#fun fact I did actually fall down my stairs today

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Hold on guys lemme just ajfnnsnfnsnfd. ow sorry I fell down the stairs

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Fanfic: The Soggy Summer Skirmish! (DuckTales 17)

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I looked to my left. My best friend was attacking with wild abandon, casting a desperate glance at me after flinging one deep. “Dewey! I can’t hold ‘em back forever!” she called out, barely dodging a shot that was surely her undoing.

I looked to my right. My other best friend lay prone on the ground, out cold, his best friend pressing on his chest in an equally desperate rhythm. “Launchpad, noooooooooo!” he wailed, throwing his hands to the sky and cursing whatever god happened to be passing by us at that point in time.

Wait, freezeframe.

Hi, Dewey here. You may have heard of me, the adventurous one? The wonder in blue? Those are just a few names I’m known by. Anyway, you’re probably thinking: Dewey, how does a handsome and impressionable kid like you find yourself in such an insane conundrum??

Well, I promise I’ll answer that. But first, I have to take you back to how this all got started.

Oooh, transitional sentence…

“I’m booooorrreed,” I said, falling slowly off the couch not unlike a Slinky slinking down stairs.

You may ask yourself again, Dewey, you cool cat, how can you and your siblings, the grandnephews of the great Scrooge McDuck, ever be bored in the mansion on a hot summer’s day?

And to that, I say…Huey asked too. “How can you, the grandnephew of the great Scrooge McDuck ever be bored on a beautiful day like today?”

“It happens, okay? It feels like we’ve been watching the same show for hours,” I groaned.

“Hey, Ottoman Empire is a classic,” said Louie. “It’s the kind of show you can watch for hours and always find something new.”

Webby narrowed her eyes at the screen. “Really? ‘Cause I must’ve seen the same exact murder subplot about 60 times. And every time, it’s the jealous carpenter.”

“I knew it was the jealous carpenter by episode 4 even when the show was new!” said Huey, “Oldest trope in the book.” He then actually opened his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook and showed us that it in fact was the oldest trope in his book.

Louie rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s a critic.”

“Alright, that’s it,” I said, jumping to my feet. “Huey’s right.”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you say that.”

“I can admit it.” I marched to the window and opened the curtain, letting the summer sun stream in. “It’s a beautiful day and we’re just sitting around wasting it. Let’s do something fun!”

“Ooh, how about a water balloon fight?” said Webby.

I gasped. “Omigosh, I was thinking the exact same thing! Two teams head-to-head?”

“Heart-pounding action!”

“Master the field…”

“Or meet your maker in the form of breakable rubber wet peril!” 

Webby bounced up and down and we locked eyes. “We’re so in sync!” we said in unison.

“You’re so dorky,” we heard Louie say.

Suddenly Launchpad appeared in the archway, holding a bucket of popcorn. “Hey, kid best friend!”

“Hey, grown-up best friend!” I said. “Change of plans.”

“Oh, are we marathoning Side Table Kingdom instead? Ooh, or maybe Darkwing Duck??”

“Nope, we’re doing something better. A battle of wills, skills, and water balloons.” Having a thought, I ran over to L.P. and climbed up on his shoulders. “And Launchpad’s on my team!”

“What?!” Louie screeched. “That’s not fair! You’ll cream us!”

“You’ll have Webby though,” I pointed out, “She beat all three of us in Dart Wars.”

“That’s not enough, Dewey,” said Huey. “If you’re going to involve a grown-up, then we need to make it fair. We each get one, or we take them altogether.”

My eyes lit up. “Hubert, you’re a genius! Kids vs. grown-ups! It’ll be the match of the century! And I can livestream it!”

I jumped down, did an awesome three-point landing, and dashed off. “I gotta make some calls!” I shouted back as I left. This day had just gone from slow as a turtle to the best day ever.

Oooh, another transitional sentence…

A while later and we were outside in the mansion’s backyard, standing in two separate single file lines. On our team, me, Louie, Huey, and Webby. On the grown-ups team, Launchpad, uncle Donald (who we had to wake from a nap), Drake Mallard (who was in town to help a friend buy a motorbike), and Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (the friend in question).

Huey paced in between us, clipboard in hand. “The rules are simple: we’ve got an objective point in the front yard. One team has a water bomb carefully designed by Gyro-“ He turned to Fenton. “Thanks by the way, Fenton.”

“No problem,” he said, “Dr. Gearloose had it in the ‘might turn evil, dismantle’ pile anyway.”

“Wait, what?” said Louie.

“ Anyway, your objective is to make it to the point and set off the water bomb. The other team must keep you from doing so before time runs out or must defuse the bomb successfully before it goes off. If you get hit, you’re ‘dead.’ Not really, but pretend you are. Dewey’s words. Any questions?”

Drake raised his hand. “Yes, Drake?” said Huey, pointing his pencil at him.

“Er, not that I’m not happy to be here, I’m just not entirely sure why you asked for us specifically.”

“ Because,” I said, “this is a great chance to really test our adventuring skills! We’ve got two superheroes here, a sidekick of a superhero, and uncle Donald, who I’m pretty sure was a superhero at one point and never told us.”

Huey gave me a look. “I told you, those were unsubstantiated rumors.”

“ I’m telling you, uncle Donald did fight an alien invasion and I will prove it!”

I saw uncle Donald look away and start whistling. Fenton raised his eyebrow for a moment then suddenly his beak dropped open in shock. Aha! He saw through that suspicious act too!

“Alright, troops!” said Webby, bringing us all back. “May the best team win and may you never know the feeling of a dry shirt ever again.”

Uncle Donald cracked his knuckles. “You kids are goin’ down.”

Huey made a face that said, “I fear for my life.” If only I knew what we were in for, I might’ve felt sympathy. But alas, I’m just a naive, good-looking child, how could I have known?

Ooooh, transition again- okay, I’m gonna stop that now. 

READY…

Kids against grown-ups, and the bomb was in our court.

SET…

I clicked on my headset. “Men? And Webby? Let’s kick some tail.”

GO! It was on!

Me and Webby planned it out. We’d be our attackers. I had the bomb on my back, Webby had my six. Huey was our scout, and sneaky Louie? The spy. What else?

For now, we took the silent dash from home base to the capture point, right by uncle Donald’s houseboat. I took position by a wall we set up and peeked out. Nada. “Huey?” I said into my earpiece. “Whatcha got?”

“ An empty yard, just like you. I’d still proceed with caution. I’d wager Drake’s their forward.”

“Copy. Louie?”

“I’m in enemy territory. I’ve got an eye on Launchpad. He’s heading up on the right side.”

“I see him,” said Huey, “Guys? Cross-over to the wall on your left and wait for my signal.”

So we did, all low-to-the-ground-like, the scent of freshly mown grass filling my nostrils. All the time, I wondered who was gonna fire first. I soon got my answer.

“Louie here, I lost Launchpad. I was getting a balloon ready and-“

“Hey, Louie,” we heard Launchpad say through Louie’s transmission. “I guess I have to throw this at you now. Better run before I do.”

“Launchpad!” yelled Drake, “Don’t warn him! Just throw it!”

I heard a splash and feared the worst. “Okay, Webs, let’s book it.”

“No!” Huey exclaimed, “that’s exactly what I said not to do!”

But I was already heading for the point. “Plans change! Keep up, Hubert!”

“Hoo-ra!” Webby cheered.

Bank left, bank right, dodge roll, dodge roll. I was swift as a coursing river. Taking another post, Huey spoke up again. “Ah! I’ve been made!”

“Sorry, Huey!” said Fenton. I peeked out and saw them by a tree. Huey dodged desperately like I taught him. I nodded to Webby and she took off and hurled a balloon with the force of a great typhoon. Fenton turned toward it and went white. It exploded on his face with the strength of a raging fire.

🎶Mysterious as the dark side of the MOOOOOOOOOOON!🎶

…er, sorry. Got distracted. Point is, we drew first splash!

“Sigh…thanks, Webby,” said Huey, clutching his heart.

“No problem,” she smiled.

At that moment, there came a hiss, and purple smoke slithered in around our feet. “Whuh-oh,” I said.

“I am the terror that flaps in the night,” came a deep, menacing voice.

“Scatter! I got him.” Huey and Webby took my order and squeezed a water balloon in my hand.

“I am the candy wrapper in the public pool of crime.”

“…Ew.” I looked around the cloud of smoke for the duck I knew was inside…somewhere.

“I am…DARKWING DUCK!” Drake swooped down from a tree and I dove to the side. A balloon burst a foot away from me and I hurled mine back at him. He ducked (ha!) and it burst all over the tree trunk. “Good shot, kid,” he said.

I smirked. “It’d look better all over your pretty face.”

Drake grabbed another balloon and took a wide, heroic stance. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

It was our standoff moment, just like in the Western movies. We stared each other down, mano a mano. No sound but the passing breeze and our breath.

Then Drake said, “Draw!”

We both dove to the side and hurled our balloons. I hit the dirt and scrambled up. Not even looking to see if I hit him, I hauled tail to the capture point. Skidding to a halt, I slung the bomb off my back and pressed the “Arm” button. The timer flashed “1:00.” I pumped my fist. “Kids rule!”

I let the moment hang for a moment before asking myself, “Wonder where uncle Donald is?”

Peeking out from my shield again, I saw Launchpad running for his life, two or three water balloons hot on his tail. He spotted me and waved. “Hi again, kid best friend!”

Blammo. Louie came up behind him and nailed him in the center of his back, then dipped out of sight again. Perfect.

Launchpad grasped at his throat. “Oh no! I have been splatted! So cold…” He spun around and flopped on the ground.

“LAUNCHPAD!” Drake screamed, eyes wide and standing in the middle of the yard, totally exposed. As he ran to the pilot, he shouted, “D.A., now!”

Webby and Huey popped out from a bush. “Who’s D.A.?” she said.

“BANZAI!” There was uncle Donald, hurtling down from on top of the roof, covered from head to flipper in water balloons. “I knew it!” I said, “The rumors were true!”

And he just started hurlin’. Water balloons flew every which way. I didn’t even see his arms. It was a blurry windmill of fury and power. Uncle Donald really was serious.

And that brings us to where we were in the beginning. Fancy, huh?

Webby was fighting back, while poor Huey took one right to the head, falling out of the bush. “Ah! My Junior Woodchuck Guidebook! Er, I mean, blegh!”

There he went, collapsing onto the lawn. Poor Launchpad was really acting dead and theatre kid Drake was hamming it up.

And uncle Donald? Well, he was being uncle Donald.

I lost my focus for a split second and saw a balloon coming straight toward me. Time slowed down. This was it, my ultimate sacrifice. I set the bomb and did my team proud. I could die honorably now. I put my hand to my heart and felt myself get absolutely drenched.

“Dewey!” Webby called out.

“Gotcha!” cheered uncle Donald. Giving Webby the look of death, he grabbed one last balloon and put it right on target. Webby yelled as she was the last one of us to go down.

Uncle Donald high-fived Drake. “Yeah! Team K.O.!”

“You were…crazy,” said Drake.

Uncle Donald cleared his throat. “Still gotta defuse the bomb.”

“Oh yeah!” They both dashed over to the capture point. I didn’t know how much time was left but it couldn’t have been more than-

“10 seconds?!” shouted Drake.

“Quick! Cut the wires!” uncle Donald squawked.

“What wires?”

“They always have wires, movie-boy!”

“This isn’t a movie, Donald!”

BOOM!

That…sounded like actual explosion, not water explosion.

We all got up and screamed. There was a small fire in the middle of the yard and Drake and uncle Donald lay 5 feet away, covered in soot. We all used the rest of our balloons to put out the fire and then went to help them up.

“Drake, are you okay?” asked Launchpad.

Drake coughed a puff of smoke. “Singed but triumphant.”

“It was an ACTUAL BOMB?!” Fenton screeched. “He told me it wouldn’t do that!”

We all looked at him like this was his fault. He looked back at us, petrified. “Uh…I-I need to make a call.” He headed back to the house.

“Wait up!” said a red-faced uncle Donald, following after. “I’ll kill that mad doctor!”

For a good long moment, we didn’t really know what to do. We looked at Drake and L.P. and they stared back. Then we turned our gaze to the splintered wall on the ground and the big black char not too far from it.

“We took this way too seriously,” said Huey.

“Ditto,” said Drake.

“It was fun, though,” I said.

“Sure was!” said Webby.

After that black spot was resodded, and Gyro was scolded by Scrooge and Fenton and screamed at by uncle Donald, we all agreed to do it again sometime. It didn’t turn out like we thought, but hey, it was sure better than watching TV.

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Aight so crazy stuff that happened in Violetta and Soy Luna:

Gregorio breaking into the studio on several occasions

Luna's parents getting arrested

Violetta being pushed down the stairs

Maxi's flirting shennanigans in S1

Ámbar burning down Jam and Roller

The Roxy and Fausta plot

Everything Jade and Matias did

The whole Sol Benson plot, just everything about it, was pretty crazy

The fact that Tino and Cato more or less knew the entire time about everything but were too stupid to realize it

Eva and Ada. The end.

Hope you like it (fair warning though, I have multiple versions of canon in my head, so if something seems inconsistent, that’s why)

“So yeah, I broke into my old job’s building sometimes, and there was this kid, really weird kid, who thought I was a goblin or something, but then I blackmailed him into doing my dirty work, fun times”

“Uh, dad, the new applicant just asked where the bathroom was” but it was too late, the poor pianist was already running out of the building, before Gregorio or Diego could react further

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“And then, my parents’ boss, who was also my aunt, framed my parents and my grandpa for forgery of a bunch of paintings, but my best friend’s mom is a lawyer, so they managed to get out of it, but then…” she goes on to finish the whole story of her family drama, up until Sharon being admitted to the mental hospital “and that is all my family drama”

The horrified interview manages to pull themselves together after a few, long and awkward, minutes and says “that was all for today’s segment of ‘the truth behind the wheels’ thanks for tunning in and I’ll see you next week!” Before making a bunch of gestures for the cameraman to cut

“So, how did I do? This was my first solo interview” Luna asked innocently

“It was… something, though, can I give you some advice, public figure to public figure?” Luna nods “Don’t go sharing everything about your private life on the air, luckily this is a recording, so I can bribe- uh, I mean ask the editing crew to cut most of that out, do you have anything specifically you want me to keep? We’re only keeping one of the… annecdotes you shared”

“Oh, okay, I guess I have some stuff to learn about being on the public eye, and you can keep the part about me being my parents’ boss’ previously thought dead niece, since this is pretty much common knowledge already”

“Alright, thanks for coming today, Luna, we’re going to release the interview in three days”

“Oh yeah, I have a friend who works here, they’re actually organizing a viewing party with all our friends and the friends she made while she was part of a channel with another one of our friends, before she came to work with you guys”

“Oh right, Carbajal, wasn’t it? She’s very known around the office, quite a fiery type, that one” she chuckled

“She is, but we love her anyways” just then, Luna’s phone goes off and she grabs it “Oh, I have to go, my boyfriend is picking me up to have dinner with a couple of friends” she says, starting to walk away

“That’s wonderful, have a good double date, darling” she waved at Luna, who waved back before leaving

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“So, for this we need your medical history, any allergies, previous injuries, etc” said the stage manager

“I don’t know why you need my allergies for stunt training, but okay, I only have a minor shrimp one, and talking about injuries, the only one I can remember was that one time I was pushed down a flight of stairs and I’m pretty sure I was concussed, and a minor sprained ankle, funnily enough, also from falling down stairs” she huffed out a laugh

The man spluttered “I-I’m sorry, what? You were pushed down a flight a stairs? Now I need to know the story, you always have the craziest ones, Vilu”

“Oh, yeah, my life is pretty wild, when you think about it, so, the thing is- have I told you about Priscilla, Lu’s mom?”

“I think you did, she was the second last of your dad’s failed ‘weddings’ right? The one that ended up in the mental hospital?”

“That’s the one, anyways, she didn’t want anyone to know that she was clinically insane, because she had this weird obsession with dad, but she hated me, because I was too ‘improper’ and Angie because my dad had this weird thing with her, i don’t want to remember their wedding, worst. day. ever, anyways, Priscilla, I was gonna tell dad about her attempts on Angie’s life, and she didn’t like that, so as I was climbing down an outdoor staircase, she pushed me, I had my back turn and didn’t see who it was, I thought it was Lu, it was a whole thing, but that’s the story”

“Wow, Vi, that’s pretty dark, she wanted to kill Angie?! How can you want to harm her?? She’s literally the sweetest woman I’ve ever met!”

“I won’t even pretend to be offended that I don’t hold the title, because she really is”

“How are you even alive after everything that’s happened to you?”

“Most of it wasn’t that physical, anyways, about that stunt…?”

“Oh, yes! The stunt! So, what you’re gonna want to do is…” he gets back on track, explaining what she has to do

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“So, was Naty your first girlfriend?” Asks the manager of the tech booth on his shows as a DJ, a short girl with a pixie cut

He laughs nervously “It’s complicated, I don’t really want to talk about it”

“Pleaseeeeeee, for your favorite lesbian?”

“You’re not my favorite lesbian, Lena is”

“Screw you, anyways, tell me, please”

“Fine, so, on my second year on the studio, I was freshly transitioned, and I wanted to prove myself as man, so I started to, quite literally, flirt with every girl I saw in front of me, that lead to me hitting on my cousin, getting a stalker who kissed me without my consent, having a brief thing with my boyfriend’s younger sister, until I started dating Naty, then it was on and off her until i started dating Andrés and she started dating Ludmila on our last year, well, there was that week that me and Cami tried being together, it didn’t work, but now I’m happy with my Andy”

“That’s great dude, not the middle, but the ending, I’m glad that, after all that shit, you managed to find your person”

“Me too” he smiles fondly

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“Hey, fire breath” Matteo grinned, ruffling Ámbar’s hair, when he saw her having lunch with a coworker

“Oh shut it, fence crawler” she shot back, batting his hand away “what do you want, can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, I’m too intrigued by whatever this is” the other woman said, making a vague gesture with her hand

“Matteo Balsano, although you probably already know that” he said in an arrogant manner that was uniquely his

“Mariana Jimenez, and I have no idea who you are” she snarked, she knew who he was from stories Ámbar told her, but wanted to knock him down a few pegs

“Ha! Take that your cocky asshole!”

“Okay, topic switch, what’s up with the nicknames?” Mariana questions

“Oh, little miss lawyer didn’t tell you about her past?” He grinned wider

“Matteo, I’m asking you to please shut up right now”

“Why would I? Is someone scared?” He challenged

“This is not a game, if you make me get fired I’ll end you”

“Why, you played with fire and now you don’t want to get burned?”

“Do whatever you want, but just you know, this will cost you everyone who still tolerates you, hope it was worth it for one of one of your little jokes” she gets up, slamming the amount her meal cost on the table before strutting out of the restaurant

“So, now that the killjoy is gone, I can tell you, she was jealous of how better than her my ex was at everything, so she always tried to sabotage everything that she did, and so, there were some cameras recording everything we did on the place we used to go to skate, so she purposefully broke one of the cameras with a skate that was really similar to the ones my ex used to own, and then, during a party we hosted there, she spilled soda on the mainframe that held all the recordings, causing a power outage, then after everyone had left, the system short-circuted and every single one of the cameras burst into flames, being destroyed, and one of them caught another structure, burning the rink down, and that’s why I call her fire breath” he finishes

After he’s done, she throws her drink on his face “She’s told me about how she was raised and some of the stuff she did because of it, she also told me how much of an asshole you are, but I didn’t want to believe it was this much, fuck you Balsano, I hope that you burn” and she walks out, calling Ámbar’s phone

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“And then she finally forgave us for doubting that she would be anything less than accepting” Francesca finished telling her boyfriend the story of how she got together with their other boyfriend

“That’s great, but what about her and Leon? I’m pretty sure they were going through some stuff when I left?”

For plot reasons let’s pretend that’s true, I don’t know if it is

“Oh yeah, they were, he wanted to leave the studio, she didn’t understand it, so they broke up, it was a mess for a while, then there was the whole Roxy and Fausta debacle, he was so pissed when he found out, but after a while he forgave her, but they were too wrapped up in their mistakes to admit they were still loved each other, so for a few weeks they tried being friends, until our trip to Spain, when Clement and Gery came clean about attempting to tear them apart during the time they tried being friends, so they made up, and everything was normal again”

“That’s really sweet, but I’m gonna need you to back up a bit, who the hell are Roxy and Fausta?”

“Oh” she giggles “I haven’t told you about that, have I?”

“That’s why I’m asking”

“Roxy and Fausta are me and Vilu”

“I beg your pardon? I’m gonna need a little more context than that”

“So, Vilu couldn’t handle being separated from Leon after their big fight, so she decided that the most logical step was to dress up in a costume and a wig and make up a new name and just show up on his garage, where he rehearsed with the band, as a fan, and you know how I can’t say no to her, so I got dragged into it and then it snowballed, Diego found out the first time he saw as them, he knows me so well, he could see right through it, we ended up telling Cami a few weeks later, because you know how she is, nothing gets past her, Ludmila saw us getting changed a few days after that, and finally, because he obviously fell for Roxy too, Leon found out when he kissed her in costume and realized the kiss was too familiar”

“Wow, that’s… a lot”

“It is, and I hate remembering it” she frowns

“I have something that might make you feel better” he smirks, leaning closer to her

She catches on, grinning “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“I think you know” and he kisses her

And the rest I’ll leave to your imaginations because this is a family blog

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“Darling, come over here” Nicolas asks, fiddling with his tablet

His wife saunters over, the clicking of her high-heeled shoes slightly muffled by the carpeted floor of the hotel room they’re currently in

“What is it?” She questions

“I was looking through some old newspapers and why were you in jail?”

“Oh” she grimaces “that, you remember my brother, right?”

“Of course I remember him” he scowls “I’m glad you cut contact with the guy, he wasn’t good for you”

“So, our father was a conman, and the police found out, arrested him and froze all of his assets, leaving us with nothing, and since he didn’t want to work, he made me put on an act, I was supposed to be dumb and stereotypically pretty, not saying I’m not, I’m gorgeous, and I am generally joyful, but I’m not that stupid, just a little clueless on social cues, anyways, I was supposed to be dumb and pretty to lure in a rich guy, but then I got too into it and got obsessed with Castillo, and ended up juggling between that and getting sucked into my brother’s schemes for money, that landed us in jail after he hired an actress to con him, I tried to warn him it was a bad idea, but it was hard to break character at that point, so he wouldn’t listen, since he was convinced I was what I was portraying, anyways, after we got out, he ended up dating the cop that arrested us, but she found out he was still scheming and left him, and that was around the time that I met you, so while I was living here, he was secretly living with the Castillo’s, so yeah, then I didn’t know what was happening to him for a while, until I was invited to testimony on his trial, and told the jury everything that he did, both to me and to other people, I’m so glad I met you, otherwise I would never have been able to break away from that” she was crying at this point, retelling your trauma is not fun

He held her to his chest, stroking her hair “as long as I’m alive, that man will never ever be able to even look at you again”

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Luna was just chilling, cuddled up on her favorite person’s chest, when her phone rang

“Lunaaa, turn that offfff, I’m trying to sleep, and it’s so cozy with you here” Simón whines

“I have to take this! What if it’s an emergency?” She grabs her phone, while dodging Simón’s attempts of pulling her back in “It’s Leo!!” after hearing his favorite cousin’s name he gives up on trying to sleep and sits up

“Really? What do you think he wants to say?”

“I don’t know, now shush, I need to answer!” She picks up the call “Hi, Leo! What’s up?”

“Put him on speaker” Simón whispers on her ear that doesn’t have the phone pressed against it

She does so “You’re on speaker!”

“Good, now, what the fuck? You’re a gazillionaire all of a sudden and you didn’t tell me?”

“Oh, that, it’s complicated”

“No, you’re not getting out of this with ‘it’s complicated’ missy, I want the whole story, now”

“Okay, the thing is…” she tells the whole story of how she figured out she was Sol, because I’m too lazy to write all that

“Wow, that is- holy shit, Luni, are you okay? Because I will personally pay for your therapy bills if you want it, obviously you don’t need anyone to pay for things, but I want to help, and seeing that I’m currently planning my wedding, I can’t be around too much”

“Don’t worry, Leo, I’m fine, your cousin is more than great at taking care of me” she looks up at him, running her hand up and down his arm

“He better, he knows I’d have his head if he didn’t”

“Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”

“He knows I like you more than him”

“I’m not even going to complain, because I also like her more than you” Simón pipes up

“Anyways, I gotta go, the bride’s freaking out about floral arrangements again”

“Bye Leo” Luna says, pressing the phone against her ear again, much to Simón’s protests

“Bye Luni, your dress should be delivered any day now” and he hangs up

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“So, what was your last employer like?” Asks the trio’s new boss

“Oh, you don’t want to know about Sharon” Amanda says

“Why not? It’s not like she can hurt us because of everything we know about Sol Henson now” her husband counters

“He’s right, can we tell?” Tino asks

“Fine, but you better tell it right” she responds

“So, what happened was-“ they tell the story, cutting each other off multiple times, arguing over details, getting people’s names wrong, Amanda had to chastise them multiple times, before they were finally done “And that’s the story”

“So, you mean to tell me that you had all the pieces lined up and you didn’t put it together that it was the employees’ kid all along?”

“We did?” They ask in unison

“You did” Amanda replies, completely done with those two

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“It’s so weird that you never came over, we’ve been best friends for- how many years?” Camila ponders

“I honestly have no idea” Maxi answers

“Hi!” The twins greet him, popping up from nowhere

“AAAAAAH” he screams, properly spooked

They completely disregard him, turning to their older sister “Cam-Cam, we’re in big trouble”

“What happened this time?” she asks

“So, you know that thing you told us to do because it would be funny? We agreed to come clean today, but since the guys got crushes on us and started arguing because of it, when we revealed that we were twins, they started physically fighting, and the third one ended up falling off the stage because of it”

“Okay, girls, that was a little too far, you need to learn when to commit to the bit, and when to stop before it snowballs into a mess”

After recovering, Maxi lets out, his voice still a little shaky “Those are your sisters? What did you have them do?”

“Yes, these are Eva and Ada, they both wanted to join this band, but it only had one spot, so I told them that it would hilarious if they pretended to be one person, that way they could switch and they’d both get to be in the band, but it seems it went a bit too far, I hope that guy is okay”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!”

[sadsimp]

Protection Scene

Yet another creepypasta oc scenario :)

(Takes place a bit after they got Miracle but before the trap and Misery)

‘….’ Are thoughts :)

“….” Are speaking :0

As Fall slowly wraps the bandages around their freshly cleaned arm, they noticed something seemed off. Maybe it was just the fact that the target actually got a hit on them? 

No, that couldn’t be it. It felt like something was wrong, felt like something bad was gonna happen. ‘Something bad always happens’ they thought. ‘I took my medication right?’ 

‘Yes I did, Miracle was roughhousing with Cerberus when I took it.’ They checked the bandages, and then started examining the rest of their body. They didn’t need to die of blood loss, wake up in the infirmary, and not know where they put the kid. 

Putting pressure on their ribs to make sure none were broken is when they heard it. 

A knock on the front door. 

It could barely be heard because Miracle was making a fort, quite loudly in the living room. A much louder knock finally got his attention and he was quiet. He knows never to answer the door without them, last time he had a less than fun time witnessing a bullet go through the man’s skull. 

‘Annalise is supposed to come over, could that be her?’ They heard a knock on the door once again, ‘No, it’s definitely not Annalise.’

Miracle didn’t know that of course he was happy to hear the knock, he thought it meant Falls friend was here. Poor thing didn’t know that the two had developed a secret knock so one could know it was the other, and it wasn’t Falls friend.

Smiling and filled with excitement he went over to the door and swung it open. 

Instead of a tall woman with Afro hair he saw a rather short man with his hands in his pockets, with bags under his brown eyes, and wearing all grey looking in the house and outside over his shoulder nervously. His hair was brown and messy, and he looked as if he was scared and angry. 

Miracle tried to quickly close the door but the man shoved it back open with his hand, and put on a forced smile. “Why don’t you come outside with me kid? I have something to show you.” The man had a raspy voice, hoping the kid would just listen and follow him outside where he could either get the job done or take him. 

The four year old wanted to see what it was, but the other part of him told him not too, it wasn’t the interested in defending the naive boy today. 

“What is it?” He asked fiddling with his fingers and switching weight from his left leg to his right. He really wanted to know, but he knows he shouldn’t, not without Fall. The man seemed to think and he grew more comfortable at the thought, ‘maybe the kid is alone. This will be easy,” until Miracle tells him he can’t, he needs to wait for his caretaker.

As if a switch went off he grabbed the boy and tried to drag him out of the house, to his vehicle. He needed this brat and now. Unfortunately for the man, Miracle started to scream, one hand holding on the door frame. The man was about to knock him out(or try to he was very weak) and be done with it, until he heard a voice. 

“Let him go.” The voice demanded, he looked up and saw the thing he wanted to avoid. 

Standing there was Fall still in their work clothes, mask and all. He dropped the boys hand and immediately Miracle ran over and they wrapped an arm around his shoulders protectively. 

The man grew more anxious by the second as he watched them slowly walk to the door and lean on the door frame while he stepped back onto the porch. 

He wasn’t expecting them to be back so quickly, ‘they had a mission didn’t they? That’s what I get for taking a job against one of the best Workers.’ 

Before he could muster up the courage to get a word out they spoke, “Get off before I make you.” Footsteps and nails scraping on the floor could be heard behind the door in the doorway. 

He quickly turned around to go down the stairs but tripped. He heard growls, and scrambled to get up and tried to take off running. 

Fall turned Miracle around and sent him back inside, he was almost kinda sad for the man. Almost. He was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be able to watch. 

Fall watched him go back to building his fort and then turned their head to the man almost to his car. They opened the door all the way and moved. 

“Kill.” 

And with that, the dogs lunged.

[hyuckmov]

HIII JING DROPPING BY HERE TO SAY HI MY GOD THERE WAS SO MANY THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ><

I attended tds2 in my country in my gosh post concert depression is really hitting me hard rn 😭 BUT OVERALL IT WAS QUITE FUN I SAW MARK AND HAECHAN LIKE TWICE NOW THE FIRST ONE ONE BEING IN 127 THE LINK FKEKNDBDHDKDKDK

i keep laughing at my fancams tho because of my ridiculous screams that sound like i'm fighting someone or generally barking HAHHHAHAHAHA

I AM HAECHAN BIASED BUT OH MY GOD JAEMIN IS JUST SO GORGEOUS AND REALLY KNOWS HOW TO INTERACT WITH THE CROWD >< (tied very much still to haechan tho no one can escape him)

ANYWAY HOW ARE YOUUUU MY FAVE FIC WRITER?? 🥺 tell me how your week went!

i see that u went out drinking AND I HOPE U HAD FUN!! ALSO OH MY GOSH UR WORKING ON TWO (?) NEW STORIES AND I CAN'T HELP BUT GET EXCITED EVER SINCE HIMBO HAECHAN WAS RELEASED 😩😩

I HOPE U ARE WELL AND PLEASE TAKE CARE OF URSELF OKAAYYYY TAKE UR TIME WITH UR WIPS I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU!! 💕

- 💛

HIII SLAYYY to ur eventful week!!! omg pcd is the worst. i had a photo of jaehyun from the 127 concert that i used as my wallpaper and i would literally just stare at it and my friends would be like... ENOUGH. but also you are so luckyyy to have this experience like MAHAE TWICE??? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUUU i hope it was the best best time evevrrr and you got to make a lot of memories :)

im so stressed whenever i take videos for concerts bc i'm scared my voice will be picked up. when i went for the dpr live concert, it picked up the voice of this girl next to me and GIRL. i was so upset... bc it was so distracting. i'm literally trying to go for a concert twice so i can scream in one of them and just record videos in the other one 😭😭😭 but also im considering selling that ticket and buying one for another artist hehe

JAEMINNNN (growling rn) my feelings for him have been out of control recently. i know idols are just curated images, but damn...his is curated so fucking well... ,istening to ariana grande and niki in his room...grocery shopping in LA... his smile and hsi ARMS and his arms and his arms......wna fall into his chest i am so insane he is sooo it's all so intentional. THE WAY him and hyuck look at each other sometime during concerts???? if i were haech i would be backstage asking him WHAT ARE WE!!!!!

HOW MY WEEK WENTTT i finished up my internship!!! it actually went pretty well bc i rounded it up with a presentation on a research project i did and i tried really hard w it and i was validated w my efforts!!! i got to see my friends a little and irrelevant and tmi but i think im so lonely im going insane bc im kind of having feelings for my best friend but it might be because i dont see him a lot so i'm. trying to quit bc its so embarrassing... next week i have a bunch of interviews so WISH ME LUCKKK 😭😭😭😭

also this is so lame of me but when i drink im mostly NOT drinking outside im drinking... at home? or at a friend's place? LET ME EXPLAIN see it's because 1-2 drink jing is DIZZY. that's my first reaction to being drunk and it's so LAME and terrible in public spaces because i do the ditzy stumbling around and typing terribly on my phone (fun fact i got drunk at a school function once bc soju looks like water and we smuggled it in) and i literally almsot FELL down the stairs in front of my teachers it was. not good. anyway yeah thats why i dont really drink in clubs and bars (ALSO because it's so expensive there 😭) 😞😞😞😞😞  but i'm having a lot of fun i usually have plain soju but today i had whiskey!!!

i AM working hard on my stories and im exicted to share them with you when i'm done!! thank you for always being supportive of me and my efforts <3 i appreciate and luv u so os sososo much

[glacial-snowflakes]

God of Romance // Eddie Munson x Y/N

A/N: Just have fun and enjoy!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 864

Summary: Eddie decides to make you a little surprise.

WARNINGS: one swear word??

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Eddie Munson was never really a giving-a-gift-to-show-his-love type of person. He'd prefer to make you a breakfast you could enjoy at work or sit on the stairs leading to his trailer, keeping you close and watching the stars while talking about your day. However, today was different. Eddie had it all planned - he skipped the last class, bought you your favorite flowers, and prepared a box of your go-to snacks.

Saying Eddie was proud of himself was an understatement. He thought of himself as a true god of romance, the one that lost souls worshiped and asked for help with their withering love life. Munson felt strong. He felt powerful like he could sweep you off your legs with this little gesture expressing all the feelings from the bottom of his heart. He knew you would melt, seeing him smiling from behind the bouquet of lilies he held in front of him.

When the trailer you two lived in appeared before his eyes, Eddie slowed down his steps. He smoothed his constantly ruffled curls, cleared his throat a few times, and took a last glance at the flowers. Everything was perfect. And just when he was about to knock on the door, he heard your voice.

"F-fuck..." You gasped out, almost shakily. Confusion was painted on Eddie's face until he heard another voice. Male.

"Keep going, darling. Don't slow down."

Millions of thoughts ran through Eddie's head, elbowing their way, outshouting one another. He felt his heart sinking, and the love that kept it in place for so long now was too weak to hold it in. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry. Was he mad or just disappointed? Was your love just a simple lie? Only a few hours ago, you said goodbye to him before he left for school, giving him the happiest smile you could and sending lots of kisses before he disappeared. 

Eddie wasn't sure if he should step in or wait till the man left his trailer. It was when he heard you say, "I can't hold it!" that he decided to stop it all. Still keeping his gift in his hands, he barged into the trailer.

"How could you-"

"Eddie!?" That was all he heard from you before you collapsed on the floor, hitting your forehead on the ground. Eddie looked around, his heart pounding in his chest, but all he saw was... a pilates mat?

"Good job! You're doing great!" The man in the video that played on your tiny TV said, giving his thumbs up to the audience.

"W-what is going on?" 

You sighed deeply, getting up on your knees and stopping the tape. "As you can see, I am working out... Why are you looking so pale? Are you okay?" You stood up, your legs shaking from all the exercises you did in the last half an hour.

"N-no, it's just... I have a gift for you." Eddie reached out his trembling hands. He couldn't believe how stupid he was to actually think you'd cheat on him. He felt this big wave of embarrassment washing him from the tip of his head down to his toes, making him look like a ripe tomato.

"Oh, Eddie. That's so cute." Your voice went higher as you'd never expected to get such a gift from him. "Is there any occasion?"

"N-no... Just wanted to express my love for you, hehe..." He tried to avoid your sight, but you knew him too well to fall for his little lies.

"Okay, love. What is going on?" You put the box and the bouquet aside and took a few steps closer to him. "Is it because I'm working out? I know, I should've told you... There's no need to hide, and yet I felt a little bit-"

"No, no. Sweetheart, that's not it." Eddie shook his head hastily. All this hair smoothening went to waste. "I- I'm so stupid."

"Why?"

"I- I can't believe I'm saying this..." He took a deep breath. "When I heard this male voice, I thought-" No, he couldn't say that. It was, in fact, very stupid of him to think. It would show he had no trust in you, but that wasn't true. And yet, if he said it out loud, it would look like that.

"You thought I was cheating on you, right?" You chuckled, more amused than actually mad. Oh boy, he was adorable. "Baby, I won't lie. You are a little stupid to even think of it. But take a look." You grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of the TV screen. "Do you see him? He is not metal at all, and you, Eddie, are the only one in my type."

Munson didn't say a word. Maybe he acted a little dumb, but he was relieved you didn't get mad at him and turned everything into a joke. Because, in the end, Y/N Y/L/N would always choose him over anyone else, and he knew that, but sometimes he needed a little reminder.

"Now, let me put these flowers into the vase, and then we can eat these snacks on the stairs, my sweet, silly boy."

tags: @eddieemunson @eddie-munsons-sweetheart @beauty-in-the-brkdwn @dragon-ash13 @notafinalgirl @linkpk88 @sugartin

[astrologicalgarfield]

The Stranger Next Door

Author: @astrologicalgarfield

Pairing:TASM!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Ever since you moved in to your new house, your neighbor, Peter Parker observed you from a distance. Trying to find the right time to finally ask you out.

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1,9k

A/N: This was requested by 🍄!anon. <3

I listened to this playlist “dating peter parker but specifically andrew garfield’s peter parker” while writing this. This entire playlist sets off the mood for this one-shot.

While writing this I realized that Peter seems so obsessive and kinda like a stalker but it wasn’t my intention!!! I swear.

Have fun reading tho. :)))

Masterlist II Want To Request Something?

It was a mediocre Monday morning, perhaps for Aunt May, as she barged in to Peter’s bedroom with the lone intent to rip Peter out of his comfy bed in order to remind him that she will not be there for dinner this time. But by her surprise, Peter was already out of bed, rummaging his closet for a certain piece of clothing as he hummed an uncharted song, additionally swaying his back to the non-existent rhythm. Garments were scattered across Peter’s already chaotic room, May was convinced that he basically just dug out his entire wardrobe, since a huge pile of an ungodly amount of clothes started evolving in several corners of the room.

“Peter where are you going?”, his aunt asked bewildered, pulling Peter back into reality, just as he banged his head on the wooden shelf of his wardrobe, knocking everything off of it as a consequence, just adding more anarchy to his space. Peter quickly turned around, startled by May presence in his room, the laundry basket already being supported by her hip as she tossed some pieces of clothes in to the hamper. Clearly defeated by the fact that she consistently needs to clean after her nephew. “I will finally talk to her, May!”, Peter chanted, a big grin painting his face as he disclosed her his plans on talking to his neighbor after numerous failed attempts.

The miscarried attempts were not his fault by all means. Sometimes you just did not show up at the bus stop, sometimes he got up too late, on one occasion May washed Peter’s favorite jeans, and therefore he could not go out for the entire day. However, today was going to be the day. He already rehearsed his lines since 7 in the morning, brushed his teeth twice, showered today with double the amount of shampoo and lathered on the shower gel countless times. He drenched his body in cologne in attempts to make himself smell more masculine. Peter could not contain his contentedness, he wiggled his hips while blasting music with his headphones and a wide toothed smile dancing across his face.

Aunt May just shook her head, not in disenchantment without a doubt, but instead quietly giggled to herself. Seeing Peter full of energy and in good spirits parading around his room. It was a rare sight to see him so ecstatic. After Uncle Ben’s passing he started slowly distancing himself from her until you caught Peter’s attention on that, for him memorable, forenoon.

You walked down the street, it was 9:17 A.M. Your headphones screeching in to your ears as your phone distracted you from the actual path you were strolling on. Peter stumbled down the stairs, skipping almost every step on his descent, in a haste trying to catch the bus that was leaving by 9:20 with his skateboard resting in one hand and his backpack thrown over one shoulder blade. You did not go to college, but instead worked in a small family-owned coffee shop in the center of New York. You wanted to relax for a year before applying for various universities across the country. As Peter rushed down the stairs, you wandered right past the set of steps in front of his house, while Peter sprinted them down. As predicted, Peter crashed right into you. Your phone slapped right out of your hand along with your headphones falling on to the open street, the music was still discernible from a great distance. A loud shriek escaped your lips as your body hit the grimy flooring. Air with an instance being knocked out of your lungs.

Peter gasped in discomfiture. He could not catch you in time, it all happened so precipitous. Not even his spider-senses were able to give him a fair warning in time. “I’m incredibly sorry!”, Peter gawped. Without hesitation, dropping all his belongings on to the floor and reached out his hand. In an attempt to offer you a helping hand due to him being the reason you are situated on the cold concrete ground in the first place. Peter’s departing bus long forgotten by now. You grabbed his hand responsively, he never felt hands as delicate as yours, he noted. With force, he pulled you back up on to your feet. In the process of getting your frame off of the floor, your eyes met for the first time. For Peter, it was love at first sight, he got lost in your eyes right away, as you returned his gaze with doe eyes. Your hand still resting in his went unnoticed by the both of you.

Once in a blue moon, Peter experiences nervousness caused by an outside force. Right then and there, Peter wanted to ask you out on a date, however his objective was cut short as a loud crack rang through the two sets of ears. Your headphones. A car dashing down the asphalt turned your headphones in to dust instantaneously. Both heads snapped towards the noise, seeing the damage already being concluded. Another gasp left your lips. Peter’s jaw slacked, similar to the one of a cartoon character.

“Great.”, you huffed, patting the dust off of your pants. “You know I'm really, really sorry.”, Peter emphasized on the ‘really’ his hand scratching the back of his head out of awkwardness. “No, No, it’s fine. I mean, I was the one not looking at the road.”, you enlivened him. Peter grumbled in resentment as he showered in remorse. Though you were running late, and your headphones were disintegrated into small specks of insignificant plastic, Peter still remembered the modest smile you sent him, filled with consolation and warmth.

Peter helped you to collect all the particles that were left of your headset, as well as your auspiciously unscathed phone. You thanked him as you both tossed the parts in to an insignificant trash can, giving him a courteous smile as you said your ‘goodbye’s’.

As a matter of fact, you guys indeed had the same bus stop as your destination, however Peter just stood there, feet rooted to the ground, his belongings scattered on the entire pavement as he watched you walk in a hurry to the stop. His eyes filled with enlightenment but with so much affection.

Peter caught himself in a mind trip, thinking about the first time you guys encountered. Ever since then, he has been plagued by the idea of being yours. He admired you from a great distance, never finding the courage again to approach you and optimistically ask you out on a date. However, after Aunt May emphatically gave Peter an ego-boost, by simple reassurance. He quickly decided to approach you at the next given opportunity.

“What’s the time May?”, Peter’s head snapped in May’s direction, witnessing her stuffing varied clothes into the basket that was resting on her hip as she proceeded to silently clean up the havoc in his room. Peter had the plan to leave the house by 9:15 A.M, due to the fact that you habitually walked past his house at 9:17 A.M. “It’s nine, Peter, and I am leaving for work now. Remember, I will not be there tonight.”, she reminded him as she walked out of Peter’s room, leaving the door wide open. “Good luck!”, she added as she walked down the stairs.

Peter did not respond though, he cursed himself for not getting ready a lot sooner, after all he started with his morning routine at the crack of dawn. In a rush, he disappeared back in to his closet, rummaging for the shirt in defiance. With a godsend blessing he found the piece of clothing and dragged it in a haste over his head, with great speed Peter almost jumped in to his denim jeans, closing the zipper with ease. He speedily stumbled into his bathroom, brushing his teeth for the third time today, and brushing his hair like he usually does. Coating it with a generous amount of hairspray.

In seconds, Peter hurried down the staircase in the house, grabbing the lunch bag that May made him every day, and stuffed it into his backpack. He quickly slipped into to his shoes in the entryway, not tying his laces properly and leaving them to some extent dangling.

He tore the door of open, feeling the fresh morning breeze on his skin. However, as soon as he opened the door, he caught you walking past his house towards the bus station. Your new headphones blaring into your ears. It’s the same scenario, you were looking down on your phone as Peter was in a rush. Peter grabbed his board and his keys and slammed the door shut behind him as he sprinted down the stairs - trying to get up on you.

To be faster, he jumped on his board and speeded down pavement. As he finally reached you he made a miserable attempt and tried to break, however his loose shoe ties wrapped themselves around the wheel of his board, slamming him right to the concrete floor. Peter wanted to die in embarrassment, as he kissed the ground with his face.

All the commotion made you in a short order turn around, your eyes met Peter’s on the ground. “What the hell are you doing? Are you okay?”, you asked breathless, almost shocked to see your neighbor on the sidewalk, his board running away, and his backpack entangled with his arm.

“Oh hi Y/N, I didn’t know it was you.” Peter lied, his cheeks flushed red due to awkwardness. His knee and his elbow were throbbing in pain. “I always walk down the street at like 9:15”, you prompted. Of course, you were, that's why Peter started following you. “What?”, Peter acted amazed, trying to make the conversation less ungainly.

You rolled your eyes in amusement, almost finding it funny that you see Peter blocking the entire footpath with his frame, refusing to get up. “Can I help you?”, you offered. Peter stammered something underneath his breath, it was too quiet for you to figure out. “excuse me?”

“Can I take you out for dinner?”, Peter blurred out. The grin you were wearing suddenly wore off as you heard his request. You were rather unsure if he was joking, but you decided to play along, though you really wanted to get to know him. You nodded in response.

Peter looked at you in puzzlement, “What it was that easy?”, he exclaimed, facepalming himself as he realized that he was such a coward before. “Wait, you weren’t joking?”, you interrupted him, your voice cracking in excitement.

“No, no, of course not! Let me take you out for dinner!”

You looked at him with big eyes, another wide toothed smile dancing across your lips, “I mean why not.”, you shrugged your shoulders, adjusting your bag meanwhile.

Peter exhaled in relief, letting his head fall back and covering his face with his hands. He finally found the courage to ask the girl of his dreams to go eat dinner with him, in hopes to ignite the spark he has felt for a long time now.

[daddyjackfrost]

Sakusa and #7 angst to fluff? I’m in the mood to be hurt a lil🧎��‍♀️💞

your wish is my command 🥰

prompt 7: “You’re scared.”

warnings: angst, angry Sakusa, slamming door, yelling, reader flinching, mention of hitting? Reader sort of has a mild anxiety attack? 

angst (hurt/comfort) (sakusa x f!reader)

aged up!

You clutched your bag a little tighter as you tried to keep up with Kiyoomi’s fast pace. 

The night was quiet, it almost seemed mocking. The silence forced you to actually pay attention to the thoughts inside your head, and none of them were happy.

You didn’t mean to spill you’re drink on Kiyoomi. You would never. You would rather purposefully spill it on yourself then even have a drop fall on him.

But you knew that Kiyoomi didn’t care, because the facts were that you did spill your drink on Kiyoomi, and you did get him dirty. Kiyoomi’s dark eyes were still on your mind, and you shivered in the summer wind.

Kiyoomi was already in the car by the time you reached. You quietly opened the car door and slipped in. You didn’t even get to close the door before Kiyoomi sped off, making your breath hitch. You quickly put on your seatbelt and kept your head down. A large part of you knew that Kiyoomi wasn’t mad at you, but at your carelessness, and the fact that he was now dirty. And sticky.

You glanced at the speed and your eyes widened. 

“Omi, slow down, please.” Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper. You mentally scolded yourself for your voice coming out so weak.

“Shut up, y/n.”

You cringed back into your seat, embarrassed. You looked down at your hands and frowned when you noticed the slight shake of your fingers and the sweat that shined on your palms. 

You didn’t know why your hands were shaking. Your hands only shook when you were stressed, or highly anxious, but this was Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi parked the car and he was already out before you could undo your seatbelt. You tightly shut your eyes when you heard the front door slam close, and you clutched your bag tighter as you walked.

You quietly opened the front door and stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind you, locking it. 

Kiyoomi stood in the living room, his dress shirt now in his hands. He stood against the wall by the stairs. You didn’t even glance at his body because Sakusa always wore an extra shirt underneath. You quickly slipped off your shoes and hung your bag on the coat hanger. 

You stepped forward, your arms out. 

“Let me wash that for you, Omi.”

Sakusa released an irritated sigh and you tried not to let your composure break. You wanted to wash his shirt for him. It was the least you could do. 

“Just leave it, y/n. You’ll somehow end up messing that up too.”

Your breath hitched again, but you just swallowed the lump in your throat. You knew that Kiyoomi was already irritated from earlier today, when someone bumped into him at the grocery store. If you hadn’t begged him to come, he wouldn’t have been touched, and maybe he wouldn’t be this angry right now.

You really were just a whole mess today. 

Shaking your head, you took a few small steps towards Kiyoomi. “Let me do it, Omi.” You reached for the shirt. “You can go shower.”

Sakusa’s eyes flashed and anger washed over him. As soon as he saw your dirty hand reach for him, he took a step back. You stood frozen as Sakusa threw his shirt at you, hitting you square in the chest. 

“God, y/n! Don’t touch me. First you make me come with you to get groceries like some child, then you spill a drink on me, and now you want to touch me with dirty hands?”

With wide eyes, you stared at Kiyoomi. You clutched his shirt against your chest. Tears pricked your eyes at his tone and you bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the tears wouldn’t fall. 

With a quiet voice, you mumbled, “It was an accident.”

Sakusa groaned. You watched as he took a few steps closer to you and you unconsciously tightened your hold on his shirt. 

“No, y/n, bringing you tonight was an accident.”

Neither you nor Sakusa noticed the intense hold you had on his shirt, or the way your hands shook. 

You stared up at him and with a shaky voice you spoke. “You don’t mean that.”

Sakusa couldn’t really see anything, nor could he fully comprehend the situation. The intense and overwhelming feeling of germs surrounding him had his senses all numb.

Sakusa brought his hand up and slammed it against the wall, right beside your head. 

You instantly flinched and tightly shut your eyes.

At your reaction, the clouds in Sakusa’s eyes cleared up and his own eyes widened in horror. You slightly opened your eyes but when Sakusa moved his hand near your face, you shut your eyes and cringed, causing Sakusa to part his lips as he instantly stepped back.

“You’re scared.” 

You didn’t open your eyes and Sakusa didn’t breathe. He had gone to brush the hair away from your face, but you flinched. You flinched because of him. You were scared of him. Did you think he was going to hit you? Sakusa would never ever in his life ever hit a woman. Didn’t you know that?

After a few moments, when you did open your eyes, Kiyoomi was gone. You were alone, pressed against the wall. You heard the shower on, and you released a small breath of relief, knowing that after his shower, Sakusa would feel better.

You quietly walked towards your laundry room, throwing the shirt into the washer with special stain-removal detergent. You started the washer and then made your way upstairs, ready to just change and fall asleep, wanting to get this horrid day over with. 

While Kiyoomi was in the shower, you changed out of your dress and into one of his old shirts and some sweatpants. Your threw your hair into a bun and grabbed your makeup wipes from your bag, wanting to be asleep by the time Kiyoomi was done. 

You walked to the other bathroom and began wiping off your makeup, glad to finally let your skin breathe.

Meanwhile in the shower, Sakusa stared at his hands. He clenched them into fists and then flexed them, horrified that he made you flinch. Sakusa couldn’t stop thinking about how you shut you eyes and just cringed. You didn’t even say anything. Not that he ever would, but were you just going to allow him to get away with something like that?

By the time Sakusa had finished showering and brushing his teeth, you were already in bed. 

Sakusa stared at your back. Although your breathing seemed normal, Sakusa noticed your rigid shoulders, and the way you had positioned yourself so you wouldn’t touch him.

Guilt swirled in Sakusa’s stomach as he slipped into bed. He heard your breath hitch and Sakusa frowned, hating himself.

You both laid in the silence. Your eyes were open but you refused to look anywhere but the window. You didn’t want Sakusa to say anything else to you, you just wanted him to go to sleep.

Sakusa laid on his side, facing your back. He had opened and closed his mouth so many times, unable to find the right words to apologize. 

Sakusa moved slightly closer to you. Your body completely froze when you felt Kiyoomi’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You tried moving but Sakusa tightened his hold on you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and to your neck.

Though your heart calmed down a bit, your body was still frigid. 

Sakusa inhaled your scent and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. 

“I am so sorry, my love. I don’t know what came over me, but I promise you, you will never see that side of me again.” Sakusa pressed his chest against your back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

Sakusa would never admit that his voice wavered, and you would never ask him.

But the small crack and shine of true vulnerability was enough for you. You relaxed in his arms and he let out a small breath of relief, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder. 

well, that was fun.

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Knock On Wood

Oliver Wood x Reader

Warnings: The Puns are real, fighting, fluff... (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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What a lovely day to bother the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You swung your legs off Fred’s lap and ruffled George’s hair as you went to your dorm.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, tossing the pranking ball at you. You caught it and tossed it right back before it could release the gas from inside that smelt like a dead skunk bathed in vomit, a smell of your own invention you were proud to say.

“I overheard that Ollie was going down to the pitch for some extra practice. Think I need some work on my,” you flipped your hair dramatically. “Chasing.” The two scoffed at your horrible pun, considering you were the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. Both figuratively and metaphorically. You ran up stairs and grabbed your gloves, threw on your riding boots and grabbed your broom. Everything you owned was pretty worn out, you were muggle born and your family wasn’t exactly the richest. Actually you were poorer than the Weasleys', and there were only four of you!

They looked back up at you as you jumped the last four stairs and walked out of the room to go bug the keeper. You loved bugging Wood. His name was meant for puns. It's just perfect! I mean, Oliver, obviously a good nickname for him was Ollie, which he pretended to hate. And then Wood. There were so many there. And then he was a Keeper. Like, he just made it too easy for you!

“Ollie!” You called happily from the bottom of the pitch. He glanced down and you could hear his eye roll. You flew up and met the Keeper in the air. “What a surprise meeting you up here, hun!” He rolled his eyes and turned his broom around so you wouldn't see the blush on his cheeks from the nickname you had given him. Well, one of the many nicknames you had given him.

“What do you want, Y/L/N. I’m practicing here.” You frowned and leaned forward on your broom.

“Maybe I wanted to practice with you, Ollie. I’m hurt you want me to leave so soon. I got all dressed up just to see you.” He glanced at your attire.

“Honored. You should really get new riding gloves and boots,” he mentioned.

“Yeah, they’re on my list right next to a cyclops.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “Come on Wood, I bet I can get a few past you,” you grinned, sitting back up on your broom.

“Ha! You wish, Y/L/N!”

“Scared?”

“Never.”

“Then Wood you go get the ball and we can have a go at it!” He groaned at you pun.

“Stop it.

“Stop what? I just told you to go get the ball,” he flew down and started to walk away from you.

“You know what!” You smirked. He showed back up a few minutes later as you were speeding around the pitch. He watched you go in awe at how fast you were flying. How perfect your form was. And how good you looked doing it.

Stop it. He told himself as he called up to you. He tossed up the Quaffle and you zoomed over catching it in one fluid motion, going so fast you nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Lets go, Ollie!” You shouted down to him, tossing it up in the air and catching it. “I gotta beat you by four!” He mounted his broom and flew up to you.

“Why? What's at four.”

“Fred, George, and I have some… business to attend to.”

“Which hallway do I have to avoid this time?” He sighed, making his way to the posts.

“There's no fun in that, Olive oil! You might stop people like you did last time,” you pouted.

“Did you just call me Olive oil?”

“Your name is Oliver, did you not expect me to make an olive pun?”

“I was hoping.”

“I guess you could say you were-”

“Don’t do it.”

“Knocking on Wood.” You smiled.

“I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me,” you blew him a kiss making his cheeks heat.

The game was close the whole time, but you ended up winning by one point. Though, he did not accept his defeat.

“That wasn’t fair!”

“Just because you were too busy laughing at my joke, Ollie, doesn’t mean it wasn’t fair. You always tell me to be more focused. Maybe you should follow your own advice instead of gazing longingly at me,” you joked as the two of you headed to the locker room.

“I don’t gaze longingly,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ya do, mate,” George said, coming over and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Only at her though,” Fred clarified, doing the same thing on the other side of you. You laughed at the two trouble makers.

“I’m just flawless, he can’t help it. Right, Ollie?” You joked, but he just stalked off to the showers frustrated. You frowned and creased your eyebrows. You didn't take it too far, did you? “Did I say something offensive?”

“No.” they said together, smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Ollie!” You yelled to Oliver, running towards him in your Gryffindor uniform. It was the Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor match today, and you were ready to kick some serpent ass. Oliver just nodded to you and kept walking. You frowned and stopped watching him go. What was that? Fred and George came up behind you.

“What was that about?” George asked. You shook your head and looked after the boy you longed to talk to. It was a well known fact amongst the three of you that you liked him. They had tried to get you to tell him on multiple occasions, but every time you went to say something, a pun just came out because of your nerves.

Harry came over to the three of you and looked past you to see Wood walking away with his shoulders a bit slumped.

“He’s been like that all day.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe throw him a pun or two today, Y/N. Looks like he needs one.” Harry left you three to stare after Wood as he made his way to where the majority of the team was, ready to walk out and begin the game against the Serpents’ house.

Brutal. That was the only way to describe how they played. Well, that was also how your team played. The rivalry between the houses fueling the urge to win. Skill increased, adrenaline flooded through everyone on the pitch. Rooms zoomed through the air, the wind combined with the cheers and boos from the crowd was deafening.

It was brilliant.

Y/N zoomed through the air perfectly, avoiding everyone as she threw the Quaffel into the top goal post. Gryffindor cheered and she smiled, flying her broom around in victory as the Slytherin’s booed her. Y/N watched the Quaffle get tossed around by a few Slytherin’s and zoomed over to them. As it was tossed in the air she intersected it and flew around towards the Slytherin side again, scoring yet another goal. The Slytherins sneered at you and, unbeknownst to you, had a plan up their sleeves.

The Quaffle was tossed to you again and then you were being chased, but this wasn't your normal chase. You had two Slytherin players in front and back and two on your sides.

You swore to yourself as they got closer. Suddenly they all just dispersed. You were far up in the clouds at this point and it was hard to see. You began to speed back down when something hit you in the head, knocking you off your broom.

You fell. You heard screaming, but you didn’t know if it was you or someone else. You felt yourself slow down but you were still going fast, the Quaffle still tightly in your grasp as you hit the ground. Everything went black.

Wood watched the Slytherin team surround you and take you up into the clouds. What were they planning? The team dispersed and flew back into view, but you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Then he saw your figure falling. His heart stopped. Dumbledore cast a spell to slow you down but you were still going too fast.

“Y/N!” him and the twins cried in unison, flying down to meet you on the ground. Your body bounced and you were out cold. The rest of the quidditch game was canceled and everyone made their way out onto the field to see what happened, Madam Hooch in front of them all. The three boys stared down at you unmoving body thinking that the fall killed you. The Slytherin’s walked off the field, not caring anymore. They had won. But that wasn’t the reason Oliver Wood’s blood was boiling. They had hurt you and that was not ok. Ever.

Madam Hooch took you to the hospital wing and Fred and George were about to follow when they noticed Oliver heading towards the Slytherin shower area with his fists clenched. They followed.

“Oi!” The boys clad in green turned around at his voice. “Was that really necessary? She could’ve died!” Marcus Flint scoffed.

“Not our problem.” Wood clenched his jaw.

“It is your problem.”

“Why, pissed off we hurt your mudblood girlfriend? Can’t even buy herself proper riding-” Flint didn't get to finish his statement thanks to Wood’s fist in his face. He stumbled back and Fred and George grabbed Wood’s arms pulling him away form the fight.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you!”

“Wood, shut up mate!” Fred hissed, struggling to pull him away.

“Lets go right now! I’ll fucking take you all down. Right here right now! Lets go!”

“Wood!” George hissed. “No. If you won’t come with us for your own sake, at least do it for her sake.” Wood growled, making the twins lean back. He just growled. They had never seen him get so defensive over something. So protective.

“Yeah! Go running to your mudblood girlfriend, Ollie.” The three froze. The twins dropped Wood’s arms and in three seconds he was on top of the Slytherin’s beating the lot of them to a pulp. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Wood could take care of himself. That much had always been clear. But this… This was just horrifying.

You started to stir a bit, everything in your body aching, you head pounding. You felt sticky, but not your normal sweaty sticky. You groaned and opened your eyes. The lights of the infirmary blinded you a bit.

“Y/N?” The twins? Your eyes adjusted and you saw two redheads staring at you from above. It all came back to you and your blood boiled. “How do you feel?”

“Can I please have a knife?”

“First off, no.”

“Second off, why?”

“I am going to stab each and everyone of those Slytherin pricks so they bleed and hurt and beg me for mercy.” You groaned.

“She’s up?” Your head snapped up at Wood’s voice, but you couldn't see him.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s in a killing mood again.” The twins patted your leg, silently telling you they’d be back later. Oliver came and sat by you, you turned your head so you could see him.

“You look good.” you smirked sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you don't look picture perfect either.” You cringed mockingly.

“That hurt Ollie. Almost as much as these broken bones.”

“You're lucky you're not dead.”

“I mean, there's still time for that. So…” you stabbed his shoulder three time with your fist. “Knock on wood.” He let out a laugh and you smiled.

“You laughed.” He looked at you.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you never laugh. Why do you think I always try? Who knew falling off my broom would get you to laugh.” “Yeah, well. Don’t go doing that again. You gave me quite the scare.” You laughed, cringing at the way you felt your ribs shift. He looked panicked. “What happened? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“Relax, Ollie. It was just my ribs shifting. Nothing to over react about. So, what did happen to that pretty face of your? You look like a woodpecker attacked you.”

“You really can’t turn the puns off can you?”

“I just got to get Olive them out.”

“Wow. That's pathetic.”

“You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“I just had a row with the Slytherin team. They called you a few… unsavory words.”

“Pour mudblood?” You asked without breaking. His eyes widened, surprised to hear you say the slur. You shrugged. “Yeah. They say that a lot.”

“And you’re just fine with that?”

“Well, I mean. No. But, what am I going to do about it? Take on all of Slytherin house?”

“I did.”

“Which was incredibly stupid. Why would you even do that?”

“Because they insulted you!”

“Ollie, why does that matter? I’m no one important!”

“Yes you are!”

“Really? To who?”

“The twins! The team! To me!” You fell silent and he heard what he said. He was about to cover it up.

“I’m important to you?” He swallowed.

“Yeah. Always have been.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Always will be. Y/N." He started to gain more confidence. "I have been in love with you since our first year when you made a Woody woodpecker joke at my expense. Whoever that is.” You laughed, remembering the cartoon.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I was scared.”

“I scare the Oliver Wood? That's an accomplishment.”

“I’m trying to confess my feelings here!”

“If you just kiss me, I think I’ll get the hint!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” He grabbed your face and, as gently as his adrenalin allowed him, brought it to his, putting his lips on yours, finally. You two would have continued to make out if not for a clearing of someone’s throat. Oliver disconnected your lips and looked back to see Madam Pomfrey.

“Miss. Y/L/N needs her rest, Mr. Wood. I am well aware of you two strained and prolonged crushes and am glad to see you two have finally stopped acting like buffoons and gotten to it already. But she has just fallen from an extraordinary height so it is appreciated if you would keep it to a minimum until she is well enough to at least walk.” She turned on her heels and walked out. You started to laugh and Oliver placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When you finally get out of here, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled back with a smirk on his face and you gaped at him.

“Ollie!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you had that side to you.”

“Lots of things you don’t know, love.” he kissed your head. “Get some rest.” You smiled, your eyes already closing.

“M’kay, Ollie.” You were on the verge of sleep when you muttered out a question. “Hey, Ollie?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’ll still kiss me when I wake up, right?” He chuckled.

“I don't think I can stop now.” You smiled, sleepily.

“Good. I don't want you to.” You fell asleep and he watched you for a moment.

“Neither do I.”

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Discs|Tommyinnit|

(Takes place as actual Minecraft)

Tommy adored listening to Music since he was younger because of his older brother, Wilbur. Tommy's childhood was something special to him. He had a loving family which consisted of a father and two older twins. His father better known as Philza Minecraft was the perfect father, he was protective of his children and made sure they weren't hurt. His older twins were almost like different people. Technoblade always had his guard up and never really shown his emotional side except when he needed to, which never really happened. Techno also loved Greek Mythology and could quote almost every story by heart. Wilbur was more into making songs and singing he never really enjoyed violence, so he would play on his guitar while Techno trained.

Aside from his family life he had two best friends which were just as important. Tubbo was his right-hand man and was the first person to talk to him. His other best friend, Y/n was the person who he could always lean on and wasn't afraid to show his raw emotions. Sure he wanted to show his tuff side but the day you saw him cry was the time Tommy realized he could rely on you the most. Don't get me wrong he could rely on Tubbo as well but he made sure to put on a tough act for the boy because of his family life.

Tubbo's family was not the best, his father would always yell and neglect him, let's not leave out the fact that he's a drunk. His father always likes that but after his mom died his dad was heartbroken and it affected him he didn't pay attention to how his son felt. Being 6 years old and his mother passing away Tubbo didn't have the best childhood. So Tommy made sure Tubbo could lean on him.

Tommy was certainly the ring leader of the gang. He always suggested pranks and decided on games to play. Tommy wasn't happy he was younger than Tubbo but was happy he was older than Y/n. He always felt the need to protect you with every strength he could muster. His favorite game showed that. They played a game many kids played, the Knight, Princess, and the villain. Of course, Tommy was the knight and you were the princess tubbo would be the villain but sometimes Wilbur would play with them. Wilbur being 11 towered over them and was much stronger than the little kids which would make it 10 times more fun.

On his 7th birthday, he had a small party nothing too big, just his family, you and Tubbo. Tubbo couldn't get him much so he made Tommy a bandana. Even though Tubbo felt bad he couldn't give Tommy anything grand Tommy appreciated the bandana and put it around his neck showing Tubbo he liked it. Wilbur, Techno, and Phil gave him a copy of the family photo. It was rare to be able to take a photo so getting a copy of one made it just as great of a gift. Then the final gift was from you. You knew he loved music so you tried to get at least one rare Disc, but you managed to get two.

He stared at the Discs in amazement quickly running to the old jukebox his father owned. He put in the disc Cat. He smiled at the sound of the music, let's just say it was his favorite birthday gift he ever got. He hugged you which made you blush but you hugged back smiling. The others were awed at the sight. Wilbur managed to take a quick picture and made a mental note to get it printed out. It cost a lot but the now 12-year-old would do anything for his little brother.

A few months later Tommy woke up to arguing between his brothers and father. He silently stepped down the stairs making sure to go as slow as possible.

"What is up with you lately dad! All you do is stay in your room! You left us to take care of Tommy ever since you got that stupid letter a few months ago! Tommy hasn't noticed because of us!" Techno whisper yelled trying not to wake up Tommy which was a little too late.

"Not only that but you try to redeem yourself by giving us small gifts! Sure I appreciate it but I know why you're doing it! You don't want anyone noticing you've been acting suspicious lately" Wilbur crossed his arms.

"Keep it down you're gonna wake your brother" Phil whispered trying to stall the sudden outburst by the twins.

Tommy ran upstairs quietly putting clothes on to run to your house. He climbed out his window carefully. He would occasionally climb out his window if he was grounded to walk to Tubbo's house or your house. Right now he was on the way to yours.

It took him 10 minutes to get to your house. He grabbed a small pebble and threw it at your window. He threw 2 more before you opened the window looking down at the boy.

"Tommy what are doing here," I said watching the boy climb up to my window. He looked upset. Sitting in my bed.

"They're fighting again..."

"Whos fighting?" I asked sitting next to him.

Tommy was looking down tears streaming his face.

"My brothers and dad" He whispered. "It happened last week too but it wasn't that bad but they've been fighting more recently and I don't like it" The 7-year-old sniffled.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?" I asked placing my hands gently on his.

"My dad has been acting differently apparently" He sighed wiping his tears " I didn't notice but apparently it's so obvious to Techno and Wilbur"

"Maybe your dad is working on something really important," I said not knowing how to fully answer.

"Probably" He muttered

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up!" I said running over to one of my chests.

I looked through a few chests trying to find a music disc to play for Tommy. When I finally found it I ran to the Jukebox and put it in the slot. The disc played Chirp throughout the room. I look over and saw Tommy smiling just a bit.

"How do you have so many Discs," Tommy asked standing up walking to the Jukebox.

"My grandpa had a bunch before he died, he gave them all to me because when I was younger all we did was listen to the discs" I smiled at the memory.

"So why did you give Cat and Mellohi to me?" He asked

"Because your my favorite person in the world" I looked at him smiling I could see his face turn red which made me giggle.

"You're my favorite person in the world too," Tommy said pulling me into a hug to which I hugged him back.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome Toms"

He pulled away from the hug and looked out the window seeing the sun slowly rise.

"Oh crap, I have to go before I get caught" He panicked running to the window.

"wait!" I ran and grabbed Chirp from the Jukebox running to the window hanging me the disc. "Take it"

"But I thought-"

"Let that disc remind you of me if you ever need to let out your feelings"

"Thank you" He smiled kissing my cheek then climbing down the house.

"Thomas!" I shouted but still smiling.

"Bye" He grinned waving

"Be safe" I whispered watching him run off to his house.

Tommy ran as fast as he could to his house before the sun could rise any longer. He climbed up to his window jumping into his room. He was holding the disc carefully when he was climbing so he didn't scratch it. He laid in bed out of breath from running but thank god he made it back before anyone noticed.

A few weeks later you suddenly stopped coming over to play with him and Tubbo. Tommy just thought you had something to do with your family as you did every so often. Days turned into weeks. He sat every night looking at the picture Wilbur took on his birthday of you guys hugging. It didn't sit right that you hadn't shown up or even sent a message that you were away. It confused him.

The next day he begged his family to take him to your house. Yes, he knew how to get to your house but he still wanted one of his brothers to go with I'm knowing his father was still busy. Tommy asked Wilbur in the morning but Wilbur said he was busy today and maybe tomorrow. Tommy had to go today no matter what so he ran to Technoblade's room knocking on the door. Only for Techno to say he was busy and not to bother him.

He sighed knowing he would have to go himself. He put his jacket on and shoes. He walked out of the house and made his way over to your house. Tommy ran to your house concerned, he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He saw your house and sprinted faster when he arrived he walked to the door seeing it partially opened. He opened the door all the way seeing the inside of the house destroyed. He walked inside looking around.

"Y/n?" He said seeing shattered glasses on the ground.

"Y/n?!" He saw blood on the ground which made his breath hitch.

"Y/N!" He ran up to your room panicked only to be faced with a pool of blood on the floor.

"No no no no no no," He said his body giving out on him making him fall to the ground blood getting on his clothes and shoes.

He didn't bother to get up and leave. He physically couldn't get up his body was in a paralyzed state so he was forced to lay where you possibly died. his breath was heavy and it was like he had no oxygen in his lungs. he wanted to cry for help but the way he was breathing, it was useless to try. He eventually passed out due to a lack of oxygen.

When he woke up it was night. He still laid in your bedroom but this time he could actually breathe. He then realized he had been gone all day and didn't know what time of night it was. Tommy slowly got up looking at his bloodied clothes. His tears silently fell as he made himself walk back to his house. He wasn't bothered by the noises of the creatures around the area. He couldn't care less if he got hurt because he had a bigger wound that no one would ever be able to fix.

The house lights were on and he saw people sitting outside. He walked closer and saw his family with worried looks on their faces. When they heard footsteps they looked to see Tommy slowly making his way to the door. Wilbur immediately ran up to the little boy pulling him into a hug.

"You had us all fucking worried!" He pulled away from the hug only then noticing the blood. "Holy shit your hurt"

Tommy just stood there no words came out of his mouth as his brother brought him inside to check his "wounds". He was sat on the kitchen counter as Phil raced to grab the first aid kit. when Wilbur went to take Tommy's shirt off to clean the "wound" He says nothing but dried blood.

"Tommy?..."

"She's gone....."

"What?"

"Y/N IS GONE!" His sudden outburst made the 14-year-old jump.

"She's dead Wilby" He sobbed Wilbur pulled the boy into a hug and tried calming down the younger boy. Tommy eventually fell asleep and Wilbur changed him into his pajamas taking the bloody clothes to the washer.

10 years later he sat in exile he lost his precious Discs and was now sent out of the land that he built with Wilbur and Tubbo when Phil went missing and Technoblade left. Wil eventually died by his own father. It was the first time he had seen Phil in 10 years only to see him kill one of the only people who stuck by him.

He then lost Tubbo who exiled him for a stupid prank he did on George's house with Ranboo. Tommy wasn't the type to snitch on someone so he took the blow for Ranboo. He had officially lost everything he ever cared about, the only thing he had left was a picture of you and him hugging when he was 7 years old.

"Tommy?...."

"Y/n?!"

------------------------------------------------------- Just thought of this randomly. ✨YOU ARE AMAZING AND PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE! YOU ARE WORTH IT ON SO MANY LEVELS✨

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Staying on my mind - Jake Gyllenhaal smut

The one where Jake fucks you while Tom listens.

Warnings: smut, cuckolding, mean!Jake, crying during sex, orgasm denial

A/N: so this was the request follow-up to these fics! I must say, I got really 🔥 writing it, so I hope y’all will feel the same when reading!

Jake’s P.O.V.

I was surprised when I got the invite to hang out at Tom’s house during the Superbowl. I hadn’t heard from him since the night he had sent his girlfriend over, and although whenever we met at parties they were always polite and warm, I knew there was some underlying awkwardness there.

I’d find it weird if there wasn’t. This is why the idea of reuniting at his place was so great: it’d give us the opportunity to smooth things over, go back to pretending nothing had ever happened.

Or make this into an official thing, one could hope.

I couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t what I wanted. Just thinking about that night had me hardening inside my jeans, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and end up disappointed. So when I finally got there and found out no one other than me had been invited, I still didn’t allow my thoughts to run wild, instead opting to accept Tom’s hug and depositing a quick kiss on Y/N’s cheek as a greeting.

“It’ll be just the three of us today, huh? The dream threesome,” I winked in their direction, witnessing as she flushed and Tom avoided my eyes. Just because I wasn’t going to create any hopes didn’t mean I couldn’t have my fun with them.

But the nervous energy that had been absent with other people around was now threatening to take over our encounter. I watched as Tom still seemed unable to look me in the eye and Y/N couldn’t sit still, and so I decided to put an end to it.

“Y/N.” Her head immediately whipped up to look at me, and I couldn’t help but to feel smug about it. She felt it too, this instinctive calling, this bond between us that seemed to have been delicately built during that night we shared together. “Come sit on my lap.”

Now it was Tom’s head that whipped to the side to meet my eye for the first time that night, and all he found was a challenging look on my face, as I waited with an eyebrow raised for what he was going to do. Y/N didn’t move, every muscle of her body apparently tense as she looked from her boyfriend to me and back to him again.

No one dared to break the spell. I knew how I wanted this to play out, but the ball wasn’t in my hands, and I was hoping she would realize it soon.

Much to my delight, she did.

Y/N was the one to make the decision for us, standing up and closing the space between our bodies before coming to stand in front of me. I didn’t leave room for another second of hesitation, immediately reaching out to sit her on my lap.

It helped that I was desperate to feel her body again.

“What are you looking at?” I barked, taking too much delight in the way Tom’s mouth suddenly closed, his wide eyes staring at us. “Go get us a beer.” He still seemed reluctant, but I could recognize the glint of desire in his eyes. It’s what made me insist, “Go,” which ultimately had him sprinting out of the room, in the direction of the kitchen.

Much better. That would give me the time I needed to talk to the beauty in my arms, who was staring intently at my lips, her arms around my neck. Well, now that was just a given.

“You okay with this?” I had to know. Couldn’t have her blaming it on the heat of the moment, I wanted her to acknowledge that this was her decision.

“Yeah,” she nodded, licking her lips before finally meeting my eyes. “Yeah, I think Tom will really enjoy this. Even if he doesn’t have the nerve to explicitly say it.” I chuckled, playing with her hair while analyzing her expression. It didn’t surprise me that she opted to focus on Tom’s desire rather than on hers, but by the end of the night, I’d make sure the next time we saw each other, she would be the one begging for me.

I started by capturing her lips with mine, desperate to taste her again, growing hard just by imagining Tom’s expression when he returned with the beers to find our mouths moving together. At the same time, I had to simply relish in the feeling of having her this close again.

I was right. It was impossible to be around her and not think about bending her over the coffee table and just jam my cock in her tight little pussy. But for now I was almost satisfied in making her breathless with these long kisses, where I could invade her mouth with my tongue before taking control of hers.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Missed me, beautiful?” He asked with an unmistakable arrogant smirk when I had to pull away to catch my breath. Out of words, all I could do was blink dumbly at his dominant aura, feeling my underwear begin to soak already, with the little we’d done.

Thankfully, he was so sure of himself he didn’t need an answer. Instead, his huge hand engulfed my nape, bringing my lips down to his again, adjusting me so I was perfectly seated on his lap, knees on each side of his frame, covered cunt rubbing against his. 

I tried not to focus on how it made me feel, the fact that he could so easily adjust me to his liking, but the way my pussy clenched as I kept slowly grinding against his boner was enough to distract me from that goal.

His kiss was passionate, and there was so much hunger in it that it almost scared me. But I couldn’t be too worried about it, not when his hands were roaming around my body, like he was trying to get reacquainted to it.

One of them settled on my ass, covering an entire cheek when he squeezed it tightly, making me whimper as it pressed my clit against the zipper of his jeans. And that’s when I heard it - the sound of glass breaking, liquid splashing, and I wanted to turn around to check on Tom but Jake’s other hand held me by the back of the head and attacked my lips once more.

Suddenly, I didn’t care. A lazy, warm haze of lust settled over me, slowly taking over my body, relaxing my muscles to mold them against Jake’s. Tom could stop this if he was uncomfortable, I reasoned with myself. He could voice his concerns, even pull me away. If he didn’t, he must be okay with this.

Jake’s lips grew more impatient, more demanding as they left mine bruised in search of clear skin he could leave his mark on. When he descended upon my jaw, trailing the side of my neck, I was finally able to see Tom, just out of the corner of my eye.

He looked tense, or maybe it was surprised. Whatever it was that he was feeling, it had left him paralyzed in the middle of our living room, eyes wide as he took in the image of his girlfriend being licked and sucked and kissed by his best friend.

I wondered if he had ever imagined this before. Ever fantasized about watching Jake fuck me right in front of him, like I told him about it the night I went over to his friend’s place. I had no doubt that the idea excited him, but I was reticent about how he would actually react now that it was happening right in front of his eyes.

It was one thing to fantasize. I’d even done it before, about the man who was now undoing the buttons of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cold air of the evening. Actually experiencing it was another thing altogether - and that I’d come to realize the first time I allowed Jake to touch me.

A warm mouth engulfed my nipple, making me gasp in surprise at the same time I felt his member twitch underneath me. My attention returned to the man who was dedicating all of his to me and my body, laving my breasts with his warm tongue and making me more aroused by the second.

“Alright, enough of this.” I yelped, legs instinctively wrappingaround Jake’s torso when he got up from the couch like I weighted nothing, hands under my ass to help support me.

I looked over my shoulder to see Tom was also surprised, his handcurled around his cock but unmoving as he followed us with his gaze until he moved towards us, almost tripping on his own pants trying to reach us.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jake’s question startled me, mostly because I wasn’t expecting him to say anything. I could see a mocking smile on his handsome face as he stared at my boyfriend, making me pant as I realized what was going on.

“I-I’m going to the bedroom with you guys.” I don’t think Jake tried very hard to hold back his laughter, not by the way my entire body shook with his roar. But then he stopped abruptly, almost as if he suddenly realized Tom wasn’t kidding. Then, where once was amusement, now stood intimidation. Jake looked down at Tom with what seemed like twice his usual height, a derisive smile on his face.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, mate.” I gasped in surprise as he slapped my ass, throwing a wink at my boyfriend before resuming his march, starting to climb up the stairs.

“You stay there, be a good little boy. Maybe touch yourself a little, let the grown-ups have some fun.” I was dumbfounded, incapable of saying anything as Jake’s gaze at last landed on me again, easily locating the door of the bedroom I shared with the man downstairs.

The fact that he left it open didn’t escape my attention.

My dress was gone in the blink of an eye, and so were his clothes. “God, get up here,” he ordered, laying down on the bed by my side before easily manhandling me so that my knees were on either side of his head. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

I choked on a moan as his tongue plunged inside of me, clearly desperate to taste my overwhelming wetness. Before me, I could see his thick cock twitch against his stomach, and my mouth instantly watered.

“Oh God,” he bellowed underneath me, the reverberations of his deep voice rushing through me. “What a fucking pussy.” My legs trembled, making me fall down on my hands and knees over him, but I didn’t mind. It got me closer to where I wanted to be.

“Fuck!” His voice boomed when my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, my hips instinctively grinding back against him face. “You’re so wet already, beautiful.”

It was undeniable. My juices were running down my thighs, dripping over his face and the bed that I shared with my boyfriend. “Does he really pays you so little attention?” Jake pressed on, tone mocking - and I knew Tom could hear him from downstairs.

Still, I couldn’t hold back. Even when I stopped moving my hips, my mouth kept working him, obsessed with the weight of his cock on my tongue, his taste, his precum. And he didn’t let me stay frozen for long, strong hands taking a hold of my ass to gently rock me back against his face once more.

He hummed against my hole, taking advantage of my distraction with his cock to keep taunting, “Just a few kisses…” and he licked my clit, laughing at my moan. “And you’re already gushing for me, huh?”

I knew he didn’t need an answer. This was much more for Tom’s benefit than anything else, but it did help that it made me wetter than I’d ever been before, thinking of my boyfriend sitting downstairs with his hand down his pants, jacking off to the sounds of me with another man.

“That’s why he needs this,” Jake continued between suctions on my clit. “You need this. He needs to see how you behave when you’re with someone who can actually satisfy you, huh?”

God, the degradation was exhilarating, even if I didn’t understand why. “Huh, sweetheart?” He asked, letting go of his long, wet kisses against my pussy to push two fingers inside of me. “Don’t I satisfy you?”

There was only so much a woman could take.

“Yes, yes,” I screamed, finally coming up for air and releasing his cock as I fucked myself back furiously against his digits. “Please, fuck me, please.”

If I had half a brain cell that wasn’t overtaken by my arousal, I’d call myself pathetic, and Jake’s laugh certainly showed that he’d agree with me. But I was too worried with climbing that high of desire to care - that was, until his fingers left me, his hand coming down against the flesh of my ass, leaving it stinging.

“Don’t fucking cum without my cock inside of you.”

I was laid back against the bed in a second, his cock suddenly filling me as he shoved it in my drenched hole all at once, knowing I could take it - and I could, but even with my overwhelming wetness, it hurt. It was a good kind of hurt though, a fantastic kind of stretch that had me screaming, clawing at Jake’s back as he immediately began to pound me against the mattress.

“Yeah, you like this cock, angel, don’t you?” I could only babble something that resembled a yes, making Jake smile as sweat started to form on his forehead.

“He has no idea how much of a whore you really are, huh?” Every reminder of my boyfriend sent a new wave of arousal down my lower belly, tightening the knot on my navel, threatening to make me tip over the edge of bliss.

“Thinks you’re just an innocent little thing…” he continued, head tilted and biceps bulging as he held himself up above me, taking in my every reaction. “But here you are, getting rawed by another man while he’s getting off downstairs to the sound of us fucking.”

All at once, his thrusts began to slow, deflating that warm fire of desire once more and I whined, tears threatening to spill when his hand covered my throat, squeezing it lightly, shushing me. “Listen,” he ordered, and I did, because I’d do anything for this man if he would just make me cum.”

“Can you hear it?” Curiosity got the best of me, and so I focused, eventually managing to grasp the sound of skin meeting skin, denouncing how furiously Tom was jacking himself off while Jake fucked me like an animal. 

But at that moment, I couldn’t think about Tom anymore. I couldn’t think about anything other than Jake and his cock, roughly fucking me in the same bed where I slept with Tom every night.

Jake’s mouth began its exploration around my neck, retracing the same path he had made that night as he sucked bruise after bruise on my skin, leaving a trail for Tom to uncover later. I could still remember how long it took for them to fade, and how I’d sit in front of the mirror and press them in the hopes of making them last longer, reigniting the flames of desire I’d felt that night.

I never expected to be able to relive it.

“Can you hear us too, Tom?” Jake suddenly yelled, laughing at my body as it jolted underneath his. “Can you hear me as I destroy your fucking girlfriend in a way you never could?”

Tom’s low moan still managed to reach my ear, and I mirrored it instinctively, bewitched by the fact that he was aroused from me being aroused.

I could feel myself clench, my orgasm starting to ignite again, but just as I thought that Jake would finally let me cum, his voice resonated through the room, interrupting my plans, “Hold it.”

I started crying. I just couldn’t take it anymore. But he thought that I did, and so he threatened, “or do you want me to stop?”

I would have thought it was just empty words if he hadn’t actually halted his movements, prompting me into begging between tears, holding the hand that still covered my throat, “No, please! Don’t stop, please.”

Jake’s P.O.V.

I chuckled as I imagined what Tom must be feeling as he heard his girlfriend begging for me. With a groan, I managed to pull out of her and easily take her body with me as I sat by the edge of the bed, in front of a body-length mirror that I supposed she used to get ready in the morning.

“Look at you,” I ordered, already holding her jaw so she’d have no choice but to obey. “He can only imagine ever getting you like this, huh? Dripping wet, crying for cock… God, you’re delicious.”

I rutted up against her, desperate to feel her wet heat all around my aching dick, but I took sick delight in torturing her a bit more. “Isn’t it worth it?” I inquired, making sure she was looking me in the eyes through the mirror, dragging my cock over her pussy lips just to taunt her. “To abandon your boyfriend downstairs so you can have my dick inside of you?”

She remained silent, tears silently running down her cheeks as she refused to answer, but even though the answer was already obvious, I needed to hear her say it.

“Say it,” I enunciated, mocking her state of ruin. “Say you want my dick inside of you.” Her bottom lips trembled, it looked like she was about to start sobbing, but she still conceded it to me.

“I want it, please, please Jake.” Hearing my name in her fucked-out voice broke all of my control, and I buried myself inside of her all at once, knowing from this position I’d feel even bigger inside of her.

“You wanna cum so bad?” I asked, watching her immediately nod. “Then make yourself cum, c’mon. Work for it.” I slapped the outside of her thigh, a hand still over her throat as I watched her begin to fuck herself on my dick through the mirror in front of us. It was unbelievable.

When our eyes met again, I felt a rush of something I couldn’t identify inside of me, looking into her gaze filled with so many emotions, I turned my own turmoil into something I could actually use.

“Do you think he’ll still want you when I’m done with you?” I asked, nibbling on her ear as I watched and heard her gasp at my words, filling my other hand with her bouncing breasts.

“When you’re all stretched out and covered in my cum, do you think he’ll still want to be with you?” She began sobbing then, but I could only take delight in her show of emotions, knowing I’d hit the nerve I needed to get her to come apart for me.

“Kiss me, kiss me,” I urged, turning her face to the side when her cunt clenched around me, starting to milk my cock. I bet I could still hold it a bit longer, even though her warm lips on mine were almost sending me into overdrive.

“God, I missed this fucking mouth,” I admitted once we parted for air, letting go of her throat to push my fingers inside of it, and when her tongue welcomed my digits, swirling around them, I came with a roar.

The world seemed to be underwater after I came with such intensity. Still, I managed to softly deposit her on bed, smiling at her fucked out face, not resisting leaning down and passionately kissing her lips once more, giving her all I got.

Her eyes remained close when I pulled away, and I knew she was almost asleep when I ran my thumbs over her cheekbones, admiring her angelic features.

“You know…” I whispered, uncertain if she could even still hear me. “…if he doesn’t want you anymore, you can always come home with me.”

[pot-of-terv]

FINALLY! It is here! The conclusion to my PuzzleJune series! Thank you so much for everyone who’s tagged along on this journey and thank you especially to @xauroraxborealisx for arranging this event. It’s been a wild ride for me because this is the first time I’ve ever done something this big so I’m incredibly grateful for everything ;__;

I might continue this story with tiny bits here and there but for the foreseeable future, this is it. Hope you enjoy!! 💗 (Please be sure to read the previous parts first if you’re new here :3)

PuzzleJune 2021, Week Four: Mind (School, Bond)

“Aren’t you hungry, Yuugi?”

The aforementioned boy startles, almost dropping his spoon into his soup. He looks at his grandpa and blinks.

“Uh, yeah, not really. Sorry.”

“Thought so,” Sugoroku nods and drinks his remaining broth straight from the bowl. “Give the rest to me.”

Yuugi blinks at him again, almost owlishly, and lifts his bowl with stiff arms to hand it over to the old man.

Sugoroku doesn’t waste any time and goes for the soup as soon as it’s in front of him. Yuugi smiles at him, amused, and stands up. He gathers up his spoon and glass and brings them to the sink.

“Thanks for the food,” he calls out as he leaves the kitchen. Sugoroku answers him with a grunt, probably already immersed in his crossword now that there’s no one else at the table.

Yuugi walks the stairs to his room slowly, silently thanking his grandfather for not making a fuss about his suddenly disappeared appetite. It’s been a quiet day but he feels tired and he’s kept zoning out. He blames it on the blistering heat of late summer but even to him, it sounds like a lie – the real reason is that he misses Atem.

He doesn’t bother closing the door of his room behind him and goes straight for the bed, falling onto it face first. It’s stupid, I know, he thinks and lifts his head enough to be able to tilt it to the side so he’s not smothered by the plush bedspread. He’ll be back soon.

Jounouchi had come to the house early that morning and asked to borrow Atem. He had reasoned that because school would start again in a week, he wanted to spend at least one day together with just Atem, doing whatever. Atem didn’t have to enrol, after all, so they won’t be able to hang out that much anymore after the classes start.

Yuugi understood him, of course – he will see Atem every day even if there’s a lot of homework, but the others don’t have that privilege. He had even joked that why aren’t their other friends waiting in line to get a turn, too, flustering Atem and making Jounouchi guffaw.

In all honesty, he’s really happy that Jounouchi would take the time to spend a whole day with Atem. They’d been going out as a group a lot after the first week and a half of Atem living (actually living) with Yuugi and while having all of their friends to hang out with is so much fun, Yuugi treasures time spent one-on-one.

It doesn’t change the fact that after being glued to Atem’s side for so long, Yuugi finds himself lost without him. His mind feels like candy floss, fluttery and sticky, and he can’t concentrate. He had tried to go through his deck in order to decide if it’s good enough (he and Atem need their own decks now, after all, so most of it is brand new) but couldn’t get past the first couple of cards. After that hadn't worked, he tried a few different games that he could play by himself but got no enjoyment from them. He’d just been going through the motions and realising that, he had decided to go down to help his grandpa at the shop for the rest of the day.

It’s not healthy to be so attached, he knows, and they really need to work on that – Yuugi is sure that Atem is fine with Jounouchi, but what about when they need to go to school and Atem stays home? He’d like to believe that the pharaoh will be much better off by himself than Yuugi is, but that is doubtful. They’ll have to have yet another talk soon – preferably today.

Yuugi bites his lip and sighs. There really is no coming back from the kind of bond that they’ve shared – through mind, heart and body – and Yuugi doesn’t want to imagine the pain that Atem’s departure to Afterlife would have caused when a simple day spent apart makes him unravel at the seams. Also, this train of thought could bring him to a place he most definitely doesn’t want to go now so to distract himself he turns onto his back and fumbles blindly to his left to grab the book he had left on the bed earlier that day.

- 

The sound of rustling wakes him an undetermined time later. He opens his eyes slowly, groggy enough to feel like he should just go back to sleep, but when he glances at the clock on his desk his stomach flips and he shoots up from the bed – the book he had attempted to read falling on the floor with a bang – and startles Atem who had been digging through a grocery bag.

“Ah! Yuugi!” he yelps and almost falls onto his butt from his crouched position on the other side of the desk. Thankfully he doesn’t send any of his purchases flying as he stabilises himself by quickly planting his other hand on the floor.

“Sorry!” Yuugi apologises quickly, his heart still racing. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep and he most definitely didn’t mean to sleep that late. It’s already seven in the evening, meaning that Yuugi had snoozed away for three hours. But – it also means that Atem is back, as evidenced by the boy currently looking up at him with concern written all over his face.

“I didn’t mean to wake you –” he starts but Yuugi silences him by shaking his head.

“No, I shouldn’t have slept in the first place. Really, I should thank you,” he says and pauses, then just looks at Atem. An unprompted smile makes its way onto his face. “Welcome home.”

There’s wonder in the pharaoh’s eyes and after a moment of silence, he returns the smile with such warmth it can almost be felt. “I’m home,” he replies, and Yuugi smiles wider.

He really is.

-

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?”

“Aibou, please,” Atem laughs and holds Yuugi’s face between his hands, squishing his cheeks. Jounouchi chortles from somewhere behind him and Yuugi frowns in his direction but doesn’t move away from Atem or try to pry his hands off of his face.

“But I worry,” he says, looking rightfully pouty as he shifts his gaze back to his partner. Atem laughs more and releases his face, patting his other cheek before crossing his arms.

“I’ll walk back home, help grandpa open up the shop and then it’s smooth sailing from there. You don’t have to worry,” he smiles at the still pouting teen in front of him. “I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, and the day’s done sooner than you realise.”

“Yeah, Yuugi,” Jounouchi cuts in with a grin and drapes an arm around Atem’s shoulders. “Atem knows his way around the shop and we’re all here to take care of you. No sweat.”

“Honestly,” Anzu smiles and swiftly elbows Honda in the ribs before he can interrupt her. “We know it’s hard on you both but it’s just like ripping off a bandaid, right? It stings at first but it doesn’t last forever and even before you realise, you’ve forgotten all about it.”

“Y-yeah,” Honda says, rubbing his side, “what they said. We’ll be here, Yuugi.”

Yuugi stares at his friends, feeling his cheeks warming. How in the world did he get so lucky?

“T-thanks,” he mutters but can’t help smiling in the end. “You guys are great.”

“Hell yeah we are!” Jounouchi exclaims and does finger guns at him, his other arm still on Atem’s shoulders. Atem laughs but his eyes are soft when he looks at Yuugi.

“Go on, then. The gates are about to close, aren’t they?”

“Oh, shit!” Honda and Jounouchi yelp at the same time and the latter releases his hold on Atem. He ruffles the spiky-haired head before taking off after his best friend. “Stay crispy!” he shouts over his shoulder at Atem.

Anzu shakes her head, frowning. “These guys are too much. You don’t have to run yet!” she tries yelling after them but the duo is already too far ahead. She sighs but when she turns to Yuugi and tilts her head to the side, her eyes are twinkling.

“I should go after them. I trust you’ll be right behind, okay?”

And she winks. Yuugi flushes pink but before he can say anything, she’s already jogging off. There’s a chuckle next to him and he looks at the pharaoh who seems much too happy.

“That wasn’t fair,” Yuugi grumbles and that only makes Atem laugh harder.

“You’ve got amazing friends,” he says when he’s calmed down. Yuugi bristles at him but the pink on his cheeks takes away from his attempted glare. Just a little bit.

“They’re your friends too!” he reminds him and that makes Atem sober up. His voice is surprisingly quiet when he talks.

“They really are,” he says and smiles in that gentle way he's been doing a lot lately. Yuugi softens at his expression and they take a moment to just look at each other, wondering, smiling. There’s so much to be happy about, they both realise at the same time, and Yuugi takes Atem’s hand.

“I know you’ll be alright. I’m, just, I’m – I’m going to miss you.”

Atem smiles at him and squeezes his hand. “I’ll miss you too, Yuugi.”

It makes Yuugi’s smile widen and he chuckles. Of course he knew it but it feels good to hear it said out loud. He’s sure it’s the same for Atem.

“Well, I guess I should be going. Take care,” he says and without pause, kisses Atem on the cheek. “See you after school!” he grins and with one final squeeze, lets go of Atem’s hand and turns around to run after his friends. His chest is buzzing and he smiles the whole way to the building.

Atem is left standing at the curb, eyes wide, face red. He lifts his hand to touch his cheek and the skin there feels electric, as if that simple touch of lips had awakened a new sense that had been completely dormant until now. That feeling spreads across his skin, reaching the top of his head and the very tips of his toes and it’s so, so warm.

It feels really nice. Atem breaks out into a grin that matches Yuugi’s earlier one and turns around to leave, his hand staying on his cheek. He must look smitten as anything but he doesn’t care. He’s happy, so why not show it to the world?

As soon as he takes the first step, he almost collides with Ryou who had come running around the corner.

“Oh! Sorry, Atem. I overslept!” the white-haired boy exclaims and stops to give a quick pat to Atem’s shoulder. “Have a good day at the shop. I’ll come to visit if I can, after school!”

He grins and waves and dashes through the school gates before Atem can wade through the fluttery mess that is his mind for a greeting. He’s still reeling but Bakura didn't seem to mind his silence so it’s probably alright.

-

The walk back home doesn’t feel lonely in the least. After all, his partner is always with him, even when they’re apart. Hearts are wonderful like that.

And that, if something, is worth smiling for.

[farfromharry]

hiii can you do more stepdad tom🥺

summary: tom and your daughter are finally getting along

stepdad!tom x mum!reader

w/c 760

- clearing out my inbox, requests are closed -

you often had late shifts at work that meant you were used to arriving home to a quiet house. normally by the time you got home, scarlett was already asleep in bed and tom was drifting off on the couch trying his best to wait up for you.

scarlett was yet to warm up to the man you were dating completely. they had their moments together, often when she was sleepy and didn’t have to energy to argue with him, but most of the time she was set on the idea that tom wasn’t her dad and he wouldn’t ever be.

today for some reason was very different though, you entered the house to an unfamiliar loud echo of laughter. giggles coming from your four year old and loud off-key singing from your boyfriend.

you placed your stuff down on the counter before making your way to the living room to see what all the laughing was about.

the sight in front of you made your heart completely melt, your little girl settled in tom’s arms, the man swaying the giggling girl around.

one of her arms was around his neck while her other had her fingers linked in his much larger ones.

he was singing along to the disney song playing through his phone speaker, practically gliding around the room with the toddler in his arms as if the pair were dancing in a ballroom. she was almost screeching with laughter, so loud you weren’t sure how she wasn’t deafening your boyfriend, but it was making him smile so wide that it was probably worth it.

the song soon came to an end, a chorus of ‘again, again’ coming from your little girl.

“no angel, we said that was the last one.” she pouted her lips at him, making that face that she knew he couldn’t resist. tom was a complete sucker for his girls, even when scarlett was having one of her moods. “got to get you to bed before your mum comes home.”

you were leaning against the doorway with a smile on your face, mentally debating whether you wanted to tell them that it was too late.

“but, she won’t be mad,” she whined, laying her head on his shoulder. you knew your bub like the back of your hand and you could tell she was getting tired, but she was just having too much fun to let it end.

“come on.” he placed a kiss to her head, still not noticing you as he led her up the stairs to her room.

»»——⍟——««

tom had been working today, having countless interviews and meetings he had to attend for his latest movie, so scarlett had spent the day at her dads until he could come home.

the house, more specifically the kitchen, had become a mess after scarlett got home, tom having to cook for her after finding out her dad hadn’t.

between dinner and entertaining the toddler for the rest of the night, he hadn’t gotten anytime to actually clean up a little bit before you got home, so now he had that to do in such a short span of time .

he glanced at the clock on the wall, furrowing his eyebrows at the fact that you still weren’t home, little did he know you were actually changing into your pyjamas for the night in your room. you’d snuck upstairs while he’d been tucking lettie in.

“hi there,” you said, startling the man slightly as he wiped down the counter.

“hey, how long have you been home?”

“a little while,” you confirmed, watching his face fall slightly. the corners of your lips twitched into a grin, teasing that you knew your bub had been out of bed past her bedtime. “so, did you have fun?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he laughed nervously, glancing over his shoulder to check that you weren’t mad.

“if i say no will you be less mad at me?” he asked. you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before moving back away from his body.

“‘m not mad, you really looked like you were bonding.”

a grin broke out on his face, tom turning around so he could properly face you for the first time the early morning of that same day. your arms snaked around his neck, one of your hands threading into the bottom of his messy curls.

“think she’s really starting to like me,” he mumbled, planting his hands on your waist affectionately.

“good, cause i already really like you.”

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[lunar-wandering]

“this house is a frickin’ nightmare”

so i. decided to write something for the ��Sitcom’ AU, which is basically just the concept that post-canon, everyone lives in the same house.... its Fun.

Word Count: 2.7k

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"Monkey King, get down from the fridge."

"No."

This exchange is what drew MK's attention to the fact that something was happening in the kitchen.

In MK's opinion, it was far too early for something to be happening in the kitchen.

"Wukong, I swear, if you don't get down from there-"

"What- you gonna stab me? Pigsy, you know full well that method is ineffective."

"What is going on?" MK asked, entering the kitchen and, well, seeing exactly what he had expected; Wukong crouched on top of the fridge, staring down at Pigsy, who was glaring up at him.

Still though. Just because he'd expected to see it didn't explain why it was happening.

"Oh hey, kid." Wukong said, taking notice of him. "Everything's fine, you can go back to your room, breakfast will be ready soon."

"It would be done already if you hadn't burned it." Pigsy said, gesturing to the charred remains of what supposedly had been breakfast. "Seriously, can't you follow simple instructions?? Now we've gotta start all over."

"It's not my fault I'm a visual learner." Wukong said, his tail swinging back and forth.

"It was three steps-"

"What's going on?"

MK barely kept himself from startling at the new voice behind him, turning around to see a very tired looking Red Son.

"Breakfast burned." MK said, catching Red Son up on the situation. Red Son hummed in contemplation, walking into the kitchen, picking up a piece of the unrecognizable charred food, and, ignoring the other's growing horror, he ate it.

"...Tastes fine to me." He said, going so far as to grab and nibble on another piece as he turned and left, presumably heading back to his room. The remaining three watched him go in shocked silence.

"....This house is a frickin' nightmare." Wukong deadpanned. Pigsy nodded in agreement.

"Aptly put. Now get off of the fridge."

"No."

MK decided to go back to bed.

-

It was commonly known, within the household, that somehow, Tang and Wukong continuously managed to get out of doing their fair share of the chores. No one was quite sure how they did it, as the two of them kept coming up with new methods every day.

Today's method was..... interesting, to say the least.

Somehow, someway, they had managed to remove their names from the Chore Roulette Wheel, without leaving any trace that their names had ever even been there. Which was, in fact, rather impressive, considering that the roulette wheel was literally a giant wooden roulette wheel, built by Sandy, and there were no empty spaces were their names used to be, they were just. Gone.

To be honest, MK would've never noticed if Mei hadn't pointed it out.

Now, there was a house-wide search for the two chore-shirkers.

"Found 'em yet?" MK yelled down the stairs into the basement. A few seconds passed, then a unanimous call of "No!" came. MK sighed. If the Spider-gang couldn't find Tang and Wukong down there, then they probably weren't there. (.....Probably. Wukong did have a lot of tricks up his sleeves, and MK didn't put it pass his mentor to use them for something like this.)

That checked off the majority of the house.... which only left-

An enraged scream (courtesy of Mei) from upstairs confirmed what MK had concluded.

They were on the roof.

MK rushed to the stairs, running up them-

Only to pause as he heard a yelp, and a flash of gold fell past the window, followed by a loud thud. MK leaned on the windowsill to look outside, just in time to see Tang fall past it. Wukong, a few branches and grass in his fur from his rough landing, summoned his cloud to catch Tang, before zooming away.

As MK would later find out, in the haste to escape Mei's wrath, Tang had actually pushed Wukong off the roof. Wukong, in return, had unceremoniously dropped Tang on the ground the first chance he got.

Both of their names were back on the roulette wheel by the next morning.

....They still managed to get out of doing their chores though.

-

"Oh, hey Macaque." MK mumbled, tiredly rubbing his eyes, and Macaque, mid-way through stealing a snack out of the fridge, froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh.....hey, bud." He said, slowly closing the fridge door, glancing at MK, who was obviously very tired, then looking at the clock on the wall.

2:43 AM. Okay, he could work with this.

"What are you doing up so late?" Macaque asked, leaning casually against the fridge in an attempt to hide his nervousness. If MK had been more awake, he would've noticed and called him out on it, but as it was....

"Just woke up.... wanted to get a snack." MK said, and Macaque quickly opened a nearby cupboard.

"Here, have this." He said, putting a cookie in MK's hands, before grabbing him by the shoulders, turning him around, and gently shoving him back towards his room. "Now go back to bed."

"G'night, Macaque." MK said, nibbling on his cookie.

"Goodnight, MK." Macaque sighed, waiting until he heard MK's bedroom door click closed again before melting back into the shadows.

The next morning, MK thought he had dreamt the whole thing. After all, Macaque had vehemently denied the invitation to live in the house with everyone else, surely if he had changed his mind and started to live with them, someone would've noticed.

....Right?

-

"Monkey King?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you always sleep on the roof?" Red Son asked, "I mean, you do have a room after all, why don't you use it?"

"I just like watching the stars." Wukong said, reclining on his cloud. Suddenly, Mei and MK also appeared beside Red Son, with their arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

"You told me that beds were uncomfortable." Mei said.

"And you told me that you liked the breeze." MK added. Wukong's tail bristled a little, but he still didn't look over at them.

"Well, I mean, all of those are true." Wukong said, "Figured I would just... switch my answers up from time to time, keep things entertaining you know?"

"That doesn't explain why you slept out there in the pouring rain." Mei said, "In fact, the only time we've seen you sleep inside is when we have blanket fort night."

"...The rain was nice?" Wukong said, sounding uncertain. The trio narrowed their eyes.

"Is there something wrong with your room?" Red Son asked, and Wukong flinched.

"No." He said, finally sitting up and looking at them. "Really, my room's perfectly fine, I don't know where you're getting the idea that something's wrong-"

"You're doing that nervous smile again." MK said, and Wukong slammed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide what the trio had already seen.

There was a moment of silence, and in that moment, each member of the traffic light trio came to a shared conclusion.

No matter the cost, they would get into Wukong's room.

Almost as though they had actually planned it, the trio took off towards the staircase, ignoring Wukong's yells for them to stop. Hurriedly, Wukong summoned two clones, then rushed after the trio.

Red on got caught on the stairs, the clone grabbing hold of the edge of his coat and dragging him down. It wouldn't be able to hold him for long of course, his fire could quickly burn the clone away, but it would still manage to slow him down.

Mei was captured in the hallway, the clone pushing off the wall to tackle her, accidentally knocking her right into Yin and Jin's room, pining her to the ground as the twins yelped in shock.

...Which just left MK.

Having trained with the Monkey King, MK found himself easily dodging Wukong's attempts to catch him. Slightly out of breath, he skidded to a stop in front of Wukong's door, turned the knob, and opened it.

"I don't really see what the problem is, the room looks fine to me-" MK said, stepping into the room.

"Kid, wait-" Wukong started to say, but it was too late.

MK tripped, tumbling into the room, dispelling the illusion Wukong had carefully crafted and placed over it.

Wukong's room was a mess, to put things lightly. There was stuff everywhere- books, clothes, antiques, food, you named it, it was probably there. It was to the point where there was no place to sleep, the bed being covered in stuff. Which, well, that explained the whole 'sleeping on the roof' thing, but still.

Wukong nervously shifted from foot to foot in the doorway. Red Son and Mei, who had succeeded in freeing themselves, as well as Yin and Jin, who had gotten curious from all the commotion, stared over Wukong's shoulders, taking in the state of the room.

MK sat there for a moment, looking at the mess (and sure, MK's room was messy too, but this-), before slowly turning around to look at his mentor, a serious expression on his face.

"Wukong." MK said, and Wukong stiffened, his nervous smile growing wider at the sound of MK saying his name instead of his title.

"...Yeah?" Wukong said, chuckling nervously as MK's look darkened.

"...I'm getting Sandy."

"Wait, no no no-"

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up Wukong's room, sorting through the piles upon piles of stuff.

Wukong, in a bout of spite, still slept on the roof anyways.

-

Yin and Jin stared in shock at the scene in front of them.

Everyone in the house knew that Wukong and Tang adamantly avoided doing their share of the chores. (The roof-pushing incident was still fresh in everyone's minds, after all).

So that's why seeing Wukong doing the laundry was very out of place.

"...What are you two staring at?" Wukong asked, snapping the twins out of their shocked reverie.

"It's just....weird to see you doing the laundry, that's all." Yin said, and that-

Well, surprisingly enough, that made Wukong actually pause.

"It is?" He asked, slowly setting the laundry basket down on the ground, subtly nudging it under a nearby table so that it was now out of view.

"Well, I mean, with how you and Mr. Tang utilize every method possible to avoid doing the chores, we never thought we'd actually see you doing one." Jin said.

"...I see." Wukong said, quietly. "Well, in that case. You two saw nothing."

"Wha-"

Not giving them a chance to respond, Wukong flashed a peace sign, then vanished, leaving the twins to sputter in disbelief.

(Later, Macaque returned to the laundry room to pick up the clothes he'd left behind.)

-

Syntax paused as he stared at the sight before him.

"...What is this?" He ased, drawing the attention of the occupants in the living room.

"A braid train!" MK replied, and honestly, that's what it was. MK sat on the floor, braiding Bai He's hair, Bai He braiding Red Son's, who was braiding Mei's hair. Mei pulled one hand out of Spider Queen's hair to give Syntax a little wave before returning to braiding the queen's hair. Spider Queen gently weaved Huntsman's hair into a braid that looked above professional level. Huntsman was twisted at an odd angle in order to put some braids in Sandy's beard. And Sandy carefully created some tiny braids in Wukong's fur."

"I....see." Syntax said, holding up his phone and taking a quick picture before any of the braid train participants could notice.

"Do you wanna join?" MK asked, "You can either braid my hair or get yours braided by Monkey King. Your choice."

Syntax took a moment to think about it.

He ended up braiding MK's hair.

-

There was someone in the shower.

Now, usually, this wouldn't be such a mind-boggling thing, but-

All of the house's occupants stared at the bathroom door in trepidation.

"You sure Wukong didn't just accidentally leave the shower on again?" Princess Iron Fan asked, prompting some indignant sputtering from Wukong, who was sitting on Demon Bull King's shoulder. MK shook his head in the negative.

"No, I'm sure I heard someone moving in there." He said, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you or Monkey King just use your true sight and get this whole mystery over with?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, we've already been waiting for like, 20 minutes." Yin said.

"They're in the shower." MK said, "I'm not just gonna invade their privacy like that, regardless of who they are."

The shower turned off, and everyone turned to stare at the door again, in silence. There was some rustling around, and then the door opened.

Macaque. It was Macaque. Who, upon realizing that literally the entire household was standing in front of him, froze.

And then immediately tried to turn and run.

"Oh no you don't." Wukong said, jumping off of Demon Bull King's shoulder, and outright tackling the other monkey to the ground. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I live here?" Macaque said, sitting up and shoving Wukong off of him.

"You turned down the invitation to come and live with us though...." Wukong said, slowly standing back up. ".....How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Everyone went into various states of shock.

"How could we not have noticed you?" MK asked.

"You- you did notice me though." Macaque said, "Like, we had a whole conversation in the kitchen at around 3 AM."

"You think I remember what happens at 3 am?!" MK said, holding his head in his hands, and Red Son comfortingly patted him on the back.

"What happens at 3 AM stays at 3 AM." Red Son said, sounding like he was saying some ancient wisdom despite the actual sentence being utter nonsense. Yin and Jin snapped their fingers as a look of realization appeared on their faces. 

"That's why we saw Wukong doing the laundry the other day." Yin said, "It was Macaque in disguise!"

"....Yeah, I figured you'd notice if I didn't do some chores, just to clean up after myself." Macaque sighed, and Pigsy turned to glare at Wukong and Tang.

"See? Even the ex-villain does more chores than you two." He said, and Wukong and Tang purposefully looked away, whistling innocently.

"Wait." Mei said, "If you've been here for two weeks, and we haven't seen you use any of the bedrooms... then where have you been sleeping?"

As it turned out, Macaque had been spending his nights in the storage closet, curled up in the darkest corner of the room with nothing other than a blanket and a small pillow. The others, of course, deemed this as unacceptable, and pretty much near shoved him into one of the leftover bed rooms.

...Which he didn't even end up using that night, as it ended up being a night where everyone ended up falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere.

The next morning, Macaque wasn't there when the others woke up, and there was a brief moment of panic over the monkey's whereabouts-

And then said monkey walked back into the room, using the shadows to help him carry some trays with breakfast on it.

He paused when he registered that everyone was staring at him.

"....What?" He asked, "I woke up first, that means I had breakfast duty, right?"

"I mean.....yeah." MK said, graciously accepting his plate of food. "But, to be honest. I kinda expected you to burn it like Monkey King did."

"Hey, I did that on purpose. For Red Son." Wukong said, "Cause, y'know. He likes charred food. Apparently."

"You did not do that on purpose and we all know it." Pigsy said, "You were just as unaware of Red Son's dietary habits as the rest of us."

"...I literally just woke up and I'm kinda feeling attacked." Red Son mumbled, sitting up. "Should I feel like I'm being attacked?"

"No, you're fine, we're just calling out Wukong again." Spider Queen whispered to him, and Red Son hummed before rolling back over, clearly intending on getting a few more minutes of rest despite the argument starting to occur in the room. Macaque, for his part, remained standing frozen, with MK standing beside him, nibbling at the food on his plate.

"....Should I be concerned about this?" Macaque asked, staring at the fight taking place. MK shrugged.

"Nah." He said, "This is just the same shit as always."

[hyetiny]

c// fem!reader, sex worker hongjoong, detective reader, mentions of murder and crime, bratty hongjoong, joong small cock <3, humiliation kink, oral (f receiving), degradation (use of slut), dumbification, yay for protected sex

you weren’t at all fond of the dingy, dim hotel you found yourself in front of - it smelled of damp decay, and had only one flickering light in front of the entrance. nonetheless, it was essential to be here for the case.

you never enjoyed working homicides, having to look into the depraved faces of killers as they more often than not showed no remorse. with a sigh and a silent prayer, you walk into the motel.

when you show him your badge, the person working the register wordlessly handed you a key with “room 117″ messily scribbled onto it. the climb up four flights of stairs isn’t fun, but finally you unlock the door hastily, wanting to get this over and done with.

as expected, there on the bed is a rather stunning young man. he has sharp yet youthful features, heavy makeup and is only wearing a robe. it’s obvious he has nothing on underneath it. you don’t miss the “do me” eyes that cross his eyes when you enter the room - it’s all an act, you think.

“you can put the money on the table.” he says after a short silence.

“100 for the hour?” he nods. you rummage around your pocket, putting said amount on the table next to you. if you landed a conviction, you’d be getting the money back anyway.

“you can keep your robe on.” you say, getting seated on the bed a safe distance away from him.

a smirk crosses his face. “oh, you want to play with me a little bit first?” his voice changes drastically - it’s more seductive.

you shake your head. “that’s not why i’m here. last night a man was killed, and if my sources are correct, you’re the last person he saw.”

the man pauses, looking at you as though waiting for you to continue.

“i need to you to tell me everything that happened last night.” you state.

he pauses again. “alright.”

“your full name, please?”

“kim hongjoong.”

“okay hongjoong, so what happened when you met up with mr lee last night?”

hongjoong sighs. “well he paid for three hours. he was married, so he paid me extra to stay quiet about it. he was actually really good at sex, he had me in at least five different positions and his cock was massi-”

“relevant details only, please.” you shudder. 

hongjoong rolls his eyes. “anyway, he told me he had somewhere to be after, so he wanted to relieve some stress before he went.” you jot down the important detail. 

“did he tell you where?”

“he said it was an important meeting at a club down the street.”

you nod. “thank you, hongjoong. we’ll be in contact if we need anything else.”

you start to get up, but he clears his throat. “you paid for the full hour. why don’t you use up the time instead of wasting your money?” 

you raise an eyebrow. naturally you assumed that he would want to keep the hour for himself. 

“i haven’t had any clients today so i’m feeling a little... pent up.” he continues. “and you look like you could use some stress relief.”

it catches you off guard. you curse yourself for thinking about it - he was right, you did technically have the next hour to do whatever you wanted until you had to get back.

without a word, you begin to unbutton your button up shirt.

“this is strictly casework, got it?” he nods, grinning like a child who just got a jar of candy.

“i’ll make it well worth your time, detective”. he whispers into your ear before nipping on it, catching you off guard.

you weren’t fond of his cocky attitude - it spurred a desire within you to put him in his place. 

“off.” you say, pulling at the fabric holding his robe together. he obeys, revealing the expanse of his tan skin, taking notice of every little mole, every little birthmark, every small scar that decorates his skin. but of course, what catches your attention is his hard cock, smaller than average and flushed pink at the tip.

“is this supposed to make me feel good?” you ask, wrapping a hand around the short length. to your amusement, your hand comes up more than is necessary when you jerk him off. it only adds to the humiliation.

“don’t judge before you try it, sweetheart.” he says, not affected by the snide comment at all. “besides, it’s not the only thing i can use to make you feel good.”

at this point you’re only stripped of your shirt, while hongjoong is stark naked. although he lets out pleasured moans, he pulls your hand off his cock and implores you to lay down. he scooches down on the bed, laying down on his tummy and to your surprise, hooks his hands around your panties underneath your pencil skirt. you gasp in surprise, feeling exposed now that he could see your wet pussy.

“hm, you’re a lot of talk for someone who’s already so wet for me.” he giggles. as though to accentuate his point, he runs a finger up your folds and brings it up to his lips.

“oh, you taste divine.” he whispers. “you’ll let me be greedy, right?”

with that, he pulls your skirt up your thighs and wastes no time in licking a stripe up your core, earning a loud moan. his lips suction around your clit, his tongue peeking out to repeatedly stimulate the bud. a finger comes up to tease your entrance.

“f-fuck, hongjoong-” you cry out, already feeling close to your high. “s-stop or i’ll-”

he takes mercy on you, pulling off when your legs start to shake around his head. 

“i should have gotten you to sit on my face, you have the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted.” he says. you roll your eyes, thinking he must say that to every single person he eats out.

looking at the ticking clock on the wall, you look him straight in the eye. “you have thirty minutes to fuck me until i forget my own name.”

it clearly affects him, because he gulps and nods. he rummages around the bedside table, pulling out a box of condoms and shaking the box until one falls out - clearly the last one in the box. he wastes no time in quickly putting it on before lining himself up with your entrance.

“any day now would be good.” you say angrily. it doesn’t slip your notice that he pushes into your core with more force than necessary.

“fuck, such a tight pussy. no one’s fucked you properly in a while, huh?” he growls into your ear. he’s right - you shouldn’t have judged him, because his cock still manages to fill you up perfectly. it only gets better when his hand meets your clit, and he immediately sets an aggressive pace, ramming into you and perfectly hitting your g-spot with the way his cock curves into it.

“holy shit, fuck joong!” a garbled mess of curses and hongjoong’s name is the only thing you can manage to get out as he only speeds up, letting out pretty, low moans of his own and speaking nothing but pure filth into you ear.

“gosh, you’re such a slut aren’t you? needing a good fuck while you’re on the job?” in your fucked out state of mind, you don’t bother to remember the fact that he was the one who asked for sex. instead you just blindly nod, agreeing with everything he says.

“oh, look at you going all dumb for me. are you gonna cum, my dumb little detective?” you nod again, your moans only getting higher the closer you get to your orgasm.

“i-i’m-” it’s the only warning he gets when your pussy spasms around him, your hips grinding against his harsh pace as you reach your high. it’s enough to spur his orgasm as well, a groan leaving his lips as he empties into the condom.

you both take a minute to catch your breaths before he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it and throwing it in the bin.

“so, do you feel any better?” he asks when you come back from using the bathroom.

“much better.” you smile, getting dressed and making your way to the door. “thanks, hongjoong.”

“hey.” he speaks up. “take the money back.”

you turn to face him, and shake your head. “think of it as a generous tip.”

a cute pout graces his lips. “i usually have to fake my moans and pretend to enjoy it, but you were really something else.” he says.

“in that case, we can meet up again to compensate.” you say with a smile, which he returns.

“i’d like that.” he replies. “i’ll see you around then, y/n.” and with that you leave, weak in the knees and your head filled with thoughts of the pretty blonde boy.

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[stressedoutcanary]

Family Matters - Batfamily x Reader

Summary: A surprise birthday party and Batfamily being chaotic.

“That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them”

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, lots of it, angst because I can’t help myself, Reader has got some parental issues. Hurt/Comfort.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I wanted some good dad Bruce content so I did it myself. Also I might have been influenced by a post I made a while back about Bruce and his children. I haven't used reader's pronouns anywhere so it's kinda gender neutral.

I don’t know where I was going with this, my imagines are often like a train derailed from its track but I think it’s fine. So Enjoy ;)  

•°•°•°•°

"Focus (Y/S/N), don't jump in in blind, assessing what action your opponent is about to undertake and countering it out before they can complete that action, this is the key lesson for you today", Batman's commanding voice echoed in the enclosed area of the batcave as he observed you attempting to roundhouse kick the boy in front of you. It was rather rashly executed with the hope of knocking him down which, for obvious reasons, only ended up with your leg connecting with nothing but thin air.

'Damn he is fast when he actually tries.'

"Easy for you to say Old Man! You aren't the one dancing with Mister Duckboy, the teen wonder over here!", you exclaimed, panting as your chest heaved from the exertion.

"Duckboy?!", Tim looked near scandalized as you grinned in return, stealing a glance towards the giggling crowd gathered near the stairs.

Everyone was already in the cave, it was a rare occurrence, it happened only when the issues of upmost importance were being discussed. Today was one of those days; The planning of Alfred Pennyworth's surprise birthday party.

However things usually went a lot less violent, this day every year. The sparring session this year was the result of you messing up, real bad while on patrol last night and since you were around the same age as Tim, he was found to be the most appropriate partner for it. The only drawback was that he had a staff in his hands while your weapons were confiscated, because in Bruce's words 'you rely on them too much'. You were already tired and Tim had a huge advantage over you, if you wanted to win this match you had to be quick and efficient at the same time.

Distracting Tim by your comment allowed you to have an opening, gathering all your strength you went in for a forward strike. Unfortunately he was more than ready to take you on, he crouched down, narrowly missing your punch then proceeded to swipe your legs off of the ground with his bo staff making you fall butt first on the floor.

"Congratulations you've managed to hurt both my ass and my ego, Timbers", You said laying back on the ground, hands and legs spread out and instead of helping you up, Tim joined you on the floor sitting next to you. You gave him a look that was equivalent to 'next time I get the chance, I am going to push you off a roof'.

"Your skills need improvement", Bruce said in his monotonous tone as you grunted knowing that a full ass lecture was gonna follow, but before he could get another word out, Jason chimed in with a statement no one ever expected to hear from him,"You know (Y/N), he's not wrong in fact I think the old man's actually got a point."

Jaws dropped to floor, Tim looked like he just saw a ghost, Dick who was standing near Barbara pinched himself to see whether he was dreaming or not, Damian snapped his neck up from where he was sharpening his katana, even Titus and Ace perked their heads up at the sudden silence that settled over the place. Barbara, Cass, Duke and Steph looked equally shocked.

"Before you all get any ideas, what I'm trying to say is you better pay attention because B over here won't be able to save your ass, 'cause if you slack off the next thing you know you would be in a warehouse with a maniac, getting blown to bits", Jason looked at Bruce with accusing eyes.

'And here I thought he was finally going to say something sensible', you thought to yourself as he continued,

"Take it from someone who has had that experience, you guys remember right? The fact that I--"

"Died, we know!!", everyone groaned at the same time and Bruce looked like he had to physically restrain himself from faceplaming.

"Okay! Guys how about we go ahead and do the thing we all actually came here to do instead of... whatever this conversation was", you suggested, getting up and patting the dust off your clothes.

"Well then someone has got to ask the important question here", Barbara looked around as she worded her sentence,"who is going to be the one to keep Alfred busy while we get everything ready?"

Once again the cave went silent. For a whole bunch of detectives, you all were very, very scared of Alfred, including Bruce even though he will never admit it, lying to The old-butler-cum-grandpa and making random excuses for the whole 3 hours was a thought dreadful enough to make all of you exchange petrified glances at each other hoping someone would step forward to do the job.

"I'll do it", dick raised his hand.

"NO!", everyone snapped and Dick's head tilted with a pout.

"You are good at doing a lot of stuff boy wonder, hiding things from Alfred isn't one of them", Barbara comforted Dick as Damian stepped up next.

"*tt* Since none of you imbeciles have the courage or the ability to do it. I shall be the one to handle Pennyworth. Gordon, Cain and Titus, I will require your assistance", Damian spoke or rather commanded as he went up the stairs, followed by the group he chose.

"Don't mess this up for us, you gremlin!"

"Tim!", you lightly jabbed him in the side with your elbow.

"Ow! What?"

"Be nice", you narrowed your eyes and he understood you were being serious.

"Fine I'll try, but don't blame me if he starts something", Tim shrugged carelessly. You shook your head and let out an audible sigh as you followed everyone else up towards the manor.

•°•°

"That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them", you eyed him worriedly.

"Oh come (Y/N) it'll be fine!", the cheerfulness in his voice made you cock an eyebrow at him from below. Duke slid in beside you.

"10 bucks says he will somehow fall within the next hour"

"Oh Duke you should know better, 20 says he'll fall within 30 minutes", you turned towards him with an evil smile.

"What are you both talking about down there?"

"NOTHING!", you both said in unison on which Dick gave you a confused look.

"Oh Hey look Steph needs my help with the cake so, see ya!", you quickly moved to the other side of the room checking in with Stephanie and Tim. She gave you a thumbs up to signal that everything was going according to plan and the place was almost ready. Everyone was laughing, bickering, having fun, it was all very rare and seeing it, a warm feeling spread throughout you.

You smiled to yourself for a moment but it faltered and a frown pulled up at your lips, a sorrowful thought crossed your mind, something you always kept buried deep down. Looking around and seeing as nobody needed your help at the moment you decided to slip out of the chaos, taking slow steps towards the patio to clear your head.

•°•°

Leaning against the railing you thought back to how you left your house this morning telling your mother that you are going to stay at your friend's place for a while and how she just waved her hand at that, not even questioning you anymore. Your mind was completely elsewhere, despite the awe-inspiring dense forest right in front of you, your eyes were lost in space.

You registered, a bit too late, the presence of someone standing beside you.

"It is a nice view, but something tells me that's not what brought to out here, away from everyone else"

"Careful there Brucie or people might think that you are actually capable of some emotions which happen include caring for people", you retorted back at him. It was always a sort of defense mechanism for you, whenever you felt exposed you countered it with snarky remark.

You closed your eyes hoping that Bruce would just walk away. But he didn't. He stayed there.

Bruce leaned on the railing beside you and waited. You took a deep breath, contemplating you next move carefully.

"...Look It's really silly so can we drop it?", you whispered wondering why in the world would Bruce of all people, care about your feelings.

"Talk to me (Y/N). I can tell when something is bothering you, I may not be your father, but you are my family.", unlike usual, his voice was gentle and genuine when he spoke to you.

"I am really not a fan of surprise birthdays", you stated, starting off vaguely.

"And why is that?"

"Because I...It's silly but this one time I spent a whole week working on a birthday gift for my mom, it was like a craft pop up box which had multiple photos of us together, I made that from scratch! everything in it I made that, I worked hard for it, I did it out of love but when I gave her that surprise gift you know what she said Bruce! She said that I wasted my time that she would've been much happier if I had focused on my studies, she never even once said that she liked it and I--", you looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill.

"I don't know Bruce, it-it just makes me feel sad you know? every little thing reminds me that my mother doesn’t seem to love me anymore. There is this constant thought in my mind that no one cares about me, about what I do for them and I don’t know what to do with a thought like that."

"That's not true, look around you kiddo, you are surrounded by people who would do anything for you, who love you from the bottom of their hearts", Bruce finally looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"That's the thing! I am not an orphan!", you blurted out and Bruce looked more confused than ever.

"I'm aware"

"No! No you are not. I am not one of those kids you picked up from somewhere, I don't live here, Like I am sure you people aren't even sane, hell! you all make up the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen! I don’t belong here, you people have no reason to care about", Bruce gave you a sideways look, slightly chuckling at your sudden description of the people in the manor.

"But I still love everyone, my mom, you, every dumbass inside the manor right now, no matter much pain they cause me and I don't get why", this time when he looked at you, you didn't look like the vigilante who sucker punched The Riddler in the face last night, you looked like a scared little kid who is lost.

Bruce stood up straight and wrapped you in a hug. Something you never expected to happen in a million years. The shocked settled in after a bit and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face in his chest.

"The people we love are still people at the end of the day. They act out, and sometimes they let us down, hurt us even, but that doesn't mean we stop loving them. For every bad memory, there will always be a good one that will get you through it. I promise you that (Y/N)", Bruce pulled away and gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile back, your face matching his.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne? because I don't recognize this man who is full of emotions and on top of that, is giving free hugs right now", you broke into a grin, making Bruce's face go back to the stoic version.

"If you tell anyone, I will deny it"

"Sure you will"

Suddenly a clattering sound came from the hall, alerting you both. This, however, was followed by a 'I'm okay!' By the one Dick Grayson, which in turn was followed by Duke's 'Oh no!'

"Any idea what that was about?", Bruce inquired raising an eyebrow as you burst out laughing.

"That, you big softie, was the sound of me getting my 20 dollars, now let's get back before they destroy everything."

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You and Bruce entered back into the hall, everyone was gathered around waiting for Damian and his group to signal the beloved butler's arrival. You stood next to Tim as Jason moved towards the switches to turn off the lights.

"Okay I'll bite why are you covered in frosting before the party even started?"

"Steph", Tim replied, too tired to elaborate, leaving you giggling.

Barbara, Cass and Damian rushed through the door, looking close to terrified, with Titus tagging along.

"He is here, HIDE!", Damian said quickly closing the doors.

After a few moments, the door creaked open and Alfred's voice came through, "Master Damian, you and I will have words for what you did to-- Oh my", he was stuck to his position at the door, too shocked to say anything more after looking at the decorations and bunch gathered around an enormous cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!", you all exclaimed with extreme excitement.

As the party went on you noticed that there was, in fact, a broken chandelier broomed to the side, later on there were a few not-at-all-safe stunts performed by the boys, some really bad puns made by Dick, all sorts of shenanigans by the others and cake, lots of cake. You looked around, everyone was busy doing something but now you knew Bruce was right:

You have one hell of a family, original, found or otherwise. And you love them all no matter what.

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