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This is my first time sending you an ask because I was shy, but I was just binge-scrolling your profile (again), and I just wanna say never apologize for making more beautiful content about kbsd, especially the kindall ones :'3
Like, mygosh, you have no idea how many times your updates have made my day because I am also STARVING for kbsd and kindall content kebdjshwjdbsjsjc You're honestly such a blessing for that special place in my heart reserved for just kindall HAHAHAHAHA Like damn, where you've been after all these years T-T
But anyway, I super love your headcanons about kindall, and also just kbsd in general. I wanna ask you so many stuff like how tall do you think Kick would be compared to Kendall when they grow older? Do you think Hansel would like Kick when Kindall finally gets a little closer to the friendship side of things or will Hansel be super overprotective over Kendall and basically hate Kick' guts lol ALSO, what do you think of Kendall and Gunther as friends? Or their dynamic as fellow class officers? It's been a while, but I remember there being an episode where Gunther won as president to the student council I think? And like, I'm lowkey sad that this wasn't ever mentioned or referenced again in another episode. Because on one hand, I do think Gunther is smart in certain aspects and this is a good way for him to show it, BUT ALSO, IMAGINE IF KENDALL SHOWED GUNTHER THE ROPES FOR ALL THESE STUDENT COUNCIL STUFF AND THAT'S HOW THEY GOT A LITTLE CLOSER AS FRIENDS? Sorry for the all-caps, I just think it'd be super cute if there was more content about the other friendships and connections between the side characters (especially for Kendall, cause I remember her celebrating her birthday alone on that one episode where Kick babysits Oscar I think, AND THAT'S JUST SO SAD AND SHE DESERVES BETTER)
But anyway, sorry for the super long and messy brain dump hahaha, but endpoint to all of this, just wanna say that I love the content you make and I'm super excited to see your other headcanons and comics. That's all, thank you so much for all that you do and I wanna send you virtual hugs (with consent) <33 Byeee!
Me, after I red this ask /pos
KSJDJFKDFJGK PLEASE I"M SO HAPPY I MADE SOMEONE HAPPY WITH MY SILL KBSD ART I SWEAR IT SO AAAAAAAA
Ok i'm gonna put the rest under the cut because OH I HAVE A LOT TO SAY
I actually drew their designs for like mid/late twenties for a quick joke and didn't put as much thought into that BUT KJGKDJFGJK
Ok so adult Kindall
I feel a bit embarrassed by just how strong of a grip those two have on me but chvyf I'm still gonna make content with them of course >:D
Also
We stan short king ayooooooooo
About Hansel and Kick
I like the idea that she's not overprotective over Kendall or likes Kick right away but a secret third thing: sees him as a rival for the rank of awesome's first place. Like whenever he visits Kendall Hasel goes "aight boy, square up!" And just starts acting cute and adorable because that what somewhat gave her first place in the past.
Her cuteness doesn't work on Kick of course but Kendall? She already loves Hansel very much so whenever Hansel "competes" with Kick by rolling on the floor or rubbing against Kendall's legs you know that Kendall will be borderline crying from how adorable her kitty is.
The fact that cat can easily take all of Kendall's attention like that doesn't makes Kick mad tho. But he sure is irritated by that. Frustrated even.
GUNTHER AND KENDALL'S FRIENDSHIP IS SOMETHING THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT ADGCJVJV
Hansel counts that as a win btw jfnfnnfkfk
Before this ask I just thought that they're neutral. Not friends, Gunther is also kinda wary of her but generally sees her as just a classmate. BUT YEAH THAT EPISODE ABOUT ELECTION. IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF THAT WAS AT LEAST MENTIONED BUT AAAAAAA
Now I kinda like the idea that Kendall was scheming to take Gunther's place after the episode. However, Gunther kinda realized that student council position? Not very hype. Barely any time to hang out. So Gunther genuinely asked Kendall for help. Like, Jacky is wack (affectionate) but Kendall is pretty much known for her love for the rules and academics so it's only logical. And at first Kendall wanted to use that to completely "overthrow" him but Gunther, being an absolute lovable funny guy he is, made her go "Ok, you can stay actually"
I like the idea that Kendall keeps Gunther from turning the school into a Nordic funny land and Gunther keeps her from turning the school into a literal prison. It's a win win situation
ALSO I TOO WISH THERE WAS MORE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN CHARACTERS SVJVJBL
It's kinda implied that Mouth and Ronaldo are friends. Ronaldo had goons too (where did they go :( ) Also I really warming up to the idea that Kyle and Jackie became chaotic besties or even romantic partners (sorry Gunther x Jackie people, but Kyle x Jackie has more comedic potential to me)
I also wanted to see Kendall interact with more with her peers like jjdjgnjdndjfjck even if not friendly, just lemme see my girl being a menace
JFJJCJC PLEASE YOUR ASK LIGHTEN MY DAYS SO MUCH LIKE I CANT PLEASE KNOW THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ASK EVERY DAY SINCE I GOT IT
IM SO SORRY FOR LATE REPLY I WAS BUSY BUT SHGUFYCHV NOW ONCE IM GETTING MORE FREE TIME IM MAKING MORE CONTENT ABOUT THIS SILLY LIL DARDEVIL BOY
(Please know I am returning that virtual hug :) )
#ask#kick buttowski#doodles#i wanted to draw most of the ideas i had for this ask#but i barely have time nowadays :(#AMON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BTW#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THOSE KIND WORDS#I WILL NOW FORFEIT ALL MY POSSESIONS TO YOU /j
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College, Car Seats, and Creamy Pasta (ficlet)
(This title, idk.) So I’ve been having feelings lately about the old guard with babies in modern aus, so here’s an experimental, kind of self-indulgent ficlet filled with extreme amounts of softness and bébé feels <3
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There’s an infamous story all the way back from college that Joe loves to share which involves Andy drunkenly rolling her ankle on a beach and Joe having to carry her home--though, she could have walked, but Joe demanded to carry her--and fashioning an ice pack out of the only things he could find in his and Nicky’s tiny, decrepit apartment: A condom, and some ice from a small McDonald’s sprite (their freezer was broken when they moved in).
He lives to tell that story every chance he gets. Especially now, as he reaches into Andy and Quỳnh’s (much bigger and much colder) freezer nearly fifteen years later to retrieve a not-homemade ice pack and wrap it in a clean dishtowel for Andy’s poor crotch.
She’s lounging on the couch, even though she’s proven that she can walk, but Joe doesn’t mind, as she reaches back for the ice pack and shoots him a sly smile that says, Yeah, I know exactly which story you’re thinking about. He bats his eyelashes innocently back.
It’s a balmy Friday evening and Quỳnh’s still at work, though likely on her way home, so Joe has taken the liberty of cooking dinner. Andy begged to order a pizza, but Joe was not having it. And he thought himself to be the lax one of the bunch. If Nicky were in the kitchen at the time, it would have been anarchy.
“Thanks, Joe,” Andy says, as she settles into a more comfortable position on the couch with her ice pack, sighing. He adjusts the pillows at her back, which causes her to snort and slap his hand away.
“I’m not dying.”
Joe sniffs. “Yeah, coulda fooled me. How much did that baby weigh again?”
Andy laughs out a quiet, fuck off. “Nine pounds, eight ounces,” she says, quick as a whip.
“God…”
The baby, the reason for Joe and Nicky’s visit to Andy and Quỳnh’s apartment, is fairly chunky, sure, but he looks awfully tiny and pink, especially when he’s wearing his little hat. The hat with little lamb ears that Nicky painstakingly knit for him months ago, when he was barely more than a bump, that rarely leaves his soft little head. Nicky hadn’t even known how to knit at the time.
The baby’s name is Lykon, after a childhood friend of Andy and Quỳnh. Lykon was born at 4:26 AM on Monday. It’s Friday evening. Joe and Nicky have not left the apartment since Andy and Quỳnh brought him home.
And neither Andy nor Quỳnh have physically kicked them out, so Joe is staying right here.
Nicky had disappeared a few minutes ago to go change the baby while Andy napped, but he reappears then, slinking into the living room with Lykon held against his shoulder--he’s so little in Nicky’s hands, they almost swallow him--and Joe smiles at his husband in greeting before doing a double-take.
“Babe,” Joe says, and Andy cranes her neck to try and see Nicky over the back of the couch. “What are you doing?”
Nicky continues his journey across the living room floor--lunges, he’s doing lunges. Deep ones that make Joe’s eyebrows jump up in appreciation.
Nicky releases a finger from his gentle grip on the baby’s head and presses it to his lips. “Shush.”
“You trying to get your ass workout in while carrying my son? Really?” Andy asks.
Nicky’s response is whispered so softly, Joe can hardly hear him. “This is the only way I can get him to sleep.”
“Put him in the car seat,” Andy says, like it’s the most simple solution in the world.
“He likes it,” Nicky argues, still whispering.
Andy only shrugs. “Okay, but if he spits up on you…”
And right on cue, Joe hears a tiny gurgle, and there’s baby puke sliding down Nicky’s back.
Andy doesn’t say, told you so, but she doesn’t need to. Her smug grin is enough. With a poorly hidden pout, Nicky reluctantly hands the baby, who is now crying quiet little wobbly squeals, to Andy.
“You know,” Andy says, “you guys don’t have to stay. You have other commitments, I know.”
It’s the first time since Lykon’s birth that she’s said something like that, and Joe is only moderately surprised to feel a sudden onslaught of tears in his eyes.
“Or not,” she says, quickly. “We really appreciate your help, boys, it’s just… We don’t want to keep you.”
“Andy, shut up.”
She laughs, loud and open-mouthed. “Okay, Joe, okay. I love you guys.”
“We love you too,” Nicky says. Then he leans over the couch to peer into Lykon’s squishy little face. “And we especially love you.”
His voice changes when he talks to the baby. While Joe can’t control the way his voice raises several octaves and the way he coos gibberish, Nicky’s voice softens and hushes to something so comfortable, barely audible. It’s the way he would talk to a fussy toddler, Joe thinks, given the opportunity. He would level his eyes with them and speak to them like a person equal to him, providing the safest and most non-judgemental space for them.
Joe thinks. He hasn’t had many opportunities to see his husband speak with toddlers.
“I would be worried about you guys kidnapping him,” Andy says, “but I think it only counts as kidnapping if you leave the apartment.”
Joe snorts, and then he hears the water boiling over on the stove, so he dashes.
When Joe met Andy and Quỳnh, he had been a wide-eyed twenty-year-old, freshly out of the closet and already hopelessly in love. Well, that hasn’t changed, which always delights him to realize, after all these years. It was the love of his young life--Nicky, of course--who introduced him. Andy and Nicky were family friends, more like siblings, really, and of course Andy and Quỳnh had been together since the dawn of time. It took Joe no time at all to find a family in the four of them, inseparable as they all were.
Andy and Quỳnh had actually surprised him when they started talking about kids. That unexpected and world-changing conversation had been the beginning of a long and at times heartbreaking four years, before they finally got their donor, then suffered through a little over a year of IVF. They had almost given up, Joe remembers, between the frustration and the arguments and doctors telling Andy her eggs were too old. But, there he was, at the end of the journey, coming into the world flipping off everyone who said they couldn’t do it: Baby Lykon, the little warrior.
Joe remembers all of it vividly. The phonecall when they told him and Nicky they were pregnant, the panic to help them find a bigger apartment, the indulgent shopping trips, though Andy tried to keep a cap on those, and the weight and warmth of the baby in Joe’s arms the very first time he held him, barely thirty minutes after he’d been born.
Joe had sobbed, of course (something Andy and Quỳnh had anticipated so strongly they bet money on how long he cried for), and he looked into the baby’s big brown eyes and promised him the world.
They had talked about kids. Of course, they had. He and Nicky. But life was busy, and in the last five years between Joe finishing his dissertation and Nicky’s mother getting sick, the subject of kids just hadn’t come up. Besides, Joe thinks now, he’s only thirty-three.
Quỳnh comes home as he’s dishing up dinner for everyone--a creamy, cheesy pasta, because it’s the best comfort food--and her eyes brim with tears when she gets to hold Lykon again. She hasn’t been able to get a lot of time off work, even after becoming a new parent, which Joe thinks is frankly outrageous, but the work she does as a crisis counsellor is of course monumentally important.
They huddle around the couch to eat dinner, but Nicky pulls up one of the rickety chairs from the kitchen table and sits next to the baby, who is snoozing in his car seat on top of the coffee table. Joe doesn’t know how he does it, but Nicky manages to eat his dinner, drink enough water, and hold a conversation while keeping Lykon’s car seat rocking gently so he doesn’t wake up and scream.
Joe watches him as he chews his pasta mindfully and leans close to peer into the car seat. Beautiful. He’s always so beautiful, especially now. The way he looks at Lykon--their nephew, Joe realizes, elated--makes Joe’s head spin off his shoulders. He feels like he’s twenty.
“Crazy how tiny he is,” says Quỳnh, her voice soft and reverent. She already sounds so much like a parent. Joe’s eyes are still on his husband, so he sees how brightly Nicky smiles at that.
Andy makes an indignant noise. “Shut the fuck up.”
Quỳnh laughs, though she tries with obvious effort to keep quiet. She pulls Andy closer, her arm draped over her shoulder, and presses three kisses to her cheek. Then Quỳnh catches Joe’s eye and winks.
Andy shovels another forkful of pasta into her mouth and moans as she chews. With a full mouth, she says, “Joe, this is perfect. Please, boys, never leave.”
Joe shrugs bashfully, pretending to be shy. “It’s Nicky’s recipe.”
“What did you use,” Quỳnh asks.
Joe hums. He juts his chin to the kitchenette. “Your parmesan, mostly, and that fancy milk.”
“What fancy milk,” Andy asks, absolutely stuffing her face.
“Y’know.” Joe waves a hand. Chews, swallows. “The milk in the fancy bag, from the fridge.”
Andy and Quỳnh both stop eating, their eyes bugging out. Quỳnh slaps a hand over her mouth, poorly hiding a laugh and clearly choking a little, and Andy looks… Oh, Andy looks furious. Her face is red.
“J-” She forcefully lowers her voice, shooting a fearful glance at the baby. “Joe,” she whispers through her teeth. “Did you use my fucking breast milk?”
“Dio.” Nicky sticks his fork back into his dish.
“Oh,” Joe says, like an idiot. “Um.”
Andy’s cheeks puff out and somehow her face turns an even darker shade of red.
“I pumped…” she whispers, low and lethal, slow. “...For so… long…”
“There’s more in the fridge, babe,” Quỳnh says, and Joe fears for her life for a hot second. Then she brings her hand out to hover over Andy’s chest. “And it’s not like the tap is running dry, or whatever.”
“So I’m a milk bag.”
“A badass, sexy milk bag who--oh, who is murdering me with her eyes right now.” Quỳnh turns on Joe, then, scooping another forkful of breast-milk-pasta into her mouth and jabbing the fork in his direction. “You’re gonna be up all night paying my wife back for this, genius. See how skilfully you can wipe meconium from his bum.”
Joe only nods in shame. Fair enough.
Lykon signals that he’s awake, then, with a series of soft little snorty grunts that devolve very quickly into shrieking, wobbly sobs. Nicky launches into action with a speed that rivals the pitcrews at NASCAR. He lifts him from the car seat with such gentleness and oh, Joe’s heart breaks to see the baby’s little lips trembling as he cries, the way his little feet kick out against Nicky’s chest as he holds him over his forearms. Nicky is about to pass him to his moms when Quỳnh smiles softly up at him and says, “Looks like you’ve got him.”
He throws her a glance as if to ask, are you sure, and Quỳnh and Andy both nod. Joe’s sure they’re grateful to have the small amount of rest time and, looking at them now, curled together on the couch in their soft clothes, exchanging light kisses, he knows he and Nicky haven’t come close to overstaying their welcome.
“Look at you, Nico,” coos Andy as Nicky carefully holds the baby against his shoulder to peek at his diaper through the waistband his tiny pants. “You’re making us look bad.”
Nicky only chuckles lightly and shakes his head. The diaper must be clean, because he leaves it be and brings a hand up to cup the back of the baby’s wispy-haired head more steadily, and begins to hum, almost a whisper, and Joe’s heart flutters.
“Do you think he’s hungry?” Nicky asks Andy when the baby continues to fuss.
Turns out he is hungry, because he quiets almost immediately when Andy brings him to her chest. It’s not silent in the apartment--Joe can hear some sirens through the window on the streets far below, can hear the air conditioner groan to life, can hear Quỳnh and Nicky’s forks clink against their plates as they continue to eat the questionable breast-milk-pasta (good lord). And, Joe can hear the soft little grunts and snorts that the baby makes as he feeds.
Joe watches his oldest friends--they’re parents now, he can hardly believe it--as they huddle close on the couch and watch their son. Quỳnh wraps her arms under Andy’s so they’re both holding him, and his little chubby fist twitches and flings out every once in a while against Andy’s rolled-up shirt. His feet look impossibly small. Joe remembers the sounds he made when he and Nicky went shopping for all manner of baby supplies to help shave some stuff off Andy and Quỳnh’s list. He’d nearly sobbed when Nicky came up to the cart holding a pair of incredibly tiny socks (and then he had teared up and nearly passed out when Nicky popped the socks over his thumbs. A lot of people stared).
Joe would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been thinking of revisiting that store with Nicky every day since.
Now, he looks at his husband to find him already watching him, his heart in his eyes. Nicky slowly moves his gaze to their friends, to the baby, and Joe follows it. When their eyes meet again, Nicky’s are a little damp with tears, but he’s smiling, and there’s something inquisitive and hopeful in his eyes. Joe matches him and slowly, they both nod.
Yes.
#2000 words is not a ficlet sig. i digress#tog#the old guard#tog fic#anyway i am very very very shy about this#might do more with it. idk bébés make me happy. and i don't usually write aus but that could change#sage writes#i promise joe and nicky aren't going to steal andy and quỳnh's baby i just realized how it almost looks like that rip#anyway i'm shy now byeee <3
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T-shirt - Evan Peters
Part Two: T-shirt
Pairings: Evan Peters x Fem!Reader
Warnings: creampie, unprotected s3x, oral sex, l-bomb
Word Count: 1.5k (1,548)
A/N: Hey y’all I’m back…lol. Anyways yeah I finally finished writing part two to this and I have had no motivation whatsoever and I’m trying to because I really love writing and I have to finish my art portfolio as well and life has been very stressful and I have to finish college applications and essays as well. I’m going to be working on another fanfic soon that was a request and spoiler it’s a Timothee fic but I’m not spoiling what kind its gonna be. But yeah I think I’m gonna take a shower and work on a new art piece. Byeee I hope you guys enjoy this <3!! Love y’all
"That's a good girl," you spread your legs for him as your head lay against stacked pillows. "Now touch yourself. I want to watch," he looked into your eyes and yours looking into his; they were dark and cold. He was serious, hesitant; you just sat there as if you didn't hear him. "Did you hear me, baby? Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not here," he smiled at you sweetly. You felt small under his gaze; your hand slowly moved down in between your legs, his eyes following your movements.
His lips slightly parted, waiting for your next movement. The coldness of your fingers touched your clit barely, wincing at the feeling. The tips of your fingers began moving against your clit. Moving your fingers in a circular motion picking up your speed. The more your fingers moved, the more you forgot Evan was even sitting there with you. Throwing your head back against the pillows, your mouth began creating an 'o' shape. "M'gonna cum," you choked out. He watched as you reached your high the coil in your stomach about to snap, "That's it…come on, baby cum for me." As soon as he said that you came on command, it seemed, letting out a wanton moan, your legs shook, and your orgasm spread throughout your body.
Evan's hands moved up your thighs; his large hands envelop you rubbing at the skin on your hips with the tips of his thumbs. "Good job…," his voice trailed off slowly as you lay there recovering from your climax. "Open your legs again for me." You whined slightly, parting your legs open for him, "Don't be shy now this is what you wanted," his face moved downwards in between your thighs; the warmth of his breath fanned your inner thigh, the slight stubble growing on his face tickling your soft skin. Waiting for him to say something, he acted instead; the wetness of his tongue jolted you awake as he darted his tongue in and out of you. Your hands immediately grasped and pulled at the white linen sheets of the bed for support. Your groans filled Evan's ears as he hummed in response, pleased with the outcome of his actions.
"Oh, come on, I know you can be louder than that," he spoke teasingly as his fingers slipped in and out of you. Focusing his mouth back onto your clit, your thighs closed around his head, letting out a loud moan. Your back arching off of the bed, feeling the heaviness in your lower half; Evans hands pinning your hips down to the bed.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" His words muffled as he spoke against your pussy. Your hips rocked against his mouth, building up the friction between the two of you. Your eyes shut, your climax shattering through your body, your toes curling, tightening your grip on his brown locks. He continued licking your clit at a slower pace working you through your orgasm; his eyes focused on you the entire time as your body shook and trembled. Your screams turned into small whines and whimpers as his tongue kitten licked you, nipping and biting at your thighs. Watching as your chest heaved up and down. Taking his fingers, he collected some of your juices from in between your legs, placing his fingers in his mouth, tasting you.
His fingers dove in between your legs once more, repeating his action, this time moving his fingers towards your mouth.
"Baby, open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself; you taste so good." Cracking your eyes open, you did as he said with no hesitation; his fingers entered your mouth, feeling your warm breath touch him. Sucking on the pads of his fingers, tasting yourself swirling your tongue around his digits, Evan groaned at the sight and feeling. "Such a good girl…that never disobeys me," he stroked his clothed cock while his eyes traced your naked body.
"Are you gonna be a sweetheart and let me fuck you?" You were in a daze, but of course, you nodded your head, yes humming to give him the go-ahead. This is what you want and long for the past few months; you wanted Evan to fuck you senseless. You heard his buckle to his pants become undone and the zipper, the pants-dropping, and pooling at his feet. Along with his underwear, his dick slapped against his stomach, the tip was flushed pink; precum leaking from the tip with a slight curve to it, about six inches and more with some thickness to it.
You felt a dip in the bed as the weight shifted around you, Evan's body moving closer towards yours. Watching him, he looked like he was ready to pounce on you. He moved between your legs, grabbing your thighs pulling you closer to him. The tip of his cock running up and down your wet folds earning a mewl from your parted lips. Spreading your juices around your clit and up and down the slit.
"So wet and all for me," the head of his cock teasing your small hole nudging his way in. Without warning, he shoved his cock into you, letting out an airy breath at the sensation. Evan's lips met the crook of your neck, groaning into your skin as he thrusted into you. Sucking and kissing up to your neck to your jawline, face, and lips, swallowing each other's noises. Picking up speed, he moved his hips up into you, his pubic bone grazing your clit, still adjusting to the thickness of him inside of you.
"You're taking me so well, baby, your pretty little moans and screams." Your breast bounced with every thrust, and the bed creaked with every movement. The noises from your moans bounced off the walls echoing through the whole house, probably loud enough for the place next door to hear. "S'good Evan s'deep inside me," he let out a raspy chuckle, gripping the inside of your thigh, pushing your leg up to your chest, deepening his thrust. Bringing his lips to your ear, his breath fanning the sensitive skin.
"You feel so good," he slid his other hand from your waist down to your clit, circling his fingers as he moved in and out of you.
"I can feel you squeezing me, gonna cum again?" He nibbled at the bare skin on your neck, pushing your leg back further, chasing his orgasm.
"Fuck right there fuck fuck” your legs trembled with pleasure as he hit a soft sensitive spongey spot inside of you, digging your nails into his upper back dragging them down, which were sure to leave a mark. His groans filled your ears as he felt his orgasm approaching as well. The string in your lower abdomen is about to snap; your orgasm hits you. Your screams became silent as your mouth hung open, no noise coming out. "Good job, uhuh good girl cum for me," he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, your body coming undone beneath him.
Evan slowed down, watching where you to were connected, painting your walls white with his seed. The feeling was euphoric; his mouth hung open. The both of you trying to catch your breath coming down from your highs. "Fuck," you whimpered as he removed his softened cock from inside of you. The cum leaked out of you as Evan collapsed beside you, "Your fucking amazing, you know that? I love you so much; don't ever think for a second that I'm neglecting you because I want to. I'm sorry I'll try and spend more time with you." He turned towards planting kisses on your shoulder up to the apples of your cheeks.
"I love you too, and it's okay you made up for it," he smiled as you laughed, feeling your heart swell. "Maybe we should go again; make sure you're satisfied," he pecked your lips with tiny kisses. "We probably should go again. I've been needy without you here," he grinned against your lips.
"You really missed me, huh?" You nodded your head, making a pouty face. "Did you miss me right here? Or here?" His lips trailed down from your neck, down to your tits, and down to your stomach. His head disappeared underneath the sheets, "Oh yeah, I know you definitely missed me right here," you felt him kiss above your clit, making you gasp quietly. "Stop, Evan, give me a few minutes," you removed the covers revealing his head and a big shit-eating grin on his face.
"I'm hungry. I was gonna order food, but you ruined my plans, and then this happened," Evan rubbed the temple of your forehead, "Awww, was someone frustrated had to get off with my T-shirt?" You punched his shoulder as he laughed, holding his shoulder like it hurt. "Not funny, that was embarrassing," you turned away from him slightly.
"Ah, don't be embarrassed it was hot; it turned me on; maybe I should catch you in the act more often," you stiffed a laugh turning to him to see him smiling, of course.
"Come on, let's order some food," you hummed, laying into his bare chest as he rubbed your head. You missed this.
#fanfiction#fluff#aestethic#fanfic#love#y/n smut#evan peters smut#american horror story#evan peters x reader#evan peters x y/n#evan peters#smut#smut fic#smut fanfiction
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Hi! I’ve been too shy to ask for a matchup so I thought I would go for it now!
I’m Pix, I’m like 5’6-5’7 about I always have some kind peekaboo hair dye to match my brown hair going on sometimes a green color to match my eyes or just a fun color. I have two large dogs I adore because big dogs are just too cute!
I enjoy songs like I’m yer dad, Seventeen, My axe, Some Måneskin songs too. I like learning new songs for the electric guitar because of how much energy it gives me. I really enjoy old cartoons or anything animated in general.
In my free time I enjoy cooking/baking some new recipes if I’m bored, or like I said learning some new songs. On the occasion it’s a nice day out I go roller skating with others! If I had people describe they say I’m pretty bubbly and can be too stubborn for my own good. Oh oh! And my favorite colors will always be a nice pale yellow maybe a nice green!
I think that’s it? Anyways, thank you! Byeee! <3
Russel!
- Cooking together. Cooking together. Cooking together! I'm sorry but I'm just so excited at the thought of your two spending your evening cooking/baking together!
- Jam sessions with Russel will give you energy x infinity, it just makes you both feel so, so alive!
- He and your dogs get along so well, it's almost unbelievable. He often gets stuck on the couch or wherever he's sitting because your dogs curl up with him and fall asleep. Sometimes you catch him, expression unamused, buried under the pups xx
#russel hobbs#russel hobbs x reader#russel hobbs matchup#gorillaz#gorillaz x reader#gorillaz matchup
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they’re not you.
#knbvdaychallenge2020
– Day 7 of KNB Valentine’s Week hosted by @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby
A/N: Aaa this is the last day of the challenge. I hope everyone had fun with this cuz I know I definitely did. On a slightly different note...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADMIN BLISS!!!
I know I gave you a gift already but here’s another one cuz why not hehe. ~Lily
Summary: You and Kise were the best of friends, but you had a secret crush on him for the longest time. However, with so many of his fans around him on Valentine’s Day, you start to get even more discouraged...
Your alarm clock just had to be broken today, the day you had a test during the first period no less.
You quickly grabbed your bag and ran out the door.
What’s even worse was that you burned a hole in your uniform too.
Dammit, mom’s gonna kill me.
Groaning, you hurriedly made your way to the train station and thanked the heavens when you saw the train hadn’t left yet.
You boarded and moved to the back of the train, where there weren’t as many people. The train doors closed behind you and you shivered slightly.
You reached into your bag for your jacket but didn’t find it there. Then you remembered that you left them in your room this morning when you hurried out.
You groaned inwardly.
Guess today’s gonna be a bad day for me. Should’ve expected it. I never have much luck on Valentine’s Day anyway.
You looked out of one of the train windows and couldn’t help but smile. The view may not be beautiful to everyone but it was to you. It was a view that just filled you with a calming sense of nostalgia.
Even today, with everything going wrong so far, it still somehow managed to calm you down, to some extent at least.
“You’re always being such a worrywart y/n-chi”
His words suddenly came to mind.
Just like the view from the train window, he’s one of the few things, or rather people, that could actually get you to smile and relax.
It’s not that you weren’t a relaxed person. It’s just that a lot of the people you were with, your friends and classmates at school, somehow brought out a tenser side to you.
That all changed when you met with Kise Ryouta though. Since the moment you two first talked, something just clicked. The two of you became really close and stuck together through thick and thin. He was what you deemed a really good friend, a best friend even.
Suddenly, your phone started ringing. You picked it up and to no surprise was greeted by Kise’s panicked voice.
“Y/n-chiii, where are you? Assembly just finished and class is about to start. Sensei also seems like he’s in a bad mood today. You better hurryyy.”
“Oh great... sorry Ryouta. My alarm clock broke and my uniform got burned and ughh I’m not really having the best start for today. But I’m on the train to school and I think I can make it in like 10 minutes max.”
“Ok. Just hurry though, I don’t wanna have to do this test myself.”
“Ryouta, you’re gonna have to do it on your own anyway.”
“I know,” he whined. “It’s just that I feel more confident when you’re around.”
Your heart swooned at this. Yes, yes, here you were in the classic “in love with best friend but can’t tell him for fear of losing him” situation.
“Oh crap. Class started. Gotta go. Hurry. Please. Byeee.”
“Right. Almost the—”
He suddenly hung up on you. You understood though. Your first class teacher was pretty strict and is almost always in a bad mood.
A few seconds later, you felt the train slow to a stop. You sighed in relief as you realized this was your stop. Quickly gathering your things, you made a beeline for the exit and ran the rest of the way to school.
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“How’d you think you did?” Kise asked you after class ended.
You had made it with just enough time to quickly finish the test. you didn’t have time to double-check the answers but at least you were able to complete it.
“I think I did good enough. I mean I did study a lot last night and the test wasn’t that bad so I guess it should be fine. How about you?”
“Well I have a great tutor so I’m sure I did good too,” he replied, winking at you.
A small blush crept up to your face.
Arghh, why’d he have to be all flirty and cute all the time?
As you were trying to calm yourself, a girl you’ve seen a few times before walked up to you and Kise. Completely ignoring you, she told Kise to come with her as she had “something important” she wanted to discuss with him.
You rolled your eyes.
Kise looked at you as if asking for permission. You told him it’s fine and to go with her.
“I’ll wait for you in class,” you said with a forced smile.
It was the same every year. Valentine’s Day just seems to give everyone ten times more confidence.
It honestly scares you a bit though. Even though Kise kept saying there wasn’t anyone he really liked, you kept worrying that maybe, one day, someone would come and steal his heart.
What’s even worse is that you were the main reason Kise was so popular.
It had started around middle school when puberty began to change Kise. At the time you were into photography and had also noticed how he had become much more attractive.
Knowing he was a naturally photogenic person and wouldn’t mind helping you out, you asked him to model a few pics for you. You posted them on social media and he immediately became a big hit. He told you he had fun doing it with you so you guys continued. Until of course, a professional agency scouted him. You two have still stayed close friends through it all though.
You’d always find it funny how much of a cliche the situation you were in was.
Girl meets boy. Girl helps boy become successful model. Boy becomes popular with the ladies. Boy meets another girl and falls for her. Girl is left heartbroken as she’s had feelings for him this entire time.
At this point, you’ve kinda accepted it already. You did want to tell him how you really felt, but you valued your friendship with him way more. So that’s why you just enjoyed whatever time you had with Kise. That in itself was already more than enough to you.You took a seat in the classroom and took out your materials, waiting for Kise.
You tried not to think about what was going on between him and that girl because, despite everything, you still can’t help but get jealous. It’s only natural but it’s a hell of an annoying feeling and you knew it would only get worse if you fixated too much on it.
Kise finally came to class a second before the bell rang. He held a small heart-shaped box in his hands. You glared at it but tried your best to hide your jealousy.
Fortunately, Kise didn’t notice anything off and quickly came to sit beside you.
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The rest of the day went by the same as every other Valentine’s. Kise would receive gift after gift and have to deal with all his fangirls and even some fanboys.
Today though, there seemed to be an extra amount of people giving him gifts, which you didn't think was possible.
Because everyone was always crowding around him, you decided to leave him for now. You felt kinda bad for him but there wasn’t exactly much you could do. Besides, you’d probably make things worse for him by being there.
When school ended, you waited at the train station for Kise. You remembered he said there wasn’t any basketball practice today and you were hoping the two of you could go home together. You had sent him a text telling him you’d wait for him here.
After waiting almost an hour though, you just about gave up and was about to board the next train when you heard a voice calling out to you.
“Y/n-chii! Wait!”
You turned and saw him running up to you. He had a few chocolates, roses, and even a teddy bear in his arms. He came to stop in front of you, panting.
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” he said sounding sincere.
You tried to give him a sympathetic smile. “Well, I’m assuming you were probably cornered by those love-crazed people again so don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault anyway,” you said more bitterly than intended.
Kise fell silent.
“Y/n? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, sorry. I'm just not really having a good day that’s all”
“Oh ok…”
Not knowing what to say you both stayed quiet.
You looked at the sign by the train tracks. There were 3 minutes left until the next train arrived. Kise gestured to an empty bench and the two of you moved to take a seat.
“Y/n,” Kise said softly. “There’s something I want you to know ok?”
You looked at him in slight confusion.
He cleared his throat and continued, “I may get presents and gifts from all those ‘love-crazed people’ as you put it. But none of them matter to me.”
At this, your confusion grew. What’s he trying to say?
“None of them matter, because, well because they’re not you.”
He looked at you, golden eyes shining.
It took you a second to process what he had just said, but when you did, you blushed heavily and quickly looked away.
He laughed, “Don’t be so shy y/n-chi. I thought you already knew anyway.”
“Knew what?” you asked trying to feign innocence.
“Knew that I like you of course,” he said with a suave smile.
“Oh,” your brain seemed to have short-circuited after hearing his words.
“Umm I like you too…” you mumbled lamely.
He smiled widely at you and you blushed back.
“Well if we both like each other I think it’s only right that I ask,” he said before standing up and extending a hand to you.
“Y/n L/n, will you be my valentine?”
You shyly nodded and took his hand, “Of course.”
The train arrived and he pulled you up, putting an arm around you as the two of you boarded the train.
Needless to say, what had started off as a bad day ended up being one of the best days you’ve had in quite a long while.
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Hi! 💕 How you doing? Hope you're fine! Can I get a nsfw matchmaker with BTS? I'm 5'3, dark brown long hair, big doe brown eyes and I'm ballet dancer, curvy. I'm sub, shy but I can be bratty... let me see, some naughty stuff... size kink, overstimulation, edging, sensory play/deprivation, a good spanking, etc.. Thank you, byeee ❤❤
hello lovely! I am doing well now! thank you for asking. I hope you are doing well too. sorry for being late but I've been trying to push out these match makings asap but sometimes it gets a little hard. Anyways, i hope you enjoy! (ps. TWINS! i have a lot of your features!!!)
i ship you with...*drumroll*
Jung Hoseok!
y’all perfect for each other
he’s got some big hands that are perfect for spankings
like just imagine,
you’ve been being a brat the whole day and he just bands you over his lap and makes you count
if you loose count, he starts all over
(he secretly wants you to loose count bc he kinky like that)
he loves your big eyes
he’ll push you down between his legs and make you suck him off so he can catch your big doe eyes looking up at him
makes you look so innocent and goes weak in his knees when you look at him like that
he also loves that you’re also a dancer
(dancers do be flexible tho...fun fact about me: i’ve been dancing since I was 3 uwu)
hoseok loves subs
no question about it
it’s just always been that way and will always remain that way :)
this man loves to fuck you until your begging him to stop
makes sure you cum at least 2-3 times every time y’all have sex
he loves your cum face
his is nice too
he’s also pretty tall
(5′10″ to be exact...i love tall bois)
SIZE KINK
loves to make you small under him
please let him
hope you enjoyed
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Chapter 6 - Interesting
Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook
Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?
Jungkook x Reader
The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners
Y/n pov
"ROSE' I'M FREAKING OUT!" I shout over the phone. I called my best friend to tell her EVERYTHING, as soon as I got into my room.
"So" she says taking a small break "basically you got to the twins' house, thinking that you and Jungkook were going to be alone. Then you see Jungwook shirtless doing push-ups. After that you studied and you almost kissed with Jungkook. His brother interrupted you two and they almost started a fight. You stopped them and rushed out of the room. You were having a panic attack and Jungkook calmed you down, while hugging you. You both apologized to each other and he insisted to get you home. Once you arrived at your house you gave him a kiss in the cheek and then ran away."
It took me almost an hour to explain her what happened and she just summarized everything in less than two minutes.
"Umh, yeah that's basically it." I say, fascinated by her talent.
"I'll tell you what I think" as she says this I feel nervous, but also curious. Like a kid who discovers new things day by day. "On one side there's Jungwook, who acts like a bully but at the same time, he saved you from those girls and keeps teasing you. He's the classic bad guy that falls in love with the cute girl"
As she talks about him that way, I feel like gagging. It will never happen. Me and Jungwook? No way. She then continues:
"On the other side, there's Jungkook, who's the perfect guy that treats you amazingly, but also told you that you're only one of his close friend. He's also jealous of his brother flirting with you, that's why he almost punched him. He's the cute boy that wants to protect his girl, but at the same time is too shy to say what he feels"
She's doing a very detailed description. I'm amazed by her sixth sense.
"So basically, you're in between two fires" I can feel her evil smile as she tells me that.
I suddenly start to feel nervous and guilty. I don't know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen. I'm also a bit scared, I don't want to be the reason for a fight.
It's morning and I wake up with mixed emotions. I smile as I remember about the sweet and warm hug between me and Jungkook. But then reality hits me and I also remember about Jungwook and the whole drama.
The morning went pretty normal at school. Jimin and Rosé kept flirting and kissing, Jungkook and Jungwook kept giving death stares at each other. And I was just in the middle of them. Like Rosé said.
"I want to do something fun" Jungwook says grinning and looking at me. He didn't really whisper, so Jungkook heard what he said. I hope these two won't fight here. I'm sweating a bit and starting to feel hot. Luckily Jungkook doesn't answer, he just glances at him and then gets back to his homework.
Now I'm going back home with Rosé, who is talking to me about Jimin, as always:
"He's so sweet y/n. Why did I wait this long? Oh right! His birthday is coming in a couple of weeks. He wants to invite us at his villa." She says smiling. But I'm not so convinced with this idea. I hate crowded places, and knowing how famous Jimin is, he's going to invite tons of people. I guess my best friend noticed my concern.
"Y/n" she says taking my hand as we walk "He said that this year he wants to do something smaller than the previous ones. He said that he's going to invite only the four of us: me, you and the twins."
"Really?" I say a bit surprised. I guess it will be fine, as long as I'm with Rosé. I just nod and accept the invitation.
As I get home I feel observed by both of my parents.
"What happened?" I ask confused "Did I do something wrong?" I wonder what's wrong with them. They're just silent. I feel the palms of my hands sweating, this is killing me. After ten awkward seconds, in which I raised an eyebrow at them, my mum decides to talk:
"You have nothing to tell us?"
What? What do I have to tell them. I show them my confused face, as I think about what it could be. But nothing comes to my mind.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" my dad gets my attention with his sudden question.
"WHAT? A B-BOYFRIEND?" what is wrong with them. They know I'm single.
"Yesterday Rosé came here to give you this" my mum says showing my one of my notebooks.
"That's my notebook! I couldn't find it anywhere." I say smiling and lifting my hands to take it, but my mum quickly snapped it.
"You said that you were going to meet with Rosé yesterday." My dad says.
My smile drops. I'm sweating even more. I don't feel nervous, I rather feel pressured. They see that I can't come up with an excuse, so my mum decides to keep talking:
"She told us that you went to 'Jungkook's house'"
That's it. I'm doomed. They're going to kill me. Not that they don't want me to have a boyfriend, but they want me to tell them everything. I clench my fists and lower my head, hoping that they won't scold me too hard, but I hear a giggle coming from my mum's mouth. I slowly look up and see the both of them smiling like crazy.
"Is he cute?" my mum asks.
"How old is he? Can I trust him?" my dad takes over.
They're bombarding me with questions. My jaw drops and I'm in disbelief, expecting a totally different reaction from them.
As they keep questioning me things about him I just stop them:
"He's not my boyfriend! We're just close friends and we met just to study!"
"Yeah sure...FRIENDS" my mum says emphasizing that particular word. I swear, they're starting to get on my nerves. How do I get out of this? As they keep teasing me, I feel the anger growing inside me. I could explode in any second. But then I receive a call from Rosé.
"Oh Rosé is calling me, I have to go, byeee" I say rushing into my bedroom.
As I get inside I answer the call.
"Hi y/n!"
"Hi Rosé, you just saved me"
"From what?"
"My parents. They know about Jungkook. Kinda"
"Really? How?" by the sound of her voice, I can understand that she's playing dumb.
"HOW COULD YOU TELL THEM!" I scold her.
"AHAHAH I didn't mean to, really. I honestly thought that you've told them. Or at least that you've told them that you were going to study with a friend" she has a point.
"Anyway...why did you call me?" I try to change the subject as soon as I realize that I'm wrong.
"I know we just separated only half an hour ago. But today I don't feel like staying at home. So I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to the same café"
"Oh sure!! I'll wear something cute and get there! Bye" and I hang out.
Rosé took me to some clothes shops and made me buy a lot of new clothes. I'm looking for a cute one.
It's nothing too special, but I still like it. I slowly open the door, preventing it from cracking and tiptoeing outside. Fortunately my parents didn't hear me and I run as far as I can.
As I walk I receive a message from Jungkook.
Jungkook:
Hi Y/n! what are you doing? 😊
Y/n:
I'mgoing out with Rosé 😊
Jungkook:
You're so cute :D <3
My heart skipped a beat on that. I didn't expect that at all. As I keep walking I suddenly look at a window shop, in which I can see my reflection. I'm smiling so hard and I didn't even realize that. I feel so happy right now.
Without realizing I start hopping happily and arrive to the cafè, where I see Rosé waiting for me.
"Someone seems happy" she says as soon as I reach her.
"Yesss, he called me cute" I say looking at the clear sky. This sensation feels great. It seems like my life is going to the right path.
"I can literally see your eyes becoming heart shaped" she says laughing.
After a bit we eventually decide to sit at a table outside. As we keep talking about random stuff, I seem from a distance Jimin with Jungwook waving at us.
"Rosé look. There's Jimin!" I say to her, and she immediately wave back at him and gesturing them to come over.
Why is she calling them? I mean, I know she wants to greet her boyfriend, but there's also Jungwook! I hope he doesn't do or say anything wrong.
"Hi girls!" Jimin says as he kisses her girlfriend. "Is everything fine?"
"Yes!!" Rosé says showing her best smile. She looks so happy with him. I wish I could find someone like she did. I mean, there's Jungkook, but I don't know if he feels the same way.
The two boys ended up sitting at our table and getting something fresh to drink.
"So y/n" Jimin asks me "Rosé told me that you'll come to my birthday! I'm so happy" he says smiling wide.
"O-Oh yeah, I'll come and have fun with all of you!" I say trying to not look at Jungwook, who now starts talking:
"Oh yes, we're going to have a lot of fun" he smirks. I really want to punch him.
"Oh Rosé" the blonde guy says "I need to talk to you about something, can we go in that silent street? It's something private" I widen my eyes. I hope she gets my signals. I don't want to be left alone with the other one. But she doesn't seem to look at me and she just says:
"Is it really important?"
"Yes, it is" her boyfriend says.
"Ok lets go. Y/n I'll be right back" and with that they left.
It's really awkward. At least for me, because it looks like Jungwook is enjoying this, way too much. To feel less awkward, I decide to take my phone and chat with Jungkook. I swear, this scene looks so absurd. I'm sitting next to a guy and at the same time I'm chatting with his twin.
"You seem busy" Jungwook says.
"Yes, I am" I say coldly.
"Who is it?" he says stretching his head and leaning towards me to see the screen of my phone.
"None of your business" I say putting the phone on my chest.
"I see..." he looks suspicious.
As I keep texting with Jungkook, the guy next to me stays quiet.. I guess he got it now. But I spoke too soon.
He suddenly snaps my phone out of my hands and reads the messages. I try to get it back, but he stops me by putting his arm over me.
"Oh oh oh, look what we have here. My cute little brother. You two looks so happy" he says as he keeps scrolling up our chat.
"Give it back!" I shout finally managing to take my phone back.
"Uhhh someone is mad" he says in a teasing tone. I just ignore him, I don't want to mess with him. Thinking that now he would probably shut up, I hear him saying something:
"You know y/n. I like to mess with people, just for fun. And I really like to see people's different reactions every time. And now I want to see your reaction to one of my spites..."
As he says so I look at him and...
...he's smirking like crazy. He's seriously scaring me right now. I feel my stomach hurting a bit and my hands shaking. But I have to look confident.
"W-What are you t-talking abo-" he cuts me off smashing his lips on mine. I widen my eyes in surprise and freeze on my spot. He suddenly bits my lower lip hard, making me gasp and open my mouth. He takes advantage of that moment and slides his tongue inside my mouth. He's actually a good kisser, but I'm not giving into the kiss. I push him away and look at him shocked, as I wipe my mouth with my arm.
"Things are going to get interesting" he then says liking his lips. I stand up and run away from him.
As I walk fast I bump into Rosé, who was now coming back to our table.
"Y/n where are you going?" she asks me confused, but then she sees tears in my eyes "Oh my god what happ-" I didn't let her finish the sentence and just run away.
I run as fast as I can, but at some point I stop, feeling too tired. I bend down and put my hands on my knees, to find some support. I suddenly feel a knot on my stomach. I start to cry and sob really hard, as I feel the pain growing and pervading every inch of my body. My throat feels clogged and I feel like I'm running out of hair, so I start breathing really hard and fast.
It's not my fault, he did that all by himself. I didn't do anything, but why do I feel like this? Sad? Angry? No...guilty.
As I get home I quickly run to my rum and lock myself inside. how could he do that? Why does he have to interfere? Does he enjoys watching people getting hurt? He's the devil. My stomach starts to hurt even more and I can't contain my loud whines. Then I receive a text message from Jungkook.
Jungkook:
By the way, do you have something to do next Thursday? We can hang out and maybe eat an ice cream together ^^
As I read the message I start crying harder and harder, at the point that I almost puke.
Rosé's pov
Why was she crying? I ask myself. But then I remember that she was alone with Jungwook.
That bastard.
I walk at a face pace towards him and shouts:
"What did you do to her?!"
"Me? Nothing" I see him grinning, as he pronounces those words.
"I'm going to beat you up if you don't tell me" I say, but Jimin cuts me off by saying:
"Rosé, calm down" he then looks at his friend "What did you do?" he doesn't sound mand. It's like, he's given up. Almost if it's an habit seeing Jungwook making troubles.
"I just wanted to spice things up" Jungwook says flicking his tongue.
"Tell me what you did!" I shout expecting him to get surprised, but all I earn is an evil grin on is mouth. He then says:
"Why don't you go and ask y/n? I think she didn't mind it at all"
As he leans back on his chair, I feel the anger building up inside me. It has never happened before. Not this much. I clench my fists and start running to y/n's house. I can hear from afar Jungwook saying to Jimin:
"Don't follow her. I think she'll need time alone with her best friend"
Seriously, I hate him so much. What did he ever do to make y/n cry?
I run as fast as I can, and now I'm finally at her house. I knock on the door several times and her mum shows up.
"Hi Rosé! What are you doing here?" she says smiling. I guess she didn't see y/n crying.
"Can I see y/n?" I say out of breath.
"Of course, she's in her room!"
I quickly run to her bedroom and open the door without knocking and I see the most heartbreaking scene I've ever seen.
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