had Gray question his own belief system.

Love? Wasn’t love a mere chemical reaction in the brain? A by-product of the need to procreate?

“Did she accept?”

Gray lifted his gaze to meet his mother’s inquiring look. “She imposed upon me a condition.” He answered.

“What condition?”

“That I make her fall in love with me.”

Love. An abstract thought which cannot be seen nor held. Something Gray had yet to understand the concept of. That which no one could ever fully explain, not by his books or any accounts to those who fell victim to it. How, then, could he make Juvia Lockser fall in love with him?

[2-cute-4-school]

Hiraeth

Group : NCT

Pairing : Lee Donghyuck/Haechan x f!Reader

Genre : fluff, angst

Word count : 4K words - Part 1

Mafia AU   |   M.list

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Final 

Chapter summary :  “Y/N please tell me you’ll always love me.” |  “You know I do. I love you and I’ll keep loving you no matter what.”

“Hiraeth - (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.”

Haechan was always by her side, her guardian angel and her partner in crime at the same time. Sure, he wasn’t ecstatic about having a little girl around them at all times in the beginning, but Taeyong was their leader and what he said had to be done. He remembered the day he met her so clearly, a lasting impression on him.

Taeyong had told them beforehand that a new member was going to arrive, but none of them ever expected her. Their squad was made up of only boys so seeing a frail girl trailing behind their leader left them shocked and frozen in their spots. Her eyes were wide, scanning her new surroundings and future teammates while tightly griping Taeyong’s shirt until her knuckles turned white. She tried to put on a brave face, but anyone with a decent sight could see that she was trembling like a leaf.

He later learned her name, Y/N and that she was training for the spy position. Same as Haechan. They seemed to be around the same age but he still felt a strong need to protect her, shield her from any harm. She looked so small that day, meeting the other members who swarmed her as soon as she peeked out from behind their leader. The way her face broke into a grin as she found out she would be training alongside Haechan as spies broke his hard exterior and made him decide he would take her under his wing.

And now, years later, Y/N became the light in the endless night, a breath of fresh air after drowning in the fast waters of a rushing river, although neither Haechan nor the rest of the boys would ever tell her that. But it could be seen in the way they looked at her, drops of honey and stardust swimming in their eyes whenever they caught sight of her or in the relieved exhale of air whenever she hugged them, her warmth enveloping them like a comfort blanket. It was the subtle hints that showed their love for her and the other way around.

“Y/N, I’m going to murder you!”

“Taeyong told me to wake you up, why are you such a bitter bitch?”

“I’m not the bitch here, dear”

“Is it because of old age, Doyoung? I know old people can get easily irritated, but damn gurl, you’re on another level”

A vein popped at Doyoung’s temple and he deeply breathed in, trying to keep his composure before he went nuts and burned down the entire household.

“Y/N, I’ll give you three seconds to vanish from before my eyes”

And she didn’t need more as she zoomed past the rest of them, her giggles echoing around the hallways.

“This is what I get out of raising children” Doyoung sighed before plopping down on the couch beside the younger ones.

To be honest, Haechan wanted to murder both of them. As much as he liked making fun of his members, being dragged out of his room for an unknown reason wasn’t on his to-do list today. He simply wanted to play some video games with his roommate Johnny and Y/N, maybe eradicate their self-confidence when it came to survival games with his unmatched skills. What he didn’t want right now was petty bickering, even though it’s usually his forte.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by the slam of the front door. Taeyong stormed inside, draping his coat and leaving his shoes by the door. His hair seemed messy and his movements were quite tense, very unlike for him.

“Are all of you here?”

No greetings, no smile. Something was going on.

Y/N trudged back in the living room with Yuta in tow, hearing the ruckus created by Taeyong’s hurried entrance. She sat down on the arm of the couch, beside Mark. Haechan took a moment to look at her. Her eyes turned serious, no glint of mischief in them anymore, her lips set in a straight line. Haechan gulped before turning his eyes back to their leader.

“Yes, what’s going on, Taeyong?” Taeil voiced out all of their thoughts. He also seemed tense, it was very weird that Taeyong hadn’t told him anything beforehand.

“I know none of you will like this, but we have a new mission” 

Everyone looked at each other. Missions weren’t anything new and it’s been quite some time since the last time they all went on one so they didn’t understand Taeyong’s worry.

“Alright, so? Things were starting to get boring anyway, so I don’t think anyone minds. What’s the job?” Johnny seemed even more content than the others at the mention of a mission

“Park Ji-won and his goons are having a party. All rich and influential people are invited. They’re probably trying to make connections with powerful people, maybe get them involved in their business. Wendy said he’ll have a USB flash drive with him. It contains future plans and reports of his actions if we get our hands on that he’s done for. Unfortunately, we’re not sure where it will be exactly. He probably won’t have it on him, it would be too risky, but other than that it could be anywhere in the house although his office seems most likely.”

Park Ji-won, the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the country, a master of assassinations and other dirty deals and NCT’s biggest threat. He hunted them down with every chance he got and killed any allies of Taeyong’s he could. Everyone knew it would be a hard mission. 

Johnny was the first one to break the silence.

“We can handle this, we’ve handled worse”

Taeyong bit his lip, anxiety showing on his face.

“The mission is tomorrow evening”

Silence. And then chaos. Questions and remarks were flying everywhere, most members in shock before Taeil shushed everyone. He looked Taeyong in the eyes, his glare ice cold.

“Do we have a plan already?”

Taeyong sighed before answering.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Y/N and Haechan will go in dressed up, blend in with the crowd. The hackers will stay here and monitor everything with some of us. The rest will wait in cars scattered near the party. I’ll fill in our spies with some info about the people there and come up with an inside plan, but that’s all”

Haechan’s hands started to sweat and his breathing became irregular. His mind was running wild and he seemed restless. His heart seemed to climb up his throat and jump out any minute. Haechan knew what this meant.

“Taeyong, this is too rushed and you know Ji-won isn’t a man to mess with” Taeil tried reasoning calmly.

“We’ll have to, this is a one time chance”

“BULLSHIT!” Johnny exploded. His excitement from earlier seemed to turn into anger at the announcement of the time of their mission “This is bullshit and you know it, Taeyong! What you’re doing is sending us, sending them” he gestured wildly to the couch where Y/N and Haechan were seated with wide eyes “on a suicide mission.”

“No, I’m not. We have a plan, as long as we don’t stray from it we’ll be fine”

Johnny was seething. He gritted his teeth, barely containing himself from exploding. Anyone could see his clenched fists by his side.

“I’ll shove this poor excuse of a plan so far up your ass it will reach your brain and unclog this shitty mindset of yours, I swear to God-”

“Let’s stop this, please” Y/N voice was weak, any smaller and no one would have heard her. She was looking at her elders fighting with a sore expression on her face “If we have to do this, let’s at least try to come up with something better, this is no usual mission.”

Taeil sighed as he gently pushed Johnny back.

“She’s right, you’re acting like clowns, did the hair dye fry through your scalp and to you neurons?’”

His words seemed to cool down the room, but burn Haechan’s heart. 

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It was in the early hours of the morning when they finally settled. Although their plan didn’t stray too much from the original one, details were added and the spies knew perfectly what they had to do. Things were still riskier than ever and tension was high in the air of the dorm.

Y/N stayed close to Haechan the entire time, his presence calming her down. As long as he was there beside her, she felt as if nothing could touch them, neither one would allow it. Over the years, their bond that first started as a simple partnership soon developed into what they liked to call a soulmate bond. They could understand each other without words and trust tied them together tighter than anything else.

“You should head to bed, bub. You need all the rest you can get.” A warm hand petted her hair, as she lifted her head to meet Johnny’s eyes. He could see the unspoken anxiety behind her fatigued orbs and he wanted nothing more but to wrap her in a fluffy blanket and protect her forever. But everyone knew it would never be possible.

Y/N tried to offer a smile, but it was weak and it didn’t meet her eyes. She was clearly feeling oddly off about their mission too.

“Right, goodnight then.” She lifted herself off from the armrest of the couch and began trudging back into her room, which she shared with Haechan. Said boy didn’t waste another second before following her.

“And kids?” Johnny waited a second until they both turned their heads towards him “Don’t worry too much, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

He smiled kindly, showing his fatherly side which surfaced only around them and it was enough to get Y/N to smile, even in the slightest while muttering a broken ‘thank you’ before continuing her short walk to the bedroom.

Haechan instead lingered a few more moments, eyes shining as he stared at Johnny’s retreating back. He shook his head as if snapping himself out of a trance and rushed to catch up to Y/N, who was already fluffing up her pillows to settle down.

As she finally stretched herself out on her mattress, Haechan hesitated nervously near her. His bed looked cold and lonely and right then, his mind wouldn’t have been able to achieve peace without the help of his lifeline. His soul was too agitated and his heart was beating erratically, almost shattering his rib cage to escape its dark prison and find itself into the warm hands of their real owner, the girl whose eyes would disgrace all the stars in the sky.

“Are you going to fall asleep while standing or do you plan on joining me?”

She could read him like an open book. Through just a few words, Y/N could rip his thoughts out of his fuzzy mind and present them on his sleeve.

Haechan said nothing as he dragged his feet over to her bed and plopped down beside her. Without a second thought, he wrapped her in a protective cocoon of his arms, trapping her against his chest. He worried for a second. What if she could hear his heart? What explanation would he have for the way it betrayed him and threatened to simply jump out at her mere presence? That he was more afraid of losing her than losing anything else in the world? That he wanted to end his own pathetic self at the thought of the next day? That losing her meant his end, the edge of his sanity that he would throw out the window?

“I’m scared.”

It was only the second time he ever heard these words coming out of her mouth. The first time was on her first mission when he had to hold her hand all the way to the house they had to infiltrate in, just to keep her grounded. But that was such a long time ago when she had no experience in the field and her innocence was still intact. So hearing her say these words now unsettled him greatly.

“Why?”

“Is that even a question?”

“We’ve been on countless missions before, we’ll be fine.”

“No, no we haven’t. Not on one like this.”

“Y/N, as long as we stick to the plan, nothing will be different.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Neither did we before any of the past missions.”

She went silent. Y/N knew he was right, but she could only admire curiously the firmness in his voice. Was he really this fearless or did he only keep up this facade to lessen her worry?

“Maybe you’re right.”

“You know I am.”

“Shut up, Hyuck”

He softly laughed at her tone as he let his fingers run through strands of her hair as if mesmerized by the way she was really there, tucked in his side as her index finger traced patterns mindlessly onto his chest. And he was scared too. 

He was scared that the patters would slip through his skin and burn his hurting heart. Scared that tomorrow could bring an end to him, to them. Scared that he would knowingly let his lifeline vanish before his eyes, taking with her his whole being. He wasn’t scared for himself, no. He was scared for her and only her.

“Y/N please tell me you’ll always love me.”

“Ew Hyuck, what the heck are you talking about?”

“Y/N please”

His voice trembled then and broke at the end of the sentence. Y/N craned her neck in order to lift her gaze to his face. She found his eyes already trained on her, staring through her soul with an indecipherable look. That seemed to wake her up a little.

“What is this all about? You said nothing will be different. Why should we- “

He seemed to realize his mistake as he softly shushed her, cradling her back in his comforting embrace.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, I just want to hear it from you”

It was silent for a few moments and his caresses seemed to slowly lull her to sleep, hopefully, a soothing one.

“You know I do. I love you and I’ll keep loving you no matter what.”

Her words were muffled, barely audible, but they resonated through Haechan’s entire body. It was a matter of minutes before Y/N was off to Dreamland while Haechan came undone in the darkness of their shared room. Hot tears rimmed his eyes before slipping down his cheeks, leaving trails of ashes from fallen stars. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the utter dread rip apart his body, burn every piece of him down to nothing as the only witness to him falling apart was the moon which seemed to shine shallowly through the lids. He lifted a hand to cover his mouth, to keep the devastation inside himself, to let it eat him inside out.

That’s how he finally fell asleep, heart in his throat, weakly yelling at him to give up, to allow her full control and his mind, fighting against it, destroying him from both ends.

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Y/N’s hands were sweating as Mark went over the plan for the millionth time, talking endlessly from the passenger seat. Johnny was sat behind the wheel, gripping it so tightly, Y/N was afraid it would bend and break anytime. She did her best trying to shut down her emotions ever since she woke up that morning, falling into her way to cope with unwanted uneasiness that came every time she had to go on a mission.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well, Y/N?” Mark’s voice snapped her out of her state.

“Huh?”

“You seem a bit out of it”

“I’m alright, don’t worry,” Mark still seemed reluctant and she could feel Johnny’s gaze through the mirror in front of him “really, I promise.”

Mark sighed as he turned back around, settling down in his seat as silence enveloped the car. Suddenly, fingers slipped through hers, intertwining their hands with a strong grip. Y/N’s head snapped towards Haechan who watched carefully with worried, but soft eyes. She could tell he was nervous too, but he tried to push that aside just to make sure she was fine. In return, she squeezed his hand back fiercely, trying to show him he could also lean on her, that there was nothing to be afraid as long as they stayed together.

As they neared their destination, the tension in the car intensified, almost suffocating Y/N as she struggled to keep her mind clear and not let her evident fear unleash and swallow up her sanity. The car stopped just short of the entrance gate as they unbuckled their seat belts. Y/N watched as Mark checked Haechan’s in-ear one last time before leaning forward herself. Mark did his job, but before she could bid goodbye and exit the car, Mark’s warm hand cupped her cheek affectionately, instantly grounding her with his reassuring touch.

“Come back safely, okay?”

“You know I will, we always do.” Y/N tried to bluff her bravery in a poor attempt to convince everyone, including herself, that she didn’t doubt herself. But Mark didn’t fall for it, and she knew none of the others did either. His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching her orbs desperately.

“Y/N.”

“I will, Mark. I really will.”

Johnny patted her head as Mark let his hand fall back in his lap.

“You too, devil child.” Haechan’s head snapped up and he had to force the smile on his face to seem genuine.

“Wow, I can really feel the love here, we’ll be fine.”

With that, the two youngest exited the vehicle, letting the light breeze brush away their nerves and bring them their usual mindset. Quick, quiet and clean. That’s how their jobs went every time. This had no reason to be different. They easily passed by the guards with the fake invitations Wendy provided them with and they stepped inside.

The first thing you could feel once you entered the party hall was definitely the stuck up atmosphere, which wasn’t shocking considering the people present there. The lights were dim and conversations were kept hushed. The tables on the sides of the room were filled with glasses of probably expensive champagne with fancy names and the occasional plates with small sweets. Y/N and Haechan spent the next 15 minutes checking their surroundings, blending in with the ever-growing crowd. They did catch a few glimpses of Park Ji-won caught up in conversations and Y/N could feel her blood start to boil at the sight of him. But she knew they weren’t there to kill him, so she kept a safe distance, far enough to keep out of his sight but close enough not to lose him in the crowd.

“I think we should get this going,” Haechan whispered subtly in her ear. She eyed the stairs she had to climb to the floor where the offices and a few other rooms were located, their best bet at finding the USB. Haechan was supposed to remain downstairs, monitor any weird actions and watch her back. Y/N nodded and immediately disappeared into the crowd, missing the indecipherable look he threw her.

Nearing the stairs, she quickly slipped upstairs, tapping her in-ear once, sending the boys outside and back at the dorm the signal that the plan was put in action.

“Alright, be careful” Taeyong murmured.

She checked the first few rooms nearest, so quietly you could hear a fly buzz around. Every room was empty, both of any people and the USB. Ji-won’s office was still yet to be found, but Y/N’s chest was uncharacteristically beating uncontrollably. Everything was so silent, only the ruckus from downstairs could be heard faintly. Haechan had been silent the entire time and Y/N clung onto her hope things were going well since he hadn’t said a word since she left.

The blood was rushing through her veins, adrenaline high and keeping her going as she neared the next door. Her eyes were focused and it seemed as if no emotion was displayed, her face muscles completely lax. Her footsteps were light, making no sound against the carpet beneath and adding to the eerie silence that threatened to cloud up her throat and spillover.

A loud bang resonated in her ear and she was instantly snapped out of her trance. She barely contained herself from lifting her hand up to touch the device settled inside her ear, but it was enough to make her freeze in her spot, waiting for something, anything, for someone to guide her, to calm her and keep her steady on her feet just for long enough to finish her task. But her guide never came, at least not in the form she hoped for.

“Y/N! Haechan! Get out of there! NOW!” Taeyong sounded more frantic than ever. Never had Y/N heard their reliable leader scream that way, not with such raw desperation and never to abandon their mission, never. Several gunshots now echoed in the background and her teammates’ yells could be barely heard over the ruckus created. “We’re getting attacked! Get out-” Another gunshot, incredibly loud and it was enough to cut off the connection, their only link to the outside.

Y/N felt herself getting dizzy. She was trapped, with no help, her brothers were in danger back home and she could do nothing besides muttering a broken ‘no’ and turning around harshly, not wasting a second to get out of here and back home. Her feet carried her thoughtlessly, to hell with the stupid USB and the cursed Park Ji-won, nothing mattered more than her family who needed her help now more than ever, and she would be damned if she doesn’t get there fast enough to fight alongside them. 

Her entire world was shattering and she was hopelessly and blindly running back to gather the shards.

A hand reached out, grasping her arm and turning her so her back was pressed tightly to a chest as a hand came around her to embrace her tightly around the shoulders. Y/N reached out immediately, ready to fight back but settled for a few moments one sensing the familiar scent of Haechan.

Right, Haechan was still there, still with her. Her lifeline was still there, keeping her alive, clinging to her sanity. Her soulmate was there and anything would be alright as long as their fates stayed intertwined, she would fight until her last breath with him by her side. 

“Thank God you’re here, we have to go, come on, the rest are in trouble.” 

Y/N urged him to get moving, tugging on the arm wrapped around her and trying to step forward. But the boy behind her didn’t seem to budge, frozen in his spot like a cold statue, roots keeping him planted into the ground. She felt him let out a shaky breath, the warm air blowing a few strands of her hair as she struggled to snap him out of his daze and run back to her family, their family.

“Haechan come on-” 

But her words were cut, just like Taeyong’s as the same arm that hugged her protectively in her safe heaven the night before, slipped up and tightened around her neck, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes widened, trying to comprehend what was happening right under her fingertips, the way the pieces of her world were falling apart, becoming dust in the wind with every second that passed. She struggled both physically and mentally. She tried to wrap her mind around the situation at hand, the way her vision was turning black and her will to keep going faded with it, the cruel way everything was ripped away from her in a mere second, the simple way her small world she worked so hard to gain along the years was vanishing into an endless abyss filled with bitter reminiscences.

Y/N struggled to grasp her Haechan’s sick betrayal.

[ruthlessminddribble]

The One in Orange

You were used to being the new kid, with how often your father had to move around for jobs. South Park wasn’t really any different, except the girls pretty much kept you under lock and key. Something about knowing the rules, you really didn’t get it nor did you care. Opting to hang with Wendy most of the time anyway, at least she wasn’t all that weird. No, after about 4 months of being here the whole new kid thing just became a type of nickname. 

You open your locker to gather materials for your next class, Eric behind you doing his normal “I’m an asshole” thing. A song you tuned out after your first week with how often it happened, along with the backlash from the Broflovski kid. Kyle was his name, right? He’s your neighbor, and you think you honestly should remember that. You close your locker and turn only to run into orange. A lot of orange. “Oof.” You rub your nose and look up to see just what it was you ran into, cursing slightly in your head at the fact it's human. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” you try to step around but a hand finds its way on your forearm. 

“Are you alright?” the voice was a bit muffled but you got the jist of the question.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry again.” you repeat. The arm slowly lets go and you turn to head to class.

You take an empty seat by Wendy who was busy with some new thing she was trying to get people on board for. “Hey Wen?” She barely looks up from her work to give a hum of recognition. “Who is the orange parka wearing kid?” 

Her hands stop as she takes a moment, “orange parka…” her face lights with recognition, “Oh, you mean Kenny. Kenny McCormick.” 

“Who?” you ask just as the bell sounds. You start to get your desk set up as the teacher drones on about the week assignments.

Wendy taps your shoulder. “I’ll tell you more at lunch.” she whispers. This intrigues you. You honestly thought the conversation about the kid was over, to know he has some sort of story surprised you. The teacher continues, eventually asking for the homework. You let out a frustrated groan as you shuffle through your papers only to notice it missing. You guess you must have dropped it when you ran into orange parka kid, Kenny.

Kenny leans over and picks up the piece of paper. Reading the name at the top he chuckles, so the new kid dropped their homework. That meant she would come looking for it. Kenny neatly placed the paper in his bag and took out his spiral notebook. Ripping a clean page out he asked to borrow a pen from Stan and Scribbled a little note and slid it into the new kids locker. Now she’ll know where to find it and he had another reason to talk to her. His day just seemed to get a little better.

After explaining to the teacher that yes you did the homework and no you didn’t mean to drop it. You quickly run to your locker to look for the cursed thing. When the ground around where you ran into Kenny looked paperless, you hoped the boy just shoved it back in your locker for you to find. Well, he shoved something in there, but it wasn’t your homework. 

Got your homework. Meet me out back to get it back.

-K

Out back? Where the goths hung out? What? Whatever, you needed to turn it in and if that was the only way of getting back so be it. 

The orange parka stood out like a beacon against the dirty school wall. And the kid wearing it looked quite smug leaning against the wall waiting. You make your approach with determination. ‘“[Y/N].” You look up to meet his eyes. The world seems to slow for a moment as you take in his eyes. It completely pauses as he removes his hood and gives you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. Reality comes crashing back as he waves a hand in your face. “Everything okay?” he gives you a smirk that sets your face on fire. 

“My-My homework.” you manage to get out. 

He pulls out the paper and yanks it back just as you go to reach for it. “Returners fee.”

“What?” you give him a confused and unamused look.

“Returners fee.” he repeats.

You give him a glare, regretting the romance movie scene just a few moments ago. “There is no such thing.” you dead pan.

His smirk grows into a smile. “There is. After all, you can’t expect something for free.”

“It’s my paper.” you argue.

“That you dropped.” he poked your chest lightly. “ You don’t see detectives working for free, do you?”

You place a hand on your hip. “I see heroes do it though. Like the one who runs around here.” You rotate your hand clockwise at the sky signaling South Park as a whole.

You watch as his eyebrows disappear behind his bangs. “Hero? You mean the vigilant?” intrigue laced within the question.

You shake your head in disagreement. “Doesn’t seem that way to me.” He looks at you with surprise and wonder before handing back your paper.

“I’m sure he would be happy to hear you say that.” he gives you a smile before walking away. You watch as he disappears beyond the doors. You go over the conversation you just had in your mind.

“Did he call me by my name?” a smile forms on your lips.