#anyway yeah my brain is trying to suffocate me i think

[gayboybeetle]

my fire alarm ran out of battery and went off in the middle of the night, so im about to go to my post-op appointment with two hours of sleep and a migrane being like. yes i am so normal, tell me how normal i am, for the love of god

[thesoftestpunk]

I want you, Baby I need you

Summary: your friend tells you someone may like you and so stupidly, you begin to think about them a little differently

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I feel like my brain fog made the pacing weird :/

Warnings: bullying, girls being mean :(, lots of fluff and pining!!

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Pt.2

“Guess what?” One of your teammates, Christina, asks the second you place your tray down on the table, looking too smug for your liking. Before you can even ask, she’s talking over you. “The freak has a crush on you.”

“Who?” You genuinely forget who she’s referring to for a second, but her scoff seems to jog your memory. “Oh. Eddie Munson?” 

“Who else?” She sneers, and everyone else around you laughs like it’s some huge joke, but you’re certain she isn’t joking. “God, how embarrassing.”

Your cheeks burn as they laugh even harder. You let out a weak chuckle, feeling the world around you shrink and become suffocating. 

“Yeah,” you let out, trying to play along. “Could you imagine? Me and him?” 

You blatantly refuse to call him a freak. Since moving into town two years ago, you quickly learned city life and small town life were completely different worlds. Despite falling in with the semi-popular crowd by joining the swimming team, you understood the struggle Eddie and his friends had to go through. You weren’t freak status back home, but you weren’t popular either. Not always well known, but always well liked, and your new friends teasing him about the rumor makes you worry about it spreading. For your sake and not his. You don’t want to deal with any sort of teasing from anyone.

Guilt crawls up your throat as you steal a glance toward his table, catching his eye as he curiously looks on at the boisterous scene going on around you. You give a quick smile, which probably comes off as more of a wince, and turn back around. In all honesty, he hasn’t been on your radar. You don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s loud, labeled The Freak of Hawkins High, and has made a scene or two in class. 

“Oh god,” Christina sighs out, wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. “Pathetic.” 

Humming half heartedly, you focus on shoving your shitty school food around your tray instead of eating it, a sudden pit sitting heavy in your stomach. Because Eddie having a crush on you actually felt flattering. 

You choose to sit next to him in English, even give a small smile when you sit. There’s still time before the bell rings, and you find yourself glancing over at him. You open and close your mouth, uncertain of what to say until the words suddenly come tumbling out.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

For a second he doesn’t realize you’re talking to him until the silence makes him look up and realize you’re staring straight at him, expectantly. He points to himself as if asking ‘me?’ eyebrows raised and his already wide doe eyes getting even wider. And you nod while fighting off a smile. 

“Why d’you wanna know?” He eyes you suspiciously, certain that whatever information you’re about to get out of him is going to get back to your friends and fuel the constant fire over his head. 

“I dunno,” you shrug a shoulder, but you’re honest. What the fuck were you supposed to say to Eddie Munson anyway? He was intimidating as hell because he put himself in the spotlight like it was nothing. It isn’t like you hate attention, but too much makes you nauseous. “Thinking about getting one, I guess?”

“You guess?” His head tilts, causing his hair to cascade over his shoulder. Of course he would be defensive. Christina was just making fun of him less than an hour ago. 

“It’s- forget it,” you shake your head. You can’t believe you would trust your nasty, mean friends when they said he had a crush on you. 

Turning back to the front of the classroom, you wait painfully for the bell to ring, and once it does, the room fills quickly with slightly out of breath students. A couple of your teammates wave at you until you finally break and they gesture wildly, asking ‘what the fuck are you doing sitting next to him?’ All you can do is give an apologetic shrug and decide you’ll lie to them later and say it was the only seat you could find. They just roll their eyes and pull out their textbooks. 

“Five.” Eddie’s voice surprises you. 

Turning your head, you hope no one sees when you ask. “Did they hurt?”

“No, ‘course not.” He bites back a smile, trying to act all tough. 

“Liar.” Your nose scrunches and it makes him laugh at how cute it is. 

You don’t mean to, truly, but now you look out for Eddie in the halls, stare at him during class, and hope for one more conversation. One that’s less embarrassing, but you do hope. Despite your friend's relentless teasing after English class the other day, you give a small wave back anytime he gives you one. You never initiate first, too shy and afraid it’ll lead to more teasing. This way you can just say you’re being polite when you wave back and they see, but more often than not, they’re too caught up in their own little worlds. Even though you’re scared they’ll tease, you keep an eye out for him and you learn more than you ever knew before. He’s polite. He lets the cheerleaders walk ahead if they bump into each other at a corner in the hall. One arm is tucked behind his back as he sweeps the other out and he bows a little. They give him weird looks respectively, but he just smiles and moves on. He might joke around with his friends, but if you listen closely, you can hear the kindness and compliments hidden underneath the meaning of his words. The group is small, but he holds the same amount of care for each and every one of them. Including his ‘little sheepies’ which you don’t fully understand, but he used a lot of words you don’t understand, and you thought you were smart. After a little investigating, you learn some of them are made up, but you seem to like the fact that he’s nerdy and into this series called Lord of the Rings. 

You’re starting to like Eddie.

“Oh my God,” Christina moves in your line of sight, in front of him. You’d positioned yourself at the cafeteria table so you didn’t have to turn around to subtly watch him anymore. “Are you staring at the freaks?”

“Stop calling them that,” you roll your eyes. “You know I hate that.”

She crosses her arms defensively. “Just, you know, being honest. What’s so interesting about them anyway?”

“Nothing.” You mutter, going back to nibbling on the shitty cardboard pizza they served today. 

She turns around and gets the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen from her when her eyes connect with Eddie’s. 

“Holy shit. You’ve got a crush on The freak!”

“Christina!” You swat at her, but it’s too late. Everyone else at your table already heard and is staring at you incredulously. “I- I do not.”

“Puh-lease. You’ve been making googly eyes at him for weeks at this point!”

“It hasn’t been weeks,” you mutter under your breath.

“Ew!” Another one of the girls scrunches her nose and jabs a thumb in his direction. “Him?”

“Better be careful, Y/N,” another taunts. “Don’t wanna find you in the woods. I heard he, like, sacrificed a girl out there last year. No one’s heard from her since.”

“Oh my god, me too!” Christina pretends to look concerned. “You think that’s what happened to Nancy’s friend too? What was her name? Bev?”

“Didn’t he like…” the girl to your left leans in and stage whispers, but she could be heard from across the room if you listened hard enough. None of them understood the concept of speaking at a normal volume. “Bite a bat's head off?” 

“That was actually Ozzy Ozbourne!” Eddie leans so far back in the chair that the two front legs don’t touch the ground, one of his legs lifted so the bottom of his dirty Reebok’s supports his weight against the table. 

You’re mortified at the idea that Eddie has heard every single word, but he was at the other end of the long table today. 

“Ugh,” Christina rolls her eyes again before turning to face him. “As if we know that freak either!”

“Tina,” you hiss, not wanting to start a scene over this nonsense. 

“Whatever. You don’t have a crush.” She fully faces the table again and starts talking about the party at Jason’s after the game on Friday. 

You go to throw an apologetic look at Eddie, but find him missing from the table, and a couple of his friends send glares your way, making you shrink in shame. 

Eddie isn’t in English, or History, and you find out through the grapevine he skips the rest of the day entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do, but you feel like it’s your fault. The days leading up to the party, he seems to avoid you, eyes darting away quickly and showing up late enough to class that it’s guaranteed there’s no free seats around you. Christina seems to take notice of your sour mood, but only asks once. You lie and say you’re fine, but you feel sick to your stomach. You never actively partook in the bullying, but you never stopped it either. 

The day of the game finally rolls around, filled with school spirit and a pep rally, but once again Eddie is nowhere to be found. Not that he’d ever attended a pep rally in his whole high school career, but you at least expected to spot him at lunch. He’s even absent from your shared classes. After school, you hang around in the parking lot, wasting time before you all have to go home and get ready for the game. You frown as you observe his friends, chatting away aimlessly and occasionally throwing candy around. They hang around what you think is Eddie’s van, but if he skipped all day, why would he be here now? 

“Hey,” Christina’s voice surprises you, quiet and genuine. “Just us girls… you have a crush on Munson?”

“I…” you trail off, surprised she isn’t faking her valley girl voice, and you feel like you can trust her once again since you met her two years ago. She wasn’t your first friend in Hawkins, but you had been close when you first joined the team. “I dunno. He’s actually kinda sweet. Maybe?”

“Seriously?” And then she guffaws, catching you off guard once more. “Ugh, grody! Guys, Y/N actually has a crush on Munson!”

“I- I didn’t say that!” You can’t believe Christina would do something like that. As you watch them all laugh and tease, you wonder when they all got so mean and why you started letting them get away with it. 

“You said maybe. That’s, like, totally a yes!”

“Like it’s such a bad thing to have a crush on me?” 

Everyone quiets as you slowly turn around to find Eddie standing there, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Eddie, I…” you aren’t even sure what to say as he glares down at you. 

“I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging around you, Munson.” Christina’s voice makes you squeeze your eyes shut in frustrated embarrassment. “Even your parents couldn’t stand to stay around. Must be hard having a cultist son. Fucking embarrassing.”

The lot gets so quiet, you can hear the grinding of his teeth as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t even dignify her with a response, turning and walking away before anyone can see the red staining his cheeks. 

“Tina… that was major harsh.” One of the girls breaks the silence. 

“Oh, eat my shorts, Janice. Are we getting ready at my house or not?” 

Everyone seems to hesitate but Christina was captain of the team. No one was going to say no. Well, no one but you. 

“I’ve, um, got a thing. I’ll meet you guys at the game.” You glance over toward Eddie, watching as he harshly shoves his shoulder back to avoid one of his friends' hands. 

You shouldn’t go to the game, but you do.

Janice called you from Christina’s house, sounding hopeful. You promised to be there, despite your whole body screaming at you to just stay home. Janice promises the whole thing will blow over by Monday, and something else will come along. But it won’t just blow over with Eddie. You know that. He had looked so hurt when you turned around to face him. In all the years of getting bullied, that was the first time he showed anyone what their words did to him. And it was your fault. 

You had promised Janice you’d be there, but when you stand outside the gymnasium, you can’t make yourself go in. Can’t make yourself face who you thought were your friends. So, you walk down a path between the large building and the school and take out a key. The pool was somewhat separated, but you could still hear the muffled band playing when you entered the echoey room. You keep a spare swimsuit in your locker for this exact situation. The sport helped clear your mind and you needed to get rid of the image of Eddie’s broken look.

You swim even after the cheering and the band stops. You swim until you feel like your limbs are going to fall off, and even though you don’t want to, you shower off the chlorine. As you step out into the somewhat cool autumn air, a double door bursts open, and the kids that come spilling out make you stop. 

His little sheepies. Which means… 

Fuck. 

Eddie is the last one out, smile so wide you can’t help but wonder if it hurts. They all talk over each other, but Eddie just seems to watch over in pride. You take a step back into the shadows, hoping your bright multicolored windbreaker doesn’t give you away. 

“Hey!” Is that… Steve Harrington? “You guys were supposed to be done an hour ago.”

“The campaign ends when it ends, Steve!” One of them retorts back. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t have all night Henderson. Let’s go!” 

All three freshmen rush to Steve’s BMW and scramble inside. He and Eddie share a nod before he gets in and peels out of the lot, and you can still hear all of them shouting in excitement. The other three seniors exchange goodbyes before parting ways, but Eddie sticks behind. Neither of you move until all the cars are gone except for his van and yours. Why the fuck hasn’t he moved? 

“Is it just you?” Eddie finally speaks, turning toward your piss poor excuse of a hiding spot. “Or is the rest of the team waiting somewhere?”

“I’m- I’m alone.” It scares you once you realize you’re the only two on the property. Probably the only two within a few miles at this point. “Look, I’m really sorry about them. Christina especially. I don’t know when she got so…”

“Bitchy?”

That makes you breathe out a laugh, not realizing you were holding your breath. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he shifts his weight to his other leg, observing you and the whole situation. 

“Do you want to sit by the pool and talk?” It’s starting to feel pretty creepy outside, and the cold night wasn’t helping your wet hair.

“I thought it was locked after hours.” 

You hold up the bronze key, but offer up an explanation anyway. “My uncle is actually the coach. He got me into swimming competitively in the first place. Technically I’m not allowed to bring friends in but…”

“Good thing I’m not really a friend.” He walks past you and you’re a bit frozen in place, not believing he accepted. 

You’re nervous as you unlock the door once more and wave him inside like he would but you give an awkward curtsy. As he’s turning in a small circle to take in how the water reflects off the walls and ceiling, you slip off your shoes and roll up your jeans as far as you can go. He begins to do the same when he sees you sticking your feet in the water. 

“Jesus Chri-! That’s cold!” His voice bounces off the walls, and your laughter follows. 

“Well, yeah, most pools are.” You tuck your hands underneath your thighs and move your right leg around in small circles, disrupting the water. “Didn’t see you at the game.” 

“That kind of stuff is bullshit. Forced conformity.” Before he goes on a rant, he looks at the sly smile on your face, as if you were going to enjoy this topic of conversation. But he knew you’d react either of two ways if he kept on. Confused, or freaked out. So he leans back on his palms and tries to act casual. “And if I’m guessing right, you weren’t there either.”

“Didn’t feel like it.” You give a halfhearted shrug. “Christina really… what she said about your parents— I just don’t see her the same anymore. I don’t know how it happened, but she just got so mean, and everyone’s too scared to say anything because she's the captain. Sorry, I’m- ranting.”

“Christina wasn’t far off.” 

The admission bounces around as you look at him.

“Eddie…”

“It was forever ago.” He kicks the water, causing a small splash. “Aren’t you co-captain anyway?”

“Yeah? So?” You didn’t think he would know that, and it makes you feel all mushy inside that he knows something so simple about you. 

“So don’t you have us much say as her?”

“With her tyrannical rule? No way.” 

“No shame in running, but sometimes you gotta be the hero.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “I’m sure getting to Mordor would be easier than standing up to Christina.” 

“You’ve read…?”

“No.” That’s a half lie. “Well, sorta. I haven’t gotten very far. I don’t know if it’s my thing, but you talk about it so much, I wanted to check out all the hype.”

Eddie looks taken aback, mouth hung open. 

“Is that what dungeons and dragons is?” You ask curiously, which seems to take him back even more. “I mean everybody says it’s bad, but it’s just nerd shit, right? Sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“It is nerd shit.” He straightens his back at the new topic of conversation. “All it is, is tabletop fantasy role play. Doesn’t have to be like Lord of the Rings. You could have a whole western fantasy campaign. Maybe even in space.” He’s ranting, and god does he know it, but you lean in instead of awkwardly looking away like everyone else does.

“Campaign…?” 

“Well, it’s…” Eddie thinks for a moment before explaining in the most simple of terms how a campaign works. You nod along, enthralled by every detail, even when he derails and starts rambling about character class and stats. He rambles on about their current campaign to help explain better, and he uses silly voices and moves animatedly. You laugh, but not at him. He continues to tease, loving your laugh and that you aren’t making fun of him. His arms flail a bit and he gives a few teasing nudges, but in his excitement he forgets his strength. 

“Wait, Eddie-!” You fall in the water, grabbing on to him in an attempt to stop, but end up pulling him down with you. The both of you come up spluttering, but you end up laughing at the mop of hair on his head. 

“Shit,” he laughs nervously. “It’s deep.”

“Wait. Can you swim?”

“Well, I’m no athlete, but yeah. I can swim.” 

“Well…” you swim forward, a sly smile creeping its way onto your face. “Might as well, right? We’re already in here. You’ll want your jacket off, though. It’s gonna be too much dead weight.”

“Right, I’ll uh…”

“Here, I’ll keep us afloat while you get it off.” 

Before he can understand what’s happening, you wrap your arms around his waist, your face entirely too close to his. With what little space you have, you can see freckles splashing across his face, and you chew on the inside of your cheek to keep your composure. He avoids eye contact as he struggles out of the leather, the tip of his tongue making a surprise appearance, before tossing the jacket aside and it lands with a loud wet slap. 

“Cool. Now good luck catching me!” You splash him a little harsher than you had intended, but you make a dash to escape.

“You’re gonna regret that!” 

You’re a lot better at swimming than he is, almost too fast to be caught, but you slow down after awhile on purpose. As his hand wraps around your ankle, making you squeal, you tell yourself you did it to not wear him out and frustrate him. That you didn’t want to anger him, as he’s pulling you into him and dunking both of you under water. You struggle against his arms, but he’s strong. You can feel the unexpected muscle against your hands, but he lets you go too soon and you both come up gasping for air. 

“Told ya.” water sprays a bit from his mouth as his chest heaves. 

“You cheated.” 

“I never cheat, sweetheart.” He wades toward you slowly, dropping down just until his mouth sinks into the water. 

“Eddie Munson, don’t you dare,” you warn but your tone is too light. “You dunk me again, I’ll- I’ll make sure you smell like chlorine for a week.” 

He doesn’t listen, and you swim backward until your back crashes into the tiled wall. The cold sends a shiver down your spine. Definitely not the way Eddie comes back up, water dripping from his chin and his arms blocking you in on either side of you. His eyes drop to your lips and you find yourself breathing heavily for a completely different reason, your chest brushing against his with every inhale. Neither of you make a move, just admiring every detail you can while breathing each other's air. Just when you think he might, a loud bang comes from one of the locker rooms, making you both jump and look around frantically. You find yourself gripping one of his forearms tightly in shock. 

“We should- we should probably get out.” No one else had access to the pool except your uncle, but you doubted he would come by at midnight. He trusted you to not fool around, and you really hadn’t let him down until now. “I swear the locker rooms are haunted.” 

Still, you don’t move until he does, and swim to the nearest ladder to get out. The only sound is the water from your clothes dripping on the floor, and suddenly you feel exhausted. Your clothes feel heavy as they cling to your skin. Without discussing it, you both start peeling your clothes off, slightly turned away to give each other privacy. As you’re wringing out your shirt, you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Eddie, and catch the way his shoulder blades move while he does the same. His eyes catch yours and you smile sheepishly before turning back around. You’re both down to your underwear, unsure of how to proceed. 

“We should shower. Alone I mean. You can go to the boys’. There’s towels.” You speed walk away, too self conscious to hang around too long. 

“Wait!” He follows you quickly, careful not to slip. “You’re just gonna drop the fact that the locker rooms are haunted and then leave me alone to fend for myself?”

Your footsteps slow, and you let out a small huff because you know you know you’ll feel guilty until the end of time if you do that to him. 

“There’s going to be rules, Munson.”

“Oh, of course.” He agrees quietly.

“We go in at the same time and undress fully in our own shower. You’re not to come out until I have, and even then, you’re not to look anywhere but your own shower. When I say it’s okay, you can leave, got it?”

“I think you forgot the part about the towels.”

“Do not make me regret this.” 

You’ve never been so self conscious showering until now. Even with a zero percent chance of Eddie seeing you naked, you worry, but you also think about the fact that he’s in the same exact state you’re in right now. That somehow makes the whole thing feel way too intimate, and you can’t believe the first time you got to hang out with your -possible- crush, you both end up naked. If that basic, no detailed rumor got out, you’d surely die of embarrassment. Turning around, you place your face underneath the stream of water, trying so hard to not think about the small glimpse of his torso that you got. The dark patch of hair sneaking underneath his boxers that clung to his thighs from the water. 

“So, are you from Hawkins?” His voice brings you out of your wandering thoughts. You quickly turn the knob from hot to cold in hopes that it keeps you calm.

“My parents are.” Looking down, you watch the water swirl around at your feet. “My grandmother got sick and my uncle couldn’t take care of her by himself. So, we packed up and moved back here, but I can tell my parents are happy to be back home. It’s less demanding than the city.”

“The uncle being coach thing makes a lot more sense now.”

“Not a lot of people know actually.” You turn the water off completely, and wrap your arms around your torso self consciously. “I’m getting out now.”

It isn’t the easiest topic of conversation, but when she had first gotten sick two years ago, your mother went to stay with her for the three months she had been told she would live. When it was clear she was going to hang on longer than expected, they decided it would just be better to move permanently and the old lady was still sticking around. Despite being so sick, you liked hanging out with her most afternoons. Even if she forgot who you were.

You carefully walk out of the shower, towel wrapped around yourself tightly, and as you pass by the stall that Eddie is in, you catch a glimpse in the crack between the curtain and wall. All you manage to catch is the back of his head, arms extended upward to wash out whatever shampoo you’d let him borrow. He begins to turn and you look away with your cheeks burning. You attempt to dry your hair underneath one of the hand dryers, and it isn't long when Eddie comes out, damp boxers back on and using the towel you gave him to rub his hair dry. He pauses seeing you kneeled down, holding the towel to your chest so that nothing gets exposed and he realizes he forgot to wait for your okay, but you don’t seem to mind as you give a soft smile. 

“I’ll grab our clothes.” He says when the dryer finally turns off and leaves you to get somewhat decent. 

He’s suddenly so quiet as he hands over your clothes, no witty comment or joke as the two of you get dressed. All there is between you are stolen glances and nervous smiles. Once fully clothed again, you walk beside him, feeling a little stiff. Not from how your cold clothes stick to you, but from nerves. The soft lights from the pool make his face glow, and your stomach drops in the best way possible. He gets the door for you, and waits with his hands stuffed in his jacket as you lock up. The grass crunches underneath your footsteps, dry from the temperature and lack of rain. Neither of you speak, until you hit the parking lot, cars too far from each other to continue walking together.

“Were they right?” You ask before he gets a chance to escape, arms anxiously crossed over your chest. “My friends. ‘Cause if they were… I think I have one too.”

“Have what?”

Shit. You were too vague.

“A crush, dummy.” 

Realization dawns on his face as he absorbs your confession. He can’t believe it, and the worst smallest part of him thinks you’ve done this whole thing as a joke, and someone is going to pop out with a camera to capture how big of an idiot he’s been. All that happens is you chew on your bottom lip, anxiously waiting for an answer, and he's leaving your heart out in the open for too long. 

“Yes, yeah, they were right.” He watches how you smile and takes a mental image to last forever. “I’m not really quiet about anything.” 

“I just never expected…” you shake your head and look at your feet. “You. You’ve just so suddenly become this big thing in my life.” 

Eddie barely has to take a step to be close enough to take your face in his hands and lift your head up to pull you into a searing kiss. It’s so unexpected that you laugh in surprise against his lips, but he smiles at the sound. When you’ve settled down, you move your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, eager to feel his heartbeat slow to match the rhythm of your own. He kisses you so sweetly, you really do think he’s a gentleman. A quick slip of his tongue doesn’t change your mind either.

“If you don’t stop me,” he gets out between kisses. “We’ll be here all night sweetheart.”

“I like that idea,” you tease as his lips move along your jawline, and down your neck. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you focus on every feeling.

Eddie pulls back, showing some self restraint and you almost whine at the loss of contact.

“You’re gonna get a cold if you stay out here.”

“So will you!”

“I’m going to walk you to your car, and you’re going to go home and get all snuggled in bed, okay?” He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, the ghost of a smile ever present.

“Fine.”

Eddie takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and walks the short distance to your car. You make no move to enter, back pressed against the driver side door, and grab him by his jacket. He braces himself with one arm, looking down at you, his other hand stroking your cheek with the back of his pointer finger. The featherlight touch makes you shiver, and you find yourself getting lost in his almost pitch black eyes. Those eyes that are so beautiful and full of lashes, that a cow would be jealous. You pull him in for another kiss, arms wrapping underneath his jacket and around his small waist. He groans into your mouth, not wanting to leave if you were going to kiss him slowly like that.

“I’m personally thanking Christina on Monday.” He gives your knuckles a quick kiss before taking a few steps backwards, not wanting to look away, and turning for his own vehicle.

Christina’s head almost explodes when he does exactly that and plants a kiss on your lips in the cafeteria, but you just act innocent when you take his outstretched hand and move to sit with him at his table. It felt good, and it felt even better when you give her the finger when she wouldn’t stop staring.

[bettysupremacy]

hi love ! could you write a fluff!rafe where the reader is a workaholic and ends up getting a cold and rafe takes care of her? 💌🍄

my boyfriend!!!!!!!

“I need to go in today.”

You gaze at Rafe, who returns your stare. It feels futile, yet you persist. You try to sit up, pulling the covers off your legs, but retreat under them when the overhead fan reaches. A dull ache permeates your body. The cold seeps into you, but the blanket is suffocating. Your body feels warm, but the air is biting.

You concede. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah.” Rafe moves to help you gently, he’s fixing the blanket.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously,” Rafe warns suddenly. “I’m gonna make you cut your shifts down.”

“But-“

“No, this is a ‘I want to pass the time’ job, and you’re treating it like you’re employee of the month.” He’s annoyed, with you surely. “Shit, are you employee of the month?”

You frown, ignoring his question. He’s right. Though, he usually is. He already provides for you through the big money of the company his father passed down, you just don’t wanna be bored. You don’t want to contribute nothing, and you’re treating it like there’s rent to pay and mouths to feed. Well, there is, but not in the demand you

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffs. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I know.”

He helps you sit, moving the pillows behind you. Your chest feels fuzzy and so do your eyes. Dully, your nausea makes you cough.

“I’m nauseous.” You tell him.

“Jeez.” He murmurs, his eyes round and concerned. “You want zofran?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

Tears pool in your eyes as he sits up, collecting at your eyelashes as you try to blink them away. You bring your hand to swipe at them, sniffling. Rafe’s brain lags.

“What?” He asks, kneeling down again, hands in desperate search of your face. “Baby, what?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You cry.

“Why?” His rough hands swipe at your tears gently. “Everyone gets sick.”

You turn away from him,

“If this is about me being upset earlier, I swear it wasn’t at you.” He stresses. “I-I had a bad day, and seeing you’ve succumbed to illness makes me sad.”

You giggle wetly. “Succumbed to illness.”

He beams proudly. “I knew that would get a laugh.”

You smile up at him, fever working through your veins slowly. You shake again miserably, working yourself up into a fit of fat tears. They roll down the hills of your cheek heavily, pooling under your chin. You blink out three at once and Rafe nearly has a conniption. Why are you crying?

“It’s not.”

He works his hand over your hair, gently, but not cautiously. “Then what?” He pleads. “Help me understand.”

“I just love you.”

“You’re crying because you love me?”

“I don’t feel good.” You correct.

“You don’t feel good?”

“And I love you,” You admit. “but you’re here,” You moan. “seeing me like this, and you’re so pretty.”

He laughs, quickly recovering to a sympathetic face when you frown at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes, lips near your ear. “Sometimes I look at you and I want to cry.”

“But you never do.” You wallow.

“Have you ever seen me cry?”

“Once.”

“Forget that.” He grimaces. “The point is, you’re stressed and sick.”

“I don’t see the point.” You murmur.

“You’re vulnerable right now, to your.. feelings. If I were sick, and stressed, and I saw you, I think I might cry too.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Did the people cry when the angels came down in the Bible?”

“Did the angels.. come down?” You ask. “I’ve never read it.”

“I’m not sure.”

You laugh. “Maybe we should ask Scar.”

“Scar?”

“She’s smart.”

“I think she’s Jewish.”

“So?”

“Different book, my love.”

“Duh, I’m not that sick.” You laugh. It drips with sticky sticky cough syrup. “But still, she’s smart, maybe she’ll know.”

Rafe sighs lovingly. “Maybe. We got off track.”

“We always do.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re feeling better.”

“Get on track.”

“I don’t remember the point I was making with angels.”

You laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re useless.”

“Abominable girl.” He chastises, sitting up anyways.

“Go get me medicine.” You’re smiling. “Useless, useless doctor.”

[moonsaver]

Hi! It’s @pix3lplays! (On anon because I have another account and I can’t switch which account I’m asking from haha)

I wanted to say thanks for being so nice when I responded to your comment on one of my posts~I really appreciated what you said hehe, definitely made me feel bit more confident and inspired me to keep writing :)

So I thought I’d throw an ask out since requests are open~

If you’re not interested no problem but I’ve thought about it a little and I thought maybe you’d have some thoughts.

Yandere!Sunday when his darling somehow gets seriously hurt, how do you think he’d feel, what would he do?

Personally I think he’s a complete control freak already when it comes to reader, so it just gets WORSE…ANYWAYS I wanna hear YOUR thoughts if you’re interested in the prompt hehe~ also if you’ve already talked about this oops I must’ve missed it, sorry in advance-

But yeah thanks so much, it was really cool to talk to you, take care of yourself, please!!

Hello Pixel! Thank you for sending in this ask, you're very sweet haha <3 i like your writing and im glad i helped you become more confident in it. Also,same issue here, i cant send asks from this account specifically, so i use anon or just use my personal blog to send asks.

Anyways, onto the request,

Ooh, my Yan!Sunday brain is ticking.. he really is an absolute control freak, and is a bit of a mess when he sees you seriously injured. A miscalculation, ignorance, negligence, or perhaps just.. an oversight from his part? Whatever the reason is, he's in high-drive now, and absolutely stressed about it. He only has a worried and distant look on his face, and at this stage he's prone to easily snapping at anyone, but his mind would be on a completely different level of stress. How dare they? How dare anyone lay a filthy inch of a finger on you? To stain you with their sins, and to breach your skin in such a grotesque manner.. he's absolutely enraged.

He insists on tending to you himself personally, unless it's so serious paramedics have to be involved. Stays by your side until he cant, sitting on the egde of the bed, body turned halfway to face you, fingers ghosting the edge of your face with tenderness.

However, this tenderness is only limited to your recovery period.

After you wake up or recover a bit, practically any freedom you would have had is gone. Completely.

Scolds you, borderline yells at you, holds you still with a deathly tight grip on your arms, forcing you to look into his eyes. This happened because you left. This happened because you were out of his watch. This all happened because of your freedom. Don't you dare even bother mentioning going out anywhere. You will be surveillanced almost all the time. He spends a suffocating amount of time next to you, harshly spitting back whenever you try to protest or reason with him. His words aren't gentle at all, and you're getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should just look over you himself, force you into a borderline coma in the dream fluid, and deal swiftly with the perpetrators.

Robin catches wind of this at some point.. she tells you that he's just worried, and there's a lot of people that don't quite hold The Family in high regards. Just.. its okay. Let him do this.

Let him pick out your clothes, brush your hair, check your healing wounds, gently ebb the water over them as you bathe, and kiss the skin of your shoulder when both of you stay silent after another argument.

If you still continue arguing.. he doesn't have a choice. He slumps a bit, a hand coming up to massage his temple as he sighs, and tells you in a softer voice that he's terrified. The worst thing that could happen did happen. He almost lost you. Can't you just go with it and let him be assured? You're dragging it out much more than it needs to be. He's spent many sleepless nights, ideas of dreamscapes turning into nightmares as the image of your hurt face flashes in his mind. Just cooperate, for Aeons' sake.

And no one speaks after that. He emotionally blackmails and manipulates you as a sort of final resort. Surely, you'd understand. It's not like it's far from the truth anyway. He is scared. But more than that, he's enraged this happened in the first place.

Adding on more to it,

Once things calm down.. in a twisted sort of way, he realizes just how perfectly he can get you under his complete control from these events. He may even not so subtly orchestrate similar events to scare you, to keep you in check, forcing you to rely on him completely, as he swoops in at the right time, acting as some kind of a "savior". Its a sick mindset, and he's not ashamed of it. Oh dear, you were just so pleasantly compliant after that event. And it just solidifies his statement that you shouldn't be going outside anymore, or be constantly accompanied by the Bloodhound Family guards, after only a few incidents of various threat levels.

In the end, it's a cycle that repeats up until you finally give in and let him take any and all freedom you have. He sets down your hairbrush with a gentle 'clack', kisses the crown of your head, and tells you it's alright. He will take such good care of you. Just listen to him. Listen to his every word. He has your best intentions in mind. Don't think about anything, anyone. You're a smart girl, surely you understand?

[neoarchipelago]

And they were roommates part 2

A/N: well well well... If it isn't the latest manic episode from my brain. Anyways enjoy...

TW: none..? Angst, cuz bwahahah I'm mean.

here's part one

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You sat hugging tightly your fluffy pillow against your chest. The living room was plunged into darkness, the tv being the only thing shining through the room. It was a little after midnight, and you were completely alone. Ghost had warned you that he'd be home late so you wouldn't make dinner for him. You still did though.

First you had wanted to go sleep or maybe play a bit on your consoles but you were quickly bored. You weren't exactly waiting for him… no. You just… wanted to make sure he had eaten. Yes. That was it. 

So here you were. Sitting on the couch, in front of a horror movie. Not the best idea, but nothing was interesting enough at this hour. 

You had mixed feelings about horror movies. But one thing was for sure. Right now, you hated them. Your morbid curiosity made you unable to change channels though. 

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You watched as the woman was hiding. You felt your skin crawl at the idea. Perhaps was it even exciting? No. You brushed that thought away. The silence from the movie and the house was almost suffocating. Time seemed to stretch, the seconds feeling like minutes. 

Something in the corner of your eyes caught your attention. Just as the movie's music suddenly rang to break the suspense you glance to your left, the tall silhouette standing next to the couch clearly visible.

The scream escaping your lips was expected. The pillow thrown? Maybe not so much. 

The silhouette launched itself on top of you, a strong body keeping you from escaping as a gloved hand draped over your mouth, keeping you from screaming. 

"Sparrow!" 

You stopped squirming at the voice. Your racing heart and quickened breath was the only thing heard. The tv remote had fallen and muted the film when you had started fighting the intruder. But there was no intruder. 

"It's me. Breathe." He said in a soothing voice. 

Tears burned your eyes. As he lifted his hand from your mouth, a whine escaped your lips. 

"Ghost…" you whispered.

"Yes.. I'm sorry. I.. I didn't mean to scare you." He tried, his voice still low. 

The situation was now clearer. His body trapped yours as you both laid on the couch. Your hands were fisted in his hoodie, hanging on for dear life. He was wearing a simple balaclava with a skull print, he sometimes wore it around the house. His eyes had a mixture of concern and determination.

"Sparrow." He called, trying to keep your focus on him. 

"I would never hurt you." His voice sounded calm. Normal. Thinking that you could hear a little fear in it was just your imagination. What could he be scared of? That you wouldn't believe him? That you'd actually be scared of… no. 

"I know" you threw back at him. For some reason, even though it had only been a little over a month since you shared the appartement, you were absolutely sure without a single doubt that he wouldn't hurt you. 

He softly sat back, making you let go of his hoodie. He pulled you up with him, making you sit next to him. 

You took a deep breath. 

"Are you ok?" He asked. 

"Yeah… I hate horror movies." 

"Why are you watching one then?" 

"Because I'm obviously an idiot who loves to wake up the whole base by screaming bloody murder at 1 am." 

He chuckled. 

He chuckled. He rarely did. Had you even heard him chuckle before? 

He eyed you. 

"I didn't know what time you'd be home. You surprised me." You said matter of factly.

"Yes. I think the whole base figured that out." He teased. 

You rolled your eyes at him. You glanced back to notice him staring at you. 

"What..?" 

No answer.

"Ghost? You really do have a staring problem, you know you-"

His gloved hand rose to your face, his thumb softly brushing a tear that had rolled down your cheek. You didn't even feel it fall. You blinked. He didn't let anything show but somehow, just a little bit, you could feel he felt guilty.

"I'm a crybaby… sorry" you joked. Trying to lighten the mood. 

"Next time I'll call the base, I'll know when to expect you" you laughed. 

He still didn't react. He simply glanced down at the coffee table. He grabbed something from it. 

"Unlock it." He ordered. God was he bossy sometimes.

You looked down at your phone in his hand. You frowned but did as he asked. You watched him type something before handing it back to you. You looked at the screen, reading the contact infos on it. 

Lieutenant Ghost Riley. 

Riley… your heart jumped in your chest. Riley. He was giving you his last name. 

"Call me next time. Or text me. If I don't text you." he said. 

You looked up at him, smiling softly. 

"Yes lieutenant." 

He cleared his throat.

"By the way. A pillow is not a good weapon. Next time throw the popcorn bowl at least." 

Your cheeks turned to a light shade of red, remembering your reflex as you were scared. 

"Sorry.." 

__

"Please ! I'm really bored!" You whined following the masked man. He sighed. 

"Sparrow. Stop." He warned. 

You groaned exaggeratedly. It had been a week after he made you scream at the top of your lungs at 1 am. You had received a little visit from two soldiers, no less than 20 minutes later, ready to berate you for waking up the apartment complex. Fortunately for you, they quickly retracted once the lieutenant had shown up behind you, admitting it was his fault. They both apologized, looking shocked, immediately recognizing him by his mask. Funny. Wonder what they were thinking, I mean, he did make you scream. 

"I promise, it'll be great. I'll show you how to do it… we can have some fun!" You tried, batting your lashes at him.

He glanced at you. His eyes showed annoyance yet no anger. 

"If I accept, are you going to stop whining?" He asked. 

You nodded frantically. 

You had noticed his slight behavior change since the movie night. He was a little more gentle. A little more… clingy? He spent a bit more time around you, even if no words were exchanged. Sometimes he'd even do push-ups in the living room while you read a book.

He groaned. You smiled widely. You won! He accepted it! No… you were not using this new change of behavior to befriend him at all. Who would think that?

You jumped on the couch, patting the space next to you. He walked around it and sat next to you. Grabbing the vibrating object on the coffee table he gazed at you darkly. 

"You're gonna owe me for this." 

You bit your lip.  Turning to the tv you started to explain the controls of the game. 

Yes. He accepted. He was playing Mario kart with you. You kept jumping in place. 

After a good 40 minutes, ghost leaned forward. You had lost your gigglyness. You both were fighting for first place. You didn't even notice how serious ghost had gotten about this game. It didn't even hit you that he was actually enjoying himself. 

"Fuckin hell…" he cursed. 

You had your bottom lip into a torturing bite. It had turned a deep reddish color from all the times your adrenaline caused you to bite it.  You were kneeling on the couch next to him, too excited to even sit still. 

Finally reaching the finish line you jumped happily. Ghost groaned, letting himself fall back into the couch. You leaned forward to him on all fours. He stared at your frame, eyes resting on your lips. 

"I win lieutenant! You're gonna have to be better than that…" you teased a smirk on said lips. 

Silence fell for a second. You saw the gaze he had on your lips. Did you hurt yourself? You let your tongue pass on it, not tasting any blood on it. The move made him frown. 

"Ghost..?" You asked, unsure if he was mad. 

He glanced up. His gaze had darkened and it sent a delicious shiver down your spine. But as quickly as you noticed it, it was gone. Perhaps you had imagined it.

"Revenge?" He asked. 

You smiled. Shaking the thought off your mind.

"You bet!"

___

You stared at the screen in front of you. You wanted to finish the stupid report on your latest task. Unfortunately your mind kept running over the latest events. 

Things had remained pretty friendly with Ghost. The teasing, the gaming and sharing food. But for the past week something had changed. 

You clung to the blanket covering your shoulders as you sat on the couch. The file opened on your lap. The cold had settled slowly, December finally rolling in. You wondered if it would snow this year. 

Ghost had been distant. Cold. You tried not to take it personally because he probably had his own problems. But he hadn't eaten dinner with you for the past two days. He had brought breakfast and left for base without even sitting next to you. 

You were worried… deep down, you were hurt. You missed the small bits of attention, his presence… you missed him. You sighed. Trying to focus back on the report. 

A soft knock on the door made you frown, looking up. You sat there for a few seconds before another knock was heard. Dropping the file on the coffee table, you walked up to the door, unlocking it and opening it. 

A man stood there, clearly a soldier from the base. His beard and funny hat made you smile. 

"Oh… hi, I think I got the wrong apartment…" he said with the most adorable smile you saw on a man.

"Hi, who are you looking for? Maybe I can help." You answered. 

"Hmm, I'm looking for Lieutenant Riley." 

You nodded. 

"You are in the right place actually. But he's not home at the moment." 

The man stared at you for a moment. 

"You… you are the roommate?" 

You chuckled. 

"You make it sound like I'm the Boogeyman… yes, I am the roommate." You smiled. 

He chuckled. 

"Well. It's a surprise and a pleasure to meet you. I'm captain John price" He presented his hand to you. 

You extended yours to shake it. 

"I'm… hum… sparrow…" you answered awkwardly with a sorry look. 

He nodded, understanding the situation. 

"Would you like to come in? He should be home soon." You invited. 

"Oh, thank you, unfortunately I have somewhere else to be. He asked me to drop this file." 

You looked down at the file, a big red 'confidential' stamped on it. 

"Could you give it to him when he gets home? " 

"Sure! No problem." You smiled, grabbing the file he was giving you. 

"But… I have to ask. Don't open it. I trust that you'll do what's best. " He eyed you maliciously, without any hint of threat or negativity. 

"Yes sir." You smiled. 

He nodded one last time before bidding his goodbye. 

Stepping back inside, you closed the door behind you. You slightly jumped as your phone rang. You cursed internally, this day was just stretching itself to no end. 

Half an hour later you were dressed and ready to go to the base. There was an immediate need for your presence because of a potential security breach. You had dressed quickly, grabbing laptop, tablets and other electronics that might help you. Running around the living room, desperately trying to hurry up without forgetting anything. Throwing your coat on the counter, the sound of paper falling to the ground made you halt. 

"God I hate this fucking report!" 

Spinning around and dropping to the floor you started grabbing each sheet of paper, desperately trying to make them slip back into the file. 

Suddenly you froze. The big red confidential staring at you. Oh no… no no no… 

It wasn't your file. It wasn't your damn report. 

"Fuck…" 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" 

You jumped, eyes flashing with shock as you noticed ghost standing at the entrance of the hallway. 

"I-its not what you think! I made it fall! I swear I-"

"Shut up!" 

You froze. The sting of the anger in his voice hurt a lot more than you expected. 

He rushed to the ground next to you, grabbing every piece of paper, snatching the ones in your hand before standing up. 

"Wait ! Please I-" you tried. 

"I told you to shut up." He barked. 

"Just let me explain!" You insisted.

"Explain what?!"

"I wouldn't do that to you ghost! We're …" you looked up at him from the ground, pleading eyes. 

"What? Friends? You think we're friends?" 

You bit your lip. 

"We're not. Fucking wake up. And stay away from my shit." He snapped. 

You sat there in shock as he walked past you. The sound of his bedroom slamming marking the start of the waterfalls. The silent tears burnt your cheeks. 

Your phone rang once again, reminding you of your little emergency. You stood up in a hurry, grabbing all your things, slamming the front door on your way out. 

You glanced at your watch. 2 am. You had been programming and coding for the past 6 hours, with very little breaks. You were exhausted. But the security breach had been fully secured and you had found a few clues on what or who was behind it. 

It was time to head back home and let the rest of the team work on it. 

Somehow you were anxious. You hoped he was asleep. That you could get in without facing him. You wanted to apologize again. You were mixed between fury and pain. 

If you were honest you had been getting attached to him… you were enjoying spending time with him… how could you possibly think that he… would feel the same. 

You bit your lip once more, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

Turning the key in the lock you stepped inside the quiet house. Not a sound or a light. You sighed. Walking in the living room, flipping the switch, you looked around the now bright room. Everything was as you left it. Had he dinned? 

You stepped in further into the room, dropping your coat on the couch. You let the silence drown you. Your eyes felt heavy. 

You walked toward the fridge to grab a glass of water, noticing the file on the counter. 

No red letters on top, and no report. It was a different file. This time you purposely opened it. 

"Mission informations… south.. america?" 

You blinked. He was gone. He went on a mission. He had left. Without a word. Or a text. 

The first tears felt bitter. Rage first. And then sadness. He didn't care… he never did… 

Worry settled in now… what if he never came back? No. No! 

You sat on the stool, now fully crying. He was gone. Eyes glancing at the little wrapped gift next to your bag.

"Riley you stupid idiot…" 

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[m3r1m4r5u333]

I feel like many people misunderstand us, the unhinged, insufferable people with OTPs so. Here's a quick guide into the mind of an rabid buddie shipper.

I'm not clinging to buddie because I fail to see how awesome Buck's bi growth is. I AM BI!!! You think I don't get how awesome this bi character, this story arc, this bi representation is? Get out. Don't tell me, a bisexual how I should watch and experience a bisexual character. I drive my own brain, thanks.

And I know that it's possible to multi-ship. You don't need to tell me that!!

People need to understand that multi-shipping isn't some grand, epic personality trait that always comes with maturity, that the people who don't multiship are just wee dumb babies.

I may sound like I'm 14. I am not. I am very much not. I'm OLD. So old. And guess what that means? I know myself!!! That's maturity, too. And who I am... Is someone who falls hard, and obsessively.

I know I am just not built to be a multi-shipper. I have tried, sometimes. I have tried so hard. And realised, that's just not me. Multi-shipping is never as fun, and interesting or rewarding to me as focusing on my One True Pair. It just makes me feel suffocated, to attempt to like something I don't really find much joy in.

That doesn't mean that I hate the actors or characters who are "getting in the way" of my ship. Nope. I actually often adore the characters and actors, and the writing. I can also see and appreciate what some other character means for my OTP's growth.

Like in this case... Lou, playing Tommy? Not only do I love his acting choices (so funny, so skilled) but he also, he sounds like a lovely guy. I'm a fan!! Also, damn he's fine, I need a bucket for my drool.

And Tommy, the character...? I think the character is interesting - and don't get me started on "problematic", the shaming is futile. I am all in for fucked up, problematic characters. If you don't get why, you should really read some literary classics. Fucked up, problematic characters are art, they make you think, they broaden world-views. My best educators have been the monsters, and I will take this stand to my grave.

Demand for "unproblematic" is demand for censure, and censure is just another form of oppression. Want characters without flaws? Go watch Teletubbies. Ffs, even moomins have flaws. (Of course they do, Tove Jansson was a freaking amazing writer.)

Anyway. The point here is.

I am a mono-shipper. And I love slowburns, I love the romance of them, I get attached to ships. And I'm queer.

But where are the queer slowburns? I have been waiting for a slow-burn queer romance for so long. I CRAVE IT. Getting that, truly, would be queer history, a revolution.

And I see the potential for it in buddie!! The spark, the history, the journey. It has the potential to be the greatest queer slow-burn I've ever experienced.

You think I'd just abandon a ship like that, a slowburn like that, for some fast food, cooked up in what... Two episodes? Pffft. I invest. I am waiting for my roast to cook.

So yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I will watch, and let my freak flag fly, and I will have the time of my life. If buddie never becomes canon? Well so what. I can deal. It's not my first rodeo. Disappointment isn't actually deathly, you know. Trying to avoid disappointment kills hope, and enthusiasm. So yeah, I refuse to manage my expectations. I'm all in, and enjoying this mad ride.

"Well, I'd still take you."

"You think so?"

"I KNOW."

[14thcommander]

moment's silence || hange zoe x reader

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY. oral, dirty talk, age gap (8 years), reader is a baby gay, nb! hange, afab! reader. based on this post.

“Can I eat you out?”

The words escape from your mouth before you can stop them. Hange pauses the movie currently playing on the television before you – Jaws 2 would have to wait. It’s not like they were particularly invested in the narrative, anyway.

Hange was fine with this night going down a soft and romantic route, just cuddling on their sofa would be fine. Although this new path seems unexpected, they can’t hide the excitement in their eyes. They finally turn to look at you, eyes big and doe-like under the soft blue halo coming from the screen. They like you like this, soft and spontaneous. Youthful. The eight year gap that attempts to separate the two of you surely kicks in, sometimes. 

“Uh, sure. Why so out of the blue, though?” They ask, as a soft chuckle leaves their mouth. A soft hand finds its way towards your face, softly caressing your cheek. You shiver under the coldness of the silver rings wrapped around Hange’s thin fingers, and they pretend not to notice. 

“Um, I don’t know.” You giggle nervously under their gaze, aiming your stare towards the paused movie. There’s nothing special about thai night – except for the fact Hange is wearing a suit. The occasion called for it, apparently: a few hours earlier, you visited a new art gallery downtown.

After a beat or two of silence, you speak again: 

“I just really want to taste you.”

Your confession almost makes Hange moan out loud, which causes their teeth to sink on their bottom lip – not in a “I’m trying to seduce you” type of way, but in a “I have no words for this, and I don’t want to let my body react for me” way. 

Zoe is a few years older than you, much more experienced – in a few different ways. They’ve had their fair share of sleeping with beautiful women in their life… you, not so much. You were not a virgin when you met Hange, you just hadn’t realized until that point that your romantic and sexual interest went way far than just sleeping with men – and pretending to like it, most of the time. 

It’s been a couple of months since then: you’re taking things slow – or trying to. Hange wants to do this right, for you. They don’t want to scare you away, or overwhelm you. It does take a lot of self control when you pull shit like this, though. 

“So?” You ask, feeling your heart in your throat. There’s many thoughts clogging your brain right now: what if they don’t want this, what if I’m pushing them, was I too quick, or maybe too slow, I don’t know what I’m doing–

“Of course, princess.” They whisper, coming closer to you. 

Hange’s lips are soft against yours, delicate even. Their kiss never fails to sweep you off your feet, as you feel like you’re floating. You hum against the kiss, sliding your tongue against theirs. Eventually, you leave their lips unattained in order to place open-mouthed kisses on their neck. 

You climb on their lap, spreading your legs on top of them. This feels so good, Hange thinks. I should definitely say it out loud, let her know how good she is. Your curious hands travel through their body, warm and possessive: you travel this new territory with so much desire, it’s almost suffocating. All Zoe can come up with is a weak…

“Fuck” They whisper once you climb down from them, knees hitting the carpet beneath you. 

Shortly before opening their pants, you move the fabric of your dress down, so your tits are freed from its confinement. Is this the right move, though? Guys usually seemed to like it… I hope they don’t notice I have no idea what I’m doing, you think . 

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking up at them with darkened eyelashes. Hange can’t stop thinking about how they want to melt your makeup away, make a mess of you. Eventually, they think. Not tonight. 

“Yeah,” They reply, voice sounding hoarser than they intended “Go ‘head.”

With hunger dripping from your eyes, you move their pants down, along with the plain black boxer-style panties they were wearing. Meanwhile, Hange takes their blazer off and starts unbuttoning the white dress shirt they were wearing. 

“You’re so attractive.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, as you start heatedly placing kisses on Hange’s thighs. They sigh, as a pink tint starts blossoming on their cheeks. 

You mean it: Zoe has this unique appearance to them, one that just lures you in even more once you get to know them. Hange is everything you’ve ever wanted, but you still don’t have the heart to tell them that. 

Instead, what you do is place your hands on their knees, carefully spreading their legs and exposing what you’ve been dying to taste this whole night. Hange’s pussy is better than what you’ve been imagining for the past few months, better than what you’ve been picturing when playing with yourself. They’re not shaved or waxed, but they are carefully trimmed. You lick your lips in excitement when you realize how wet they are – and it’s all for you. 

You place a kiss on their clit, an experimental one. Then, another one. Looking up at them, you lick a single stripe from their entrance towards their needy clit. They taste good, so good. This is so much better than I expected, we should have done this before…

“Oh God, yeah, just like that.” They purr, voice sounding restrained and snapping you out of your thoughts, only to make you realize you’ve been making out with their clit. 

Experimentally, you suck on it, which causes Hange’s head to tall back against the sofa’s armrest. You part their lips to give you better access to their bundle of nerves, lapping at it – slowly, and then building up the speed and pressure. 

“Feels so good.” They whisper, hands gripping the back of your neck – and, for  a moment, Hange wonders if this is too much. Their worries go away as suddenly as they came when you moan against their pussy, diving even deeper between their thighs. 

Now, you’re sucking and slurping on them, nails carefully raking against the soft skin of their inner thighs, and Hange thinks – no, actually knows – this is what heaven feels like. With you, on your knees, willingly pleasuring them. They already feel addicted to you. 

Zoe looks like a mess: hair all over the place, glasses lowering on the bridge of their nose, and tanned skin sweaty. 

“Fuck, fuck.” they whine, moving their hips against your face – which seems to make you happy, given the fact you moan against their clit. “Yeah, I’m almost there, don’t stop.”

You tap on their thigh, showing you understand their request – you keep the same amount of speed and pressure, tongue moving against their now puffy clit relentlessly. 

A wave of white-hot feeling travels through Hange’s body, as their body convulses underneath your mouth. Their members go limp, relaxing underneath your touch. They cum choking on your name, letting out a final whine as you try to lick them clean. 

Hange grips your hair, removing you from in-between their legs. They pant, looking at you almost incredulously. 

“You good?” You ask, hair messy and face wet, smiling up at them. 

“Yeah. You?” They breathe, reaching for your body once again.

You nod, straddling their lap, as Hange pulls you in for a kiss. 

“Good. My turn now.”

[life-winners-liveblog]

Watching Last Life- session 8

Part 1

Scar: Oh! We are already doing it?

Scott: Yeah I tought it would be better to start this one soon.

Pearl: Oh sure mate.

Grian: I guess?

Martyn: Yeah whatever, i don't have anything better to do anyway.

~~~~~

Pearl: Oh! other me changed her clothes! ... I think I changed my outfit at around the same time back on Hermitcraft...

Martyn: ... Where did she get the clothes?

Scar: Magic!

Martyn: ...Why do I even try anymore?

~~~~~

Grian: Boogeyman time.

Martyn: And...

*suspense*

Martyn: He's the Boogeyman! Woooho!

Scott: It's really not that big of a deal...

Scar: Oh don't be like that Scott, it is very exciting indeed!

~~~~~

Grian: You know at this point it just seems very unbalanced, 5 people are already dead and 3 more are on their last life and at the same time there are still dark green names with 4+ lives.

Scott: That's not going to matter by the time we get to the finale...it really evens out in the meantime.

Grian: Ok then. Still I feel like this game had too much going on, the random lifes, the life giving, the boogey, the one enchanter... It feels unnecessary convoluted.

Scott: I guess??? Is there a point? Where is this coming from Grian?

Grian: Oh It's nothing, really, I am just wondering...

Scott: ...about?

Grian: ... stuff...

~~~~~

Grian: Actually what does being the boogeyman feel like Scott? And Martyn I guess...you had a boogeyman too you said...

Martyn: It's like being a red life. *takes a sip of water* but worse.

Pearl: Hey wait... thats my water!

Scott: It's cold and burning at the same time, it's a pressure from all the sides, it burns in your blood and your toughts are covered by light static... It's hard to think with this constant brain noise... You are trapped and your instincts are on overdrive.

Grian: uhhhhhhhhh... Scott?

Scott: It's dark and scary and suffocating, as time passes the noise becomes more intense and everything around you becomes louder and remaining in control becomes harder and more painful as time goes on...

Pearl: Scott mate... are you like...ok dude?

Scott: Oh yeah, totally! Why wouldn't I? It's been such a long time since Last Life after all.

Pearl: Ok then...

Previous session

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

I wrote this at 6am when insomnia was kicking my ass. Definitely not projecting.

Mountain stood at the kitchen window watching the sun slowly rise about the trees of the forest that surrounds the ministry. He was in a trance, the kettle he’d boiled long forgotten about and the mug in his hand remained empty. He looked down at the oven and the timer blinked 06:34 back at him. He sighs. No point in sleeping now, he had to be up a in an hour anyway to be on time for morning mass.

His insomnia had been flaring up recently, the past few weeks he’d been getting less and less sleep each night, which led to the last couple of nights where he’d been unable to sleep. Tossing turning in his bed, eyes heavy, unable to switch his brain off.

He’d given up trying to sleep tonight. His room felt too suffocating, too familiar, the endless tossing and turning had become boring.

He'd come down to the common room in hopes that a new environment would help but that was to no avail, he’d tossed and turned on the sofa as if it were his bed. It was starting to make his head hurt. Which led him to where he his now, stood in the kitchen, distracted by the sun rise in his attempts to make tea.

He’s been so distracted, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice someone had entered the room until there were two hand placed on his hips, making him jump.

“What are you doing up already?” Aether whispered to him, wrapping his arms fully around Mountain’s waist.

“Oh, I-um- I couldn’t sleep.”

Aether steps to side of him, keeping one arm around Mountain’s waist.

“Not sleeping good again?”

Mountain shakes his head looking down at the other ghoul. Aether takes in his appearance, eyes dull and bloodshot, dark circles set deep under his eyes making his skin look paler then it should be. His hair is a tangled mess, sticking up in every direction. Aether can he’s been restless all night.

“What are you doing up, anyway?” Mountain questions.

“I needed some water, couldn’t find the glass that’s usually in my room. I think Dew broke it and didn’t tell me.”

Mountain huffs a laugh. That sounds exactly like the small ghoul.

Aether takes the mug out of his hands and places it on the counter in front of both of them.

“You making tea, Sweetpea?”

“I was attempting, yeah, I got distracted.”

Aether takes a glass from the cupboard above them, fill it with water, and chugs it down in a matter of seconds.

“You still want tea? I can make it for you.”

“Yes please.”

It doesn’t take long for Aether to make the tea, picking out a blend he knows that’s Mountain’s favourite. Instead of placing on the counter like Mountain expects, Aether takes the mug in his right hand and grabs Mountain’s hand with his left, pulling him out the kitchen and in the direction of the ghouls dormitories.

Mountain makes a confused sound as Aether leads him in the direction of his own room.

“Gunna get you to sleep, sweet pea, don’t you worry about that.” Is all he says as he kicks the door open with his foot.

Mountain isn’t given a chance to respond as he’s dragged into the room.

It’s dark, not as dark as his room is though. There’s a small gap in the curtains making sunlight spill into the room. Mountain looks at Aether questionably.

“Dew likes to be able to see the moon, so I keep a little gap for him.” He explains.

Mountain nods as he looks to the nest on Aether’s bed where he sees the small ghoul, starfished in the middle. He’s snoring lightly, long hair flowing in every direction over the pillows.

“I leave for two minutes and he fully takes over.” Aether huffs a laugh as he places the mug of tea on his bedside table.

“How does someone so small mange to take up so much space, anyway?” Mountain replies, smiling.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, or that’s a sure fire way to get bit.” Aether smiles back at him.

Mountain giggles and watches as Aether nudges at Dew’s shoulder, telling him to roll over and make space.

Dew cracks his eyes open, squinting up at both of them, with a scowl on his face, but he does as he’s told and moves up, making space.

“There we go, hop in” Aether nods towards his nest.

“We have to be up in less then an hour, there’s no point in sleeping now, Aeth.”

Aether rolls his eyes.

“Just get in and stop making excuses.”

“We have morning mass, Copia-“

“Copia is currently sandwiched in between Cirrus and Cumulus, snoring his head off, and with what they did to him last night, he’s also not making to morning mass either. We can have a lie in for once.”

Aether doesn’t give the tall ghouls a chance to respond as he drags him into his nest, and situates him in between Dew and himself, back to Dew so he’s facing Aether.

Dew immediately curls and arm around Mountain, snuggling himself into his back, burying his face into the back of his neck with a small contented hum.

He’s a comforting warmth against Mountain’s back, making him melt into his embrace.

Dew rubs at Mountain’s belly, with a purr, kicking up his heat even more.

“He’s never normally this cuddly, especially on his own accord. I think I’ve heard him purr, maybe…twice? He questions.

“He can be really sweet when he wants to be.” Aether whispers. He’d be the one to know, the two are inseparable at the best of times. The only person Dew let himself be really emotionally vulnerable with was Aether.

There’s a light snore from behind Mountain, making both the ghouls giggle.

Aether pulls Mountain into him, letting him rest his head on his chest. He kicks up a purr, letting it vibrate

through his chest, in an attempt to soothe Mountain.

He runs a had through his hair, scratching along his scalp. Mountain visibly relaxes into the touch, a purr of his own vibrating through his chest.

Aether places several little kisses along Mountain’s hairline, going down his cheeks and places a kiss to his lips, making Mountain give out a little hum. As sneakily as he can he pumps his quintessence through his fingers, hoping some of it rubs off onto Mountain.

Mountain feels his eyes begin to droop.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, you know?”

“Shhh, don’t fight it. Just close your eyes and sleep.”

“Forgot about my tea.” He mumbles as he rubs his head along Aether’s chest, trying to get as much of his scent on him as possible,

Aether chuckles.

“I’ll make you some more when you wake up. I might even make you pancakes.”

“I want pancakes as well.” Says a small voice from behind them.

Aether laughs and Mountain huffs against his chest.

“I’ll make you both pancakes, but you have to go to sleep first, okay? I promise.”

“Deal.” Dew says, as he snuggles back into Mountain’s back.

Mountain can’t even respond properly, his eyes finally closing as he relaxes fully against the two ghouls.

“Whenever you can’t sleep, you come to me, okay? I’ll always help you, Mounty.” Aether whispers to him as he falls asleep.

The last thing he remembers as he drifts off is the loud , comforting, purrs of all three of them mixing together.

[joonggphilia]

❤️🤍After Party🤍❤️

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Top! Idol! Oh Seungmin x Bttm! Staff! Male reader Genre: smut cw: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of being high, hand kink, spit as lube. A/n: This fic is very much inspired by the song Kiss land by The Weeknd (highly recommend listening to it if you can read and listen at the same time) ALSO I’m manifesting all the awards for Livelock, man is the album great!

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Xdinary Heroes, a rookie group that slowly climbed their way up the ranks. M/n didn’t know how he got the job of being their makeup artist, not that he was upset. He loves doing makeup and boy, did he love a certain someone. Oh Seungmin, better known as O.de, was m/n’s biggest crush. It sounded cheesy, but he got butterflies every time the said male walked into the room. No one in the group ever says anything, but it’s pretty obvious the O.de is smitten with m/n to. Today was special for the group. They had just recently won a couple titles with their new album and the staff decided to plan a party for after their show. This party happened to be at M/n’s house. He was the only one with a big enough house, who was also free. He didn’t mind as long as it made everyone happy. M/n was currently making his way out of the dressing rooms and towards the parking lot. “Wait m/n! Can I get a ride to your house? I’m all ready to leave anyway.” M/n whipped around to see Jungsu running up to him. “Gunil brought me here and he takes forever to get ready. I want to leave now.” He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening to him talk shit. “Yeah. Yeah! Of course, whatever you need” m/n bowed to the man in front of him. “Drop the formalities, let’s go party!” He cheered grabbing m/n’s hand and dragging him to the parking lot. ———————————————————————

M/n’s house was booming, literally. Red lights flashed and music blasted through speakers. The smell of smoke and alcohol was suffocating, almost unbearable, but no one cared. It’s a party after all. M/n sat on the couch, as he scrolled through his phone. “M/N! GREAT PARTY!” Jungsu screamed over the music. He slowly leaned in towards m/n and whispered in his ear “someone is eyeballing you. Go get him.” ——————————-NSFW————————— O.de may have been a little high, but damn was the party version of m/n doing things to him. He was hard in his jeans just watching him waltz around the room. The only thing keeping him from going feral were the party drugs and Gunil making a fool of himself on the dance floor. Things all changed when he made eye contact with the beautiful boy, who was making his way towards him. “You liking the party?” Asked m/n. “I’m actually really enjoying myself. Your house is nice.” He answered, trying to keep the conversation going. “Thanks. You might liked my bedroom if you like this part of the house.” M/n wasn’t thinking with his brain, he was thinking with his dick. A snap decision really. “I’m so glad you said that!” Said O.de, as he jumped down from his spot on the counter, following m/n down a dark hallway. M/n threw his door open, shoving himself and O.de inside, then locking it. M/n was immediately pinned to the door. “I really want you.” Breathed O.de as he kissed up m/n’s neck, threatening to leave little marks every now and then. “Me too. I’ve always wanted to get closer with you Seungmin.” m/n agreed as he let the other male have his way. M/n’s attention was slowly drawn to O.de’s hands, which were working on the buttons of his shirt. His hands looked like they were made of beautifully carved marble. They look strong. God, the things those fingers could do. Oh Seungmin played the keyboard and synth, and it showed. M/n was practically drooling as he watched O.de’s hands move to slip off his shirt. “You’re so gorgeous.” Spoke m/n who was now undressing himself. “Your one to talk, if I’m gonna be honest, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Confessed O.de as he picked up m/n and put him on the bed. He went back to attacking m/n’s neck, this time leaving prominent marks of love. He traveled down to his chest, then torso, stopping above is private area. “Let’s get to it, shall we?” O.de playfully asked. “Please.” M/n almost demanded. Seungmin pushed M/n’s legs to his chest and spit on his hole, then he shoved two fingers in. M/n slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the horrid noises that clawed up his throat. M/n squirmed under the other male, his body reacting uncontrollably to each movement and pump of O.de’s fingers. “I love the way your body talks, but I wanna hear your voice to baby” He spoke, kissing the back of m/n’s hand. M/n moved his hands to the back of O.de’s neck. “Seungmin, I’m ready.” Said m/n confidently. O.de shoved his whole length into m/n’s hole, causing m/n to scream. No one would hear them over the blaring music. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been waiting for this for so long.” Groaned O.de, as he quickened his pace. His eyes never leaving m/n’s face. Tears began to prick in m/n’s eyes, his hands tugging at Seungmin’s Oreo colored locks, his back arching off the bed. “Your close aren’t you.” Grunted the top, as he reached over to m/n’s member to jerk him off. “Cmon, cum baby.” And he snapped, white spurts of cum splattered between the two. O.de came inside of m/n, the sight of m/n’s pure bliss sending him over the edge.

——————————————————————— The two slowly made it back to the living room, and to their surprise the party was still raging. Jungsu danced towards the two. “I know I was the one who helped you guys get together, but god, y’all are nasty.” He laughed, motioning towards the hickeys, swollen lips, and disheveled hair. “Whatever go back to dancing you asshole.” Shooed O.de. “You’re gonna have to cover these up Mr. Makeup artists!” Said O.de as he rubbed his neck. M/n only giggled in response.

[clusterbuck]

✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!] if you feel like it <3

gonna combine this with ⌫ lullaby which @octobertulip sent in<3

eddie twists in the sheets, half-awake, trying to free his tangled leg. it’s too hot, far too hot, and the thin cotton sheet covering him feels like it’s suffocating him. but he can’t figure out how to extract himself. it’s like any way he turns, all he does is get more entangled.

he tries to wrench his way out, and ends up banging his elbow into the bedside table. tears prick at the corner of his eyes, and he sighs and drags an arm across his face and blinks them away.

the door opens, like he’d known it would the second his elbow had connected with the table and made a noise. “eddie?” buck asks, peering into the room. “are you—?”

“‘m fine,” eddie says, but the words come out much less clear than they’d sounded in his head. much less convincing.

“i heard—” buck starts, then trails off like he’s unsure exactly what he heard.

“hit my hand,” eddie says. “nightstand.”

buck glances between eddie and the nightstand, like he’s trying to understand the mechanics of it. “why?”

“accident,” eddie says, trying to glare at buck. “i was trying to—” he tugs at the sheets again. “‘s too hot.”

“that means your fever’s breaking,” buck murmurs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “uh. i think. that’s what people say, at least.” he untangles eddie’s leg and pushes the sheet to the side, and eddie sighs at the rush of cool air.

“better,” he mumbles. “thanks.”

“anytime,” buck says. he shifts like he’s about to get up, but eddie reaches out for him. his hand doesn’t go as far as he’d intended, splayed out instead on the bed between them.

“buck,” he says, barely more than a mumbled syllable, but buck hears him anyway. “stay.”

“eddie, are you—”

“stay,” he says again, a little firmer this time, and lets his eyelids flutter shut.

“okay,” buck says, soft, soothing, and the mattress creaks as buck settles against the headboard.

eddie drifts somewhere between sleep and wake, neither claiming him fully. he’s aware of buck’s presence beside him, the steady warmth of his body and the cadence of his breathing, and when buck starts to sing, softly at first, he hears that too.

buck starts by humming something, snatches of something that must be stuck in his head. eddie shifts, turning towards him, angling to hear him better. buck must take that as a sign, because he starts singing properly now, full songs from beginning to end.

his voice is surprisingly lovely. eddie doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before—buck doesn’t usually go up for karaoke, and they’re not often in the kind of company that sings along to the radio. buck sings cautiously, like he’s feeling out the notes, and there’s a breathless feeling to it that makes every word he sings sound sincere.

then eddie listens to the words. to the songs that buck has been singing to him. can’t fight this feeling. i don’t wanna miss a thing. can’t help falling in love.

and in the cotton wool haze of his feverish brain, it makes perfect sense. he doesn’t have to think about it, doesn’t have to wonder whether buck truly means it or if he’s overthinking or if he’s dreamt the entire situation. none of that matters. it just makes sense.

buck’s started a new song now, one eddie remembers his sisters playing on repeat when it first came out.

well, you done done me and you bet i felt it…

eddie listens to the song, and when buck’s voice starts to trail off at the end, he reaches across to grab the nearest part of buck he can reach. it feels important, somehow, to be touching him for this. “buck,” he murmurs, closing his hand around buck’s knee.

“yeah?” buck asks, and in the wake of the word, devoid of buck’s singing, the room feels almost too silent.

“i’m yours,” eddie says, squeezing buck’s knee.

“yeah,” buck says slowly. “i just did that one.”

“no,” eddie groans. “i mean—me. i’m yours.”

“i—oh,” buck says. “eddie.”

he can’t see buck’s face, but eddie can read buck’s tone like an open book. buck’s flustered, he thinks, but wondrous, too.

“just wanted you to know,” eddie mumbles, and tips over the edge into sleep just as buck’s hand finds his.

it’s only the start of the conversation, but it’s okay. eddie will sleep, and they can talk when he wakes up. buck will still be there.

because eddie is buck’s, and buck, in turn, is his.

whump prompts 🚑

[localkiss]

RAHHHH HERES A BIT OF THE NEW FIC IM WORKING ONN

cw: trauma/guilt/sa/depression depictions !!

note: like I said in my previous post... this is FROM HOME !! ☝🏻 so pls don't come at me for feeling like this/writing this shit bc babes. I went thru this. it's icky to think like this, I know ! I don't endorse SA...

idk if it's gonna be re4 leon or ID leon. either way he's gonna b older than reader.

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and weights on your throat and chest.  

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see into your fucked-up brain.  

Those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway.  

All you can do is sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically so that it's a bit funny. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use and get away with his horrendous actions. No wonder why he said he only loved you like a sibling or a friend after he finally got caught in the act. 

Whatever it was, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay.  

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap is too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship.  

You knew he was older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. He didn't, though.  

[chaos-and-ink]

I Need You So Much Closer (Snippet!)

Because I'm so impatient, I decided to share with you guys the first little bit of my next fanfiction. Along with the title! I hope to have this up in a week or so depending on how things pan out... enjoy the little teaser and lemme know what you think :D

The heat was suffocating and Bucky could hardly breathe through the awful humidity of the Midwest trying to kill him. Sticky rivulets of sweat beaded down his back underneath the extra large T-shirt he wore and he swore he was about to pass out. Nevertheless, he was pushing through the heat wave and trying to do his job. 

He had picked up this job in the Spring when he realized college costs a fuck ton of money. God, and now he was busy stressing about college again and getting lost in his own mind. 

“James! Go take the front!” Clint, his coworker, reminded him. 

Fuck, right. Job. 

“Hey there, what can I get started for you?” Bucky asked as he set up the tablet distractedly.

“Just a large iced caramel latte with only two shots of espresso, please,” The man recited right away. It must be his go-to order because he repeated it with an ease that only practice could grant. 

Bucky hummed, tapping away on the iPad interface. “Sounds good. Did you want anything else?” he asked as he glanced up at the customer for the first time. 

He must’ve been Bucky’s age with tawny straw coloured hair and crystal blue eyes with hints of green in them. The barista could see a splash of freckles over the bridge of the man’s nose and cheeks and a faint flush under his summer tan. His fingers were nimble and slender as he fidgeted with his debit card in his left hand. 

“No, that’ll be all, thank you.”

“Alright, yeah,” Bucky agreed, trying to keep himself from checking the customer out too obviously. He could feel himself flushing and the last thing he needed to do was make the blond feel uncomfortable or something. “Can I get a name for the order?”

He didn’t actually need a name, but it would be nice to know it. Especially when he rambled about all of this to his friends. 

“Steve.”

That… He didn’t quite expect that but he found it fit the man anyway. Honestly, Bucky was certain the blond could make anything work for him. 

“Okay, I’ll have your order out for you in a couple minutes,” Bucky replied, brain just a tad bit fuzzy. 

“Uhm, I still have to pay.”

What? Oh shit!

“Sorry! Fuck, Uhm. Yeah, let me just… 5.75 is your total, uhm. Thank you,” Bucky said, taking Steve's card and swiping it before he handed it back to him. “Sorry about that.”

The man just chuckled. “No problem,” he reassured him before he dropped a 20 in the tip jar and sat down at the square table across from the register. 

Bucky thought he might just die as he fumbled his way through Steve’s drink. He dropped the ice twice, spilled the milk all over the counter, and burned his hand while pulling the espresso shot. When he went to mix the drink, he nearly tossed it right onto the floor. 

But with his last remaining braincell, Bucky managed to snap the lid over the cup and carry it out to where Steve was sitting on his phone. Even if he did forget a straw. God, Bucky was a mess sometimes. Maybe he just didn’t get enough sleep last night.

[rataticaisdreaming]

day 2 - fusion @intrualityweek

Summary: When Remus and Patton can’t stop fighting, the mind decides to give them a chance to be in each other's shoes.

Pairing: Platonic Intruality (he/him for both)

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Verbal fights / Hurt/Comfort / Intrusive thoughts / Remus being Remus / Cursing / Mention of sex

“Those are awful things, Remus! You should think of more cheerful… innocent stuff!"

"Oh yeah, because everyone wants to live in Care-A-Lot, daddy-o."

It has been like this for weeks now. Patton getting more and more distressed at Remus’ outbursts, which have been more common ever since the last major issue Thomas faced. Their fights seemed personal and within their own bubble, seeing as they were right next to each other. Janus and Roman had no problem ignoring them, it was so childish and unnecessary that not even Virgil was affected by this. It was getting annoying though. Once everyone left those two to bicker alone, Patton frowned and sank down to his room. The duke was so unsettling! It wasn't so difficult to keep your thoughts to yourself and keep things nice and decent.

Throwing himself to the stuffie filled couch, he reached for an old blanket and his Tender Heart teddy bear. A wave of sadness filled him, tears silently fell from his cheeks into the blanket he was holding so close. Everything felt like too much.

He hated arguments so much. The loud voices and negative feelings made him feel so small and overwhelmed. The need to just get out, get out, get out. How he closed his eyes and just prayed the tears wouldn't come out, this is not the time for big emotions. He just wanted to hide and make the feelings go away.

━

Well, fuck him. There he goes again with his big mouth and inability to just shut the fuck up!

No one wants to hear you anyways.

He is trying! He really is! Just spit out the mild ones so his head guts will be at ease until he comes back to his room. That’s exactly what he did… then why was today so difficult?!

You were never meant to be one of them.

And why the fuck is his brain not shutting the fuck up?! He just wanted some rest for God's sake.

You should impale yourself with the bed's wooden poles. 

Just get in a onesie, what if you get tangled up and suffocate?

Get in bed and under the blankets, you should have hate sex with the others.

Hug your emotional support octopus stuffie and feel them hug you back… oh, the ways they could crush you to death.

Just close your eyes… It will be okay in the morning.

Except it won't be. It will be this over, and over, and over again until you die. Alone and in pain and no one will care about you…

━

"We need Patton. It's clear to me this issue needs his emotional expertise."

A quick hand gesture is all Logan needed to make the moral side rise in his spot. Eyes shut tight and in clear distress, softly bouncing on his heels.

"Sorry kiddo, your old man just needed a little rest. Felt more tired than a hooker after an orgy."

What… in the world?

The room falls silent and everyone is suddenly looking at him. Roman and Virgil look at each other stunned, eyes so big they seem ready to pop out. Janus scoffs in disbelief, like he finally heard how much of a petty bitch he is. Logan adjusts his tie, looking down at the floor, maybe he’ll find his worth somewhere in the dust. Thomas looks like he just saw a puppy being shot in front of him. 

Wow, this little mind of his is not slowing down, is it?

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know why I said that… must be reaaally out of it! Maybe I just need some coffee and breakfast to get myself back on track." he said, awkwardly tiptoeing his way to the kitchen.

No one knew how to react to what just happened, so Roman spoke first.

“Maybe all that time with my brother is messing with him, speaking of him.” he said as he summoned Remus with an annoyed frown “Where is my copy of Princess and the Frog?”

Remus rose in his spot and stared at his twin like a deer in headlights, after a few seconds, he answered.

“I'm pretty sure I placed it back on the shelf.” he said, timidly hugging himself.

“Well, it's not there!”

The escalating tone made Remus flinch and look away, that seemed to be the wrong thing, because Roman spoke again.

“I swear in the holy name of Julie Andrews, Remus, if you did something to it…"

"I promise I didn't! I- I'm sure I placed it on the shelf, maybe I can help you find it! Just… Please lower your tone." 

Roman was taken back by his response, his brother looked on the verge of tears. He has never seen the duke express himself like that. Weirded out was an understatement,

Before he could say anything, Patton came back and…

"Well, I can safely say the dishwasher liquid does not, in fact, taste like lemon and oranges."

Something was wrong.

━

"You will not leave this couch until you figure out what happened, do I make myself clear?"

It had been ten minutes since Logan left them there. Ten full minutes of distressed bouncing on his seat, eyes shut as he tried his hardest not to voice his thoughts. After what felt like an hour, Patton couldn’t take it anymore.

"Remus, all these thoughts… are they yours?" he said in a small voice Remus barely heard. "They are horrible…"

“I know they are!” he yelled, causing Patton to flinch. Upon seeing the reaction, the creative side broke down.

"I hate all of this! It all feels like too much!”

Patton’s knowing smile made him feel warm and troubled. A question popped into his head. He scooched over a little bit and started to fidget with his sparkly sleeves.

“Do you feel like this all the time?"

Patton looked up and sighed.

"Mhm" 

"Do you get these thoughts all the time?"

Remus looked up with slightly red eyes.

"Yeah…"

"I never realized how much pain you were actually in… I thought you said those things to annoy us…" he started, receiving a soft laugh from the duke "But they are like a swarm! I need- I need them out!"

“Shh, it's okay. They will calm down, here, tug this string."

The moral side did with a tired hand, when he let go, a soft “quack” came out of nowhere. A tiny duck dropped from the air into his lap.

"Heh… And where did this little guy come from?"

“Little gift.”

A small giggle escaped from Patton’s lips and he changed his posture, visibly calmer and less tense. After working some courage, Remus decided to speak as well.

"I never knew you were feeling this much… It's suffocating. Every emotion feels fucking intense and it hurts! How do you live like this?"

"I just do… Comes with being the heart, I guess. My room helps me, it calms me down when it gets too much."

"Huh. Do you think I could… hang out there sometime?"

"Sure! Janus and Logan have been very insisting on the whole "finding a distraction" thing. We could do a puzzle together or watch a show."

"Yeah… I'd like that."

━

It has been like this for weeks now. Remus learning to use his inner voice, mindful of how loud noises impact the other’s emotions. Patton started to listen to Remus' ideas and ignored the ones that were plainly intrusive thoughts.

By the end of an afternoon discussion, they were already looking at each other in anticipation.

They sank down and arrived at Patton's living room. There was an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table as well as board game boxes laying on the side of it. Remus picked the neon green notebook and glitter pen and sat down next to the moral side.

They summoned popcorn, sodas and m&ms. Even some lemon slices for Remus. Whenever he got unwanted thoughts, he would write them down. Patton would hug his teddy bear, as a silent sign that they needed to slow down for a bit, when the emotions got too intense.

It was working for them. They also made a mental note to never anger the mind again. It would be fantastic to see Roman get all of Virgil's anxiety, but Remus was a good brother and decided to write that thought down for now.

[elly99]

us without me VII: everything

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 7 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

Her debut was just over a month away. 

It was 7:22 in the morning and she had just arrived back from Spain. You see her from a distance saying goodbye to her members. They recognize you from the many times you picked Minji up from practice and wave enthusiastically. You wave shyly in return. Then she runs to you, as fast as she possibly could with her luggage in tow, straight into your arms.

“Hey!” is all you can manage as she suffocates you with a bear hug.

“I missed you so much. How are you?”

“I’m alright! Been missing you, too. How was your birthday?”

“It was sooo good! We were filming that day and it was really, really fun. I also got really nice gifts. I already told you all about it!”

“I know. I was just hoping you’d say you missed me.” You look ahead, avoiding her eyes.

She laughs and lightly punches your shoulder.

“I told you that many times, too,” she says softly. “But I’ll say it again anyway. I really did miss you on my birthday. It wasn’t the same without you.”

You finally smile, content with her response.

“I’m so happy you’re back, Min. It was weird being away from you for so long.”

“Me, too. It’s so good to see you.” You both start walking to the taxi stands. “Thanks for picking me up, by the way. I know it’s really early.”

“Well, your family’s away so somebody had to do it.”

“Wow, you really sound like you want to be here.” She chuckles. “I could’ve just gone home with the others, you know?”

“And you know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, right?”

“Ugh, so greasy, bro!” she exclaims, hitting your shoulder again only to grab your hand right after. She hails a cab with the other.

“I still have a lot of stuff to do before July but this weekend I’m just gonna stay in bed and not move.”

“Sounds like a plan. Will we have any other time to hang out, though?”

“Yeah, don’t worry! I’ll find time. I promise.”

On the ride home she doesn’t let go of your hand. And though you had your ring on you didn’t allow yourself to hope. You didn’t allow yourself to pretend. But you did allow yourself to enjoy it. Just one last time. After all, her debut was just over a month away.

-

“I got you a new diary, by the way,” you say matter-of-factly as she unpacks. She turns to you with gleeful puppy eyes and your heart melts like all those times before. “And while you were away I removed all the stickers from my locker and stuck them in here instead. I also got you a bunch of new ones to put wherever…”

Before you know it you’re in her arms and she’s squealing in your ear.

“...except my locker!” you emphasize, laughing a little. “I know it’s not much but… happy birthday!”

“Bro, stop. I love it! Thank you so much! It’s so prettyyy!”

It felt good to see her happy. But you still longed for more. You knew you needed to stop but you never figured out how. And she’d never know that you left tears in her hair.

“I missed you, Mia.” She releases you from her hug and you exchange smiles. “I’m so glad I’m home cuz I’m kinda… no, I’m super tired. Think I’ll nap for a bit.”

“You should try and stay up for as long as you can! It’ll be better for your jet lag.”

“I literally can’t keep my eyes open, bro. Maybe just an hour or something.”

“Fine. I’ll wake you up for dinner,” you concede and get up to leave her room.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“What? I’m just letting you sleep.”

“Can’t you stay with me?”

What was it about those words? What was it about her eyes in that moment? Like she would cry if you walked out that door. But you quickly dismiss it, assuming it was just your brain projecting, your heart finding excuses.

“I mean, yeah, of course. Just thought you’d want some space.”

“Huh? After not seeing you for so long?”

You simply smile in response and lie down next to her. You stare at the ceiling while she closes her eyes and quickly falls asleep. You’d been here before. It was all too familiar. Her breathing slows while yours becomes shallow, like water was pressing against your chest. And you just lie like that, barely staying afloat on the surface of the ocean of your yearning.

-

Before you know it, evening had come. Your attempts to wake her were met with nothing but faint noises and limp movements.

“Min? Minji. You need to get up, bro. You slept for so long already.”

“Mmm.”

“Should I order something for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry,” she mumbles into her pillow before opening her eyes and staring at you. After a pause she asks, “Can I hug you?”

The question was sudden. Disturbing. The answer would have always been ‘yes’ but something about the intimacy of the situation you found yourself in stopped you from answering immediately.

“Why are you asking?”

“Nothing,” is all she says before wrapping her arms around you. Of course, that in itself was nothing new. But she’d never done this before. Not here. This was her bed. And she was practically cuddling you. It was everything you’d been dreaming about. What you’d been wanting for so long. But experiencing it now, in the flesh, felt like a waking nightmare. The memories flash one by one in your mind. Everything else she’d done. Everything she said. Everything that made you believe she loved you in the same way. None of it made sense. Because you knew she didn’t. And after so long you finally felt it. Cracking. Shattering. Bursting at the seams. The final straw. The moment you’d been dreading. You had reached your breaking point.

“Minji?”

Her eyes awaken with concern as the weight of your tone falls on her ears.

“Yeah?” she asks timidly.

“Why are you doing this? Why do you always do this?”

“Do what?” She sits up, clearly uneasy with the way your voice was hardening.

“Why do you pretend you love me?”

“What do you mean? I’m not pretending. What are you talking about?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“Mia… you’re scaring me…” she ekes out.

You stand up and turn away from her, taking breaths as deep as your lungs would allow.

“I love you, Minji… I’m in love with you.”

Years of heartache converge onto that singular moment. Your confession. And there's nothing but silence from her corner of the room. Through gritted teeth you continue.

“So when you practically act like my girlfriend sometimes and I have to go to sleep at night knowing you’re not… it really fucking hurts!”

You slam your fist against the door before falling to the ground. Your tears follow suit.

“Did you really not know?”

“I…”

You blow air past your nose. A pitiful attempt at laughter.

“I guess I did a good job hiding it, then.”

“Mia, I... I know. I knew. I mean, I wasn’t sure but…”

You turn back to meet her eyes and in them you watched the reality you thought you knew crumble. Denial sets in as quickly as anger does.

“You knew?” Your words dripping with feelings of betrayal.

She nods, bringing her hands up to cover her face as tears start to pool in her eyes as well.

“You knew and still…” You listen like an unwelcome eavesdropper as your voice starts to shout of its own accord. “Well, do you know how it made me feel? Do you know that, Minji? You’ve treated me like more than your best friend so many times I can’t even begin to count! Holding hands, all the times you would basically flirt with me and not to mention our fucking rings! You knew I loved you and you just played along? Like you really felt the same way? What the fuck?”

You found yourself unable to feel sorry as she started to sob.

“Minji, I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night because of you! And now you’re telling me you knew this whole time? You knew you were playing with my feelings? Why?”

“Mia, please…”

“Please what?”

She struggles through uncontrollable gasps for air.

“I love you...”

“Oh, wow, you’re just gonna keep going, huh? Stop pretending already!”

Then it was her turn to raise her voice.

“I’m not fucking pretending!”

You were taken aback. It wasn’t like her to swear.

“I love you, Mia! I wasn’t pretending. I never was.”

You refuse to accept that fact. You couldn’t accept that you’d been living a lie for this long.

“Bullshit. Why didn’t you say anything, then?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

That was something you couldn’t answer. So she did for you.

“Cuz you were scared right? Well, so was I. I did all of those things because I wanted you just as much. I wanted you to be mine. I wanted to be your girlfriend. So I just pretended to be. But I never pretended that I didn’t love you in that way. I just never told you.”

“You don’t mean that. There’s no way…”

“I do mean it.”

Your eyes fall to the ground in disbelief. It was excruciating to keep looking at her.

“You could’ve just told me.” Your voice dies down.

“And you could have, too.”

“But the difference is you knew how I felt.”

Your eyes wander to the window.

“And you still played with my heart…” It comes out as a whisper. “If you really loved me you would’ve told me. If you really knew how I felt you would’ve just…”

“I wasn’t sure, Mia!”

“You’re lying.”

“And I was scared, ok? You know I’m about to debut. I can’t get into a relationship. But I love you and I just wanted to know how it felt…”

“So you used me?”

“Don’t say that! That’s not fair!”

You get up, take off the ring on your finger and throw it on the bed in front of her.

“Give this to your real girlfriend next time.”

“Mia, please don’t leave…” she says through more sobs, her voice weaker than ever. “I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should’ve just kept it to myself.”

And just like that you were out the door, running home, pulling the weight of the hole in your heart along with you. You didn’t know what you were doing. Were you throwing everything away? Was leaving a mistake? All you were sure of was that, for the first time in your life, you needed to be anywhere but with her.

Still, as you crawl into bed and see her pictures on your walls, you knew that no matter how far you ran, no matter where you went or what you did, no matter how broken your heart was, as long as it was beating, it would beat for her.

There’s nothing you could do or say. I can’t escape the way I love you. I don’t want to, but I love you.

-

A knock on your door.

“Hey, sweetie. Still feeling down?”

It was your mom.

“Yeah,” you mutter quietly from your bed, clutching a pillow, the melody of Attention still stuck in your head.

“You wanna talk about it?”

What would you tell her? That your best friend was now just a memory? That you missed her so much you felt like dying? That even if she were here it would never be the same? That you lost everything? No. You couldn’t tell her any of it.

“Not right now.”

She moved towards your desk, an envelope in hand.

“How’s Minji been?” she asks, oblivious. “Haven’t seen you two hang out in a while. She always made you feel better. Maybe you should…”

“Not right now,” you quickly cut her off.

But she presses on.

“Heard from her mom that she finally got her driver’s license. You two could drive somewhere.”

Wherever that somewhere is, she’ll be driving us without me.

Reading your silence, she places the envelope on the desk and lets her eyes linger on it for a moment.

“Well, I think this is from her.”

You sit up immediately, a cocktail of surprise and pain brewing somewhere in your chest. She sees a hint of it in your eyes and walks back over to the bed to hug you.

“Whatever it is, Mia, it’ll pass. Just give yourself time.”

You nod, face sullen.

“Come down for dinner whenever you want, ok?”

You nod again.

As the door closes behind her, you rush to grab the letter, knowing full well that whatever was written inside would not be good for you. You needed to let go but all you’d ever known was how to hold on. So you hold on to the paper with that same desperate grip as you let Minji's voice break the silence.

[smuttysabina]

Jaime Steals your Seed

(Jaime X Male Reader, 1600 words) ( Reverse Non-consensual sex, creampie, cheating, light violence)

You groan, your head throbbing with confusion, your vision is foggy, but you can make out an indistinct figure hovering above you. A warm weight settles upon you, soothing you as your brain unscrambles itself. The rich smell of a girls hair fills your nostrils, not entirely hiding the stench of sweat and sex. You shift, thinking to embrace what could only be your beloved girlfriend, but cold steel digs into your wrists. The girl atop you stirs, and you discover that she is in fact, not your girlfriend, but rather Jaime. You seem to be in a dank, dirty side-street, the bustle of city life echoing down it. Also your pants seem to be missing. Jaime presses her fingers against your lips, silencing your questions before they can even begin.

"Shhhh hush, okay I'm sure you are like, super confused right now, but just listen! Ummm you're feeling okay right? Like you straight up fainted when you saw Poki, most guys just cream their paints, but you just fell over! But its okay now, dont worry, I'm here now, and I'll help you lots... Hm? Oh why are you handcuffed to that pipe you ask? Um, oh, dont worry about it yeah? After all I helped you, so how about you help me?"

Jaime stands up fully, pulling down her skirt to reveal her glistening snatch. She spreads her legs wide, using her hand to open her thick, hairy lips to reveal her dripping fuck hole. Grasping your head, she parks her cunt on your mouth, vigorously rubbing her stench all over your face, marking you like an animal. Jaime looks down at you hungrily, her façade of concern evaporating to reveal the naked lust beneath. You try to resist, but she holds your nose, forcing you to breath and let the acrid taste of her juices into your mouth. Jaime growls,

"Lick it. Just fucking lick it, show me how well your girlfriend trained you. Are you really going to disappoint her like that? If this is best you can do, then no wonder she was soooo desperate. Aww your whines sound so cute, are you worried about her? Dont be, the last time I saw her she was doing just fiiiiiiine... Oh my god, can you start eating me out properly, or I'm just going to suffocate you again, is that what you want? Stick that fucking tongue inside of me or I'll piss down your nose! Mmmmph!"

Your muffled protests are shouted into Jaime's pussy, but to no avail. So, desperate to avoid drowning in this slut's urine, you open wide and begin to pleasure her. Jaime's engorged clit smears itself against your nose, grinding against it as she rides your face. Your tongue is forced deep inside of her warm hole, her fluids trickling down into your throat. Her hands clench harder, digging into your skull as she fucks your face, her pussy starting to spasm around your tongue. With a grunt, Jaime cums in your mouth, a gush of salty fluids washing down your throat as she shudders against you. She staggers backwards, her taint still connected to your face by strands of saliva and pussy juices. You feel disgusting, and humiliated, you loath that you were forced to pleasure Jaime like this. You glare hatefully up at her, awash in in her orgasm. Her face is bright red, and she licks her lips as she looks down at you, tenderly cupping your cheek.

"Oh there you go, see I knew you could do it. Maybe that's why your girlfriend keeps you around, to clean her out like a good boy? Do you lick her better, you do don't you! Ugh! Whatever I'm going to fuck you anyways. I mean, I was already going to but like, now I really want it." Jaime looks down pointedly, smirking as you follow her gaze, and only now realizing your cock is spectacularly erect. Amused she toes your cock, giggling as barely moves, "Well it looks like you really want it to! No? What, you don't want to cheat on your cute little girlfriend? Like who even cares about her? Last time I checked she was like, super busy! And anyways, its rude not to share your toys you know! Because that's all you are to her, a juicy piece of fuck meat to abuse until she tires of you. Don't even try to deny it, all you boys are good for is being used to slake our sexual desires. See, just look how hard your cock is for me right now, it knows all its good for is fucking whoever wants it!"

Realizing she's ranting a little, Jaime lets out a cutesy giggle, before squatting above your rigid dick. Pulling it upright, she smacks it against her gooey folds, splattering her juices all over your crotch. Your breath hikes as you realize there is nothing you can do to stop Jaime from taking you. You may feel horrible inside, but your cock is painfully hard, and each slap against Jaime's pussy sends shudders of pleasure through your hips. Her hand snaps out, grasping your neck for support, and forcing you to watch what she's about to do to you. Her eyes begin to dilate, she is gasping now, barely restraining herself from fucking you. Jaime gives in, and with a sordid grunt she slams your entire length inside of her filthy cunt. She squirts on your chest, gripping your throat so hard she is nearly choking you. Lost in her own pleasure, Jaime only notices your distress when your face is turning purple. She loosens her hand, allowing sweet air to rush into your lungs once more as you roughly cough.

Jaime pouts, "Oh I'm sorry, was I a little too rough there, dear? But its only what you deserve, for being such a bad boy!" Your cock throbs violently inside of Jaime, and with a knowing smirk she gives your needy dick what it wants. She rides you, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she discovers how best to mash your cock against her sensitive spots. Jaime lets out another deep groan as her slick juices splatter your crotch, her face collapsing against your neck. She looks up at you, licking all the way up your cheek with delicious intent before slapping you, "Fuck you've been such a bad toy, don't act all innocent, we both know what you did! Oh come on, did blacking out really make you forget? That's honestly pathetic, how could you forget jizzing inside of Poki? Don't look at me like that!" Jaime slaps you again, "You literally pumped Poki full of cum SEVERAL times while your poor girlfriend watched with horror! Like just once is understandable, but you just kept at, I felt so bad for her you piece of shit. So, just forget about her, she deserves so much better than you!"

Guilt and horror roil you as you try to remember what happened, obviously this crazy bitch is just lying to make you feel bad, right...? Your inner turmoil only makes your building orgasm feel even worse, would it be so bad to just give in? Surely your girlfriend would understand?

Jaime feels your orgasm approaching, her experienced pussy sensitive to your shafts twitches and rhythmic pulses. She pushes her face against yours, her breath hot and damp against your nose, "Oh fuck I can feel it! You want to give it to me don't you? You want to pump me full of your fucking cum? Mmmmfgh say you love me! Fucking say it! I want to hear you say it while you creampie me! Fucking love me! Love me!" Jaime's wild eyes bore into yours, her desperate lust causing your brain to short, leaving you with the simple need to procreate. So you gasp your love to Jaime, giving her what she desires as your load gushes into her sloppy cunt. Her pussy clenches your cock in sympathy, her dueling orgasm milking every last drop out of you. Jaime lets our a pleased gurgle as she drools on your cheek, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure surging through her petite body. She purrs with satisfaction, relishing the quantity of jizz inside of her, and notices your lightheaded state. After such a tremendous orgasm, you feel drained and weak, awash in the afterglow of sex. Jaime lets out a snort of disgust and looks up past you,

"See, I told you guys are better off being treated like toys, he gave in so quickly it was embarrassing. I can see why you keep him around though, he isn't half-bad once you break him in." Jaime lets out a sadistic giggle at your obvious confusion. Which quickly turns into cold horror as your girlfriend stirs from her perch behind you and moves into view. She is nude, and is she bends over your face you can see that both of her holes are crimson and greasy with juices. Jaime laughs at you, "I did say she was fine didn't I? But I guess I forgot to mention that she got passed around between Rae and Janet after you fainted. She was legit BEGGING for them to fuck her with their girl-cocks, she didn't even complain when they started sharing her holes! I can't blame her though, I've been there a few times myself hehe!"

Your lovely girlfriend, who you spent 3 years building a loving relationship with looks back at you with icy disdain. Her face, frozen with contempt, is the last thing you see before she shoves her ass into your face. "Eat up, toy" is the last thing your girlfriend says before the sound of her laboriously sucking your cum out of Jaime's pussy fills your ears.