#at least i got a couple people. next issue is staying close enough for the butcher job

[irawhiti]

mum is getting me in contact with a couple people to move out with, i don't really Want to be roomies with someone who's friends with my abuser but frankly i'd take it over the excruciating fucking racism. uuuu

[astralwaifu]

Hi! Hi! Hi!!!

Remember me? It's the one who encouraged to do the genshin character compatibility trend i have been dying to do! Unfortunately, i couldn't find the person who i saw started this trend so here i am in your ask box doing this. So i guess you know how this thing works- like you send three characters to see your compatibility with, and then you send a little bit of info about yourself such as personality and hobbies. I love that trend so much and as much as i wanna stay sane, i wanna know if my favorites will actually match or vibe with me ehehehehe-

So anyways! Let's start!!!

Characters : Pantalone, Venti, and Diluc!!! My favorites!!!

Apperance (ft. Picrew) :

About me : So technically, i am currently a drained out student (and help me school starts soon), but i am studious and hardworking! My problem is, i cannot seem to focus on one topic at a time and i ended up forgetting things. I don't socialize much, yet i would always greet people with a smile. But i never had anyone else to share what i have on my mind (usually books and my own ideas) and i tend to overshare and sometimes change the topic that it gets all too confusing. I only have two hobbies, reading and listening to music. And i pretty much wanna stay indoors all the time and then be alone in a pretty, fairy-tale like place in nature sometimes. I am very much clingy, and somewhat get attached way too easily. And yes i do require headpats and cuddles because i never got any affection. And i get easily irritated and when i am pissed i get too far, sometimes. Yet i just want cuddles and affection because i am lonely, lol. Oh and i love stuffed animals and books and sweet-scented perfume as an addition. Also i have a fear of spiders, i pray at least someone can get rid of them for me. That is all ✨️✨️✨️

Author’s note: Heyya! Sorry it took a couple days, I got my nails done and can’t type as fast as before! We changed Pantalone with Welt from HSR, because for some unknown reason I can’t write him. Anywaaay, I hope you’ll enjoy this! Sending all my hugs to u. <3

Venti

I have a strong feeling that his outer persona is your inner one, so you sort of complete eachother in a way none of you really expected.

Although it would take a while to get used to his extrovert self, since you seem to be pretty much introvert, the moment you decide you are comfortable enough you’ll see a big change. Meaning - EXPECT UNENDING AFFECTION AND CUDDLES!!!

I swear Venti wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you - always needs to give you reassurance and to have you close to him. Would totally do the thing where he squeezes your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.

Would show you the most beautiful views in Mondstadt, he knows every place worth seeing and knows which one will leave you absolutely breathless.

Whether you like it or not, he will sing to you all the time. You like a certain song? Expect to hear to it singed by Venti for the next two weeks, until you physically can’t listen to it anymore.

A small issue would be that he constantly need to be around people, to interact and be present, which you’ll find a little tiring. Loves to annoy you too so he could get a reaction out of you. Don’t worry tho, he will never cross your boundaries!

Overall, on a scale from one to ten, I’d give your compatibility an 8.5 .

Diluc

The moment I finished reading about you I immediately thought that Diluc is the one.

It’s just that the two of you are fairly similar, both in the way you are around others (although you are quite a pleasant presence, Diluc is just more grumpy) and in the way you share the same wish in your heart - to be loved by someone, held amd cherished despite your flaws.

And I can say that the two of you do a pretty good job at that. Main love language between you is physical touch, since both of you are touch starved. When you are around others PDA is kept to the minimum, but when the two of you are alone HE WILL BE ON YOU ALWAYS! Holding your hand absolutely everywhere you go in the Dawn Winery and around its domain, random back hugs and normal hugs, headpats whenever he sees you around the house.

Also kisses on the crown of your head and forehead (they are Diluc’s favourite form of intimacy), which make you feel so special and seen.

He will always find time for you despite his busy schedule. His favourite activity together is reading in silence next to eachother, shoulders touching, but each doinh his own thing. He is the type of person that would put your legs over his during this to help you sitt mor comfortable. You will absolutely fall asleep in his lap like that.

Carries you to bed when that happens - no one can change my mind !!!

The two of you strike me as that couple that doesn’t really fight and not because you ignore your problems. You really don’t have reasons to fight.

Did I mention you will never have to worry about bugs again? :)

He is THE MAN - 10/10 compatibility.

Welt

Loves to take care of you in any possible way he can. Mans just trying to make you feel as safe and as comfortable as he can. He loves you too much to have you feeling bad about yourself or lonely.

Indulges in all your little habits such as going rants whenever you find something you love. He’s listening to every word carefully, absorbing information. You will maybe think he doesn’t care, but in the next couple days you will find a lot of things related to your new book or idea in your room on the Astral Express.

He’s more mature and a big stand-offish, so expect cuddles only when you request them or really really need them. Doesn’t really initiate this kind of things. You will however have your hand held and head pat by him at all times.

Saved you more than once from Himeko’s bad tasting coffee.

His main love language would be quality time, you will find yourself sitting next to him anytime, anywhere, each doing his own thing.

Whenever the Astral Express stops on a new planet for a trailblazing expedition, he will take you on cute dates and a walk in the nature.

He gives me a 7 vibe. Maybe 7.5-8.

And little note to u : all of them would find you absolutely beautiful because, honestly, who wouldn’t?

[panicatthediaz]

Whoop, here we are on part 2. I was a little too impatient to wait until Tuesday, but updates are supposed to be weekly so I can write a little bit ahead. Keeping a regular schedule is tough, y'all. [Part 1] – [Part 3]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 2

A chance meeting

He might have never been interested in anything physical, but he had eyes, and people watching was always entertaining. Sometimes, that led to watching specific people. Sometimes, those specific people took issues with his watching.

(Sometimes, some rare times, people didn't seem to mind it, much. Sometimes, it even seemed they agreed with what he had to say. It's how he ended up with the current iteration of Corroded Coffin, beyond their shared interests.)

And Eddie would notice things. He had noticed his mom stopped fighting against his father's verbal and emotional abuse, so he started doing it instead. He had noticed that some of the things he heard at school were pretty close to shit his father used to say, and Eddie simply refused to be anything like him.

It was a lot easier to be loud about shit when he realized that not everyone could be. His mom, Gareth, and that one kid he found in the school parking lot in his sophomore year. It brought the attention onto him, but he handled Richard Munson just fine, right?

He'd never expected anyone to come to his defense; loud and opinionated metalhead that decided being different actually made more sense? Yeah, right. He wasn't even considering the fact he lived in the trailer park with his uncle.

(No offense to Wayne, of course, the man knew what most of the town thought about them. He just repeatedly urged Eddie to stay safe.)

Eddie, though, was the protector of his little group; drawing attention to himself then running with it, often literally. He could take a punch or two. Had taken quite a few in this school year already.

He had taken a couple of punches just now, so Grant, newcomer to Hellfire that he was, could get home unhurt.

"Hey!" The next punch never came, and Eddie looked up to see Jackass of The Week being pulled away by none other than King Steve himself. "That's enough, get out of here."

Eddie frowned, but neither the Jackass nor Harrington were looking at him; Steve was simply staring the guy down. At least it wasn't anyone from Hargrove's little group, this whole mess would've gone oh so well…

A soft touch to his arm startled him out of his musings as Steve started moving and taking Jackass with him, and he crossed his arms over his chest on instinct.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry!" The girl next to him exclaimed. The hallway was pretty much empty after Steve left, save for a few stragglers that were doing a terrible job of not watching them. She grimaced and added, "I didn't mean to startle you, or anything."

Eddie shook his head and glanced around. He prided himself in paying attention to the people around him, but he couldn't think of a reason why sophomore cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham would be talking to him.

"Here." She held out a tissue, offering a small smile. "You got, uh..." She grimaced once Eddie took the tissue, and gestured to his face. "You're bleeding."

And yeah, okay, he could feel the sting now that everything was calm once more. He turned to Chrissy with a faint smile, pressing the tissue to his lip and trying not to wince. It could've been worse, but the split lip was going to be annoying anyway.

"Thanks."

Her smile widened, and she was quick to say goodbye after that. Something about cheerleading practice, "not that I think you'd know much about it," but it was said without malice. It sounded somewhat like I know it's not something you're interested in and that's okay. Like I listen, actually.

Realizing, later, that Chrissy Cunningham did listen, and even seemed to consider some of the things he'd said?

It was refreshing.

Which made seeing the downward spiral that much worse.

[kareenvorbarra]

now that it’s been a few days and i’ve talked to some people and read some posts, i’m gonna try to organize my thoughts re: “the arrival” and “news from the palace” in particular 

major spoilers for both stories, and some criticism below: 

the hypothetical laela story was really the only specific thing i was hoping for from this book, so it was a big letdown for me when i realized i wasn’t going to learn anything about her that i didn’t already know. the silver lining is that i don’t have anything getting in the way of my own headcanons about laela’s future (which are becoming increasingly detailed as i work on my fanfic about her), but i’m still sad that we didn’t get to see her and kamet talk about what happened. their relationship is one of my favorite in the series, and it’s not a major focus of fandom production or discussion, so i was hoping that a little more canon content about their dynamic would make more people interested in it. i guess the only thing to do re: laela is to throw up my hands and say “my city now” and continue to make things up and enjoy myself. 

my issues with “news from the palace” are a little more complicated (and also relate to “the arrival” as well, because they do seem to be happening in the same place, though i guess that’s not a given). on the one hand, i love that costis and kamet are still living together, and that they didn’t just become the next generation’s teleus and relius. costis as captain of the guard felt like a stretch to me, especially after RoTT. as compelling as the loyalty theme in this series can be, i loved that costis got to return to kamet, and that his whole being wasn’t subsumed into his sense of duty to the king and queen. 

i thought kamet becoming the next secretary of the archives was more likely than costis becoming captain of the guard, but it didn’t appeal to me that much for similar reasons - kamet has spent most of his life doing a stressful job and working for important people, and i wanted him to have a real chance to think about the kind of life he might want for himself. i love the idea of him having a peaceful life and a family - things he was robbed of as a child, and that we know he once dreamed about having with marin. (we don’t know that he and marin wanted to get married and have kids, but he wanted to run away with her - given their circumstances, that implies that he planned to stay with her for the forseeable future. why run away with your lover if not to build a life with them, the kind of life you literally cannot have when you are both owned by someone else?) i also love that he is clearly still close with pheris, that pheris visits often enough to know the kids’s names, that the kids know some of pheris’s sign language.  

on the other hand, i’m still reeling over the choice to give costis two biological children with different mothers, and to just drop that in there with absolutely no explanation. we don’t know if timris and philo’s mothers live in the house, if they’re involved in their children’s lives at all, if they’re even alive. we don’t know if costis is married, or a widower, or if he and kamet made an arrangement with a nice lesbian couple so they could all have kids. this tells us nothing except that costis had sex with two different women at least once. 

i love costis/kamet as a ship, and i don’t think this story precludes them being a couple at all. i don’t necessarily mind them not becoming canon (though i would have loved it if they had). i’m also a bisexual kamet truther, i love kamet/marin and it drives me crazy when people downplay their relationship or write it off as shallow or childish. my mental image of costis and kamet’s future didn’t involve either of them getting married to women, but i’m also not completely horrified by the idea. 

the issue i have with “news from the palace” is not really that costis might be married to a woman (though i did feel like it came out of nowhere). it’s that we don’t know whether he is married or not. literally all we know is that he has two sons, who are half-brothers (meaning they share a parent) and that one of them looks a lot like thalia’s son, which basically confirms that costis is their biological father. 

if mwt didn’t want to say outright that costis is married, but she wanted him to have kids, what was the point of doing it this way? why rule out the possibility that his children are adopted? why use such deliberate language to make it clear that these are costis’s biological children and that they have different mothers, while not giving a single detail about their mothers? it creates this massive void where the female characters should be - they must exist, because someone had to give birth to timris and philo, but their existance isn’t acknowledged in any meaningful way. we don’t know if they’re alive or dead, present or absent. why was she so determined to make it clear that these women exist, while giving us absolutely no information about them? 

in the same vein, “the arrival” introduces three women who are living in the same household as kamet, and at least two of them are new characters (possibly all three, though one could easily be thalia). i assumed we were going to get some information about them, particularly the woman who is notably suspicious of laela. what was the point of showing us those characters and creating a few interesting details about them without providing any follow-up? for that matter, why do we only get names for new male characters in this household? it’s thalia’s husband and three boys, plus three unnamed women, plus two complete non-entities who might overlap with the unnamed women. any of the kids in “news from the palace” could have been girls!

we also know basically nothing about how kamet fits into this family, except that he lives there. are he and costis a couple? does he consider costis’s children his children? does he have a wife and/or children of his own? 

i’d almost rather have no details about costis and kamet’s future than a handful of details so full of gaps that i can’t engage with them unless i sift through dozens of possibilities, none of which i would have come up with if left to my own devices. 

[anastasiapullingteeth]

(Don't) Touch Me

A short story about sensory issues I wrote for this years AAS22 held by @aggressivelyarospec

CW: sensory issues, touch aversion

itch, itch, itch

His new shirt was killing him. He'd already cut out the tag of the damn thing, but the seam ketp rubbing the lower part of his neck.

itch, itch, itch

He took a deep breath and continued typing on his computer. It was ridiculous he was forced to wear that damn shirt to work. No one needed it to do their job. Except maybe Renee from Accounting, that woman was weird like that.

itch, itch, itch

What was he doing? Oh, right. The planning. When was the meeting again? He hoped next week, maybe by then the fucking shirt would be finally behaving.

itch, itch, itch

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands and kept his face hidden behind them for a few minutes. He finally got up, announcing to his cubicle neighbor he was going out to get some snacks. "Get me some chips," Josh yelled when he was closing the door. He made a mental note- No, he pulled out his phone and wrote the request on the Notes app. He wasn't sure he wouldn't forget either way.

itch, itch, itch

He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked slowly to the store, trying to ease the burning sensation the shirt was leaving on his skin. He wanted to rip that shit off, but he still had 3 hours left at work. He wondered what were the chances of getting through them shirtless. (Not very high, sadly. Fuck.)

itch, itch, itch

At the store, he picked a pack of mints and Josh's chips (he didn't ask which kind. Whatever, everyone loved cheese) and approached the counter. There were three people already waiting, all of them with just a couple of things in their arms, the bigger being a can of soda.

itch, itch, itch

"Oh, sorry," the woman in front of him in the queue said after accidentally dropping the change she'd been handed. He bent over to help her pick it up and her fingers touched the back of his hand. He suppressed the horrible chill that followed, only frowning a little as he moved his hand away. "... Thank you," the woman said, accepting the money. He smiled as calmly as he could and stepped forward to pay for his goods.

itch, itch, itch

He decided to take the long way back to the office, ripping open the package of mints to take a couple. He placed them on top of his tongue and pressed them against his palate, savoring the blissful sensation. It wasn't ice, but it was enough to trick his brain. As he walked, he scratched the hand the woman had touched. It didn't feel better.

itch, itch, itch

Back in the office, he handed Josh his chips ("Great, cheese!") and sat back down to keep typing. He took another mint from the package and left the rest on his desk. The planning. Right. Work on the planning. He hoped he had enough mints for the rest of the day.

itch, itch, itch

16:22, less than two hours to go.

type, type, type

itch, itch, itch

17:09, he was so close...

type, type, type

itch, itch, itch

17:34

type, type, type

itch, itch, itch

17:48

type, type, type

itch, itch, itch

17:59

type, itch, type, itch, type, itch

At 18:00, he stopped typing and turned off his computer. Josh frowned at him when he saw him standing up and grabbing his things, but he ignored him. He normally waited at least 15 minutes after the hour to keep up appearances, pretending he actually gave a fuck about his work and wasn't desperate to get back home, but he'd barely kept it together during the time he was requested to stay there, there was nothing holding him now.

itch, itch, itch

As he passed the bathroom door, he wished he'd brought a spare shirt with him to change into now that he was free, but that morning he didn't think it'd become as unbearable as it was at the moment, so it didn't occur to him. He'd have to keep one in his bag from now on for moments like this. He played with the packet of mints in his jacket pocket, waved good-bye to everyone from the door, and headed out into the street.

itch, itch, itch

He walked back home, occasionally rubbing the back of his neck or pulling at his shirt to keep the seam from touching his skin. He still felt a weird tingle on his hand, but that was easier to ignore. He took another mint from the package and pressed it against his tongue as he felt his phone buzzing in his pants. "Hello"?, he answered, rolling the mint around his mouth.

"Dude, are you on your way home?"

Rob, his roommate.

"Yeah, why?" itch, pull

"No reason. See you here." Rob hung up, but didn't give him enough time to frown before calling him again. "It's nothing bad, just dinner," he assured, hurriedly. "But I wanted to make sure it wasn't cold by the time you got here. I'm still not telling you what we're gonna eat. But don't worry, you'll like it."

He snorted. "Okay, thank you."

"Sure, see ya."

He didn't like surprises, but truly appreciated Rob's effort for planning them without giving him anxiety. They'd been roommates for almost five years, they knew each other pretty well and had learned the hard way how to navigate each other’s personalities with minimal harm. It was pretty good now.

itch, pull, itch, pull

He got home and the smell of cheddar invaded his nostrils. He went straight to his room to get rid of the damn shirt before anything else could happen. If he wanted to act like a person, he needed that fucker off right now.

Relief

Once he was properly dressed, he walked inside the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck, and peeked inside the pot on the stove: cheesy ground beef pasta.

Rob had learned how to cook it last month and now was obsessed, cooking it at least once a week. He didn't mind, ground beef was pretty much the only beef he would willingly eat. The texture wasn't as bad as literally everything else.

"Ah ha ha!" Rob said behind him. "I hope you're hungry, because that," he pointed at the pot, "has to go tonight."

They sat down to eat mostly in silence. Well, he was in silence, Rob only stopped talking to chew his food, but it was nice. Surprisingly enough, the constant chatter of his roommate calmed him down. He didn't even notice when his hand stopped tingling or when his neck no longer felt like burning. He was focused on the sound around him, the taste of tomato sauce and cheddar in his mouth, and the soft fabric of his favorite shirt against his skin. He took a long, calming breath, and pushed his empty plate away from him.

"Good?" Rob asked, smiling.

"Really good."

Rob lifted his open palm, waiting for a high-five. After considering it for a moment, he complied. Rob trapped his hand and tangled their fingers together, shaking both their hands like they were celebrating something. He let him.

His mom was the only one who still held his hand way into adulthood, whether because the both of them were clinging to his lost childhood or because she knew about the bad habit of his of crossing the streets like a deer caught in the headlights: zero caution whatsoever and a complete inability to calculate how long it'll take a car to get to where he was. It didn't feel like thousands of microscopic ants were crawling up his hand when she held it, nor did it happen when she hugged him, that was why she was the only person he could find comfort in when he was feeling overwhelmed. But she wasn’t around anymore.

The ants didn't invade him either when Rob touched him. He liked it when Rob touched him.

"Sarah lent me her macaroni salad recipe", Rob announced, still holding his hand. "And you, mister, are gonna be the first to try it once I figure out how to make it."

"I can hardly wait," he replied, emotionless.

... Okay, he did actually want to try it. He only hoped Rob found another hobby where they didn't have to wash so many dishes.

FIN

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Total Drama Changes: Action and TDA Special/Between Action and World Tour

Part 2. First I did Island and the special, along with a bit of the stuff that I imagine happens between seasons. And as a slight warning, I’ve never actually fully watched Action and only really know what I know from reviews and reading stuff on wikis/TV Tropes. Also, remember that this isn’t necessarily going to be changing every single tiny issue I have, but the ones that particularly stand out to me. Even still, this one is probably going to end up being on the long side.

Now, to begin with the changes actually made to Action (not including changes that happened in the Island special, such as Cody, Tyler, and Courtney being on the cast from day one of the new series):

Geoff and Bridgette don’t constantly make out. They’re still definitely the most openly and physically affectionate of the couples on the show (though the others still show love among them), but they’re able to go more than like five seconds without their lips apparently being magnetized to each other. 

Because Geoff and Bridgette don’t make out enough to annoy everyone else into kicking them off, there’s not a double elimination and they both would continue on the show for at least a little while.

There’s no jealousy on Trent’s part over the fact that Duncan and Gwen both like scary/alien movies, because Trent both has more faith in his girlfriend and realizes that just because two people have one thing in common, doesn’t mean they have a thing for each other.

Even besides the obvious change of Geoff, Bridgette, Cody, Tyler, and Courtney being included in the cast this time, the teams will be different. Haven’t fully decided if Gwen and Trent still pick their teams or if Chris does, or a mix of the two, but they will be different from the canon version.

Trent still gets booted early for “throwing challenges”. Difference is, here he doesn’t actually throw any; they simply lost, but Justin was able to convince enough of the others on the Grips that Trent was throwing challenges/sabotaging them that he got the boot during the elimination ceremony.

Courtney becomes the new Team Leader for the Grips following Trent’s elimination (to Justin’s annoyance)

Another change - when the original captains get eliminated, their spots are taken over by other team members.

The Aftermaths do still happen, but obviously Geoff and Bridgette aren’t the hosts, at least during Action. Not entirely sure who would host them in this season, so I’m open to suggestions.

Gwen stays on a bit longer, since she’s not basically forced to get herself booted to make up for Trent throwing challenges, though she’s still out at least a few episodes before the merge. 

Before Gwen’s elimination, her and Courtney do start to form a sort of friendship, albeit at this point it’s more just a case of them not really having too much of an issue with each other, and having a mutual friend in Bridgette. But it does lay the groundwork for the next season.

Haven’t totally decided the new elimination order, including where Bridgette, Geoff, Cody, Tyler, and Courtney would end up, though Bridgette, Geoff, and Courtney do all make it to the merge, or close to it.

OBeth gets voted off much earlier and doesn’t have that weird subplot of insisting she’s got a boyfriend while also flirting with basically every guy on the show.

Owen doesn’t come back after he’s eliminated, so the mole subplot either never happens or is done with another character. 

There’s a subplot with Harold and Heather forming a friendship of sorts and while it’s not the only cause, this is part of the catalyst for why LeShawna and Harold end up breaking up.

LeShawna does still say some bad things about the others while she’s on her spa day, though the tape everyone sees is a case of showing stuff out of context to both make it sound worse than it was, and remove any positive things she said. But she does still have to make amends to the remaining contestants. 

Because Owen got to keep his 100K from the previous season, his family doesn’t bankrupt themselves with the cheese-cellar, which adds to the reasoning for him not needing to come back.

Justin would actually be a bit more competent as an antagonist, though he’d still admittedly be weaker than Heather before him or Alejandro after. But because Courtney doesn’t replace him as the main antagonist, he’s able to grow a bit in the role. 

Haven’t fully decide the finalists besides Beth definitely not being one, but I do probably lean towards Lindsay being one of them, with the other plausibly being Harold, Duncan, or possibly Courtney

Speaking of which, Courtney and Lindsay would still have something of a rivalry, because you cannot convince me they’d be able to interact without there being any clashing, given their personalities

There wouldn’t be a vote to determine the winner - it’s just be a case of one person getting through the door slightly faster than the other. The Aftermath would still happen, but it’d basically just be an epilogue

Now for the stuff that would change from the Celebrity Manhunt Special....

Obviously the whole love triangle between Duncan, Courtney, and Gwen wouldn’t be a thing here, since Gwen and Trent never broke up in this version of “Action”

There also wouldn’t be the whole “jealous Bridgette” thing, or at the very least, she wouldn’t be violent about it? Maybe make some lighthearted jabs, but ultimately they’d make up with no major issues.

Duncan and Courtney might still break up, at least temporarily - partially because I can’t deny finding the whole thing of a custody debate over a raccoon kind of hilarious. Plus I still stick with my belief that they’d be the type of on-off couple who breaks up and gets back together every so often until finally deciding to actually stay together.

The Drama Brothers would still be a thing, but obviously the whole thing of Trent asking Justin to break up with his girlfriend wouldn’t happen

Also, Justin either wouldn’t be in the group or he would be in it, but that’d be a major source of conflict. Since in this version of “Action”, he was more of an actual villain than he was in canon

If Justin is in the group, he’d be the one insisting he should get a solo career, despite not having any actual musical talent. He’d literally just figure he’d be able to get by on his looks and having other people do things for him to make it seem like he’s got talent. 

The rest of the special probably wouldn’t change too much except for the end, where Trent, Katie/Sadie (not sure which one), Eva, and possibly Geoff would also be among the contestants taking part in World Tour. 

[whiteqnn]

PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot (Part 22)

Cillian Murphy

Previous parts here

⚠️ Warning: a little make out and smut

If you liked the Lake District, you will like this too (I think). Photo credits for the Blasket Islands: Expedia and Airbnb.

🌻 It took me a while to post this part because I know they -and you too- have been through a lot lately, so this getaway seemed to be perfect timing. If you enjoy this story remember I’d love to read your thoughts, ideas, suggestions 🤗

The flight from London to Dublin went smoothly, almost an hour, she now knew every gate at the airport, every store around. Walking past security, Yael called Cillian to let him know she arrived, now just needed to move around to the departure area to find him. When he told her over the phone that Frankie leaked the news on the internet of him having a baby, she knew she had to be there for him.

The previous night, she contacted her client to let her know she had an emergency -named Cillian-, and wanted to see if it was possible to reschedule the shooting. Fortunately, her client, Rochelle wanted to reschedule as well since she got some allergy and her skin was paying the price, they both agreed to talk again as soon as Yael was back from Dublin to check the dates again. It was perfect timing for her to pay Cillian a visit one more time.

There he was in a corner seat by a large window with a book in his hands. He was easy to spot, at least for her, Cillian had some kind of magnet that allowed her to wander around, but in the end, she found herself being pulled to him. As if sensing she was close, Cillian looked around, a wide smile spreading on his lips when their eyes locked.

“Hey… I missed you.” She pulled him for a hug, his hands ran up and down her back and he whispered that he missed her too. “And you too, you too my boy.” She told Scout, who was in the cage. Wriggling excitedly to see her.

“So, are you ready to finally go to Kerry?” He had his focus on her, as people walked from one gate to another.

“Been waiting for this.”

“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” He admitted.

After Cillian told her about the Frankie issue, and she suggested traveling for a quick visit, he asked if she was up for a last-minute getaway. It was an impulse, but he needed to go away.

“If you think about it too much, it spoils the fun.” She was excited to go to Kerry but mostly spend time with him.

“The flight straight to Kerry was longer right?” A small smile appeared as he passed his arm behind her, resting it on the top of her seat.

“Yeah, around five hours.”

Cillian’s eyes followed a plane that was taking off. “Just don’t expect much, I think the Lake District had more accommodations. And the place you found it’s only a little apartment.”

Yael shrugged. “I really don’t care.” Taking the book in his hand, she started to read the back cover. “Another murder?”

Blushing, he tried to defend himself. “The bookstand didn’t have a lot of options.”

“I’m not reading it this time, the last one you gave me, made me have nightmares for days.”

“Not my fault, you didn’t stop reading it.” He laughed a little, she missed that sound, with everything going on about the baby, he barely laughed these days.

Lifting her nose up, she admitted: “If I start a book I need to finish it, couldn’t live without know how it ends.”

He laughed again. Feeling more relaxed now that she was around.

“Got your crackers with cheddar cheese.” He got the package from his bag.

Thanking him, she went to wash her hands but as she approached him again, there was a couple standing next to Cillian.

“Everything okay?” She watched him while taking a bite of her cheddar cookie sandwich.

“Yes, just wanted to ask about the cage.”

As he was about to start teasing her for the cookies, their flight was announced over the speakers.

***

Given that it was a week day, they were allowed to find one of the three cottages available for their stay at the Blasket Islands. Just as Cillian told her, they had to bring food enough the two-day trip. Yael packed comfortable shoes, a rain coat and another things they might need, after the small boat stopped, the captain helped them on the dock, they decided to walk to their cottage after being on a plane and a ferry.

The view was absolutely breathtaking, Yael haven’t seen anything like this before, she couldn’t believe a place like this existed on earth.

“Are you feeling dizzy after the boat ride?” Noticing she was behind, Cillian stopped walking.

She shook her head. “Actually no, I was just admiring the view.”

“I know you like my ass, but can you keep moving? I want to piss.” That sounded more like him than he had been in last days. So, she hurried to his side in record time.

Scout trotting between them, tongue out.

“I love the fire place. Think it still works?”

With the smile she loved and made her knees go weak, he answered: “Only one way to find out.”

She was surprised to see him light the fire.

“What posh girl? Didn’t think I would be able to do it?” His smile grew bigger. “I did this with my dad for ages.” He winked at her.

“Look at this… like really look.” Taking a look outside, they had the sea in front of the property.

“I know, it’s beautiful.” Cillian wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting to make it last forever. “We can go for a walk at the beach if you want.”

“Yes, just let me take a shower first, after two flights and a ferry I need to get freshened up.”

“Need a hand with that?” He asked with an eyebrow arched.

“Why are you even asking that? Of course I do.”

***

“Are you sleeping?” He asked after feeling her relaxed breathing against his chest, couldn’t see her face since Yael was sitting between his legs facing the sea.

“Mhmm… no. I was just away in dreamland.” The sunset had the most beautiful colors, the sky in tones oranges and pink, the moon about to show up.

With his arms hugging her tight, Cillian kissed her hair, until Yael turned her head around to find his lips.

Planting gentle kisses, without breaking their union, Yael turned her body around to face him. Feeling complete in his arms, their lips speaking a language of its own, showing the other how much they meant, dancing in sync.

“When was the last time you were here?”

Cillian placed a lock of hair behind her ear. “A long, long time ago.” He smiled as the memories appeared in the back of his mind, like a movie. “The last time I came there wasn’t electricity, there are modern accommodations now.”

Scout sighed loudly next to them, he had been running all day long.

“This place is how I got this.” He pointed at the back of his head, his Peaky cut barely covering a small scar.

“I was running around, slipped and my head hit one of the pointed stones, the owner of the place sew me because there were no boats around to take me back to the town until the next day.” Yael was speechless. “She was a nurse, knew what she was doing.”

“At least you didn’t faint or lost a lot of blood.” She caressed his head gently.

“I was so scared, I think I paralyzed myself the blood from coming out.” He chuckled.

Yael smiled at the sight of Cillian smiling. “But you didn’t slow down, did you?”

“We would come here during the summer breaks, both my parents were teachers, since they were always busy during school days, we would spend some quality time here, my brother and I would run all over the beach chasing after the birds and the seals.” His eyes seemed bluer, if possible with the sunlight. Or maybe it was the spark was over the memories. “I remember one time I told one of my sisters a seal took Pad to the sea, he was hiding and fell asleep on the beach, behind a rock, but my sister freaked out and started crying, she told my mum and she made the guards look for my brother for hours.” He laughed.

“What happened then? He was sleeping all that time?” She saw Cillian nod. “And for how long did you keep the lie?” Yael could imagine the chaos and worry of looking after a missing child.

She loved listening to his childhood memories.

“A couple of hours, he woke up and one of the guards found him.”

“You are terrible! Tell me what happened next, did you get scold for that?”

The smile reached his eyes. “He never told my parents it was me who suggested him hiding.”

“You got away with it since you were a kid.” Yael took one of the strawberries she cut for their picnic, there were sandwiches, cookies, fruit, lemonade…

“Gimme.” He pointed at her mouth and pressed his lips against hers, his mouth open, his tongue invading, until he reached the slice of fruit and she passed it to his tongue. “And no… I don’t always get away with it.” Looking into the sea, he admitted out loud something that had been on his mind. “You have no idea how much I wish the baby was yours.” Touching her cheek, he leaned in to brush her lips slightly, he meant what he said.

“Me too, trust me.”

She had thought about it too, she had imagined how it would feel to have his little seed inside of her, growing. But adding another baby right now into an already complicated situation would be a bad idea. Yael hugged him, breathing in his scent. The sound of the waves crashing down the shore was the perfect background music.

“My mum showed up before I went to the airport.” Yael broke away from his embrace. Things were tense between Cillian and his mother the last time they were together, she told him it would be a mistake leaving that child without a family. “She wanted to apologize to you, asked me to tell you she is sorry for the way she reacted.”

“The next time you call her, please tell her there is no nothing to apologize for, we all had a hard time digesting the news.”

Cillian smiled. “I told her you would say that.”

“She finally made peace with the fact that you aren’t marrying her?”

“My dad played a big part in that, but she understands this isn’t something she can decide, she can be part of it, but that’s different.”

Rubbing his shoulders and arms she encouraged him. “I knew it was a matter of time. And I’m glad you two left that behind.”

“She still is having a hard time with the raising the baby part, there isn’t a divorce in the close family and to have a child without being married is something she will need more time to deal with.”

“Why do I have the feeling you are the rebel of your family?”

“Because I am?” He laughed as they strolled back to the cottage. “When I told them about the pregnancy, I went back in time to when I told them I was leaving law school to pursue my acting career. I thought they were having a heart attack.”

Back in the cottage, the room was warm thanks to the fire he lighted. Scout went straight to his bowl of water and walked to the room to rest. Cillian beckoned her to come close, sitting on the floor over some cushions.

“Can I ask you something hoping you are totally honest with me?” His eyes searching for the answer in hers.

“Always.”

“I know you chose to be with me… despite all.” Cillian looked down, at the union of their hands. “But do you really think this is something we can do together? Are you willing to share with me the co-parenting of this child? I don’t want this to be something for a short period of time Yael, I want us to be together well, for as long as life allows us to be.” His voice deep, honesty in every word. “And I don’t mean to make it sound like trying to put some pressure on you, but you know, this is not a game for me, I know exactly what I want for my future; you.”

“I want you too, Cill, now and for as long as I live.” She kissed him softly and moved away a little to look into his eyes. “And I’m going to love that child with all my heart. As if the baby were mine.” She wanted to tell him about her dad, he didn’t know yet Bryan wasn’t her biological father, she wanted him to understand why it was so easy for her to say those words and actually mean it, because she experienced that kind of love for most of her life. But she didn’t want to ruin their beautiful moment with the tragedy hidden behind that story; the accident her biological father caused for his irresponsibility the day he decided to drink and drive while part of his family was in the car with him. An accident that almost left her unable to walk again, and how it made her mum make the decision to divorce her father. She wasn’t ready yet to pour that part of her soul out to him.

Tonight was about his happy memories on the island. Of the happy memories they were creating together. They both wanted to left behind the baby drama, the incident with the photographer and the confrontation with his mother. She, on the other hand wanted to leave behind the pain the absence of her father caused for years.

No, that night was about them, about their love, how much they meant to each other. And that is exactly what she was showing him. Yael took the lead, on her knees in front of him she got rid of his jacket and shirt, quickly making Cillian lie on his back on the floor to take off his jeans and briefs while she kissed his chest. Making up for the time they had to be apart. Her clothes following, once completely naked she found the condom in his jacket, they had been using them since the pregnancy news.

Opening the package with her teeth, Yael smirked as she took his shaft in her hand to put on the condom. Cillian gasped and closed his eyes at the now familiar contact of her hands on him, she knew how and where to touch him to make him go wild. Bringing her to his lap, his fingertips started tracing lazy circles on her opening making her close her eyes while her mouth hung open. Yael didn’t need much preparation, it took only one look, one touch from him to start a fire in her he was the only one able to extinguish.

Their chests touching, his hands sinking on the skin of her hips guiding the movements up and down on him, the perfect rhythm, the perfect pace, just like they both wanted. She was lost in thoughts watching him disappear inside of her body. Moaned in pleasure every time he got all the way in and sighed in disagreement every time she was moved upwards, as she felt empty inside.

“Look at me.” His words like a soft whisper, it could have been a pleading, or an order. But she looked into his eyes and after a few minutes of holding his intense gaze, Yael leaned in to capture his mouth. Cillian sped up his thrusts meeting her hips every time she moved down, one of his hands traveled north, his thumb deliberately touching under her breast, outlining the curve. Yael threw her head back, giving him access to pleasure her upper body part with his mouth. Cillian took the invitation and alternated between each breast, kissing, nibbling, feeling them bouncing against him just to instants later, pull her back, her chest against his, their lips found one more time, the new angle hitting the soft spot inside of her, again and again, until she saw stars and exploded around him. Panting, he felt his release fill the condom.

Both of them surfing through the little waves of pleasure shaking their bodies until it subsided completely. Cillian kissed her shoulder, moving along to the point where it joined her neck, then up her jaw and chin, until his lips reached her mouth.

“I love you.” He whispered wrapping his arm around her back to hold her body.

Yael was still trying to come down from her high. His words, the way he touched her feeling like too much, there was only one possible answer to all of that… “I love you more.”

***

“What kind of coffee do you want? Black or super black?” He smiled while taking a seat in front of her at the picnic table.

“Super black.” There was something magical about the island, everything was so rustic, so basic, that it made her think if she really needed of all the things she had back home. “This island and the Lake District are the happiest I have been.”

“Don’t insist too much, I’m so close to start looking for a desert island.”

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Are we going to start with the thank yous? Because I have a long list.” She took a bite of her toast outside the small café. “But thank you really, for making my life better, for helping me carry the burden.”

“Isn’t it how it’s supposed to be?”

Covering her hand with his, he smiled. It was, but he was still grateful with her.

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

[zuko-always-lies]

Ty Lee is a Free Spirit, but She Doesn’t Value Freedom

It’s a common assumption that Ty Lee values freedom above all else and doesn’t like being controlled. However, this is heavily contradicted by Ty Lee’s actual actions and behavior.

To start off, Ty Lee is a free spirit.  As Azula’s comments reveal, running away to join the circus is extremely abnormal behavior for a Fire Nation noble girl, and most people in that category would never, ever consider it.

However, that does mean that Ty Lee actually values personal freedom. Although she preferred staying at the circus to joining Azula’s mission, Ty Lee seems to be perfectly happy acting in a subordinate role once she’s forced into joining. There are even a couple scenes where Ty Lee clearly acts in anticipation of what Azula’s orders might be(in “The Guru” and “Boiling Rock, Part II”), rather than waiting for Azula’s orders. Ty Lee only becomes uncomfortable with the control Azula exerts over her and Mai when Mai dangerously pushes the boundaries.

Then we get “The Beach.” I’ll only very briefly mention that in the one scene there were Azula acts in a very controlling manner, Ty Lee seem perfectly happy to comply with Azula’s wishes.  More importantly, this is what Ty Lee says when she airs her deepest issues:

Ty Lee: Do you have any idea what my home life was like, growing up with six sisters (cut to shot of Ty Lee) who look exactly like me? (she stands up) It was like, I didn't even have my own name. (she falls to the ground crying) I joined the circus because I was scared of spending the rest of my life as part of a matched set. At least, I'm different now. (close shot of teary-eyed Ty Lee) Circus freak is a compliment! Mai: (sarcastically) Guess that explains why you need 10 boyfriends, too. (Cut to shot of Ty Lee looking angrily toward Mai and putting her hands on her hips) Ty Lee: I'm sorry, what? Mai: Attention issues. You couldn't get enough attention when you were a kid, so (looking downward) you're trying to make up for it now.

Note that Ty Lee’s issues don’t center around needing freedom or disliking being controlled, they center around needing attention and wanting to be unique.

Finally, Ty Lee ends ATLA’s narrative by joining the Kyoshi Warriors, a hierarchical group of child soldiers, presumably in the most junior position. This strongly suggests that she doesn’t mind being ordered around.

Is there one of the Dangerous Ladies who heavily values freedom?

The Beach:

Mai: (Cut to wide shot of the four of them. Mai lays back carelessly on the rock she is sitting on) What do you want from me? You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. (close shot of Mai) I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted. As long as I behaved...(cut to shot of the clouds above) and sat still...and didn't speak unless spoken to. (cut to shot of Zuko listening) My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. (Cut to wide shot of the four of them around the fire) We had my Dad's political career to think about. Azula: Well, that's it, then. (close-up shot on Azula) You had a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself. Mai: (close shot of Mai) You want me to express myself? (she stands and yells) Leave me alone!

Return to Omashu:

Mai: There really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place. (Cut to a wider shot to show Mai walking next to an older woman carrying a baby. They are being escorted by Fire Nation guards down a tunnel or passage.) Governor's Wife: Mai, your father was appointed governor. We're like royalty here. Be happy, and enjoy it.

Later:

Mai: (somewhat surprised) I thought you ran off and joined the circus? You said it was your calling. Ty Lee: (releasing Mai and smiling widely) Well, Azula called a little louder. Azula: I have a mission (she puts one of her hands on each of their shoulders) and I need you both. Mai: Count me in. Anything to get me out of this place.

Yes, but it’s Mai who values freedom and doesn’t like being controlled.

[lizzielikeborden]

Broken

Request: Yes

Authors Note: This took so long to put together, but I am happy with how it turned out.

Summary: Neither of you have good families, but Rafe doesn't know that until bad things happen.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, violence, abuse, angst, and lots of feelings.

Kook king Rafe Cameron, the one that they never thought could be truly wanted by anyone. The one that everyone close had whispered about how the older Rafe got the more of an issue he would become. As a child, he had violent tendencies and acted out more than the other kids did. Such as when the Camerons would throw huge birthday parties for Sarah and Rafe would be allowed one or two friends. Since your parents were great friends with Ward and Rose you would be invited outside of who Sarah wanted or who Rafe wanted. Anyway, at these parties Rafe was generally very quiet, he rarely interacted with anyone except the friends he invited and you because you would approach him. But then all of a sudden Ward would come around him and speak to him or take him away in private. When he would come back from that or Ward would leave he would get up and go stand near some people talking. But if anyone he didn’t like wouldn’t leave him alone he would yell at them rudely. Or worse he would throw objects at other kids or smack them. Most of the time you would beat Ward to him and try to settle him down or at least move the person he was being awful to away from Rafe. But every single time Ward would take him away from everyone else and he wouldn’t be seen for the rest of the party. At least not by people who stayed at the party. Sometimes you would sneak off and see Rafe, usually, he was crying or even just sitting somewhere with the most blankly sad look on his face. You never approached him because you didn’t wanna upset him but the next time you saw him, even if he was mean you would be as nice as you could be to him.

That is just one clear example that something was wrong with him at least to the blind eyes of others. But you never saw Rafe’s “problems” as something that was Rafe’s fault. You very specifically blamed Ward for Rafe’s mental health and how he handled his issues. Being friends with Rafe since you were little made you realize this. Growing up with each other the two of you were incredibly close. Though he didn’t talk to you about his family or home life you were around all of them enough to know what was going on. The two of you were constantly around each other because of how close your parents were. You were almost always at one another's house as your families had weekly got together and “play dates” for you all. Not only that but your families vacationed together, and anywhere your parents went so did you. You were like the entertainment for the Cameron children. The older you and Rafe got the more your friendship grew into an irreplaceable bond, and eventually that bond turned into a romance.

The day Rafe asked you out you were only fifteen, the two of you were on a walk, something was going down in the Cameron house and Rafe had come knocking on your door. He didn’t specify what happened at home but didn’t seem too upset about it. On your walk Rafe kept going quiet and not talking, assuming something was going wrong you also fell silent trying to give him space. That was until you had made a huge circle back to your house, and Rafe screamed the words “I’ve had a huge crush on you since you were little, and it's unfair that all of these other dudes get to take you out on dates and I have to sit here and fucking watch you. You just look so happy, so goddamn happy, and then they hurt you and then I am always here to help you through it when I could be the one actually with you.” That day you walked home with a boyfriend who you could have and keep.

Ever since that day the two of you were an inseparable couple, no matter what happened you were always by each other's sides, and that stood strong. Which would then lead to Rafe showing up at your house at random hours or days without texting or calling. But all for a very reasonable purpose...

Doing dishes was not your favorite chore, in fact, it was one of your least favorite. This was because family members in your home did not properly clear their plates before putting them in the sink. So they were absolutely disgusting. Midday they had all left to go to the beach leaving you behind to clean up after lunch. Listening to music and gagging you continued on, but you didn’t hear the door to your left open. All you knew was that whoever put the ketchup on their plate and did not properly clean it off was gonna get their plate launched at their head when they came back. Well, they would’ve if you wouldn’t have broken it when a hand landed on your shoulder. Spinning around the sight before you made you sick to your stomach.

“Rafe? What the fuck? Is this yours?” You touched his shirt, his face was calm but tear-stained, streaks of blood were fresh on his hands, and his pupils were extremely dilated. Bloodstained the left side of his shirt and was cascading down the side of his face from the top of his head. Suddenly his hand on your shoulder loosened and he wobbled.

“Shit Rafe, oh my god, I- hey babe. Rafe.” You put your hands on his shoulders and moved him to the couch as quickly as the two of you could manage.

Stumbling over his wobbly body, furniture, and lose objects that laid on the ground you got him to sit. Holding his head up with both your hands he looked at you directly in the eyes. The sadness and shock in his eyes pierced you hard. He moved his arms up and grabbed your hands to stay where they were. Wordlessly tears fell from his eyes and he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Rafe, you need to let me fix this.” You whispered as your voice cracked, the moment you went to pull back he used what strength he had in his shaky limbs to pull you forward. Wrapping his arms around you he put his head into your chest and sobbed. You could hear him choking on his air and feel the blood from his forehead soaking into your thin shirt touching your skin. His grip around your body tightened as you put your hands around his neck and kissed his hair.

“Rafe please, you’re bleeding.” Rubbing his back and talking softly into his ear he slowly dropped his arms from around you. His head lifted from your chest and hung down as if he was ashamed for the crying he was doing. As if it was something he wasn’t supposed to do like he deserved whatever had happened.

Moving back slowly, making sure he wasn’t going to topple over forward silent tears rolled down your cheeks. You did not wanna leave him there crying, but he couldn’t just continue to sit there with a gaping gash in his head. With one more kiss to his head, which was now in his hands as he continued to cry more silently, you ran out of the room and into the hall closet where the first aid kit was. Digging past towels and containers full of different objects you found the big first aid kit that had never been used and ran back out to Rafe not caring if the closet's entrails were all over the floor. Coming back over to him he was still sobbing, but the depth of the crying had changed. It sounded as if it had gone from sadness into anger, the way he was breathing, the tight grip on his hair, the sound of his teeth grinding in his jaw. This had Ward Cameron written all over it. Rafe was not a crier by any means. He had gotten into plenty of useless fights before and gotten hurt in an accident. Not one tear was shed when he showed up to be fixed up from those kinds of incidents. Taking a deep breath in your arms were shaking in anger, and you blinked back more tears and swallowed the words you wanted to say. Moving back over to Rafe you put your hands over his face. Running your hands over his fingers that were digging into his skin you gave him the time and option to move them. Then you lifted his head up, exhausted and breathing heavily he stared right at you. Breaking your gaze from him you sat the kit next to him on the couch opening it. Taking off your shirt you wet it with some of the water bottles that were left on the coffee table. Then you gently dabbed it on his head assessing if he would need to go in for stitches or not. Thank god it’s just a big cut and not a deep one. Dabbing blood off his forehead with your shirt you wiped some of the excess blood off his forehead. You took out an ice pack that required you to squish it to be cold. Once it was cold you placed it on his head and held it there with one hand and with the other went through the rest of the kit. Grabbing a big bandaid and some wound cleaner you moved the ice pack off his forehead.

“This might burn or maybe sting a little bit.” You caressed his cheek gently and kissed the top of his head next to his wound. Rafe’s face hadn’t changed or moved the entire time. He just kept his hands resting on your hips rubbing his thumbs over your hip bones.

When you put some of the creams on his forehead the grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly. You could hear him take a deep breath in. Continuing to put the cream over his cut gently, Rafe coughed a little bit and spoke

“My dad, he did this, but it was all my fault. He asked me to do something and I totally forgot about it.” His voice was small, he studied the floor next to his face. Rafe’s jaw clenched after speaking, a vein in his neck popped out, and he began to turn red.

“Hey, Rafe Cameron, do not talk about yourself like that. I don’t wanna upset you or cross any boundaries but Ward is always asking you to do unnecessary shit. Even when you’re not doing well or you have other things to do which he also expects you to do.” Placing the large bandaid over his cut you kneeled down and placed your hands on his cheeks, “He expects you to bend and break at his will to do his bidding, fix his shit, and pretty much treats you like garbage any other time. Rafe, you do not deserve that at all, not a single bit of it.” You swiped tears from his cheeks as they fell down his face as he took a shaky deep breath in.

Silently Rafe stood up, you expected him to leave thinking that you had crossed some sort of line. Your tone was filled with anger but it wasn’t directed towards Rafe in any way. You took a step back from him and immediately pulled him into his body. Wrapping his arms tightly around you you got goosebumps from his rings touching your exposed skin. Rafe put his face in your hair and kissed your forehead lightly. The two of you stood there for a while as he rocked the two of you back and forth gently. When he finally pulled away he sat down on the couch and pulled you down with him.

“Your words hurt me, but it wasn’t because they were wrong. It’s because you’re right. My dad does expect me to do those things, and he doesn’t treat me right. He doesn’t treat me like Sarah or Wheezie. I thought it was because he wanted better of me. But Christ Sarah does nothing but the opposite of what he wants her to and she’s still treated like a princess when she comes around. I do everything he asks me to and I get nothing but shit. I just want him to be proud of me. I just want him to fucking love me.” Rafe was leaning forward and the more he spoke the more he raised his voice. His hands were now digging into his hair as his legs shook.

“I’m sorry honey.” You put a hand on his back moving it up and down. He jumped up from his seat and looked down at where you sat. “Do you just wanna go to my room? Lay down? Relax?” You got up and walked over to him as he paced the floor. Rafe’s eyes popped up at you and he nodded his head.

Rafe spent the rest of the week at your house, since your dad was constantly working and your mother used his money to go do extravagant shit with her friends no one was really around. Your family had never been well connected and never bonded. The only time you were together was when you were forced to be. So Rafe spending the night, going everywhere with you, and only leaving your side to hang out with friends was not an issue at all. After that week he left and went back home, there were of course other episodes where he had to come back and stay because of his father. But, you were always there for him and always allowed him to use your space and make it his own as well. What hurt worse was that he always seemed to miss the times where you were having issues. You were different from Rafe, there was no way you were gonna show up after you didn’t meet your parent's incredibly hard expectations and they hurt you. It just wasn’t the way things worked, you didn’t wanna stress him out even further, and you knew that you could handle his problems. It’s how the two of you stayed so strong together.

Weeks had passed and Rafe had invited you to come with him to a party on Saturday night, which he always had done. The only problem with this was that your family was home with each other and had been all week. Tensions were much too high so asking questions or making any missteps could not happen without consequence. So you told Rafe that it was a maybe and that if you were there you’d probably be late. As you and your parents sat down for dinner your mother immediately rose from the table. Which caused your father to drink his entire glass of wine (which he was forced to have because it ‘went with dinner’).

“Here is the first course of dinner. It's all laid out exactly how it should be eaten.” She had every single plate laid out in the middle of the table from left to right. Sitting down, her eyes immediately went over to the empty glass that once was filled with expensive red wine.

After hearing her speak and seeing her look at the wine glass he reached for the bottle again, getting more to drink. Then her eyes shifted to you, you weren’t exactly hungry since you didn’t really eat any of the food in front of you. But knew that if you didn’t at least put it on your plate you would be in trouble of some sort. Getting some duck breast and light serving of the sauce she made, you sat and picked at your food. The table was dead silent, your mom had not put a single piece of food on her plate, your father had just sat and drunk wine, and you had scooted your duck around the entire plate.

“Honey, are you going to get any food?” She shifted in her seat, her entire body now facing your father.

“Not hungry.” He looked up at her once just to go back to drinking his wine and then he made the mistake of taking out his phone.

Slamming her wine glass down at the table, your mother raised her voice slightly keeping her tone calm, “There are no phones at the dinner table, this is a family meal.”

“Damnit Y/M/N, I am a grown man who owns this house, I can be on my phone when I please. I can drink my wine and not eat as well.” He slammed his phone into the table harder than she had in her wine glass.

That is where the fight broke out, your mother angry that he wasn’t following the rules and that she had cooked an entire meal for him to just say he’s not hungry. Your father, angry that he couldn’t have a single peaceful day in his own home and that he shouldn’t have to follow rules. There you sat watching their competing voices get louder and their gestures get bigger. Though you weren’t involved it didn’t stop them from doing all of it directly in front of you. After a few minutes, you put your phone in your lap and saw that Rafe had texted you. But before you could even read the texts he sent you had a glass flying right past your head.

“So you’re too good for your mothers' rules?” Your father was now standing from where he sat. This was what happened when they couldn’t resolve their own useless conflicts. It became your fault.

“No- I didn’t mean-” Before you could even finish your sentence he made his way around the table. Moving away from him there was no way you wanted to have to suffer for something you didn’t even start.

His hand constricted around your throat as he pinned you to the wall. His fingers were digging into the right side of your neck. He wasn’t trying to do anything else but put you in pain, yelling at you some more directly in your face he continued to slam your head and upper body into the wall over and over again. By the time he was done he simply grabbed his jacket, car keys, and left. This then lead your mother to say,

“Oh, good job Y/N you got your father to leave. Fantastic job.” She rolled her eyes and got your plate off the table, dropping it hard on your head as she walked by you sitting down on the floor against the wall.

Getting up from your place on the floor, you grabbed your phone and went to your room locking the door behind you. Rafe had just sent details for the time of the party and that he wouldn’t be on his phone because he was on a family outing. The common rule between your two houses was that there were no phones when the whole family was together. Shutting off your light, your head was absolutely pounding. So, you chose to go to bed early and get some rest. Allowing your mother to have her space and be drunk everywhere else.

It’s okay, I won’t be on my phone either, I’m going to bed. Love you goodnight. - You, 7:14 PM

With that, you rolled over, plugged in your phone, and went to sleep.

Saturday night rolled around fast, luckily your father never came back home from that night and your mother hadn’t even taken the time to sleep in the house. As you got ready you noticed how your father's grip had caused fingerprint contusions on your neck. Not thinking much else about it, you decided to wear your hair down.

Once you got to the party Rafe was the first one to greet you with a big grin on his face and a red cup in his hand.

“Glad you could come, but uh you aren’t late.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and shaking you a bit like the two of you made your way to the party.

“Yeah turns out my little family got together only lasted until Friday, dad had to go back to work.” You lied and leaned into him more thinking about what had really happened. Guilt painted up in your gut knowing damn well he would’ve just told you if the same thing happened to him.

“Ah cool, here try this Topper made it himself.” Cringing at the idea that one of those idiotic boys had tried to make something, you took a sip tilting your head back to try and make it go down. What you didn’t know was that the hair protecting your bruises had fallen from its place. Rafe was staring directly at them.

“That tastes like what I imagine in those containers marked hazardous taste like on the inside.” You moved to spit around in your mouth thinking about how you were gonna get that rancid taste out of your mouth. Rafe’s eyes just looked at your neck until you turned and looked at him.

“Yeah. I gotta go.” He didn’t take his cup back, his smile had dropped, and he had left you standing there.

For the rest of the night, you chased around Kelce and Topper’s girlfriends or maybe they were just a few night flings. But nonetheless, they provided you with a fun time, not the same as Rafe but a decent distraction from Rafe’s earlier behavior that was unexplained to you. So as you partied the night away you kept spotting Rafe in the corner of your eye. He seemed angry at something but his friends tried their best to cheer him up. But to no avail. Eventually, the party died down and you saw Rafe walk to his car without even trying to say goodbye. So, you left the girls and told them you were heading home. Which wasn’t a total lie but instead decided to chase Rafe down.

“Hey what’s wrong?” You walked up to him before he could open the car door to leave. His grip on the car door tightened and then loosened in one sudden move.

“Really? What’s fucking wrong?” His demeanor turned slightly violent towards you as his stance changed from the normally open one you were used to to a more standing over you one. His fists were clenched at his sides.

“I-I don’t understand. You left me standing there so I went and played nice with other girls.” You took a step back from him, your eyebrows were knotted together in the middle.

“Yeah, you fucking slept with someone else. I should’ve known the parents' excuse was absolute bullshit.” He hit the car door violently with his elbow after he said the last few words.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Your eyes widened, you couldn’t figure out where a rumor like that could’ve come from or where something like that would even come from.

“Oh, I don’t know the hickeys all over your neck that you didn’t even care to hide with makeup. Clearly, you aren’t ashamed of them.” He was now looking down at his feet with his hand against his lip.

“They aren’t hickeys.” Your voice lowered knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck are they?” He stepped forward towards you brushing hair over your shoulder exposing the bruises on your neck.

You choked on your words, there was no way you could tell him what really happened. Biting your bottom lip you looked at the ground. One of your legs was shaking uncontrollably and tears were welling in your eyes ready to fall over the edges of your bottom lid.

“Didn’t fucking think so. I hope you feel bad, you fucking deserve to cry. Cheat on me, after all, I have done for you. To think we’ve been together this long and this is the respect you show me. Don’t bother giving me my shit back or contacting me again. We’re done.” He nodded and got in his car driving away.

The following week was the hardest of your life since Rafe. Your father had come back home, he and your mother refused to be in the same room. That didn’t stop them from taking out their frustrations on you. On top of that, you did nothing but cry whether it was because of what happened with Rafe and how he hadn’t contacted you once. Or your parents throwing shit at you, hitting you, or screaming in your face over things you couldn’t control or had no part in. But, it was Friday, and they were going out with some friends so they were playing nice with each other. Until they were in the driveway and you had to help put some food your mother made and alcohol your father had bought into the car.

“Okay I put it all in the trunk, you guys are good to go.” You walked back up the driveway from the trunk of the car. Your stressed eyes could barely stay open and your legs were so tired from lack of sleep and full-body nutrients. Placing your hands in the large hoodie pocket your mother put a tight hand on your shoulder.

“You did what?!” Your mother's eyes popped out of her head the moment you were done speaking. A car pulled up next to the mailbox which made your anxiety spark. Not only did that mean something bad was gonna happen in front of a stranger but if it ruined their reputation at all you were done for.

“I-I put it in the trunk.” You stared back at her as she took a step forward towards you, slapping you as hard as she could. The metal of the inside of her ring stung against your sting.

“Y/N, you know better you’re supposed to go get one of the holders and place the food in there and then get another one for the drinks. They were supposed to go in the backseat.” She screamed in your face as she shook her head and placed a hand on her forehead. “I guess if I want something to be done properly and not half-assed turned wrong I have to do it all myself.”

Without looking back at the embarrassment and a fresh handprint on your face you sprinted back into the house. Running as fast as you could you slammed your door shut, locking it, and pushing a chair from your vanity underneath the door handle. Sinking to the floor you screamed like someone had stabbed you and sobbed on the floor. Moments had passed and you got up to look out the window, their car was gone. Then a gentle knock buzzed through the room.

“NO FUCK OFF.” You screamed and threw a shoe at the door. There was no way you were gonna let either of them in, assuming one of them left the other behind. Which just meant you were gonna get whatever the other didn’t hear. Shit, why would you do that?

Shaking uncontrollably you rose from your seat on the floor and removed the chair from its position. You couldn’t manage to breathe. You knew what was coming as your shaky fingers unlocked the door.

“I’m sorry.” You wept taking shallow fast breaths in, covering your face by creating an X with your hands.

“Christ, are you okay?” Slowly you felt hands touching your arms and moving them down from their position over your face. There stood Rafe taking deep breaths, his worried eyes jumping around your entire body.

“I-I.” You couldn’t form a translatable sentence as you shook violently and continued to sob.

“Okay, okay.” He grabbed you gently by the forearms and moved you back to your bed. Rafe moved in between your legs.

“Hey, Y/N/? Can you lift your arms up? You’re getting way too hot.” He touched your beet-red cheek that had just been slapped and then switched over to touching your forehead like someone would if you were sick.

Nodding slowly you lifted your arms, he took off his hoodie from your shaking body. Rafe’s eyes widened seeing the bruises that were fresh on your ribs, and then his eyes wandered over to your neck where the bruises had turned more of green color. Grabbing your hands gently he looked up and down your arms, small and middle-sized bruises freckled across your arms. Knowing what he was doing and what he was seeing you hung your head and began to sob more violently. Swallowing he choked back a few stray tears kneeling down uncomfortably for him, he wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back slowly up and down.

“Breath, just take deep breaths, settle down, they left.” He kept repeating that into your ear, as well as many sweet whispers until you were finally breathing enough that you got cold chills on your arms.

Rising from his position on the floor unsteadily he sat next to you on the edge of your bed and guided you to sit between his legs as he scooted back until his back was touching the wall. He wrapped his arms around your front and held your hands in his.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t know. I should’ve known. I-” You cut him off, “No, I should’ve told you I just. I didn’t know how and I didn’t wanna stress you out more.” Leaning back into his chest you closed your eyes softly.

“Just, I love you okay? I take back what I said at the party. I’m always gonna be here no matter what happens to them.” He ran his hands over your knuckles and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, I can help you, I can keep you safe and I can always be here.”

“I love you too, Rafe Cameron.”

[mrpenguinpants]

Razor:  Jealous HCs

Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

[Masterlist]

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Razor:  Jealous HCs

Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.

Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.

God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.  

Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...

Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.

Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.

He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.

Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!

You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.

“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.

“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot. 

“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused! 

“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.

“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.

“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.

“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...

Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.

Yeah of course, friends always, you think

Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.

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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷

I’ve been listening to [  Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.

Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well. 

[taechaos]

Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

[memes-saved-me]

TW: Injury, homophobic slur

It was in fact Hopper who noticed first. The kids being too swept up in their own lives and school drama to see it. The subtle touches, the leaving early, the looks and gazes from across the room but most importantly the swapping of clothes. Just an odd shirt here or there, a jumper definitely owned by one of them on the other.

Little things no one else noticed or cared enough to connect. However, Jim had very basic training and the past few years had taught him how to collect clues, what to look for and more importantly come to conclusions.

A conclusion that confused him for longer than he would admit. Monsters and little girls in the woods was one thing, two teenage boys together was something he had never personally seen first hand. He had read the stories from the big cities of boys dying alone in hospitals after being abandoned by their parents, an act he didn't understand at all.

The thought of leaving your own child like that was something he could never do, no matter who they loved. You should feel lucky to have had so long with them, some parents lack such luck.

He had heard rumours from time to time, hushed whispers received with a gasp or a scowl. But never did he think the resident bad boy and the son of rich family up town to be what he had heard about from time to time.

Of course, he never said anything. His conclusions being just that, a theory with no actual proof. That was until one night the station received a call from a concerned neighbour on Old Cherry Road. Shouting and banging coming from next door.

He took it, knowing exactly who lived there and what went on but not having the chance to catch it in motion.

As he pulled up outside his concern rose significantly when he saw the familiar BMW parked on the curb. When he got near the front door he could hear the yelling, so loud he knocked to no answer.

"You think you can just walk away after coming into my house and-," Hopper kicked open the front door to find a scene he had feared as the worst.

Neil Hargrove had Steve Harrington by his hair only a few inches from the coffee table's edge, bloody to the point of unrecognisable. His hands limp on the top in an attempt to push back against the force of being smashed into the wood. Billy Hargrove was close by, crawling towards them on his front.

Everything froze as he took it in, as Neil Hargrove's perfect family man image crumbles. His grip loosened on Steve's hair, allowing for him to slide down to the rug and lie flat on his back as he coughed up blood. Billy still moving to get to him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he reached out to grab his shoulder and pull him up right.

"This boy came in here and attacked me," Neil lied. "I had to defend myself."

"That's bullshit," Jim spat at him and moved to grab his arm. "You're a piece of shit father who doesn't deserve the right to even be called one."

As Hopper pushed him up against the wall he looked back at the two of them to see Steve lying in Billy's lap, cheek pressed tightly to his temple as he held him close. Steve practically unconscious as Billy tried to keep him awake.

"Look at them! They're just some fags who need dealt with," he tried to get out of Jim's grip but it wasn't happening.

"You better shut the fuck up," he pulled him off the wall and turned him around to hand cuff him. He pulled out his walkie. "I'm gonna need an ambulance at 5280 Old Cherry and a back up vehicle."

"I haven't done anything," Neil squirmed but Hopper didn't budge. "You'll be fired for this."

"Oh, trust me I won't."

Billy was whispering in Steve's ear, something too quiet for Jim to hear but he didn't want to. It was for Steve, not him. Still he held Neil there until the back up arrived and handed him over to them before going over to speak to them before the ambulance arrived.

"Hey, you got any family near by or a place to stay," he asked Billy.

"He's all I got," he replied with a wince, hands still wrapped around Steve with no sign of letting go.

"You wanna stay with me? At least for tonight because the hospital waiting room ain't the place for those bruises."

"What?" Billy's eyes widened. "I'm not leaving him."

"Alright but they're just gonna send you home and keep him in so its the waiting room or a bed," Hopper told him and watched as he looked down at Steve's blood covered face and hair before turning back to him.

"You don't care that we're..."

"Look, kid I don't care about any of that shit. There's bigger issues in this town than two teenage boys being gay," he rolled his eyes slightly. "Do you want a bed for the night?"

"Yes," he said. "Please."

Hopper watched as Steve was lifted into the back of the ambulance, Billy hesitating beside him the entire time. His hand clearly wanting to reach out and hold Steve's but too scared to do so in front of so many people. Still he climbed inside and sat down as the paramedic focused on Steve.

He followed them to the hospital and waited around until Steve was cleaned up and the nurse informed him he would be fine but needed some stitches and a hell of a lot of pain relief. Max ran in at one point wanting to know what was going on. Her mother having gone to the police station instead.

Later on as the early hours of the morning began to pass by Billy appeared and followed Hopper out of the hospital and into his truck. Face cleaned and taped up in various places with an ice pack under his arm against his ribs as they drove in silence. El preparing his bed for Billy as they made the drive to his cabin.

That was when he knew for a fact this was not the last time he would have to deal with the the two teenage boys he now could for sure call a couple. A couple who would face hell and had already, but he would be damned if he didn't make sure they made it out alive. Together and not alone because it was a privilege to be a parent, even to someone else's child.

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 1: Inc*st🧡

Really starting off strong huh lol anyway, this is very background heavy (I don’t know what happened but now I’m obsessed) and I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: inc*st, nff, father/son (but they don’t know), Peter is 18 and an intern at SI, brief substance ab*se mention (and impaired s*x, not between starker)

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

There was always room for accident, though.

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

He never had sex without multiple levels of protection. And he was famous enough that people rarely tried to argue against it. Sleeping with him at all fulfilled what they wanted.

So things were perfectly fine. He never had an issue, he was always completely safe with his partners.

Except for this one night.

He was in a self-destructive episode, in the downward spiral before he hit rock bottom. Mixed every possible substance that shouldn’t have been mixed, impairing him until he wasn’t sure which way was up.

And he had a woman spiraling right along with him.

Her name was…Mary. Mary something. She was a scientist in some field, but he didn’t catch anything else. Or he just didn’t remember it. It didn’t matter anyways, they were both just wanting to ignore what was around them. What their lives had served them.

And maybe he forgot to ask if she was on birth control when he sloppily kissed over her neck.

Maybe he fumbled with the condom to the point where she whispered, “We’ll be fine,” and he believed her.

How it happened didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did.

Tony didn’t even know.

He didn’t ask for her number the next morning, he just hid out in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of its entire contents while he waited for her to leave.

She was gone by the time he could see straight.

Thank god.

He never heard from her again.

Mary Parker and her husband died six years later and he never knew.

He didn’t know that they had a son. Or she did, at least. There was no way for him to know that the son had been passed along to his aunt and uncle when no other relative was found.

He never knew that Mary Parker had a son. And that her husband wasn’t the one who got her pregnant.

She never crossed his mind again after she left him.

***

Enter Peter.

Tony had new interns come in every year, typically college students that needed the credits, but sometimes someone special would come along.

Peter was a high school senior, but he was one of the smartest people that Tony had ever come across.

Tony had a job lined up for him as soon as he graduated if he wanted it. Not that he’d told him that yet.

He swore that he wasn’t a stalker. He had to prove to Pepper that he wasn’t giving too much attention to one intern over another, and for him that meant that he needed to stay away from Peter personally.

No matter how tempting it was. There had to be a family history of such genius, right? That kind of brains didn’t just occur at random.

But he didn’t look into him at all. He wouldn’t even let himself google search his name.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

Although maybe he could just do it the old fashioned way. Minimal favoritism involved.

He spent months working with Peter. They became friends. Close friends.

It got to the point where Tony couldn’t help the smile he had when he looked into those warm brown eyes.

He felt it happen, it was official. Peter Parker had his heart.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t help it. The young man had completely gotten hold of him.

And he hoped that it was mutual.

***

“Peter, can you stay back for a second?” Tony was still standing at the lab table, eyes scanning over the coding that they’d put in place during the session.

Like that was actually what was on his mind.

The young man looked up with wide eyes. Very deer-in-headlights. But it was so cute on him.

“Y-yeah! I actually needed to tell you something, so yes, I can definitely do that.”

Peter sounded a bit nervous which made Tony pause. Maybe his confession could wait a while. Maybe forever. Whatever was on Peter’s mind was infinitely more important to him.

“Okay, you first. I can follow up.” Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table.

His cheeks burned. “No- no, you can go first. Don’t worry.”

The older man let out a breath. “Peter, you say what you need to. I can wait.”

Peter looked at him, face flushed. He hadn’t really meant to blurt out that he had something to say. He’d thought about it, sure. But he didn’t know-

His brain couldn’t keep up with his body and suddenly he was leaning up, pressing his lips to Tony’s.

The older man froze. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all. But then he relaxed into it, kissing back.

Who knew that they both had the same confession?

But it wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tony pulled away once he finally got control of his senses again, raking a hand through his hair. “Pete, I’m supposed to be the adult here. I can’t be a good role model if I’m….”

When was he ever a good role model?

“Let me start again. I’m an adult. Kid, I’m old. Old enough to be your dad. And you’re…how old?”

“I turned eighteen in august,” he supplied helpfully.

At least it was legal.

“Eighteen. That’s a thirty year age difference.” Jesus, he was creepy. Falling for an eighteen year old. He couldn’t even buy alcohol for himself.

Peter blinked up at him. “So? I like you, Mr. Stark. I don’t care how old you are.”

Tony sighed softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And it’s Tony. If this is what’s happening, call me Tony.”

Even though it had been his plan to confess his feelings anyway, the guilt was still eating at him. He had fallen for a teenager who was just barely legal.

“What is happening, Mr.- Tony?”

Tony leaned in for another kiss, sighing softly. “What do you want to happen, kid?”

“Oh. Well, um, not to be blunt, but- I just- I mean- I really want you.”

He was cute. Innocent. But Tony could tell that what he meant was a bit less innocent.

“Are you sure? You realize this is a bad idea on...a lot of levels, right?”

Peter huffed softly, looking up at him with a stubborn expression. “I don’t care. We can be sneaky.”

Tony snorted. ‘Sneaky’ wasn’t really how he’d describe it, but he had to remind himself that his terms were a lot different than Peter’s. Different generations and all that.

He was horrible.

“Okay, kid. We can take this upstairs-” where there was no one to walk in on them. “-and talk about what exactly you’re thinking.”

“How about we don’t talk about it and we just...do?” Peter gave him a shy, devious smile.

“Uh huh. We’ll see.”

Tony grabbed his wrist gently, glancing in the hallway to make sure that no one was coming before he dragged him to the elevator.

Before he could get another word out, Peter’s lips were on his again. And this time there was more heat behind it.

He kissed back, eyes slipping shut just as the elevator doors did. Their lips pushed together insistently and he felt Peter’s tongue clumsily swiping over his lip.

He suppressed a laugh and parted his lips, allowing Peter to lead.

It was all so curious and clumsy that he wondered just how many times Peter had ever kissed anyone. If any. But that was a question for later.

The elevator dinged softly when they reached the penthouse and only then did they pull away from each other.

Tony led Peter out, instantly heading for his bedroom. Bad idea or no, he’d imagined such a scenario so many times. He didn’t want to waste any time.

“Tony?” Peter spoke up, eyes on the bed. “I know this is really straightforward, but I’m glad you, like, don’t hate me. I’ve thought about this...a lot.”

“You and me both,” the older man murmured. “Something I feel like we should cover before anything else...how far are you wanting to go?”

Peter chewed his lip. “Not to rush things, but I really really want to go all the way.”

“Well, not to rush things, but I want that too.” Tony gave him a small grin. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hmm?”

The confused look that he got made him feel guilty again. Just how much had Peter ever done with anyone else?

“Top or bottom, honey. Receiving or giving, pitching or catching, whatever you want to say. What do you want to do?”

Peter blushed, deciding to distract from the question at hand by pulling his shirt off.

It worked. Tony’s attention was instantly elsewhere, his eyes focused on his trim waist but hard muscle.

“Jesus, kid. That’s...wow.” If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely getting there from seeing just what his innocent little intern was hiding under loose clothing.

“Like it?” The young man grinned to himself, one hand sensually sliding from the v of his hips up to his chest.

Perfect abs. Round, firm pecs. Jesus, Tony was entranced.

But he remembered what he’d asked. “Peter, top or bottom. What’s your preference?”

“I- I don’t...know.”

There it was.

Tony looked at him, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip quickly. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it for sure. It wasn’t surprising.

Peter got defensive. “I’ve done some stuff.”

“Uh huh. What ‘stuff’?”

He refused to look at Tony, his eyes on his hands as he played with the button on his jeans. “I’ve given oral. Guys and girls. And I’ve gotten, like, a couple handjobs and blowjobs.”

Tony closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t be your first. This- Peter, this is such a bad idea. You should be with someone your own age.”

Peter made an indignant sound, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them out of protest. “I don’t want someone my own age. I want you.”

He said it with such finality.

Tony stepped closer to the bed, his hands cupping Peter’s face gently. “You promise me you won’t regret this?”

“There’s nothing that could make me regret this.” Peter unbuckled Tony’s belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor.

Tony nodded slowly, not fighting when Peter pushed his slacks down. It was really happening.

“Holy shit-” Peter’s eyes were wide. His eyes were fixed on the way that Tony’s dick was straining at the front of his tight boxers. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

“Good or bad?” Tony teased a little.

“Good. Good, oh man.” Peter reached down and squeezed himself hard. “So big….”

That was nice to hear. “You think so? Do you think you could take it, sweetheart?”

Peter’s fingers ghosted over the length slowly, making it twitch in its confines. “I...I want to try.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor before getting onto the bed next to Peter.

He finished pulling the young man’s zipper down and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. Peter’s thighs were gorgeous, Tony was nearly drooling over them. But he couldn’t get distracted.

“May I?” He met the young man’s eyes, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Peter nodded, breathing hard as he laid back more.

Tony slowly pulled the piece of clothing down, biting his lip when he watched Peter’s cock drop against his hip once it was no longer covered. “So hard for me, honey. Look at that.”

The younger man blushed darker. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Tony….”

“God, me too. Me too, kid.” He pushed his own boxers off, unable to keep himself from wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly.

Peter watched him with wide eyes. “Okay. I want you inside me. Now.” He kicked his boxers away, grinning a little.

Tony laughed softly at his eagerness. “We have to get you ready first. Hold on, let me show you….”

Turns out that Peter was incredibly responsive to everything and by the time he was open enough for further activities Tony had already worked him through an orgasm.

If Peter was that responsive to just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in him. And the young man was still raring to go.

Tony grabbed a condom - habit, it wasn’t like they were preventing anything - but Peter stopped him.

“Why can't we just do it…without?” He asked shyly.

“I mean…we can. But you’ll have to clean up and that can be annoying.”

“I want…I want to feel you. Is that okay?” Peter hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the admission.

Tony nodded, biting back a smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.” He set the foil square down on the nightstand before moving back to the young man.

He got between his legs, hands sliding over the strong thighs he was met with. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, kid. I hope you know that.”

Peter smiled up at him, spreading his legs further. “Thank you, Tony….” He leaned back more, laying his head down. “Now hurry up,” he joked.

Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, the older man shook his head. “Impatient,” Tony chided, laughing softly. But he was already moving to position his cock at the man’s hole, the tip brushing over him.

They both moaned softly, laughing a little at how in sync they were.

“Fuck me, Tony…please?”

The older man nodded, slowly pushing past the tight muscle with a groan. Even though he’d prepped him, Peter was still tight. Just perfectly so.

Peter was tightly gripping the sheets, popping a couple threads even, with the first movements.

It seemed like his effort was in vain, but he really wanted to try to last.

Tony bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Peter’s ass.

The younger man was whining low in his throat at the feeling. His cock twitched between them. He knew that if he was touched at all before he could calm down a little, everything would be over way before he wanted it to be.

“Need me to stay still?” Tony asked. He could tell that Peter was struggling.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry, we can take this at whatever pace you want.”

Peter nodded, trying to get a hold on how he was feeling.

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he signaled Tony that he was okay. And he could start moving.

So he started slow, but Tony started thrusting when he was given the okay.

Peter moaned, mouth falling open around his noises.

He tightened around Tony’s cock, squeezing down with every movement. Then he cried out when a particularly deep thrust hit something that made him see stars.

“What was that?” Peter gasped, hips rocking up wildly.

Tony groaned, laughing a little through it. “I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to assume that was your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it? I should have showed that to you when I was fingering you.”

“Do it again!”

The older man snorted, aiming for the same spot again as he picked up his pace. He held one of Peter’s legs, lifting it just enough so that he could get at a deeper angle. “I can try.”

From the increasingly louder noises he received, he assumed he succeeded.

He was so lost in the feeling of Peter that he missed how close to the edge his partner was getting. All that registered was how incredible (borderline painful) it felt when the younger man squeezed around him like that.

Then Peter was crying out louder and thrusting up as he spilled onto his stomach.

Tony swore under his breath. “God, Peter.” He watched him, subconsciously speeding up as he chased his own high.

“Tony!” Peter moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his high. It was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced, alone or otherwise.

But he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to watch Tony cum.

“I’m close too,” the older man moaned, speeding up again.

Peter moaned louder, feeling himself being pushed up the bed with the quicker pace. “Cum, Tony, please, want you to fill me up.”

He wasn’t so sure about dirty talk, but it could only be but so bad because Tony went still moments later. Peter felt the cock inside him pulse briefly before there was a smooth warmth spreading.

The thing itself felt odd, but thinking about what was happening almost made him cum again.

Actually-

His hand flew to his own dick and he quickly jerked himself off before he was cumming for a third time. It wasn’t nearly as good as the other two, but it was still incredible. Especially thinking about how good Tony still felt inside of him.

He opened his eyes when he heard Tony chuckling. “What?”

“You’re insatiable. And I’m amazed that you can just go again that fast.” The older man closed his eyes again, catching his breath.

He was almost in shock that it had actually happened. He had sex with Peter. After thinking about it for months, dreaming about it, it happened.

He slowly pulled out, laying next to the young man. He knew they were both messes, covered in sweat and cum and lube, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to hold Peter close before they had to go back to real life.

Tony gently wrapped his arms around him, just gathering him close while he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple.

He found out quickly that Peter’s dazed, relaxed post-sex state would only last for so long.

It was only minutes before the man was talking, whispering about anything and everything. And Tony happily listened.

He hummed softly, holding the younger man close to his chest. One hand gently carded through Peter’s soft curls as they talked quietly.

“My mom met you one time,” Peter murmured. “Before I was born. But she would never tell me about it. Just told me that it happened.”

Tony snorted softly. “Yeah, well, about when would that have been? I had a reputation for a reason.” But the confession started pulling at a memory. It couldn’t quite come to light, though.

“Ew.” The young man grinned at him. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t know, she was kinda weird about a lot of stuff. Not just that.”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed softly and Tony frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But Peter started answering anyway.

“I don’t know who my actual dad is. She never told me. I vaguely remember her telling me that Richard was the only dad I needed, but nothing else.”

“You would have been so young,” Tony whispered. “Maybe she just figured it could be a conversation for another time.”

“But she wouldn’t tell anyone else. My aunt and uncle knew that Richard wasn’t actually my dad, but they were never told who was. And I guess it just…died with her.”

The older man nodded. “You could always do a paternity test, right?” Why was guilt pooling in his stomach?

Peter shrugged. “That’s assuming that my dad has done one too that we could match. And sometimes….” He trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Tony kissed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to know,” he confessed.

It made sense. But something was still trying to pull at Tony’s memory. Forming an idea slowly.

Although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answers.

But he couldn’t just leave a question unasked. No matter how dark the potential answer.

“Peter…when did you say that your mom met me?”

The young man snuggled into him more, shaking his head. “I didn’t. I think it was…the year before I was born or so. Why? Do you remember?”

Tony tried to mentally do the numbers. He’d spent most of that year in a fog, but that had been the theme of that era in his life. But maybe…

“Are you okay?”

The older man closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember.

Parker. Had he been with a Parker? He couldn’t remember the occasion at all.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay, was just trying to see if I remembered her. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned up to kiss him gently, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a big deal, really. Sometimes I just wonder about that stuff.”

Tony tried to assure himself that it wasn’t a big deal.

Maybe it was best to not have all the answers.

He had what he wanted. That was all that mattered.

[wunderlustwriter]

pt.4

another george weasley imagine pt5

QUICK A/N: i slightly changed the past chapters. mostly fixing grammar and changing small details like correcting the timeline of classes and such. nothing really changed so you won’t be affected if you choose not to reread it. for those that want to skim it from the beginning here’s pt. 1, and i’m very sorry for how cringey everything was in the beginning…

cw: fluff, make outs…?, second hand embarrassment, grammar issues and unedited mistakes

the two of you sleep through the night peacefully and you wake up nestled against george’s chest

yawning you hug george closer to you as he places a light kiss on the top of your head and the both of you gently stir awake until you’re annoyingly interrupted

“SEE! I told you me and Nai were right!” Selena stays as she and Naiomi show your other roommates, Mika and Angie, who are laughing and hand the couple £3

“fuck offfffff” you groan and throw a pillow at your friends while they all enter the room

“sorry y/n, but you can’t snog in the room forever, some of us need to get ready for class” naiomi retorts which causes you to roll your eyes and george snorts as you pull the covers over y’all’s heads

“morning red” you sigh out as george places his forehead on yours “morning sunshine”

“we should probably get going, huh?” you pout as george gently places his hand on your cheek and rubs it with his thumb “you’re probably right��” yet neither of you move

you’re about to fall asleep again when Angie throws the pillow back at the two of you “get up love birds! we’ve all got shit to do”

groaning some more the two of you begrudgingly get out of bed and george puts on his shirt and pants while your roommates laugh and holler

rolling your eyes you begin to walk george out the door “real mature guys. come on georgie, it might be early enough i can sneak you out”

“byeeee georgiee-“ your roommates begin to mock before you cut them a glare over your shoulder and they abruptly shut up, only giggling a little

once the two of you make your way down the stairs and start walking towards the portrait door you can hear cheering and hollering coming from the main area causing you to take a really deep breath and roll your eyes

“i’m sorry in advance” you whisper to george

slytherins in the common room are whooping and yelling like they’re at a quidditch game while you see a number of people exchanging money

george smirks back at you and takes the applause Rocky style before you (lightly) smack him upside the head and finish walking him out

you’re almost there when pansy steps between you and the door “come on y/l/n, cough it up. you know what happens to the first person who gets caught sneaking a gryffindor out the morning after.” she says not even trying to hide a smirk

“yeah yeah yeah, i know, but can’t you at least wait until i have some pants on girl?”

looking you up and down she shrugs before walking away

“awe, sunshine, you lost a bet for me, how sweet” george says with a shit eating grin on his face as you practically kick him out of the door.

“oh shut up red, i’ll see you in potions.” you’re about to close the door when george grabs your hand and pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair and gently sucking on your bottom lip. george catches you completely off guard as a quiet moan escapes your mouth, causing everyone that’s still in the common room to cheer even louder than before until george pulls away and smirks while closing the door behind him “see you later y/n”

once you make it back up to your dorm room pansy is already in there ready to collect the money from the on-going bet “i swear to merlin if one of you fuckers bet on today and won i’ll kill you”

“no but i wish! think of how fun the next hogsmeade trip could’ve been with that cash” selena says as angie comes out of the shower and pansy leaves with the money

“we’re all done with the bathroom for the morning, so you and the shower head can take as long as you want today y/n/n” she says smirking as you go in there to get ready with your day… taking as long as you need

at the same time in the gryffindor tower…

when george walks into his common room he’s met with the many “oooooooohs” and hollars from his twin and their friends

“so I see someone just walked in at the brisk hour of seven thirty in the morning wearing the same clothes as yesterday….” fred says with a shit eating grin

“ah yes! me thinks our boy george was out getting lucky last night. hmmmmm??” lee jordan chimes in

“oh shove it you wankers. i have to get ready for class” george replies with a roll of his eyes

fred begins to follow his twin back up to the boy’s dormitory

“So…” the oldest one says expectantly

“So..?” by this time both boys were in the room and at a confused stand off with eachother

“So, were you with her again?”

“Well that depends brother, I know a lot of “her’s” and at this point in time how am I to know if you mean the Queen or Mum? Both of which would be no by the way”

“Come on Georgie, her… the slytherin…”

“The slytherin has a name, and yes I was with Y/N. What’s your bother?”

“Because you’ve been spending a lot of time with her-“ “Y/N” “-with Y/N and I’m concerned. You have other classes and other commitments this year. I mean we have the NEWTs. And quidditch. And what are you doing with a slytherin anyways? Much less hanging out in her dungeon for days on end. I mean-“

“Fred, I’m going to stop you right there. You’re acting like a foolish bloke. You’ve never been this concerned about my schooling or commitments before. And, after all of the times you’ve left me and Lee Jordan for weeks on end to chase after your girl, or girls, of the month, this can’t just be about Y/N. And it better not be about how she’s a slytherin. I thought you were over that. Not all slytherins are evil, just like not all gryffindors are good people. I mean she defended our name against Draco Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. So what’s this all really about?”

“Just forget it.” Before George can even begin to utter a word of response Fred is already out the door

After a very long morning of avoidance and annoyance from the Weasley twins, lunch time rolls around

“Hey there sunshine” George slides into the empty bench next to you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes

“Hey Red, everything alright? You look a little off”

“Yeah i’m okay. Where is everyone? Don’t you usually sit with your friends?”

“Yeah but most of them had work to do today so me and Celeste are just reading. What’s up?” you place your book down and wrap one of his hands in yours, to which he just shrugs and shakes his head

after pondering it for a few seconds you motion for George to lay his head on your shoulder while you give him a bracelet to fidget with

“we can talk later if you just need to chill out for a while” you whisper against his head before pulling your book back out and reading it as george wraps an arm around your waist

the rest of lunch continues on like this. the only time the (comfortable) silence is interrupted is when you flip pages too fast and george hasn’t finished reading (he joined you after a minute or two of staring off into space)

when lunch is coming to an end you close the book and slowly move so george can lift his head from your shoulder “So, i was thinking. Snape’s project is due at the end of class today. I can finish the last foot of parchment if you want to write the works cited page?”

Nodding, George takes a bread roll off of your plate and tries to give back your bracelet

“Keep it. The garnet will help to balance out whatever you’re going through.”

George gives you a slightly skeptical look before sliding the bracelet on his wrist and the two of you start heading to potions class

“Hey! Even muggles have magic.“ you laugh out as he wraps an arm around your shoulders

“Whatever you say sunshine… What class do you have after potions?”

“Free block, what about you?”

smiling, George turns to you and stops walking “Well I was going to suggest you ditch your class and hangout with me because I don’t have any classes, but now that I know we’re both free we should… hangout.” he steps a little closer to you at the last word

blushing slightly you look George up and down and nod before walking into Snape’s class where the two of you take your seats

A minute later Fred walks into class and annoyingly glances at his twin before taking his seat

you gently interlace your hand with George’s and squeeze it softly “i’m guessing that has something to what happened at lunch” before he can respond Snape clears his throat and begins instructing the class

“Class. You will use what you learned from the research project to create a Thistle Sumac potion on page 262 of your textbooks. Both the paper and your potion must be submitted to me before you leave class today. You may sit with your partners. Get to work.”

After two hours, and only one pot of brewing one of the more complicated potions you’ve seen, the concoction gets Snape’s stamp of approval, meaning the two of you have 30 minutes to finish the research paper, which ended up being more than enough time as 15 minutes later you and George are walking out the classroom door

“So, where to next my love?”

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lol… heyyyyyyy besties….. let’s pretend that it HASNT been basicallly 6 months since i posted. but it’s okay ik y’all aren’t following me for my consistency. aNDI HOPE YALL LIKE THIS SHIT. IM BECOMING V HAPPY WITH THIS SERIES. I FEEL LIKE MY LEVELS OF CRINGE, FLUF, AND SMUT ARE BALANCING OUT. but if you feel otherwise pls let me know 😌 i’m working on a playlist for this series rn and hopefully i’ll post a couple more chapters before the next time i disappear.

sending much love to all y’all

pt. 6