#fake took the loss very hard

[rambler-in-limbo]

When Fake Peppino got defeated infront of that giant crowd, did some clones think they might've had a chance on taking him on after seeing him get his ass kicked by Peppino?

Only for a moment.

[herlondonboy]

love at first sight, clarisse la rue

summary: from the moment she first saw you, she became knew you were hers and vice versa. based on this req.

warnings: y/n playing hard to get, ooc clarisse, clarisse pining like a loser (it’s me, i’m the loser), fake dating an apollo kid, clarisse tries to kill him.

wc: 2.1k

your first camp experience unfolded at the age of fifteen. as you walked the unfamiliar terrain of camp half-blood, luke, a seasoned demigod, took on the role of your guide. the lush greenery and the scent of pine surrounded you as you explored the various cabins. unbeknownst to you, clarisse la rue, observed from a distance.

clarisse found herself captivated by your ethereal beauty. the moment you entered camp, it was as if a spotlight had illuminated you, catching the attention of both demigods and nymphs alike. clarisse, though intrigued, remained silent, watching as you interacted with your newfound friends.

in the training grounds, your grace and charm didn't escape clarisse's notice. clarisse, with her keen instincts, sensed a different aura around you– an aura she associated with the children of aphrodite. the way you effortlessly enchanted those around you left clarisse both irritated and fascinated.

despite the silent admiration, clarisse struggled to approach you. the clash of your godly parentage– ares and aphrodite– seemed like an insurmountable barrier. clarisse, usually assertive and bold, found herself at a loss for words in your presence.

throughout camp activities, your popularity grew, and clarisse's internal conflict intensified. the daughter of ares, accustomed to asserting dominance, felt a strange vulnerability when it came to you. the unspoken tension lingered between you, creating an unexplored connection.

as the days passed, your impact on camp life became undeniable. clarisse, torn between her warrior instincts and newfound feelings, remained on the sidelines. you, oblivious to clarisse's internal struggle, continued to shine in your own unique way.

the story of your first camp experience unfolded like a tapestry, woven with threads of divine complexity. clarisse la rue, found herself entangled in emotions she never anticipated, all because of a chance encounter with a child of aphrodite, possibly, who, unknowingly, had entranced her from the very beginning.

despite the magnetic pull between you, clarisse and you continued to dance around each other, your connection remaining unspoken. clarisse, burdened by her own uncertainties, perceived a subtle distance in your demeanour, interpreting it as a sign of disinterest.

as the days passed, clarisse found herself yearning for the courage to bridge the gap. she wished she had spoken to you, for the silence between you grew like an insurmountable wall. in moments of solitude, clarisse questioned whether her own hesitations had painted a false narrative, leaving her with the impression that you harboured indifference.

while you navigated camp life with grace, the daughter of ares grappled with her internal conflicts. clarisse's heart longed to unravel the mystery of your feelings, wishing she had seized the chance to discover the truth instead of succumbing to her own insecurities.

as the final days of your first camp experience unfolded, clarisse's regret deepened. the unspoken connection, once poised on the precipice of possibility, now seemed like a fleeting mirage. clarisse yearned to rewrite the script, to alter the narrative that lingered between you, regretting the silent dance you had shared.

one bright morning at camp half-blood, you found yourself at the centre of an unusual spectacle. as you sat with luke at the communal table, enjoying a breakfast, your senses caught the unwavering gaze of a mysterious girl across the training grounds.

curiosity tugging at you, you turned to luke, “hey, who’s the girl over there? the one staring at me?”

luke, his expression shifting into a cautious tone, replied, “that’s clarisse la rue, daughter of ares. a formidable warrior, but she’s known for her… intensity. just be careful around her, y/n.”

you rose your eyebrow.

“she’s a bully.”

“ah,” intrigued rather than deterred, you couldn’t resist the allure of the enigmatic clarisse. a mischievous spark danced in your eyes as you waved at clarisse, who, caught off guard, looked like a deer caught in headlights. blushing, clarisse nervously shifted her gaze downward, focusing on her siblings training nearby.

-

two years had passed since that encounter at camp, and the connection between you and clarisse lingered like an unresolved melody. you, despite the passage of time, remained unclaimed by your godly parent, a fact that stirred whispers of speculation and anticipation within the camp.

clarisse, determined to reignite the flame of connection that had flickered in that fleeting moment, had spent the intervening years trying to catch your attention. the daughter of ares, usually fearless in the face of battles, found herself navigating unfamiliar terrain when it came to matters of the heart.

one afternoon, you found yourself amidst the lively atmosphere of the archery range, surrounded by the apollo kids. laughter filled the air as they playfully flirted, arrows hitting their targets with precision. clarisse, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched your infectious laughter and easy connection with the apollo demigods.

unable to contain the simmering emotions, clarisse decided to take matters into her own hands. she stormed onto the archery range, her presence demanding attention. "y/n!" she called, her voice cutting through the jovial atmosphere.

you turned, eyebrows raised in surprise as you saw clarisse approaching. "hey, clarisse. what's up?"

"enough with this archery nonsense," clarisse declared, her eyes flashing with determination. "let's spar. now."

the apollo kids exchanged knowing glances, sensing the tension in the air. you, always up for a challenge, agreed, and they moved to the sparring area. the clash of swords echoed as the two of you engaged in a fierce battle, each determined to assert dominance.

after a round of intense sparring, you found yourself on the losing end. however, instead of conceding defeat gracefully, a mischievous glint entered your eyes. "you know, clarisse, maybe you're just upset that you're not the one making me laugh like that," you teased, a sly grin playing on your lips.

clarisse's jaw tightened, her jealousy fuelling the fire of determination. "quit the games, y/n. let's finish this."

as the sparring resumed, you strategically used every opportunity to distract clarisse. mentioning shared memories and playful banter, you exploited the opening, knocking clarisse's sword out of her hand. you stood victorious, but instead of revelling in your win, you chose to add a final twist.

leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to clarisse's cheek, catching her off guard. "thanks for the spar," you whispered with a smirk before skipping off, leaving clarisse stunned in the aftermath.

the archery range fell silent, the demigods exchanging bewildered glances. clarisse, still processing the unexpected turn of events, touched her cheek, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and something else– a spark reignited from the past. the mysterious connection between you and clarisse continued to weave its complex narrative, leaving the camp in anticipation of the next chapter in your entangled tale.

the next day dawned with an unspoken tension hanging in the air at camp half-blood. clarisse had discovered that you were dating one of the apollo kids, a revelation that sparked a simmering irritation within the daughter of ares. as preparations for the upcoming capture the flag game began, clarisse found herself fixated on the perceived betrayal.

the familiar call for capture the flag echoed through the camp, and demigods assembled with an air of anticipation. however, this time, clarisse approached the game with a different strategy in mind. instead of camping out in the woods, she decided to actively seek out the apollo kid, her rival in both love and war.

venturing into the forest, clarisse wielded her electric spear with an unwavering determination. she followed the trail of the apollo kid, her steps fuelled by a mix of anger and frustration. as she approached, the sound of clashing metal rang through the trees, revealing the intensity of the confrontation.

clarisse burst into the clearing, catching the apollo kid off guard. the clash of their weapons echoed, a symbolic battle fuelled by unspoken emotions. the apollo kid defended himself, but clarisse's attacks were fuelled by a burning rage.

just as clarisse prepared to strike a decisive blow, you stumbled upon the scene. shock and horror painted your face as you realised the perilous situation. without hesitation, you shouted, "clarisse, stop!"

the daughter of ares froze, the electric spear poised mid-air. you rushed forward, your voice laced with urgency. "what are you doing? he's defenceless!"

clarisse's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and defiance, but she didn’t say anything.

you cursed clarisse, your anger boiling over. "this isn't the way to handle things!" you hurriedly helped your boyfriend, injured from the skirmish, and together you made your way to the medical cabin where the apollo kid's siblings could tend to his wounds.

clarisse's siblings, witnessing the scene, approached her with concern. "what's going on, clarisse? why did you attack him?"

clarisse scoffed and pushed them away, a wall of defensiveness erected around her. "mind your own business. he had it coming."

as the medical cabin door closed behind you and the injured apollo kid, the aftermath of the confrontation hung in the air. clarisse, wrestling with her own emotions, stood alone, surrounded by the echoes of a conflict born from love, jealousy, and the complex web of relationships that defined life at camp half-blood. the unspoken chapter of your and clarisse's intertwined destinies continued to unfold, leaving the camp in anticipation of the resolution that awaited you.

“that wasn’t supposed to happen,” you heard, making you turn to see him smiling.

“i’m sorry,” you said. “are you okay?”

“peachy.”

a week had passed since the encounter during capture the flag, and you had been avoiding clarisse like the plague. the tension between you hung in the air like a storm waiting to break. sensing the avoidance, clarisse, never one to back down, decided it was time to confront the situation head-on.

cornering you in a secluded spot, clarisse crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "what's your deal, y/n? you've been avoiding me all week. we need to talk."

you scoffed, a sarcastic smile playing on your lips. "oh, now you want to talk? after you tried to kill my boyfriend?"

clarisse's expression shifted from frustration to a mix of guilt and longing. "y/n, it wasn't like that. i just—"

"save it," you interrupted, your tone cutting through the air. "what did you expect? some grand confession of feelings after you tried to take him down? you've had a stupid little crush for years, and now you decide to act upon it?"

clarisse, surprisingly, found you more attractive than ever in this moment. stepping forward, she closed the distance between you, a determined look in her eyes. "you think it's just a crush, y/n? you're wrong."

you, unfazed, pushed clarisse away. "save the drama. i don't care about your feelings. i have a boyfriend, and you-"

clarisse, undeterred, seized the moment and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. you hesitated for a moment before succumbing to the intensity of the moment. when clarisse finally pulled back, she looked you in the eyes and declared, "you're mine. i don't care about your boyfriend. you're mine, y/n. you always have been and always will be, okay?"

you, surprisingly, didn't argue. instead, you leaned in for another kiss, mumbling against clarisse's lips, "it was an act. to get you to say it."

clarisse rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "you're impossible."

your lips met again, the storm of emotions swirling around you dissipating as the two of you surrendered to the undeniable pull between you. in that moment, beneath the canopy of camp half-blood, you and clarisse found a fragile balance, your destinies intertwining in a way that defied logic and expectation. the echoes of unspoken desires and the complex dance of love continued to shape the narrative of your entangled hearts.

after the prolonged kiss, clarisse slowly pulled back, looking up with a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “i knew it,” she declared with a teasing glint in her eyes, revelling in the unexpected turn of events. you, still caught in the haze of the moment, furrowed your brows in confusion.

“what are you talking about?” you asked, your gaze locked with clarisse’s.

clarisse’s smirk widened, and she simply pointed upward. you followed her gesture, looking up at the sky, only to see a shimmering glow above you. you squinted, trying to make sense of what was happening.

aphrodite’s symbol materialised above your head, a clear indication that you had been claimed by the goddess of love. realisation dawned upon clarisse, and she burst into laughter. “well, well, looks like cupid’s arrows finally hit their mark.”

you rolled your eyes, a mix of annoyance and amusement in your expression. “the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself, huh?” you quipped.

clarisse rolled her eyes at the lyric and pulled you along to chiron’s office.

it was love at first sight. at least on clarisse’s half.

[catsgut]

Anon : Uhmm is there any chance of doing a surprise Sukuna fic in your kinktober list? Make my baby shine with your top-tier dark fic writing pleaseee 👉🥺👈

OMG i’ve been wanting to write sukuna for a while now i don’t think im quite ready to do a full fic, but i hope this suffices hehehe

warnings : noncon, reader doesnt know about sukuna, blood, virginity loss, not proof read

yuuji simply failed to see what was so awful about him dating a nonsorcerer. his friends had called him dumb for even the thought, yet yuuji actually wasn't the most astute. all he knew was that you were super hot and that he really liked you. to such an extent that consistently now he has set aside time for you, whether it be taking you out on a date or getting you a gift with the cash he saves up. you really felt appreciated when you were around yuuji.

and you were just oh so sweet. even gojo had a go at hitting on you a couple times, however you just accepted it as him being kind, flashing him a comforting grin as you clasped yuuji's hand with yours. "lets get going, sweetie. the movie will be starting soon," you said, your voice dissolving off your tongue like sugar, and yuuji wanted a taste.

the two of you finished your movie, neither of you liking it very much. "the part where she screamed sounded so fake," you giggled before leaning forward to take a sip through the straw of the soda he was holding. he thought his heart was going to explode seeing you so comfortable with him. the way in which your cute mouth folded over his straw made his dick twitch.

“hey uh… would you like to come back to my place for a bit? we would be alone and i just… want to spend more time with you,” you said bashfully looking into his eyes, and the virgin had never nodded his head so fast in his entire life. his reaction made you laugh as you took his arm to lead him the way. the walk to your house was filled with comfortable silence, the both of you being much too shy to say anything.

but what the two of you didn’t know was that sukuna was watching the entire time. from the moment yuji had met you, you caught the interest of the spirit. funnily enough, you were sukuna’s type as well, just for different reasons; sweet, pure, and most importantly, a virgin. it made him smile with delight seeing the poor, unsuspecting girl lead her boyfriend to the comfort of her home unknowing to the fact he was housing something far more demonic than she could ever imagine.

“i know it’s not much, but i hope you don’t mind,” you clap your hands together and grin shyly gesturing to the small apartment. no, yuji didn’t mind at all, only caring about what was going to happen next. would you guys cuddle? kiss? grind on each other with clothes on? the poor, horny boy had a million thoughts running through his mind, it didn’t register right away that he felt your small hands against his pecks. looking down at you, you were focused on feeling his muscles through the tight black shirt he was wearing. You peered up at him with an innocent look that made him feel like he was on cloud 9.

“wanted to for s’long,” you mumbled, dragging you soft finger tips down and down and down…. yuji felt like he was going to explode in his pants right in the entrance way of your home. it took everything in him to control himself, but little did he know sukuna was planning something that allowed little room for self-control.

yuji leaned down to gently meet your lips with his, tongue swirling inside your mouth in an inexperienced manner. he moaned at the taste and reached down under your thighs to pick you up. he wanted to make you think he knew what he was doing. you wrapped around legs around his waist as he carried you over to your couch. you could feel the hardness of his dick press against your core. “you’re so needy,” he smiled sheepishly. you just laid there watching the boy above you run his hands all over your body. yuji was trying to make himself seem confident, but on the inside he was screaming out of nervousness. 

“let me have a go,” he heard a taunting voice echo out in his head. he ignored the voice, instead latching his wet mouth on your neck. you whimpered, feeling his lips and teeth smear drool all over your skin. it didn’t feel the best, but you were happy with it being yuuji doing this to you. 

yuuji didn’t mean to take it so far, roughly grinding down on you. it just… it had been so long since he came and you felt so good. he didn’t mean to slip up this badly, but before he knew it, his body soon wasn’t his own. he watched his body move, unable to control his movements. ‘fuck,’ he thought, eyes widening as he watched his own hand reach down and grab your neck. 

you were too busy feeling him touching you to realize what was happening until you were unable to breath. eyes snapping open you looked up to see your boyfriend smirking from above you. 

“my my, you’re being so obedient,” sukuna spoke, words purring off his tongue. you gulped trying to wiggle out of his strong grasp but you were unable to do so. “it’s been so long since i’ve had a virgin,” he growled, leaning down to run his hot tongue up the side of your face. 

this didn’t feel like yuuji anymore, instead he was acting completely different. almost scary. you stared up at him as he ripped your shirt open with ease. has he always been that strong? one of his hands reached down to grip your writs together while the other groped and squeezed at your body. “y-yuuji this hurts,” your lip curled and you stared up at him hoping he would see you're uncomfortable. 

the sight below him made sukuna groan in excitement. you looked so pure…. so innocent as you looked up at him with your teary eyes. “there’s no use in fighting this, little girl.” a sinister grin etched across his handsome face, dread filling your body. was this actually happening? “please,” you voice sounded weak and frail only making his dick harder. large hands finished ripping the clothes off your body leaving you cold and bare. 

before you knew it, he was unbuckling the belt of his jeans. yuuji screamed and begged as he watching the cursed spirit strip his girlfriend of her clothes, but it did nothing to stop what was happening. sukuna only laughed, loving the sound the pain he was causing. it had been too long since he was able to ravage a woman properly, tired of watching the brat he was trapped inside of watch porn before bed everynight. intercourse was something that was to be bloody and rough, not loving and intimate. just the idea made him bored. 

you were flipped on your hands and knees. his hand pressed down on your upper back and you realized it would be useless to try and fight it. with a shaky breath, you braced yourself as he slammed his cock into your untouched hole. sukuna's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the feeling, teeth harshly digging into his lip. he stood up off the couch with one leg and kept the other propped on the couch. without hesitation he began pounding into you. "cmon make some noise, bitch!" he laughed loudly slapping your ass knowing you were unable to make even the slightest of noise with the air being fucked from your lungs. you've never been in more pain in your life till now and you were sure the wetness dripping from your thighs wasn't just your body's arousal. 

"dirty girl bleeding all over your boyfriend's cock," his words both confirmed your fears and confused you. what happened to your sweet boyfriend? the one who couldn't even bring himself to step on an insect. What flipped inside him to cause him to act this way towards you?. 

you were slowly unable to think of anything but the excruciating pain in your lower stomach. you could tell yuuji, or whoever he was, was close by the way his breathing was picking up. by the time he did finally finish, you felt your hole gush and swell with the amount of cum he fucked inside you. slowly, he pulled out whistling at the sight. your hips were brusied black and purple from his grip on them and your pussy was smeared with cum and blood. sukuna felt satisfied with himself, knowing yuuji wouldn't be able to fix any emotional and physical damage that had been done. it was almost a little sneak peek into what he was capable of. 

eventually, after enough time had passed, yuuji had gained control of his body again, but little could be said about you. slowly you crawled your way to the other side of the room, shaking with fear, yuujis heart broke hearing you beg for him to leave, demand he go, but after a few minutes of watching you cry he decided it was best he did. you cried yourself to sleep that night, feeling nothing but betrayal while yuuji cried feeling nothing but guilt for what he let happen. 

[17020]

☆ AFTERMATH.

Reo Mikage faces the aftermath of his actions, and his ex-girlfriend (?) tries to move on. Part two of "ONE." Warnings: Reo Mikage, swearing, violence, fake everything!!! 3.6k angst to fluff to angst(???), both platonic and romantic relationships here, pro! post! bllk boys, no beta because how. this is too long.

REO MIKAGE was an absolute mess.

His mind was of no help, either. The image of you and Seishiro at the club was on his mind, replaying constantly like a broken record. The minute he stepped outside, he met with his white-haired best friend, who received him with open arms.

"I'm so sorry she did that" he apologized, "it's better that she did this now rather than later. Plenty of fish in the sea."

Many tears (and many drinks inside Seishiro's apartment) later, Reo Mikage had been consumed by delusion. The more words that came off his best friend's mouth, the more determined he had become. Because yes, his best friend was right: there were plenty of fish in the sea, and instead of drowning in his own sea of tears, he should swim and see what he can find.

"And what you can find, is, a golden crown with two lions at its sides."

It was a gamble, sure. To distract his broken-hearted best friend with their upcoming matches and championships could earn him an earful, but it was their job after all. Reo surprisingly took it well, and made it his goal to stick to football, as relationships were a hassle. The Premier League was slowly coming to an end, and Champions League just reached quarterfinals. Football was forever. Besides, according to Seishiro, "trophies can't cheat on you, now, can they?"

Delusion had struck him unlike ever before. Reo Mikage was a like a sponge cake, soaking up his best friend's poisonous, yet effective advice. He became a monster, letting his frustrations out on every training session. Reo overworked himself, to the point where he barely had any rest, and it showed.

Draws, losses, yellow and red colored cards raised. Reo Mikage had reached a new (professional) low. A match against Luton was scheduled to take place in a few days, and what came next came as a shock to no one, except for Reo and his loyal companion.

Reo Mikage was to be benched for the next few matches of the season.

The issue with the sponge cake of Reo Mikage was, that he was undercooked. Rising to the very top, then completely deflating after cooling. A hard exterior with a liquid interior, yet to solidify. What seemed like his peak to him, was an all-time low for his peers.

The match against Crystal Palace ended with him earning a red card, after a display of violent conduct against another player. The locker room was like entering a colosseum, as everyone from Manshine City watched Reo Mikage receive lecture after lecture. The last lecture, though, stood out to him.

"As soon as you stepped into this stadium you should've left your home life behind, because you're here to play ball, not with women's feelings. Don't know why you're the one sulking, if you're the one who caused hurt."

Gasps and 'oohs' were barely heard as the everyone in the locker room suddenly quieted down. Reo's eye twitched.

"Say that again."

The man in front of him sighed. "As soon as you stepped into this stadium you should've left your—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his head hit the metal behind him, and a streak of blood ran down his nostril. Reo Mikage had swung at the man in front of him, pushing him towards his locker. "Not sure why you're called a panther when you're so fucking slow."

The man tried to maintain his composure, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood off his nose. "Not sure why you treated Yn like shit, she didn't even cheat."

"What do you know?"

"I know your piece of shit lackey lied to you" the man facing Reo retorted, raising his voice. "I sat in the booth in front of them, Nagi was the one to grab her hand. You should really use glasses you blind bitch."

Reo's eyes widened as his lips parted in surprise. He was speechless, turning to his best friend and awaiting his response. In return, Seishiro averted his gaze with a sour expression on his face. It was a no brainer. It was the face of a guilty man.

"It's not true, right? Seishiro?"

Silence.

"Nagi it's not true, though, right? Slowpoke's just talking out of his ass, right?"

Absolute. Deafening. Silence.

"Look, I did you a favor" he spoke up, finally daring to look at his best friend in the eye. "She was a parasite that made you sloppy."

He was shocked, with no words able to come out of his mouth. The persona he had built for the past few weeks came crumbling down before all his peers as he realized what he had done. He was an asshole, and had been led astray by toxicity.

Reo Mikage collapsed.

Prior to getting punched in the face, CHIGIRI HYOMA had spent every minute of his time by your side.

After Reo had left on that fateful night, Chigiri offered a warm, tight embrace, as well as a late night-drive to your apartment, with a quick stop at the nearest convenience store. He was certain you were going to need comfort, and after accidentally watching the whole debacle, it was the least he could do.

You woke up the next morning, seemingly confused as to how you managed to get yourself home. Last night had been a blur, both mentally and physically; your teary-eyed vision was not of any help. Turning to your nightstand, you were stunned.

A gift basket.

It was made up of essentials. Pills (for the raging headache after a hectic night out, and also for your liver), a face mask and eye patches (for the puffiness after crying), cold medication (because crying can lead to a small, yet annoying cold), and electrolytes to help restore your body. It was also, strangely enough, made up of your favorites. Favorite snacks (both salty and sweet), favorite beverage, and favorite... flowers. With a note. Flowers? From who?

'Hope you feel better :)'

Slowly (and carefully), you got up from your bed, sliding your feet into your slippers and heading out towards your kitchen. What caught you off guard, was, the fact that a red-haired Manshine City player sat comfortably on your couch, turning his head your way.

"Morning, Yn. How'd you sleep? You like the basket I left there for you?"

"Respectfully, Chigiri, how the hell did you get in here?"

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "I guess you don't remember, but I dropped you off after last night to make sure you got home safe. You gave me your keys and told me to come back in the morning."

So, you were that drunk.

Before you could even apologize, the doorbell rang. Chigiri stood up from your couch, making his way towards the door and opening it, only to reveal a delivery guy with a few boxes in his hands. Chigiri received the boxes, handing the guy some bills. He turned around and pushed the door closed with his back, walking towards your dinner table and setting the boxes there.

"I got us some toast and smoothies. You need to replenish your body with sodium and carbs after a night out, y'know?"

It was nice, you had to admit. To be taken care of after such a horrific night was precisely what you needed. It was a safe space which you clearly needed: the breakfast was delicious, and Chigiri's company was comforting. It was therapeutic, with you telling him how you felt and letting a few tears slip, and him listening to every word while using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe your tears away.

It was so nice, in fact, that you had not realized that the breakfast turned into a twelve hour hang out, which later turned to weekly hangouts, which later became 'let's just let Chigiri move in and basically become my roommate' hang-outs.

He was the company you never knew you needed, a breath of fresh air, if you will. Every day off he had meant a new activity for you two to try out, a new adventure, and a new fond memory. From painting mugs, to visiting zoos and aquariums, baking, a walk in the park—you name it, you and Chigiri had done it all.

It was hard not to notice the lingering touches, the lost puppy eyes, excuses to be near each other. It was bound to happen. For the past few months, he had been by your side, helping you heal and holding your hand on each step of the way. You wondered if he felt forced to do so, or if he genuinely cared. His actions seemed to insinuate that he did, but there was a sprinkle of doubt on your mind. You guessed you had Reo to blame for that.

It was too soon. Besides, there was the possibility he did this out of friendship, not out of love. Nonetheless, you were certain of one thing: Hyoma Chigiri had become your safe space.

The day of the altercation, Hyoma made sure to stop by his place to clean up his nose before going to yours. He did not want for you to find out, because it really was not relevant, as it could set back your progress towards healing completely.

As he stepped onto the elevator of your apartment complex, he pressed the button of your floor. He felt his phone buzz, and as he pulled it out from his pocket, he read it was a message from Reo.

Mikage I'm sorry. I didn't know the truth about everything, and I'm sorry I punched you.

Hyoma sighed.

Chigiri Say sorry to Yn, not me. (xxx)-(xxx)-(xxxx) That's my therapist. Clearly you need her more than I do. Don't even think of apologizing until you've changed. She doesn't need to deal with your shit right now.

The elevator's doors opened, and he stepped up to your door. With a few knocks, the door opened to reveal a happy you. A better you, that had a giddy smile on her face, instead of her lips curled downwards with tears running down her cheeks. A healed you, that was ready to take on the world, as her eyes gleamed with life.

"Are you ready, Hyo?"

He nodded as he took your hand in his, stepping back inside the elevator with you, going down towards the parking. After the match against Crystal Palace (and its gruesome aftermath), you offered to treat him to some sweets at a coffee shop you both liked.

As you and him arrived at the coffee shop, his phone began to buzz like crazy. His phone began to heat up from the amount of text messages he was receiving. He opened them, only to realize that he was in trouble. The first message he opened was a link from Isagi, which was a tweet leading to a news article.

Isagi "CHIGIRI HYOMA PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY MIKAGE REO IN LOCKER ROOM ALTERCATION. The red panther received a punch after winning 4-2 against Crystal Palace. A thread." This true?

Bachira WELL DID YOU FIGHT BACK?? DO WE NEED TO BOOK A FLIGHT???

Isagi More importantly, does Yn know?

He quickly turned his phone off as he held the door open for you, guiding you to a secluded table at the back of the shop. It was for privacy, because Hyoma Chigiri was one of England's most popular players after all.

It was not unusual for you and him to receive so many weird stares. Especially with the disguises you had on.

It was tradition, and it was something you did even with Mikage. In order to avoid crazy fans or paparazzi, you opted for stupid disguises, like sunglasses, hoodies, sun hats, caps, and more. This time was no different, with Hyoma having his hair tied into a bun, wearing a gray hoodie and a pair of polarized wraparound sunglasses. You, instead, opted for a cap and cateye sheer sunglasses.

The staring felt... somewhat strange. People from the coffee shop already knew you and Hyoma since you frequented the shop, but this time, their gazes lingered a bit longer than last time.

"Umm... Hyo... why's everyone staring at you?" you questioned, genuinely concerned as to why everyone stared at the man in front of you.

"Probably has to do with the fact that I screwed up in our match against Luton" he shrugged, feigning indifference.

Hyoma was glad that you had decided to block both your name and Reo's on your social media tags. It was done for obvious reasons, of course. The mere thought of Reo Mikage would have made your soul leave your body (in a bad way), so you opted to block both of your names to avoid gossip and the media trying to decipher your breakup.

This meant, of course, that only Hyoma and the rest of the world could see the tweets, the paparazzi pictures of you two, the speculation, the blind items of 'trusted sources' (which were garbage), and the overall buzz on what was deemed 'football's biggest love heist'. In the public eye, Hyoma Chigiri was a home-wrecker. A home-wrecker that fell HARD for his teammates ex-girlfriend. A total simp.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain red-head had his eye on you for some time. To him, you had been off-limits. Before, he felt utmost respect for Reo, so there was no breaking 'bro-code' when Reo told him and Seishiro that he was starting to fall in love with you. More importantly, he knew that, as long as you were happy, he was happy, even if it was with someone else. Naturally, that initial attraction faded over time, settling to admire you as a friend instead.

Hyoma internally cursed as he realized that maybe it did not fade completely, and that maybe, just maybe, he had been given a second chance. There was no more 'bro-code', seeing as him and his 'bro' had fallen out, and he already was a home-wrecker to the media, so there really was nothing to lose in regards to reputation.

What Hyoma Chigiri was afraid of losing was you.

He feared that if he were to confess, the beautiful 'whatever-it-was' that you two had (because he knew for a fact this was not a friendship) might end due to his feelings being overwhelming for you. If anyone was to make the first move, it had to be you.

And Hyoma was so glad you did.

After the coffee shop, he drove you back to your place. Hyoma offered to order takeout as a way to thank you for the coffee shop snacks. It was getting late, and as per usual, he was going to spend the night. The couch was all set up and ready for him. It had his blanket and his favorite pillow, along with a stuffed animal (a panther) which you had gotten for him at the zoo. He was about to lay down, when your voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hyo... can you sleep in my room tonight?"

He spared no time in following you to your room, with his blanket and pillow in hand. As you climbed onto your bed, he set the pillow and blanket on the floor. You laughed as you shook your head, patting the spot on your bed next to you. "I meant up here, with me."

Carefully (and while trying to maintain his cool), Hyoma climbed up to the spot next to you. You scooched over to his side, placing your head on his chest and your arms wrapped around his torso. Feeling him tense up, you slowly loosened your grip.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to do that, Hyo. I'm so sorry."

His arms were now on top of yours, readjusting them, thus tightening your grip. He bent down to leave a kiss on your forehead, reassuring you that it was more than okay for you to do so. A content sigh escaped your lips. "I like this" you smiled, "I like us."

"I like us too, princess."

It had been a year since you last saw Mikage.

It had also been around six months since the wish Hyoma Chigiri pushed away for so long had, at last, come to fruition, with him honored to be given the opportunity to call you his girlfriend.

The relationship was kept private. It was as if an unspoken agreement had been settled, with yours and Hyoma's friends not daring to ask about the status of your relationship, or if you had finally settled on a label other than 'just friends.' Aside from the usual photos taken by fans or paparazzi on the street, there were no public appearances or statements to clear things up.

Until the end-of-season party.

The end-of-season parties were hosted by each club once the season is finalized, usually sending out special guest invites to players from other clubs, or even having joint celebrations with them. Manshine City sent their invites, reaching former members of Blue Lock, and even providing each guest with a plus one.

There was no doubt on Hyoma's mind. It was time to go public.

It did not take long for you to be convinced to attend, seeing as this would be you and Hyoma's debut as an official couple. Media involvement was at an all-time high, seeing as there was a rise in popularity for Manshine ever since the 'internal conflicts' between players were shown to the public.

As you got ready for Manshine's end-of season party, you noticed a medium sized velvety box on your vanity. Curious, you opened it, revealing a beautiful necklace, at the center being a pendant in the shape of an initial. Your initial. As you took it out of the box, you heard your boyfriend's footsteps as he walked into your room.

"Hope you like it. Your name is lovely, so own it."

He took the necklace from your hands, swiftly placing it on your neck. Your phone began to ring, the caller ID reading Isagi's name. He had called to let you know he and Bachira were parked outside the apartment, waiting for you and Hyoma. Seeing as they ended up in Champions League quarterfinals and decided to stick around for a while in London, it was no surprise they got guest invites to Manshine's party. This meant carpooling was mandatory.

The party was flooded with journalists.

It was to be expected, of course. As players arrived, journalists approached them as if on queue, each one had a camera and a microphone on hand, as they were expected to cover the whole event.

So it was no surprise when you and Hyoma got approached by a journalist, hoping to ask your boyfriend a few questions about his thoughts on the season, as well as to congratulate him on his performance. The journalist asked Hyoma who was 'the gorgeous woman who stood at his side', to which he proudly smiled, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"She's the love of my life."

After a cordial 'congratulations' and a few pictures (which were definitely going to trend on the internet for weeks), you excused yourself as you walked towards Isagi and Bachira, wanting Hyoma to have a one-on-one with the journalist. You were about to approach them, only to be stopped by a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes widening in astonishment.

"Hi."

"Oh... umm... hi Mikage."

'This is going to be one hell of a night' you thought, unsure of how the hell Reo Mikage had the balls to actually strike up a conversation. His gaze lowered from your eyes to your chest, fixated on the sparky initial which hung on the shiny, silver chain.

"Uhh... nice necklace."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry."

Flabbergasted, you raised your eyebrows. He sighed as his gaze was now focused on the ground, as he was unable to look you in the eye. You could tell he was beyond nervous, as he fidgeted with the sleeves of his suit.

"I'm really sorry, Yn. I let my emotions get the better of me, and more importantly, I didn't trust you. I'm sorry that I didn't hear your side of things and just broke things off like that. I've been to therapy since then, and I thought now was the right time to apologize."

You stood there utterly dumbfounded, unsure of how to react. One one hand, it felt soothing to know your ex-boyfriend finally worked on himself, but even then, his actions still cut you deeply, and a part of you wished he never showed his face again. Even with mixed feelings, the corners of your lips raised to form a smile.

"It's okay, Mikage. Let's leave that in the past, okay?"

Sure, Mikage was the one who left you hurting, feeling like you were stuck at the bottom of a well with no one left to hear your pleas. He was the one to destroy you completely, after not caring enough to know your side or even listen to what you had to say. But if there was one thing you learned with Hyoma, it was that, to be at peace with yourself, sometimes it was better to forgive.

Mikage's eyes glimmered as tears threatened to trickle down his face, a smile growing on his face. Slowly, his hand reached for yours.

"Do you think we can... you know... give us another..."

You wasted no time in pulling back your hand.

"I hope you find true joy, Mikage, I really do. I just hope I never get to hear about it."

He slowly inhaled, letting out a shaky breath. You felt a strong arm wrap itself around your waist, and as you looked to your side, there was your boyfriend, Hyoma.

"Everything okay here?"

Mikage's eyes met with the redhead's.

"No—yeah—I was just leaving" he stuttered, "seems like you've got it from here."

"Don't you worry, yeah? I got her now."

[just-weird-fanfics]

Take it - Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: you ask Spencer to take your virginity. Spencer being Spencer second guesses if you're joking with him. You reassure him you're not and he soon agrees.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, Spencer reid being unsure, nervous Spencer, Spencer has a big dick cause you can't tell me it's not long, loss of virginity, oral f!receiving, fingerings, lots of praise, size difference, first kiss, very inexperienced reader, fake statistics cause I'm too lazy to actually look them up

Not edited that well so sorry and i'm also sorry its a bit late

Word count: 3128

"Spencer, can I talk to you for a second?" 

Spencer looks over and smiles when he sees you. He hadn't expected you to show up at his work but he wasn't that surprised, you had asked when he'd get home. 

"Of course. Are you alright?" He asks concerned when he sees you fighting with your jacket zipper. 

You nodded and looked up at him as he got closer to you. You looked past him for a second and saw a few of his team members, you didn't know who was who but knew names from Spencer's stories. Spencer glances over at well and you hear one of them whistle making Spencer shake his head with a small laugh. 

"Come here," Spencer takes your hand carefully and leads you away from everyone into the small kitchen area of the BAU. you smile softly and feel him squeeze your hand. "What's going on? You looked stressed." You smile and shake your head softly, "don't profile me spence."

He nods, "sorry. It's just hard not to when you fidget like that and are clearly upset." You frown, "do I look upset? I'm not im? Just a bit nervous-" you stop yourself when you realize your rambling gives you away. 

"Nervous?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I have an eidetic memory," he laughs, "now tell me what's wrong before I actually profile you."

You look away from him and tap your foot unconsciously. Everything you were about to ask started going through your head and you were starting to hope Spencer could just read your mind to save you time in speaking. But Spencer wasn't a mind reader, he was a profiler. And he saw the obvious way you always flushed around him, the nervous fidgeting, the spike in pitch when you talked to him. He took in everything. And he could only hope you were going to admit to liking him tonight.

"Spencer. Do you think you could um," your hands were playing with your zipper again and Spencer saw the way you leaned against the counter and your thighs pressed together. 

Oh. Oh.

"Spencer, can you take my virginity?" 

He was surprised he even caught your words with how quite you spoke them. Altho he was questioning if he heard you wrong. 

"I'm sorry. You want me to do what?"

You reach your hands out for Spencer's hesitantly and he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, "I want you as my first. I trust you. But you don't have to do it. I know you probably don't want to ruin our friendship and doing this might have just done that b-"

"I will."

You look up at him and see his eyes were basically blown out. Your knees almost buckle then. You smile and hug him already feeling something press against you that you knew wasn't his belt. "Let me go say bye to the team. Meet me at my place." 

-----

You had a key to Spencer's and when you arrived you immediately decided to go into the bedroom. His bathroom was connected and you walked in after dropping your bag on a side chair in the room. You didn't have much makeup on but you decided to wash your face anyway. Being childhood friends with Spencer you had come with him even in memory, you guys would joke, to all his apartments. So you had all the mini products of things you have at home at his place.

In the middle of brushing your hair you hear the front door open. You weren't sure what to do and when you look out of the bathroom and see Spencer walk into the bedroom you smile softly. "Already went in my closet I see," he motions to the shirt you took, the only article of clothing beside underwear you had on currently. 

"You told me that anything you had was mine. Vice versa." He smiles softly and sets his bag next to yours on the chair, "well your clothes are too small for me sweetheart." You flush at the common nickname he used for you. 

"Come here."

You basically rush over to him and he smiles and takes your hands in his. "You can always say no whenever you want to," he tells you. You nod, "you can too. I know this was a lot to ask." He sighs softly with a Ile and sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls you with him to stand between his legs.

"It's more likely for people to go to a trusted person for their first time. Almost 70% of that time its women going to male friends cause they know and trust them enough. I'm glad that you trust me with this. Altho, I didn't think you were a virgin."

You smile at his words, you would trust Spencer with anything. "Spence. I haven't even had my first kiss. I want you to be my first for everything, I just don't think I should've waited this long."

Spencer's face drops slightly and you look down. "Are you sure about this?"

"I like you Spencer. If it wasn't obvious enough."

He reaches your hand out and lifts your chin to look at him, "I like you too. I have for years. I just wish I didn't wait for you to be the first to talk."

"It's less likely for men your age to be the first to talk in a situation like this. And far less likely for you considering I'm your best friend."

He smiles and nods at your use of statistics on him. You moved a bit closer to him and moved your hands to his hair. He lets out a sigh at the contact and lets his eyes close. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, looking at you again. You nod and he brings his hands up to your face to pull you in.

When his lips touch yours you melt into him almost immediately. You were lucky he sat down as you wouldn't be able to keep your head up for long. His lips were a bit chapped but you didn't mind it. Your dreams were finally becoming reality. 

The hands you had in his hair move to his thighs as you try to keep yourself from falling to your knees, altho you don't think either of you would be too opposed to it. 

His lips move against yours and you follow his actions. You hear him chuckle softly and then he pulls back. "Would you like to sit on my lap?" The idea makes your head spin and you nod immediately. You didn't expect Spencer to lift you up like you weighed nothing but he did. 

He sat you on his lap and you gasped at the very clear bulge you felt underneath you. "Don't mind that," he mutters softly in your ear but you heard his breath hitch. 

You place your hands on his chest and he watches as you adjust yourself on his lap. He bites back the groan he wanted to let out and replays the soft moan you let out. From your expression you hadn't expected to rub against him. 

His hand meets your cheek and you make eye contact again with him. You don't have to say anything to each other as you lean in and kiss him like he had done to you. You felt him lick your bottom lip and you made a small noise of confusion. He grabbed your hips and rolled them against him making you moan into his mouth. He catches you off guard and lets his tongue slide into your mouth.

A gasps escapes you but you ease into his hold and let him take the lead. You tasted coffee and chocolate and the smell of his cologne. It all fills your senses and you let yourself drown in it. His tongue sliding against yours was a bit confusing and Spencer knew it. He pulled back and placed a kiss on your cheek before trailing them down your neck.

"You think you can show me how to do that more later?" You ask and you feel him nod against your neck. He nips softly at the skin there making you grab onto his shirt. You can feel the smirk on his lips. "Please," you mutter, "need you."

He moves his head back and looks at you. You smile and grab his tie and loosen it. He moves his hands from your waist and uses them to lean against. He watches you set his tie on the floor carefully then reach for his shirt buttons. 

"Sweetheart," he says carefully, "you're sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure in my life."

The buttons on his shirt were undone quickly. Spencer watches a bit amused and helps you shrug off his shirt to put it on the floor too. He smiles as you run your hands over his chest. 

You move back slightly to take off his belt but he takes your hips in his hands again and rolls you over. He makes sure you're comfortable with your head on the pillows. His hands rest on your knees and he looks up at you. You don't say anything and silently give him permission by spreading your legs.

"Can I take this off?" He asks, playing with the collar of the shirt you wore. You nodded and he did the same you did to him. The shirt was soon on the floor with the other. Your hands find his own when they come back to your waist. You watch as his eyes widen slightly as they stare at your chest. 

He leans down and kisses your neck causing a small gasp to come from your lips. His hands find your breaststroke and massage them as he kisses his way to the left one. Your head lays against the pillows as you let him lick and suck at your nipple. The other one being pun he'd slightly busy him making small moans leave your lips.

"Spencer. Enough teasing."

He smirks against your chest before bringing his lips to the other side and repeating what he did to the other. You bucked your hips up slightly making him chuckle and hold your hips down.

One last squeeze and he moves his lips down to your stomach. You look down and whine softly when you realize where he was going. His fingers hooked the waistband of your underwear and he looks up at you, "you want this?"

"Spencer, I'm not telling you again. Please, I need you."

He pulls down your underwear and off of you. He glances at the wetness that was covering them and smirks slightly. He throws them on the floor as well. Your legs were pushed up slightly by him and you watch him adjust so he's level with you.

You take a breath as you feel his own on your core. You nod slightly at him and he smiles. He leans forward and you feel his tongue slide up your opening and to your clit. A surprised moan leaves you and your hands are in his hair a second later.

He groans into your clit sending vibrations through you. Another koan comes from your lips. He smiles against you and his grip on you tightens. His tongue laps at your clit and quickly makes a coil tighten in your stomach. His fingers find your entrance and he slides one inside. You tightly grip at his hair and he curls the finger inside of you.

"Fuck. Do it again."

He does it again, making a whimper come from you. He lifts his head up to watch your face. He adds another finger and pumps them in and out of you as you close your eyes and moan out his name. 

A knot in your stomach keeps tightening and you open your eyes to look at him. He can see the way you're looking, your thighs shaking slightly, and feel your walls tighten. He brings his head back down and sucks on your clit sending you over the edge.

Your vision goes white and you grip his hair. A silent moan leaving your lips as you arch your back. He doesn't let up his movements and watches you from where he was. His fingers were covered as he pulls them out and he takes them into his mouth. You were still catching your breath and didn't witness the action but you felt him lick you clean. 

"You think you're ready for me now?"

You nod and he comes back up to your face. A soft smile was on his lips. "Words." "Yes Spencer. I'm ready." He nods and you watch him take off hus belt. You squirm slightly making him smile as he pushes down his pants. "Touch yourself for me." You nod and bring one of your hands down between your thighs.

You circled your clit with your fingers and frowned. It didn't feel as good as when Spencer did it. You dipped a finger inside you and had the same feeling. Spencer was better at everything he did. His fingers were bigger and able to hit spots inside you that you never could. Your mind wandered to his dick and you felt something nudge against your thigh.

You looked down and sucked in a breath. You've seen porn. You knew what a penis looked like. But Spencer's didn't compare to any you'd seen. 

"Is it gonna fit?" You ask, still staring.

"I'll go slow. Don't worry."

You weren't concerned about him going slow. You looked up at him and he could see you were being genuine about the question. "It'll fit. I'm not that big." You nearly slap him at that, "take a good look down and say that again." "Its only cause you're smaller compared to me."

He lifts your hips and settles himself between your legs again. His fingers find your slit and press in. You don't get to feel them for long and when they come out he brings them right to his cock. You watch him as he strokes his length. His hands on himself made it look like he wasn't as big as he was. But next to you it was almost painful just seeing his size. 

He lines up at your entrance and looks up at you, "if it's too much. Tell me to stop." 

"Ok. Please just-"

You let out a gasp as he slides just the tip inside kf you. It was already a stretch. He watches your face and can see the discomfort. He coos at you and slowly slides in further. You cry out and huss at a stinging pain. He immediately freezes and brings his hands up to your face. 

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to p-" 

"Pull out and I'll make sure you're the next case," you threaten when pleaser replaces the pain. 

He laughs softly at you and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He pushes in more and tears fall down your cheeks. He wipes them away and kisses you again, "don't worry. It'll feel better once I'm all in." And it didn't take long until he was pressed up against you fully. 

You breathe trying to get used to being filled. Your eyes were screwed shut but you could feel Spencer staring at you. His hands found your waist and rubbed circles softly onto the skin there. You opened your eyes to look up at him. And he looked hot. His hair was messy from your pulling and his eyes were blown with lust. 

"Move."

He pulled his hips back and then pressed into you again slowly. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling. He continued his pace and watched your expression. A smile was spread across your face and you looked like you were in heaven. Spencer smiled and moves his hands to either side of your head and leans down to kiss you.

He feels you bite his lip and he groans slightly. "Faster spence. I can take it." He was almost pushed over the edge at just the idea and nodded. He draws his hips back just like he'd done before but doesn't wait as long as he did to push into you.

His pace picks up and he relishes in the way you clench around him. He couldn't help but let a whimper escape his lips. The noise makes you clench harder. You pull him down and play with his hair. He kisses and nips at your neck as you moan into his ear.

The drag of his cock against your walls was amazing. It hit everywhere you could never reach yourself. You've never been in this much bliss before and you felt horrible for getting close so early. But your orgasm before and the new sensation were too much.

You tug his hair roughly causing his head to go back and a groan to come from his lips. He goes faster but wasn't sure how with how hard you were gripping around him. He feels you let up on his hair before a squeak comes from your mouth and you clench. 

He couldn't control himself after feeling you cum around him. He pulls out and grabs his cock. His hand moves fast and he lets out a groan. You come back down as you feel Spencer release onto your stomach. 

You both sit there for a minute and try to catch your breaths. Smiles spread across both your faces and a small laugh from your own.

"That was amazing. Thank you."

You watch him get up and nod. He kisses yoir forehead before walking into the bathroom. You stretch out slightly on his bed and smile at how comfortable it is. You close your eyes and hear the sink in the bathroom turn on. 

You were nearly asleep when you heard him walk back into the bedroom. A wet face cloth was placed on your heat making you let out a content hum. Then it went to your stomach. You faintly hear him rummaging through his closet before he walks back over. 

You open your eyes and look at Spencer as he hands you a clean shirt of his. You smile and put it on and curl up into his side. 

"Spencer, thank you for tonight." 

"Of course sweetheart. I didn't hurt you did i?"

You shake your head with a small laugh and kiss his chest, "you couldn't hurt me spence. You love me too much."

Spencer's hand goes to your hair, "I do love you."

You smile and hold him tighter, "and I love you too. Talk in the morning. You fucked me into a good night's rest."

[rainylana]

“Do it for me.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: reader’s past struggles come back to haunt her.

warnings: reader has an eating disorder, talk of anorexia and weight gain/loss, throwing up food, angst, tears galore, panic attack, depression, language. requested by @eu1a i hope i did this justice to what you wanted as of how serious the topic was. thank you for requesting and enjoy reading:)

“Fuck,” You sobbed, hands gripping the toilet as you sat on your knees, rocking back and forth through cries. You sniffled and snotted, choking on cries that echoed through the bathroom, an absolute mess. It was shocking how one little comment send you into hysterics. You thought you’d gotten so much better.

All it took was one comment from your sister about your weight to ruin your whole day, to send you into the bathroom. You tried not to stick your fingers down your throat, but you were so upset you thought you’d throw up anyways.

You’d always struggled with anorexia ever since you were in middle school, but you’d been doing good ever since you’d gotten together with Eddie. He was good for you, kept you positive. He knew about your past struggles, but you knew he had a hard time understanding it. You didn’t blame him, you didn’t understand it all either.

You’d never had a healthy relationship with food, but being with Eddie healed you. He taught you to love yourself, be kind to the body that you were given. Even if you didn’t want to be, you faked it till you made it. Being with him had helped you get to a healthy weight, put on the pounds you needed to keep your immune system up and healthy.

Your dinner was sitting uncomfortably inside your belly, so you stuck your fingers down your throat and threw up your food, gagging as you did so. It didn’t make you feel better, though, and you sobbed as you drooled all over your hand, eyes watering and chest burning as you vomited your stomach contents.

One comment sent you into a spiral, and you didn’t know how bad it was going to be.

•

You were exhausted, and the loud boom of cafeteria chatter didn’t help the pounding headache that you were trying to fight off. Eddie was to your left, arguing with Gareth and Dustin about something regarding to their newest campaign. You’d tried to focus on what they were talking about, but you hadn’t been sleeping very good. Everything seemed foggy, cloudy, hard to see through and felt as if you were underwater.

Your stomach rumbled for something to eat, but you denied it almost every time, making you look pale and sickly. It had been a week since your sister’s comment, and it had been a week of straight hell. Your body was undergoing your own torture, and you were certainly paying the price for it. You felt so guilty, going behind Eddie’s back and doing everything you could to keep him from finding out that you were sick again. He never saw you like it before, not really, only having heard your stories. You didn’t want him to see you week. You were afraid he’d find you disgusting.

“Angel?” Eddie’s voice echoed in your ear, becoming clearer when he grabbed your left hand. “You with us, baby?”

“Angel,”

“Baby,”

Dustin and Mike cackled like chickens as they made fun of their dungeon master. Eddie rolled his eyes, giving them the bird. “Sorry,” He chuckled, laying an arm over your shoulder. “You good? You seem quiet.”

You smiled as best as you could. “Yeah- just..just tired. I stayed up all night studying for our science exam.”

Eddie bopped your nose. “That’s my good girl. Keeping up with those grades, huh? Well, maybe you should ditch the rest of the day and head home for a nap, yeah? Might do you some good.” He kept eye contact with his big brown eyes, making you fall harder in love with him. Made you feel more guilty.

You couldn’t describe your feelings. You knew you weren’t overweight by any means. You were healthy and were you needed to be. You hadn’t even been insecure about your belly that wasn’t as smooth as it had used to be, or the extra meat on your thighs. You worried about eating, what the food would do to you if you got out of control. What would happen if you weren’t pretty anymore? What would happen between you and Eddie?

You didn’t see yourself as ugly, but you feared food would make you hideous. The solution? Simply not eat.

“Yeah, maybe.” You nodded, looking down to your lap.

“Not eating anything?” He noticed your empty space on the table.

“Not hungry.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You’ve not ate much this week.” He acknowledged, giving you an odd look. “You’re not coming down with something, are you?”

“No, no,” You shook your head. “Just been really tired. Not had much of an appetite.”

He frowned and scooted his bag of pretzels towards you, pointing so you could eat before he turned back to his friends, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he did so.

It took you five minutes before you could eat one.

•

Your gagging sounds filled the bathroom dreadfully, hunched over the toilet as you heaved out everything you had consumed that day, which hadn’t been much. You cried like a baby, guilt eating you alive. You didn’t know what to do. You knew you couldn’t go down this path again. You’d gotten so bad last time. You needed to talk to Eddie. You knew you had to.

The idea terrified you. He’d be disgusted of what you were doing wouldn’t he? He didn’t judge you before, but that was before.

You sobbed as you flushed the toilet and stood on shaking legs, walking to your bedroom to look in your mirror. You lifted up your shirt with trembling hands. You couldn’t even see your reflection from how hard you were sobbing, your heart broken and body wracking with guilt.

Before you knew it, you were calling Eddie.

His tapping on the window came as a relief and terror all at the same time. You pushed open your curtains to reveal his terrified face, and he jumped in as quickly as he could. “Baby, are you okay?” He grabbed your shoulders. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

You’d regretted it, though, now. It had given you a chance to calm down, his drive over there, and you were suddenly wishing you hadn’t called him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You waved your hands, not looking at him. “I’m okay, now, I was just upset.”

“About what?” He pressed, warm palms on gone shoulders. “What had you so upset, darlin’?”

“Nothing, I’m okay.” You dismissed halfheartedly.

“Baby,” He said firmly. “Tell me what happened! Are you hurt?”

“No, Eddie, I’m fine!” You snapped harshly, making him jump. “I’m fucking fine!”

You obviously weren’t, because your tears had come just as quickly back again, and you covered your face with your hands as you sobbed behind them.

“Y/n,” He tried to reach out to you but you jerked away. “Please, you’re scaring me, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you!” You wailed, making him recoil slightly. “You’ll be so mad at me!”

“Sweetheart,” He softly and carefully wrapped his hands around your shoulders. “Calm down,”

Your breathing got out of control, and you pushed him away to put your hands on your knees. “I can’t,” You choked, gagging on your own breath. “I’m so-”

“Breathe,” He tried not to panic along with you, holding your torso as he brought you to the bed. “Breathe, honey,” He brushed your hair out of your face. “Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”

You sobbed like a lost child, snot dripping down your nose as you hiccuped and choked. “Shh,” He soothed you. “Shh, I’m right here. Don’t rush, just breathe for me, alright? Need you to calm down.”

The panic attack drifted away after a few minutes, the terror washing away with an overwhelming amount of relief that made you sigh dramatically as you looked up to the ceiling. “Oh, god,”

He pushed your hair away from your sweaty face, adjusting your shirt that was falling off your shoulder. “Are you alright?”

You nodded heavily. “Thirsty.” You panted, getting up to shakily walk to your dresser for your water battle. He stood, watching you carefully to make sure you didn’t fall over.

You swallows your drink roughly, throwing down the bottle when you were done. “Oh, fuck, Eddie I’m so sorry.” You said exhaustedly.

“Y/n, honey, it’s okay.” He frowned, coming up to you. “But you’ve gotta talk to me, okay? I’m freaking out here. What happened that got you so upset? Did someone hurt you?”

“No,” You whined. “Stop asking me!”

“Y/n,”

“Eddie,”

“Fine!” He snapped. “Fine, what the fuck ever then!” He growled, stomping with heavy boots over to the beat. “Forget I fuckin’ asked.”

You gritted your teeth and crossed your arms, the familiar guilt swarming over you like buzzing bees. You carefully set down beside him, fidgeting with your fingers. Your eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked.

“I’m just…I’m afraid of what you’ll say. I don’t want you to be angry with me.”

Eddie looked over at you with saddened eyes, reaching out to grab your trembling hand. “Sweetheart, I promise I’m not going to loose it, okay? I just want you to talk to me.”

He watched you sit in silence, big tears rolling down your cheeks as your lip quivered. He wanted to pull you into his arms, but he knew you needed your space.

“I’ve been throwing up my food again.” You let out a whimper, face burning with shame. “It’s just been a couple weeks.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Throwing up…your food? As in when..”

“Yeah, like before.” You rushed, finishing for him. “I know it’s disgusting and I should stop. That’s why I’m telling you.”

Eddie looked to the floor, trying his hardest to figure out what to say. He should’ve seen the signs, should’ve realized you hadn’t been acting right, because you hadn’t, and all the pieces were finally connecting together:

“Two weeks?” He looked back up at you. “What happened?”

“My sister.” You sniffled. “She said that I was getting fat. Well, no, she didn’t say that. She said I was putting on weight, but you- well, you get it.” You stumbled, bringing up a nail to bite.

“Who, lizzie or Micah?” He said quickly.

“Lizzie.”

“That little brat.” He gritted his teeth. “I outta-”

“That’s my sister, Eddie.” You finally looked at him.

“I don’t care who it is.” He stood up, pacing. “Nobody should ever talk that way to anyone. That’s just messed up.”

“It’s not her fault.” You defended. “She’s right. Don’t be mad at her, Eddie.”

Eddie gave you a look. “Are you serious? You’re not gonna sit there and justify what she said to you, especially with…with your health.” He was flustered and red, pacing a whole in the floor as he walked from one end of the room to the other.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, causing him to stop.

“Am I- no, no, baby, are you okay?” He came down to his knees in front of you. “I mean- you know that I don’t know anything about this, so you just gotta be honest with me. I mean..well, are you alright? Don’t you..should you eat something?” He was rambling and he knew it, terrified of saying the wrong thing.

“I’m not hungry.” You blushed.

“How long has it been since you ate?” He regretted the word choice as soon as he said it, especially the way your face turned beat red, but he had to ask.

“This morning.” You answered.

“And did..did you, uh- throw it up?” He said carefully, looking up with big, brown eyes.

You were beginning to feel very small, not able to keep your eyes on him. You started to cry again. You held your belly and sniffled, his hands on your knees.

“Baby, it’s okay,” He tried to sooth you. “I’m not mad. I’m glad you told me. I’m just trying to understand.”

“Yeah.” You said hoarsely. “I’ve not been able to keep anything down.”

“Okay,” He said gently. “Thank you for telling me. Have you been doing anything else?”

“No,” You shook your head. “Just that. I’m scared I’m going to get bad again, it’s just so hard to stop.”

“What’s it feel like?” He tried. “Is it..like addiction? Are you addicted to it or is it something else?”

His slender fingers came up to wipe your tears, soothing your aching anxiety. “I-I..I,”

“Slow,” He stopped you. “Shh, calm down, slow, slow,” He guided you through your breathing.

“I’m too big.” You blubbered, coiling over and grabbing his arms. “I’m too- too, uh, big!”

“No, you’re not, y/n.” He shook his head, holding your shoulders. “You’re healthy. You’re exactly where you need to be.”

“But, what happens when I’m not!” You cried. “You’ll leave me!”

“What?” His eyes crinkled in surprise. “Honey, what, no. No matter what you look like I’m staying. No matter what.” He lifted up to hold your face.

“Sweetheart, you’re healthy and where you need to be.” He squeezed you. “It doesn’t matter if you loose weight or gain it, none of it matters to me, do you understand? All I want is for you to be happy and healthy. I want you to be the healthiest version of yourself that you can be.”

“I can’t do it,” You leaned your forehead against his. “I’m too stupid. I hate myself.”

“Do it for me.” He kissed your nose. “Please, just try to love yourself. Be kind to your body. I will help you in anyway that I can, you’ve just gotta be honest with me.”

You cried and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He didn’t realize how fast his heart was racing until he felt it vibrate against your own. He took a deep, shaking breath, allowing his own eyes to water.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Could you pretend you love me? Pt.1

Soap x Fem Reader (single mom).

Let me introduce Mr. And Mrs. Blackwood, the newlyweds and new neighbors.

This is just the alibi, a false marriage with normal jobs and a normal and traditional family, Why? Oh, just to take a look at the enemy.

Warning: only grammatical and spelling errors.

Pt 2

You and Soap argue all the time, for everything and for nothing, both work well together but before every successful mission there's always a previous discussion.

The boys are accustomed already so they just let you argue and complain. «I told you we don't want to attract attention, we will be discreet!» «we need to create a distraction so they can take the hostage without someone noticing!» «No!» «Yes!»

Price acted like a Father trying to stop two teenagers, every time. Both of you are efficient but also a headache.

This time is not different. Price already explained to you the mission, observe, get close to the enemy, put some hidden cameras or microphones, trackers, all the necessary to obtain information and capture them. That was the easy part, the hard part was Price's proposition.

- What? Sorry cap, but I think Ghost or Gaz or even you, would play a better role than Soap.

«Oh no, here we go again» ghost and Gaz muttered while rolling their eyes.

- Excuse me? You don't know what you're talking about y/n. I'm such a perfect husband material.

- You're everything but a husband. Seriously Captain, we have to considerate someone else. Also I have my daughter, what will I do with her?

- Y/n, I understand you're mother now, but I also know the girl is in a private school... A boarding school, am I right? she will be fine and if she needs to visit I'm sure she won't be in danger, that could help us a little.

You simply nodded but then you stared at soap, you observed him head to toe, you're sure he's not the right person for this kind of mission, his hairstyle, his personality, you think he's inadequate.

-Alright... but... He's not the right person for this mission, that's all I'm saying.

Soap is not angry, he's actually making fun of this, he put a hand over his chest and opened his mouth, pretending to be offended by your comment.

- Y/n, I feel offended, I'm a very charming man, clearly I'm the best option. The lieutenant is too serious, he certainly won't be very friendly with our target, Gaz is maybe an option, but there's not much chemistry between you and him as a fake couple and our Captain... He simply has better missions to attend.

«Agree» «Sorry Y/n, Soap's right» «he'll do it fine, trust him»

You just rolled your eyes, you feel ridiculous trying to make them understand your point of view.

A few days later after that discussion, you were looking for someone around the base. Emma, your almost 7 year old daughter, was visit day and you couldn't get a nanny for her so you brought her with you to the base, the little girl is now lost and you're desperate to find her.

- Did you Lost something Sergeant?

Ghost's voice took you by surprise, his giant form always makes you a little bit anxious.

- Ah! Ghost, I mean Lieutenant, I... I'm actually looking for my daughter... I told her to stay in my office but she disappeared.

And just behind him, Emma appeared, holding your lieutenant's hand.

- I think I found her.

You kneeled in front of your girl and hugged her.

- Emma, why did you do that? I told you, you can't walk around here alone.

- But Y/N, I wanted to explore!! Ghost found me, he accompanied me, he's very sweet.

You stood up and took your little girl's hand.

- I'm sorry Lt; thanks for finding her.

You started to walk back to your office while Emma muttered to you «I think Ghost is very handsome...» you sighed «you're just like your mother...».

Indeed, Emma is the mini version of your best friend, you miss her, her loss was the most painful moment of your life, but Emma needed someone, your friend always said you would be her Legal representative if one day the worst happened. Now after a year, you're trying to be a mother for the little girl.

Both were getting ready to leave the base when a Knock on your door interrupted, Emma ran to open, it was Soap.

- Y/n, I just came to give you the files with the location of the house and other important stuff, oh, I think it would be good if we arrive together...like a happy family.

- Thanks Soap, ah... Can we discuss all this later?, I have to take her back to school...

You pointed at Emma who's still on the door observing at Soap with sparkling eyes, you continued talking.

-This is Emma, my daughter. Emma, this is my friend Johnny.

Johnny smiled at the little girl and shook hands with her.

- Heyyy, future daughter, Ghost told me about you, you're certainly a sunshine.

Emma blushed but instantly the curiosity captivated her.

- Future daughter? Are you Y/N's boyfriend? Have you seen Ghost's face? I think he has beautiful eyes.

Your red face was enough to make Soap's laugh, but he was quick to respond.

- I guess your mommy will talk to you about this later, and Yes, I've seen my lieutenant's face, not so bad but I think I'm more... Attractive.

He blinked an eye at Emma and then to you, he said goodbye and disappeared. On your way to Emma's school you explained to her what Soap was talking about, you never saw her so happy, excited to 'help' you in this mission.

While she was at school, you packed all your clothes and some stuff necessary to take to your temporary home. Soap was kind and went to your apartment to help you with the boxes, after all, it was better if both arrived together.

It was a short drive, you also discovered the location is not so far from Emma's school, the house is not so big but also not so small, white and yellow with a beautiful garden, certainly looks perfect for a family. Before leaving the car you decided both needed to put some rules.

- First of all, when Emma is around don't insult or say a bad word

- Copy...

- Second, we will sleep in the same bed... But, if you get close enough I will send you to sleep on the floor, okay?

- Fair enough.

Why is he so calmed? It is annoying how he simply smiles and is not complaining? You're not understanding what he is trying to do.

- And... Why are you agreeing to everything I'm saying?

- You said I'm not husband or dad's material, I will show you you're wrong my sweet wife... Let's start the show, Sweetheart!

He opened the door and got out of the car, you stayed speechless and followed him, he handed you the keys to open while he was bringing the boxes with you and his stuff.

You wanted to help but he refused, you were starting to complain when a man, your new neighbor, and technically the enemy, appeared, smiling pretending to be nice.

- I want to help! You're being a...

- Hello there! welcome to the neighborhood!

Both looked at him, he started to walk to you, Soap put the box on the floor and held your waist softly, you didn't know why but you felt shivers.

- Hey, thanks man! I'm John and this is my wife y/n

- it's really good to have new neighbors, I'm Jeff. I live in the house next to yours, feel free to visit whenever you want.

- Oh man, you live in a palace, it's a wonderful house!

- I Know, I think it is a good place to raise kids.

-Certainly it is, not only the house but the entire neighborhood, that's why my wife wanted to buy this house, no baby?

He kissed your forehead and squeezed your waist softly, you jumped in surprise.

- Oh, yes, sorry, I'm distracted by all this beauty, I can't wait to start to unpack! Jeff, how long have you been living here?

- I moved here 6 years ago, it's wonderful, my son loves this place, do you have children?

- Ah...

- Yes, our little princess, Emma, she's not here but will visit us soon, she's excited to see her new bedroom.

- Oh, where's she?

You started to worry, you never thought about the real danger you were putting on the little girl, but before you could think about a good lie, Soap spoke for both.

- She's visiting my parents, they have a small farm and Emma loves the horses.

- I see, well, I hope I can meet her soon, my son will be happy to have a new friend...

- For sure, Anyway, it has been a pleasure to meet you Jeff, we have too much work to do, we want to end all early, to have some time for us.

Jeff, was looking at both, there was something in his eyes that made you think he wasn't very convinced, You hugged Soap by his waist and put your head over his chest

- Ah yes, it has been a pleasure Jeff, but as my husband said, we have to hurry up if we want to... you know, do some newly married things.

He nodded and started to walk to his house, before you could speak again, Soap carried you and yelled «Home sweet home, my lady» you made a loud fake laugh and tried to make some sweet comments. Once the door was closed you jumped from his arms and looked for your phone and sent an encrypted text to Price. «Phase 1, Success, we'll start to install security around the house and ASAP we'll try to install microphones and trackers on the enemy». Soap was quick, he started to work in all the security system, you were surprised when you saw him installing on Emma's room.

- What are you doing Soap?

He looked at you and continued his work, you noticed Emma's room was the safest around the house. Then, his voice caught your attention.

- If your daughter will be staying here some days, I want to be sure she will be safe, you and her are my responsibility at the moment, it means that keeping us safe is my priority, more than spying on the enemy.

You blushed, his words caused you goosebumps and a strange feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure about why you were feeling all that so you decided to say thanks and leave the room.

- Thanks Jhonny, umm, dinner will be ready soon, wash your hands.

- I'll be there in a minute.

You ran out of the room, your heart beat was racing, after the dinner both were working a little, talking about your daughter and when she will visit you, it was strange for you, but for a moment you forgot this was all fake.

[cakexblankett]

Into me you see

Character

Lady Jessica

Rating

Green

Words

1.586

~•~

"Here are the candidates, Lady Jessica."

"Hm you can leave now."

Lady Jessica took a guick glance at all the seven girls aligned in front of her. Her eyes stopped on you. You didn't dare look in her direction, your face cold and unexpressive. She came closer to you, looking up and down at your form. She gestured for the others to leave, and they immediately took off. You remained alone with her, your muscles tensed.

"Look at me."

You did as you were told, your E/C eyes looking directly at hers. She was beautiful, her jawline was defined and her cheeks almost hollow but that didn't take away her feminity.

"Tell me your name."

"Y/N."

She hummed, and with her hand put a stranded hair in its place. Her touch was gentle and her palm slightly touched your face, which almost made you jump. You weren't used to these small gestures of affection.

"I know you carry a knife."

Your eyes widened. How could she tell? She smiled, and her hand moved slowly down your body. You were prepared to attack at any moment, but something told you not to. Her hand trailed down your torso, until she found the knife and threw it away from the two of you.

"Now we're both unarmed."

Your jaw tensed, and you faked a smile. You didn't want to be there, but that woman made you curious somehow, so you tried refraining your violent impulses.

"You're a Fremen."

"And very proud to be one."

Your chest puffed, and you looked down at her. She just smiled at you, and you began being irritated by her kindness and gentleness. You knew it was a façade; as soon as you would have trusted her she would have stabbed you in the back.

"I want to entrust my life to you."

You rolled your eyes, and chuckled. She was so naïve, thinking that a Fremen girl like you would help a woman like her, the concubine of the Duke that would certainly ruin your land.

Lady Jessica's smile never left her pale face. You gazed at her curiously.

"You may not know it now, but we are a part of a bigger plan."

You raised one of your brows, inquiringly. Could she be talking about...?

"Lisan Al-Gaib..."

You whispered. She nodded, her smile fading. You gulped; she could be lying, but something told you she wasn't. The prophecy was finally becoming reality, and you were going to be a part of it.

You kneeled, and bowed your head.

"I will protect you with my life."

Her hand came to touch your veil, and hummed. You looked up and saw the face of a true Bene Gesserit, the bearer of the Lisan Al-Gaib.

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Weeks have passed since you became Lady Jessica's bodyguard. You followed her around the house, helped her with easy and hard tasks. You never left her side, you even slept in her room. You wondered why she didn't sleep with the Duke, but didn't dare ask, it wasn't your place to know these things.

"Y/N."

You bowed your head, her tone was different this time. You could tell from the slight shaking of her voice, and how she tortured her hands.

"Yes, Lady Jessica?"

She began pacing around the room, eyes closed, breath laboured. You simply looked at her, motionless. You started getting attached to her, your little and scarred heart began to feel again. You remained wary, but you knew it was a matter of time before all your walls would crumble.

You had a troubled past, your childhood passed under the tyranny of the Harkonnens. Your mother was killed when you were only four, and your dad disappeared not long after. People abused you, people walked away and never came back. Your people, the Fremen, tried her best to take care of you but the loss of your parents made you cold and distant and, above all, a warrior.

But all that seemed like a distant nightmare when you were with Lady Jessica. You didn't know what it meant to love someone but maybe she could show you, you wanted her to. You wanted her to take your heart and keep it in hers, away from all the hurt and pain.

She stopped in front of you and her hand cupped your cheek.

"I fear the time has come."

You furrowed your brows, not understanding. She smiled, and you gazed at her in adoration. Her smile was warm and beautiful, it almost made you smile in return. But you hadn't smiled in so long you feared you would look ridiculous.

"Time for what, my lady?"

A tear rolled down her cheek and you instinctively raised a hand and wiped it away with your thumb. Then, you put your thumb in your mouth. She watched you suck your thumb, your lips around it. She licked her lips, then closed her eyes.

"We don't waste water here."

She nodded, retreating her hand from your face. The loss of her warm touch made you whine.

"Prepare yourself to fight."

"My lady, I fear I don't understand-"

She raised a hand and you took the hint and stayed silent. At the end of it all, you were there to fight, it was your mission. To save Lady Jessica's life, even if it meant losing yours. You didn't mind, you would have walked through fire if it meant she would be safe from it. You weren't there to understand, you were there to follow orders, without questioning them.

"I regret choosing you."

There it was. You knew it, but you hoped those words would never come out of her mouth. Everybody had always regreted it, you were never the first option. It was strange she chose you in the first place, but she did, and you wondered why. But that didn't matter now, because she regreted it. What did you do to make her say that? You always tried your best to follow her orders, you thought it was going farely well.

You would have cried, you really would have. You felt so heartbroken, almost like you would explode at any moment, but your face remained the same, and your hands didn't shake, although you felt cold. A voice inside of you kept telling you that it was only natural she felt that way.

You remained silent, watching her as she paced around the room again.

"I shouldn't have chose you..."

You gulped, hands coming into a fist at your sides. You tried your best to remain calm, closing your eyes.

"If I didn't... you would have been safe."

You opened your eyes and gazed at her moving figure.

"I'm sorry?"

She stopped, her back facing you. You couldn't see the tears rolling down her cheeks but you could see her tremble. You didn't know if it was ok for you to come closer, so you didn't.

"You shouldn't be here, it's not safe. I'm sorry, I've been selfish, you should be with your people, away from this house. Now you might die, all because I..."

She sobbed, her voice cracking. Fuck it, you took three long steps and put your hand on her shoulder. She put hers on top of it and squeezed yours gently. You were a bit embarrased, you didn't know what to do or what to say.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

You looked all around you, you couldn't bare see her in such a state.

"I... I'm glad you chose me."

You blushed, biting your tongue. She looked up at you, her eyes red and her cheeks wet.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here."

She smiled, that smile that made you melt. She took your hand and kissed it gently. Her lips on your skin made you feel on fire, you almost couldn't take it, the way she made you feel was ethereal.

"I knew I made the right choice."

You smiled, a shy and clumsy smile, but it was sincere. It was your first, true smile in what felt a decade.

"If something is really going to happen tonight..."

She looked right at you, her blue eyes locked in yours. The eyes are the window of the soul, hers was strong willed but uncertain.

"I just want you to know..."

You took a big breath in, averting your eyes from her. Her hand was still holding yours, and her touch made you feel so many things, things you never felt before. You felt like you were going mad.

"I... will protect you, even if it means I will die in the process."

"I know."

You nodded, and retreated you hand from hers. She let go of your hand, and turned away from you. You suddenly felt cold, and you shivered for a second. You could never ask her to love you, you knew her heart was in the Duke's hands. Will anyone ever love you? Nobody ever did, nobody ever will.

But she loved you, not in the way you did, but she cared for you, and that was enough. She saw your potential, she chose you to protect her, and you would do anything to make her proud of you. So if that night you would have lost your life, so be it.

Into me you see

You've got me wide open

Open sesame

Into me you see

You've got me wide open

Now I'm ready

Is this intimacy?

@marvelwomenrule

[guizika]

His Promises

Billy Loomis x Male! Reader

Cw - Male reader, Angst, memory loss, mentions of abandonment, mentions of fights, mentions of murder and deaths. Maybe it’s a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You were always left by people, but Billy promised you that he would remain by your side until the end. However, you expected him to break this promise, just like he did with the others, but it seems like he wants to keep this one.

Word count - 841

You were always very attached to the people close to you, always doing everything you could to make them happy and comfortable around you. However, no matter how hard you tried, those who were close to you left, one way or another, and so did the memories related to them.

Over the years you got used to this, living a normal life and enjoying those who were still close to you. Your expectations were never very high, always expecting people to leave without warning, abandoning you. However, there was one person you didn't want to go, and that was Billy Loomis.

The fact is that you and he were secretly dating, and for many years it was like that. When his mother left, you were there, supporting and helping him. However, he became more distant, lost in his own thoughts and feelings, leaving you lost for a while.

Billy has always been a complex boy, so it was a surprise when he asked you to marry him. You obviously accepted, saying you'd been in love with him since you were kids, but your heart squeezed when he told you it would have to be a secret. He told you that he was working on a plan, not exactly what it was or why. What's more, he told you that you'd have to pretend to date Sidney Prescott because it was part of the plan.

You blame yourself for accepting this, for agreeing to be his boyfriend in secret, for letting him maintain a fake relationship with Sidney. At school you had to see the girl and him together, something that made you bubble with anger and jealousy inside. Why did you let him? Honestly, you don't even know, maybe it was part of Billy's manipulation, or maybe you were blinded by love. Either way, you fell for the illusion that one day he would take you on, you let yourself be carried away by his sweet, loving words.

When the murders started you were terrified, thinking about Billy and how he must be at the moment. Fearing for his safety. In fact, you hardly slept at all for fear of having a killer on the loose.

When you arrived at school and saw him, it was like a wave of relief washed over you. Talking to him and his friends, feeling uncomfortable every time you saw Sidney around Billy. What's more, Stu's jokes related to the murders didn't lighten the mood, in fact, they made you even more worried.

During the period when the killings took place, you and Billy started arguing a lot, mainly because of jealousy. These fights didn't last long, but they were still stressful. But the worst fight was when he got out of jail, you wanted to know why he had gone to Prescott's house, which led to a disagreement. So, to calm you down, he promised to take you on and break up with her, leaving you happy and calm.

The day the party at Stu's house took place officially sealed the end of your relationship with Billy, a tragic end to a relationship that was supposed to be magical. You got there early, seeing some of your friends there, but no sign of the brown-haired boy. Without much to do, you sat down on the sofa and started listening to Randy's long explanation of horror movies.

You don't really remember what happened that night. In reality, it was a very traumatic event for you, so your brain just deleted some things from your memory. The deaths, the fights and the conversations have all been forgotten, it's as if they never even existed. Most of the things you know have been told to you. The only two things you remember from that night were when Billy revealed himself to be a ghostface and when he died, the rest is very fuzzy and even distorted.

However, something that your memory hasn't erased are Billy's promises and sweet words. The things he said to you in the moments when you were vulnerable around him, in the intimate moments you shared. He always promised to stay by your side until the end of the world. For a long time you tried to erase those memories.

No matter how hard you tried to forget him, he never went away. He was stuck in your memory like gum on the sole of a shoe, like a scar that never goes away. Many nights you found yourself thinking about him, even waking up and remembering dreaming about him.

In your dreams, the promises came true, lulling you to sleep. But he also haunted your nightmares, his lifeless face emerging from the shadows or a ghostface would appear and start hunting you down, shouting sweet promises and trying to trick you.

In the end, your biggest dream became your biggest nightmare. You wanted people to stay by your side, for them not to leave. But now, you just want him to go away and leave you alone, allowing you to finally be free…

Author’s note: I've had a creativity block and haven't found the motivation to write in recent months. I'm sorry for the absence, now I hope to return and post at least once a week. ♡

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[dearmura]

a token for a laugh

☆ cw. some swearing, not proofread

☆ pairings: idol! Ni-Ki × fem idol! reader

☆ genre: fluff, crack, arcade dates, idol au

☆ synopsis: both lacking content for both your groups, respectively, ni-ki and you opt for vlogging your date night at the arcade. though you suppose the death threats being passed back and forth would need to be edited out later...

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"Damn riki, you're gonna suck that bad in front of the fans? What a pity" you tease, recording over his shoulder as he tries for the nth time to win Pac-Man

He quickly makes a glance at the camera, mustering up his best puppy eyes

"Guys this is who your idol really is: a bully" he fakes a cry as he turns back to the game, wiping away a fake tears, making you scoff

"Ya! Don't listen to him! He can't even win a game of Pac-Man" you turn the camera to face yourself to clarify (fans are crazy so they'd probably take it literally)

As if on cue, the sound of him losing is heard, making you cackle as you zoom in on the screen

"I didn't like this game anyways" he says through a pout as he stomps his way to the next game, making you coo

"Oh oh! Riki-san! I bet the fans wanna see you lose at air hockey~" you tease further, already propping the camera off to the side

"Oh it's so on angel" he says through a smirk, challenging you with his eyes, facing the camera soon thereafter

"Place your bets in the comments on who's gonna win" he speaks cheerily, making it obvious as he points at himself. You roll your eyes

"You know the rules pretty boy, first one to seven wins. Try not to cry too much when I beat your a-i mean beat you" You very horribly play off your curse, remembering you were still an idol with an image to uphold. He giggles at your antics, inserting tokens into the slot before serving the puck

Immediately, the game gets heated, both of you refusing to let the other win. Occasionally, either one of you would hit he puck so hard it would go flying, making you both fear it would hit the camera

After a first round that took way too long, he finally scored one over you, slipping the puck right past you. He forms an "L" with his hand over his head as he teases your loss

Ni-Ki 1 - 0 y/n

"Don't get too excited, it's just the beginning, pretty boy" you ground him, a smirk on your face at his look of disbelief

Wordlessly, he serves the puck again, trying to slip it past your guards once more but continuing to fail. Kids awaiting their turn probably ran off to the hoops by now with how long you guys were taking, not that you cared

In the middle of the round, your eyes lock for a second. You look down at the puck, then back at him and shoot him a wink. In an instant, the score is tied, making his eyes widen

Ni-Ki 1 - 1 y/n

"That's not fair! You cheated!" Riki insisted, making you only smirk more. You lean in over the playing board, speaking loud enough for him to hear but low enough for the camera not to pick it up

"Not fair that you're whipped for me? Huh, pretty boy?" You give him your most innocent eyes, making his blood boil

With a smile, you serve the puck, satisfied with his flustered state. Seeing him let out frustrated grunts each time he missed an opening just made you giggle more.

You clearly saw your affect on him as one

Ni-Ki 1 - 2 y/n

After

Ni-Ki 1 - 3 y/n

The

Ni-Ki 1 - 4 y/n

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Ni-Ki 1 - 5 y/n

The puck slid past him, eliciting a giggle out of you and an annoyed grunt out of him

Ni-Ki 1 - 6 y/n

He eventually gives up when he realizes he doesn't stand a chance against you. Taking the puck in his hand and sliding it past the goal, the buzzer goes off followed by a series of lights indicating that you won

Ni-Ki 1 - 7 y/n

Seeing a little pout on his face, you stop yourself from celebrating. Grabbing the tickets being dispensed, you hand them to the boy, making his face light up at your gesture

Pulling him aside from the camera's view, you figure plenty would need to be edited out anyway. Placing a hand on his nape to bring his ear closer to your lips, you whisper softly knowing he gets sulky after a loss

"What's mine is yours, darling. Now let me see that handsome face" you say before placing a peck on his lips, caressing the hand that held the tickets you gave him

Blushing intensely, he quickly clears his throat, walking back into frame to pick up the camera, making you chuckle before scanning your eyes over the arcade again. Your eyes immediately catch a bubblegum pink claw machine with god-awful, blinding florescent lights, stuffed to the brim with cinnomoroll plushies

With a squeal, you immediately run to get a closer look, pressing your forehead against the glass like a child looking into a candy store. Looking back from where you ran, you see Riki running to catch up to you, camera in hand filming everything

Seeing the entranced look on your face, he can't help but coo. Taking advantage of his softness toward you, you muster up your best puppy eyes, tugging gently as his sweater sleeves. You weren't the type to do aegyo. Hell, you hated it but, you had your priorities

Your lame excuse at convincing him must of worked as he took your face in his hand and squished your cheeks, cooing at your cuteness

"Consider it yours, princess" he whispers softly in your ear, handing you the camera with a smile

Inserting the tokens into their designated spots, Ni-Ki strategically jolted the stick around, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, making you coo. You couldn't help but film his focused face, knowing that the fans would find it just as adorable as you

Camera in hand, you caressed his hair, cheering him on as the claw dropped, grabbing hold of one of its ears but almost immediately dropping it. You frown but still cheer him on for trying, ready to walk away

"No no no, I said I'm getting it for you, angel. We're not leaving until it's in your arms" he says almost without thinking, inserting another coin into the claw machine, this time crossing his fingers as he clicked the drop button

You blush at his determination, propping the camera off to the side as you come up behind him and jokingly massage his shoulders, cheering him on as you do so

After numerous tries and way too many tokens later, the plushie barely managed to drop down the slot but, by some miracle, does. He lets out a sigh of relief, immediately checking your reaction, hoping you were proud of him

You immediately squeal, jumping in joy almost like a child, making him coo. Reaching for the plushie in the slot, he hands it to you, who immediately hugs it tight to your chest

Placing a kiss on his lips, you dance around the arcade, plushie in arms. He giggles at your content state, shutting off the camera before running to you

Moments like these were ones he didn't want to share, ones that would stay just between the two of you

With a smile, he catches up to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder and placing soft kiss in your hair

fin

author's note: a lot of you requested idol! Riki × idol! reader content so I just mashed them all into this! Thank you again for requesting!! Feel free to send more, as always!!!

[lightupthemoon]

kiss me like you wanna be loved

Summary: Your roommate Kate comes back home after a bad date, and you do your best to cheer her up.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 1 K

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Author's Note: Hello there! The writer's block is real, let me tell you, guys. But I am here with a small fluff piece while I get back on my feet. Enjoy!

You knew you were in love with Kate Bishop from the moment you laid eyes on her. Her charming overconfidence could be overwhelming, which made it impossible for you to even think of telling her how you felt. You settled for getting to know her as a friend, convinced that having her in your life in some capacity was much better than not having her at all.

Years passed by this way. You swallowed the jealousy that bubbled in your chest every time she went out with some idiot that didn't appreciate her enough, and hung on to the idea that, even if it hurt, her happiness was more important than anything else. You never allowed yourself to dream, to imagine a fantasy world when she would feel the same way. You preferred to suffer in silence, watch her go on date after date, before ever entertaining the idea of putting your friendship in jeopardy. 

“Hey, can I sleep with you?”

It was a Saturday like any other. Kate had gone on a date, and you had stayed in the apartment you shared, baked a batch of cookies to bury your heartbreak in, and gone into your room to read a romance book you had bought last week to keep your mind away from Kate and whoever was it she was dating this time. She had been excited about it all week, and you faked enthusiasm as much as you could. From the look on the brunette’s face, it hadn’t gone very well. 

Kate rested her head against your door frame, looking at you with a hint of sadness in the blue of her eyes. Your roommate was still wearing her heavy wool coat, and her cheeks seemed a little flushed, probably freshly touched by the winter currents. You slid to the left side of the bed, patting the empty spot next to you. 

“Always, come on.” 

You heard her sigh, taking off her coat as she walked into your room, leaving it on your desk chair. Your attention went back to your book as she got comfortable, lying on her back and crossing her arms over her chest with another sigh escaping her lips. 

Your eyebrow rose on an instinct, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing your book. “Bad date?”

Another dramatic sigh. “Yeah,” she responded, unenthusiastically. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really, no. You just need to know it was bad.”

“Well, that’s her loss.”

Kate scoffed, the faint tone of a smile in her voice as she replied, “I don’t think she shares your opinion.”

You put your book face down on your nightstand, adjusting your position on the bed so you were facing her. The brunette glanced at you from the corner of her eye, the involuntary pout clear on her face. 

“I don’t need her to, I know the truth. Anybody would be lucky to have you, Kate.”

Kate clicked her tongue in disagreement and turned on her side, scooting as close to you as she could. As if it was second nature, you wrapped your arms around her and Kate buried her face in the crook of your neck, her cold cheeks making you shiver. Silence took over the room for a moment, the atmosphere so comfortable you would have drifted into sleep if it wasn’t for how restless the archer seemed to be.  

“That has to be a lie,” Kate whispered after a while, sounding much sadder than she had let on before. “No matter how hard I try, it just never seems to work out. Something must be wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Listen–,” You exhaled, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “If those girls can’t see how incredible you are, then they don’t deserve you, Kate. I’m sure one day not so far from today there will be someone that will see everything that you are and still love every single thing.” You smiled. “You just need to be patient, okay?”

It was only then that you realized how close you actually were. It was just a matter of anyone moving forward for your lips to meet hers. As the thought crossed your mind, Kate glanced down at your lips, as if she was thinking the exact same thing. Your gazes met again, and you could have sworn you saw the idea swimming in the stormy waters of her eyes that maybe, just maybe, what she had been looking for had been right in front of her all this time, holding her hand through every crisis. Kate only needed to close the gap between you and find out. Tension immediately filled the air, your heart beating so loud against your ribcage you were scared she could hear it. You had thought about this so many times–being this close to her, kissing her. It was a thought you had buried in the deepest part of your being, far away from your reach, because Kate was your roommate, your best friend, and you just couldn’t fathom the idea of not having her in your life. And yet, here you were. Unable to breathe, with her face mere inches away from yours. You knew you needed to pull back and move away from a potential mistake but, before you could do anything, Kate leaned forward and pressed her lips against your own, timidly. Immediately, a warm sensation invaded every inch of your body, eagerly returning the gesture in an act of submission to the unstoppable beating of your heart. The brunette cupped your face with both her hands, pulling you closer, brushing your bottom lip with her tongue in a question to deepen the kiss. Your lips parted opened, granting her access, and soon enough what had started as a shy and soft kiss had turned urgent and passionate. Almost like you had been waiting for that moment for longer than both of you let on, and were just now realizing it. 

After what simultaneously felt like an eternity and not enough time, Kate pulled away, keeping your faces so close to one another that the tip of your noses brushed together. You didn’t dare to open your eyes, afraid of the words that were sure to come out of her mouth. You just savored the moment, before reality dawned, and it all passed.  

Whatever was to happen next, it had been worth it. 

Then, she spoke. “Maybe I already did.” 

Before you could even process what she had said, she kissed you again.  

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[darlingillustrations]

I feel like I should be panicking more. My rent is due in one week, my landlord isn't friendly, and I have no one to ask for help. And yet? I have an eerie sense of calm about it.

I know the calm that happens when you are not actually calm but panicking and your body is helping you survive. This isn't that kind of fake calm. I am sleeping at night. I'm not snaping at my kids. I am *at peace.*

(Read more for musings about the economy, my spiritual mindset in the midst of it all, and some Mary Oliver poetry.)

Five years ago? I would be panicking and staying up late working long hours and burning myself out. But now? These days I'm working full days, then stepping back and cooking meals or working on projects for my kids. It feels more stable this time. I feel like I've matured.

I got a report in my email yesterday which showed that retail sales in January plunged 0.8% from December, far worse than the consensus forecast for a decline of just 0.2%, and the largest monthly loss since March 2023. On the one hand, it made me feel better that it's not just me. On the other hand, it sucks that lots of other people are struggling, as well.

Still, I make the time to meditate every morning. Still, I pull out my poetry books and take my life advice from Mary Oliver. In the poem One or Two Things she wrote:

One or two things are all you need to travel over the blue pond, over the deep roughage of trees and through the stiff flowers of lightning--some deep memory of pleasure, some cutting knowledge of pain.

You don't need to have all the answers. You just need to put one step in front of the other.

Last year when I launched my wholesale business, I drummed up over 1000 leads. I'd pick a city and use google maps or yelp to search for gift shops, stationary stores, coffee shops... anywhere that I thought might want my work... and I took the time to write a personal note to each and every one of these businesses. This month I decided to check back in with them again, and so many of the businesses are now closed or their email addresses no longer work.

Having exhausted these leads, I sat at my computer yesterday with the knowledge that I needed to wait on people to get back to me, that the wholesale leads were out of my hands. And that I still did not have money to pay my landlord. Not once did I fear I would join the list of closed businesses. I did not despair.

Instead, I turned to my first joy. I went back to the sales history on my website and found my very first customers from back in 2016 when I launched my web shop. I emailed them, each of those first customers, sending personal emails. I did not ask them to buy anything. That wasn't what I needed. I asked how they were, what they have been up to, where their lives have taken them.

I was searching for that deep memory of pleasure, that cutting knowledge of pain. One or two things is all we need, after all.

And I got one email back.

This woman was the first person to ever buy an art print in my online shop--a honeybee boy painting--and it is still hanging in her stepson's room, nearly 8 years later. She shared pictures of her new baby, and I shared the pictures with my kids. This woman had sent me many emails over the years, asking for life advice or encouraging me on a hard day. She shared that she didn't realize her emails had made such an impact on me.

Funny how none of us truly sees how impactful we are to those around us. Funny how life keeps going on, whether we worry about it or not.

In One or Two Things, Mary Oliver also wrote:

For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. "Don't love your life too much," it said, and vanished into the world.

I want my character to be defined not by what I do when things are easy but by how I carry myself when things are hard. And I do believe things happen for a reason. Maybe the line between delusion and faith is very thin, but the universe has shown me time and again that it's had my back. I've been in worse scrapes and still came out ok.

If you've read this far and you want to help me get through the next week, you can buy something from my shop or support me on Patreon.

And if you've read this far but you are in a similar boat, don't fret. We will find our way through the fires. one. step. at. a. time.

[wongyuseokie]

Masterlist: Seventeen 💎

Key: ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut | ♥ completed works | ✍️ work in progress | 💯 written I just need to post it. 

Indi’s Note 1: I’m aware that this might be a very long masterlist hahah. Bear with me heheh 💎💕 Indi’s Note 2: These fics are most if not all NSFW and contains mature elements, if you are a minor please do not engage with my works. 💕 Quick member links below because this is a very long masterlist to save you some time💕...these will be updated accordingly!  Seungcheol | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Soonyoung | Wonwoo | Jihoon | Seokmin | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Chan © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved. Do not, copy, edit, translate, my works, on any platform. I work hard on these stories. If you find it absolutely imperative to translate anything, MESSAGE ME FIRST 💕

🍒 Olive You ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend attempts to cook you breakfast after tiring you out the night before. Only problem? He’s not the most talented cook, but he’s a determined lover.

🍒 All Too Well ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: You thought you met the man of your dreams. He was everything you ever wanted, but what happens when that dream falls apart and when that man is no longer the one you recognise? You want to love him against all odds because you believe things can be better. 🍒 Bake a Wish ☆☀︎☁︎ ♕ Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk.

🍒 One Trick Peony ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Choi Seungcheol could only do one type of floral arrangement, and the rest he’d pawn off to you, granted he got a ton of orders, but he would always take the orders for arrangements that he could never do. This time he went too far. He took an ‘only peonies’ arrangement–a painfully delicate flower–and took an order for a wedding, and with your luck, you’re the only two florists available that weekend.

🍒 Silky ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Your boyfriend got his hair permed and wants to know if it still feels as soft when you tug on his hair, mainly when he’s laid between your thighs. 🍒Count for Me ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 🍒 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🍒 Setting the Mood ☆☀︎♕ Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit. 🍒 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🍒 Daddy Cheol (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: The one where you can't sleep, so you decide to text and tease your boyfriend until he snaps and tells you that you only come undone for him. 

😇 Gotcha! ☆☀︎☁︎  Summary: Jeonghan loves pranks, creating chaos and mischief, and you love it too, but one day he goes too far, and he’s unsure how to fix it because how do you fix a broken heart?  😇 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦌 Relax ☆☀︎♥ Summary: You and Joshua try role-play. He’s not very good at it, but he’s hot, so it works out anyways.

😼Crossing Lines ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

😼 Lollipop! ☆☀︎♕♥  Summary: You’re distracting your boyfriend while he’s working, and you do so by sucking a lollipop, but you’d much rather be sucking him. After a few moments of teasing, he snaps and decides to indulge you by tasting just how sweet you are. 😼Ugh! As If! ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend decided to take you into a drive-in movie for date night. Only problem? He looks scrumptious, and now your task is to ensure he knows just how good he looks without the others knowing.

😼 Sulky Jun (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Jun looks incredible in his new drama, and you couldn't be more proud. You're just a little sulky about the amount of kisses. 

🐯 There Was Only one Bed ☆☀︎♕☁︎ Summary: You like Soonyoung, and Soonyoung likes you. You won’t tell him, and he won’t confess either, and your friends are tired of the back and forth and after concocting an elaborate plan that leaves you to share a room with the man you’re hopelessly in love in the hopes of a confession, or at least a night of torrid lovemaking.

🐱 Cuffed ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend’s latest photoshoot has you reeling and wanting more, and lucky for you, you have just the thing to keep him in place as you overstimulate him. 🐱Forgive Me? ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is. 🐱 Tasty ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice.

🐱 Leaf Me Alone ☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. 🐱 Like a Cowboy ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him. 🐱 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐱 Super Shy ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend gets super shy when showered with affection, and it’s really adorable, so you won’t stop.

🐱Collage BF Wonwoo (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Wonwoo has been sulking about the fact everyone is clowning his collage skills, so to show you how good he is, he decides to make a collage of your nudes. 

🐱Enough For You Social Media AU ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: You care for Wonwoo a lot, arguably more than a friend, but he has reservations and feels smothered and instead tries to push you away because he's scared he can't be enough for you.

🐱Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead. 

🍚 Ruby Lips ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend looks incredibly hot while working and you can’t help but get distracted.

⚔️ Dolphin Like ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend once screamed like a dolphin, and you want to know if he can scream like that during sex, too, so what do you do? Overstimulate him until he does. ⚔️ Saddle ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has gloriously thick and muscular thighs and accentuates them by wearing tight jeans, which only makes you want to climb and ride them.

⚔️Buzz Buzz ☆☀︎♕♥  Summary: Your boyfriend discovers your sex toys and is now wondering why you need them if you have him, but more importantly, he wants to see what they do to you.

⚔️Neural Networks ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary The Escape allowed Dokyeom to gain a new life, one full of feelings. When he meets you when you save him, he experiences all of them - but did you? Strange things start happening once Dokyeom meets you. You embrace him, love him, and protect him. But when the dust from the chaos settles, Dokyeom can't help but doubt you. You have needs different from his. It's almost as if you're not like him at all. ⚔️Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   ⚔️Sleep Talking ☆♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has a habit of talking in his sleep, and usually, it’s something very random, but tonight? He mumbled that he loved you in his sleep.  ⚔️ Stitches☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Seokmin is nothing if not the perfect boyfriend, so he decided to manscape a little to spice things up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying enough attention, and he’s been stitched up for a week. He’s determined not to let you in on why he’s rejecting your advances, but all it’s doing is making you think he’s not interested. Seokmin sees that you’re upset, but he just doesn’t know how to tell his girlfriend that he accidentally cut his penis and now has stitches in it. 

⚔️Better Than Me (Social Media AU) ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

🐶 Pussy Drunk ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend loves your pussy. 

🐶 Drift Away ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You made the biggest mistake of your life, and now, Mingyu is trying his hardest to forget and forgive you, but how long till your infidelity rips you both apart? Besides, it’s not like you’d blame him. You hurt him. You did the one thing you promised never to do. 

🐶 Posey Bee ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥  Summary: Mingyu is the new hire and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

🐶 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐶Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   🐶 Snuggly ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment,  and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible. 🐶 Tall Boyfie and His Tall Friend (feat. Rowoon) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has been neglecting you for long enough, and you decide to take things into your own hands. Is it your fault that your boyfriend’s very attractive colleague is there the night you decide to do so?  🐶 The One in Red ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it.  🐶 Three’s a Company ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your best friend claims that she’s better in bed than you, and your fuck buddy Mingyu doesn’t like that, but he’s open to sharing and changing your mind as well as hers. 

🐶 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐶 Jealous Mingyu Texts (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu gets jealous about the outfit you're wearing to an event but can't do anything about it because no one knows you both are together. So what do you do? Naturally, you tease him until he snaps. 🐶 Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead.

🐸 Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   🐸 Sweetest Kiss ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and your boyfriend are determined to make it the best one ever, and a little edible lingerie never hurt anyone in the process. 🐸 Zen ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You have muscle soreness, so your boyfriend suggests yoga. It’s hard to stay calm and focus when he looks that good though.

🍊Slide ☆♕♥ (On Hold) Summary: You are sore after a very intense night, but you’re still very horny. So your boyfriend proposes an alternate solution.  🍊Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐢 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦕 Taste of Metal & You ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend got his lip pierced and wants to know if you can feel it when he’s laying with his head between your thighs. 🦕The Best Day ☆♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend has everything perfectly planned. 

[buzzcutseaswn]

the finale is so disappointing to me because it feels like they just took 3 whole seasons of work on the characters to just throw everything unfinished on the last episode and call it the end. if it really is the final season, why not give them what they deserve?

don't get me wrong, I loved the team scenes, the believe sign moment, the way the boys took Nate back, the women's team... but their individual endings? damn, where do I start?

they spent the whole s3 developing the Tish predictions, made a whole ass episode about the signs just to give Rebecca her "happy" ending with 3min left to the episode, with a guy we don't even know the name of. Rebecca deserved so much more development on that mother arc, her lightning, somebody actually showing her appreciation.

and don't even get me fucking started on the tedbecca fake outs, and the useless parallels between the two throughout the show. what was the use to their soulmate storyline if in the end they were separated anyway? and all the little things to hint on a possible endgame too when they could have used all that time to perfect other plotlines?

another one is the way Jamie tried to use the fact that Keeley sent him the leaked video to "claim" her when she never showed romantic interest in him this season. then he and Roy just fist fought over something that was not their decision. what the fuck happened to Jamie's s3 growth?

and the roykeeley of it all, getting back together, then not being together at all?

Beard got married to his abuser and not a single person thought about helping him out. not even his best friend.

and the one that pissed me off the most: Ted going back to Kansas, all alone, to watch 5th grade football matches forever, absolutely not being fulfilled with any of it; the way they implied that he got back together with Michelle? a woman that made him feel like he was too much, encouraged him to move an ocean away, far from his son, to get her space and then date their couples therapist?

all the interactions with Ted felt forced, out of character. Rebecca poured her heart out to him, gave him all the options, begging him to stay, got a first class ticket to say goodbye properly. he knew how hard it is for her to be open, to verbalize her feelings, to ask for what she wants. he didn't say a word. what did she get from being vulnerable?

the boys did a whole performance to say goodbye, put all the effort into something they all thought he would enjoy. what reaction did they get?

I don't feel a sense of closure at all, and I am so very frustrated they didn't do the characters I love so deeply justice. the loss I feel is heartbreaking. what a sad ending to a show with so much potential.

[undead-merman]

ooohh my goodness the Jock Himbo for Whitney too please I’m SO curious!!! 💕💕💕

Sure thing

Whitney with Himbo Male-Reader NSFW

He had seen you going about your day. He could see that stupid head from the crowds of these mindless, interesting people. He had seen some of your exploits. He even ran into you a couple of times trying to start shit with you, but before any conflict would erupt, someone else got involved, mostly teachers.

God, he hated how you tried to act all sunny and sweet to everyone who came up to you. He wanted to beat that stupid blank look off your face. Then, a smile would drift onto his features as he thinks about humiliating you in front of all the others who look up to you. That would make his week - no, scratch that. If he finally managed to get his hands on you, it would make his whole damn month. 

He finally is able to confront you in a small unused stockroom when you were helping one of the teachers on lunch break. He kicked your ass as you were bending over. You stumbled and fell on your ass like an old redwood tree. Before you could recover, he used a pair of scissors to cut your trousers open-

He was fucking shocked at the size of your cock. Truly cock shocked. How the hell did you have a cock this massive… not to mention so pretty. Perfect tip, nicely trimmed pubes to frame it. Was this why you were so dumb? All the blood hovering around your third leg? 

And when he looked up and saw your flushed face trying to hide your embarrassed features, he felt something stir withing him. He was planning on just mocking you and sending pictures to the whole school. No, he’s hard as a rock, and you are about to give him the best head of his life. 

Now he’s hovering around you when he pleases. He’s scaring off the other pricks that would try to do the same shit he did to you. He’s now claimed that he’s the only one who can fuck with you, unless he wants someone to. 

You are such a fucking idiot too, he should have thought of it before tricking you into doing shit, It's entertaining to see you carry his stuff around after he dumped it on the floor and lied about spilling it. It's ever more hilarious when he fakes being hurt, and you fuss over him and offer to do everything for him. You are such a dog. 

It takes a bit before he gets over your sunny smile and finally declares you as his. He lets everyone know, and he looks thrilled to have you by his side. It took everything not to smack you from that joyful smile every time he saw you, not to mention when you offered it to someone else too. When he saw you smiling over at Robin, he yanked you away and made you squeal. “Don’t forget who you belong to, slut.”

Of course, if you play sports, he comes to your games, He’s right in the back with his own crowd, but you know he has his eyes on you. He likes seeing you sweat and right after he rewards your wins with a kiss, any losses and he’s going to drag you into the bathroom for a cute little spanking on your ass and tell you to work harder. 

He doesn’t mind going out on the town to do things with you. If you want to work out with him, he’s smug about it and allows it. He does silently watch you to see your routine and may or may not sneak it into his very own.          

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Dead Friend Forever episode 9:

Damn! I was waiting for today to get this new episode and I wasn't disappointed. It was such a ride again.

▪️ First of all, we need to talk about Tan... or should I say New?! Of course, it wasn't exactly a surprise because many people already guessed he was Non's brother, but we just didn't know who he was until now. I guess he looked pretty bland in the first episodes and then when we got to the flashback we didn't see him yet because he wasn't among the group when they bullied Non. Who would have thought, he would lied about his age to get in school, lied to his parents about being in England and basically being the mastermind behind the revenge against the group? I thought Phee would be the mastermind because he wanted to avenge the man he loved, but he was merely a follower. Tan/New is the one who wants revenge and he won't stop until he gets to know the truth. He doesn't mind pretending to be someone else and drugging all of them just to have answers. He is kind of unhinged and it's pretty understandably because he lost everything. I felt so bad for him because he feels guilty about not being a good brother enough to Non, but also not being a good enough son when he decided to lie to his parents to continue his quest in learning the truth. He doesn't know how to cope with the loss and the grieve he feels too (he lost his all family, how can you deal with that?!). It was heartbroken to see him slowly falling into madness because of all those emotions.

▪️ This episode not only centered around Tan/New and his family but also around Phee and his complicated relationship with Jin and Non. We saw that Phee avoided Non after he caught him with cop Keng. It took him a while to cool down before deciding to find Non and discovering his disappearance. That's how he met Tan/New who knew Non and Phee had a thing. They decided to team up to find the truth after reading the script he wrote for the short movie and how different it was from the final production. In this episode, Phee looked more like a follower into Tan/New's quest. He wants to know the truth but he is also torn between this revenge and his growing feelings for Jin. Indeed, he became close to him because he noticed how Jin reacted every time they mentioned Non but it is shown he started to feel something too. Even Tan noticed it and Phee had to brush it off by saying he still loves and misses Non. It must have been hard for him. I don't think caring for Jin meant he didn't care for Non. However, it is sure Tan/New would have not like it. So Phee rejected Jin by saying they were just friends, hurting his feeling. Too bad for Jin, he also learnt at that time about the fake news (because it is fake) about Non and Keng.

▪️ I know Jin did some really bad things to Non. He never really helped him when he was bully by the others and he filmed him (even if he didn't posted online, it was still a bad move). I almost forgot but he also lied about Non, not being with them (stupid move again). The story is not trying to paint him as a saint but at the same time, you can see it is also trying to make us like him. At least, it is working with me. I still feel really bad for Non. Poor Non never deserve anything that happened to him. However, I still want Jin to be able to redeem himself in any way. He had an instant attraction to Phee the first time he saw him (which I understand because Ta Nannakun is very handsome). He felt hard for him. Phee took him to the same lake he went with Non and that's where he told Jin he only bring people he likes over there . Even if at that time they were still "friends" I think it made Jin feel like he had a chance to become boyfriends. It led to their NC scene which was fierce. They were also a little kinky (Jin, I didn't know you weren't only vanilla). Good for them! After that, Phee became distant to Jin and to avoid being hurt they stopped being close until the present time where they went to Por's house.

▪️ In the present time, Phee almost told the truth to Jin. They still have lingering feelings for each other. It seems like it is eating away Phee's mind and Jin still don't understand why they can't be more. I almost choked when he thought Phee had something with Tan. Yeah they are working together to know what your group of a****** friends did to Non, but their relationship is strictly professional, don't worry Jin. That's where Jin started to hallucinate again, still feeling deeply guilty about Non. Phee didn't get to tell him the truth. I can't wait to know how he will react and what impact it is going to have for their relationship. I believe they are supposed to be end-game, but the series surprised me a lot so the dice are not cast, yet.

▪️ Back into the present time where Top drug-induced was beating Tee up until White (long time no see precious baby!) knocked him out. At the same time, Tan is fighting against Fluke who was also drugged. Basically everyone is drugged because it was Tan's plan all along so they would reveal the truth. I laughed when Phee asked Tan/New "This is not deadly, isn't it?" and it answered "This won't kill them". Guess what Por, you're just collateral damage. Opps! Well, he won't be missed. Tan/New probably didn't anticipating his little experience with hallucinating herbs would end up this way. It shows you must really think of everything before taking things into your own hands. The plan is not going into the right direction. It worked too well. They were really scared and thought they were cursed. So, is the killer real or is it just hallucination? If it's the case... does it mean the driver is not really dead? If he is dead, does it mean Tan/New created this trap and killed him? I'm not sure Tan/New thought about really killing anyone... Otherwise how could he get his answer?

The noose is tightening as we approach the end of the series. The next episode won't come out fast enough. I already can't wait to know the rest of the story.