#let me tell you I screamed when I read this ask 👀

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hiiiii!!! I hope you have the greatest time at your vacation! I was wondering if I could request about Sukuna x Reader where the reader is sweet and kind towards everyone, including him. He thought she would be afraid of him and confuses him all day until he confronts her as he confesses his feelings to Reader.

You know I had to write my bbys request right away 🫶🤍 I hope you like it!

Sweet Affection

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: Until he met you, Sukuna never believed in something as worthless as love and affection. But when you treated him like no one ever did before, when you showed him what affection might look like, he tumbles...

Warnings: this is just pure fluff y'all, reader is a sunny sweetheart so of that's not for you don't read, Sukuna melts like butter in her hands hehe

What do we think about adding a real "name" for a one shot instead of a brief description? Let me know 👀🤍

The air is thick with tension as you step into the room. The oppressive aura of none other than Ryomen Sukuna would send most people running, but instead of allowing fear or negativity to take over, you walk in with the same gentle smile you usually wear. After all, it’s this smile that has kept you safe so far, that kept you from losing your mind to darkness - even when standing in front of the king of curses himself.

Sukuna eyes you with a mix of dislike and curiosity. He’s not used to someone like you, someone who isn’t trembling in his presence or desperately trying to escape his control. No, you approach him calmly while offering him a cup of tea as if he were just another regular person.

A cup of tea. Is he dreaming? What the hell are you thinking?

“Here, I made this for you,” you say softly, placing the cup in front of him.

Your voice is just as warm and soothing as your appearance, completely throwing him off. He’s used to the screams, the fear, the devotion that his very name commands. But you… you’re different.

You don’t even tremble, not the tiniest bit while placing the cup in front of him. And then you sit down opposite of him as if it was nothing, as if he couldn’t kill you with one minor movement of his pinky finger.

He doesn’t take the tea, just stares at it with narrowed eyes for a brief moment.

“What’s your game?” he finally growls, his deep voice reverberating through the room.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

You blink, tilting your head slightly as if the question puzzles you.

“Why would I be afraid of you? You haven’t given me a reason to be.”

Sukuna’s fingers twitch, the sharp claws extending slightly as if to remind you of exactly who he is.

“I’m a monster. These people are trying to hold me hostage. Your people,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

“I’ve killed more humans than you can imagine. I could kill you right now if I wanted to.”

“And yet, you haven’t. Even though I’m here to make sure you don’t escape,” you reply simply, your eyes meeting his without a trace of fear.

“You could have done it a thousand times by now, but you didn’t. That tells me there’s more to you than just the monster everyone else sees or that you pretend to be.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. Your words unsettle him, digging into parts of him he thought were long buried. He’s silent for a long moment, just watching you as you take a sip out of your own cup, eyes darting around the room in visible comfort.

“Why are you so kind? Why do you act like this?” he asks suddenly, his voice quieter this time, almost as if he’s asking himself more than you.

You smile softly, a small, genuine smile that somehow manages to light up the room despite the dark presence looming within it.

“I believe everyone deserves kindness,” you say, your eyes sincere.

“Even you, Sukuna. Or maybe especially you.”

His heart lurches in his chest, a foreign sensation he hasn’t felt in centuries. It irritates him how easily you disarm him, how your sweet nature pierces through the layers of hatred and darkness that have consumed him for so long. It baffles him, makes him feel things he hasn’t allowed himself to feel in so long.

But what angers him the most is the realization that he cares about your opinion of him. That suddenly, he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster. Not you with that glowy hair and remarkable eyes. Not you, who is the first one who actually dares to sit opposite of him, who doesn’t seem afraid of him the slightest. What do you see in him while looking up through your doe eyes and long lashes? What lingers through your mind while smiling at him oh so gently? You simply sit there, take a sip of tea from time to time and smile.

“You know I won’t stay here forever. It’s way too easy for me to escape”, he finally blurts out.

“I know you will. But until you do, I will enjoy my time drinking tea with you.”

He furrows his eyebrows, mind racing back and forth. What nonsense are you talking?

“I’m not that Itadori brat, foolish human.”

“I am very aware of that”, you reply simply.

This goes too far already, he can’t waste another precious minute sitting opposite of you while drinking tea when this might be the last change in a long time for him to take over that brat’s body. With a swift motion he stands up.

Sukuna allows himself one last glance at your soft features, the way you hold your cup so delicately. Then he’s gone.

Months pass with this strange tension lingering between you. Those past weeks, he finds himself over and over at your doorstep. Out of habit, he grabs every chance he gets out of trance to see you again.

You? You continue to treat him with the same kindness, offering him food, asking him about his day, even making casual conversation as if he were any other person.

And Sukuna… he finds himself wanting to respond, wanting to let down his guard, if only for a brief moment.

It’s maddening. He spends the entire time brooding, his thoughts swirling with questions he can’t answer. Why does he care? Why does your smile make his chest tighten? Why does he want to see it directed at him more and more? What is this urge to feel you close without the need to kill you? You, a jujutsu sorcerer from that cursed school, nothing but a weak human.

What is so special about you?

As night falls and he finds himself sitting on your couch again, he finally reaches his breaking point. You’re in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you prepare dinner, when he storms in, his presence like a thundercloud rolling through the room.

“Why?” he demands, his voice rough and almost desperate.

“Why are you like this with me? Why do you act like I’m not the monster I am?”

You turn to face him, your expression softening as you see the turmoil in his eyes. You take a step closer, and to his surprise, he doesn’t instinctively move back.

“Because I see more in you,” you say quietly.

“I see someone who’s been hurt, someone who’s lost so much that he’s forgotten how to be anything but cruel. But that doesn’t mean that’s all you are, Sukuna.”

Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. No one has ever spoken to him like this, ever seen him like this. And before he can stop himself, the truth comes tumbling out.

“I care about you,” he admits, the words rough and jagged like they’re being ripped from his very soul.

“And I hate it. I hate that you make me feel this way.”

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then a soft smile tugs at your lips.

“It’s okay to care, Sukuna. It doesn’t make you weak. It just makes you human.”

Human.

He stares at you, his mind racing. Those countless words of nonsense leaving your mouth, that stupid smile that never wipes off your face, your kindness. Are you actually that dumb? But all he can focus on is how close you are, how your presence soothes the chaos in his mind. Without thinking, he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

“You’re a fool. A foolish, kind-hearted human…” he murmurs, but there’s no heat in his words, only a strange, unfamiliar tenderness.

Before he can say anything more, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. Soft and tentative, but it’s enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

A firework seems to explode between both of you when he wraps his arms around your waist. Longingly, full of passion. You never allowed yourself to imagine this moment. Not when all you wanted to do was to support him, to show him that he doesn’t have to act the way he does. But this? This is more than you ever dreamed of.

Truth is, you fell for this man. Despite the stinging fact that he’s the complete opposite of you, despite all the horrible things he’s done. You can’t help but look up at him with nothing but affection glimmering in your eyes, with nothing but pure love filling your heart.

When you pull back, your eyes meet his, and for the first time in centuries, Sukuna feels something other than hatred and rage. He feels warmth. He feels… love.

And it terrifies him. Fuck, he isn’t supposed to feel this way. That feeling he always made fun of, rising up his chest because a random girl smiled at him?

But as he looks into your eyes, he realizes that maybe, just maybe, it’s worth it. Maybe it’s more than that, something worth exploring.

“I’ll destroy you,” he whispers, though the threat feels empty even to him.

You smile, leaning into his touch.

“I’ll take my chances.”

For the first time in his long, twisted existence, Sukuna doesn’t know what the future holds. But with you by his side, he thinks he might just be okay with that.

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[cherry-holmes]

REGRET

Part 1

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Credits of the gif on the image.

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Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

Part 2

[drvscarlett]

Sweet Nothings (3)

Carlos Sainz x Pageant Queen!Reader

Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain.

Sweet Nothings 1 2 3 4

A/N: this the second to the last chapter. The last chapter would be in story format and a lil bit of smau. Let me know what you folks think about this one.

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ChiliUpdates Media day duties for Carlos in Vegas today!

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User6 Never imagined we will be fighting for the WDC this year

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User8 Carlos is really a driven man, respect!

User10 Carlos are you getting excited to drive this weekend because someone is also here in vegas 👀

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QueenYNUpdates Her gown for the prelims and the swimsuit competition

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YNjpeg this is what we called the Ibong Adarna dress. It is inspired by a Filipino mythological bird that has the ability to enchant anyone who hears it sing. Furthermore, the Ibong Adarna is also a phoenix that regenerates and rises from the ashes. The dress is a symbol of resilience, rising and rebirth 🧡

Thank you for the team for making this amazing craftmanship.

User8 The lore behind her dress??? NO ONE CAN TOP HER ATTENTION TO DETAILS

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McLaren our 🧡👑

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CarlosY/NUpdates Carlos Sainz' face when someone showed him a photo of Y/N in her prelim gown.

User5 wtf,why did they have to show him that???

User1 right??? stop bringing her up. User3 Hi im the one that showed him that. I was watching miss universe while waiting for carlos to sign a cap. Carlos saw my screen and asked me if I could show him when Y/N is on the screen. He was in the middle of the interview when Y/N came up so I kind of screamed to show him. Im sorry if I made any trouble. User9 me reading this made me cry

User6 look at the man and tell me that he is not in love with her

User7 he never stopped loving her, thats my theory.

User8 Im gonna play Gracie Abrams all over again

User10 Carlos you might trick everyone but those eyes dont lie.

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ChiliUpdates Carlos Sainz wins the Las Vegas Grand Prix. He is now 4 points ahead of Max Verstappen and is currently P1 in the WDC.

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User2 THE NEXT FERRARI CHAMPION IS CARLOS. IM CALLING IT.

User3 Look at the pure glee on his face when he won. He deserves this so much

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CarlosY/NUpdates someone just saw Carlos outside the place for the Miss Universe!!!! They also reported Lando, Lewis, and Charles at the venue as well

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->Relationship Headcanons<-

Chuuya x Reader

This is the first time I write headcanons so it may not be very good.. Also English is not my first language, please keep that in mind while reading! Ty and enjoy♡

Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara

Note: GN!Reader

///SFW///

I imagine that after an eternity of denying his feelings, he angrily confessed to you without even realising he did😃

Like you'd be minding your own business and he just randomly comes to you screaming in your face about how he hates the fact that he loves you or something...

After that he will most likely lock himself in his office and regret his life decisions😕

But you will go to him and also confess your undying obsession love for him so it's all fine!

Anyways as for when you two start actually dating he would be such a lovely boyfriend♡

Very romantic for sure~

Like definitely buys you flowers 'cause why not?

He'd also spoil the hell out of you.

He works for the mafia after all so money isn't a problem for him😉

If you are taller than him please don't tease him!! (my man's only 5'3🤭)

After all he is still growing!

Lots of PDA.. that's all I'm gonna say

He enjoys taking you out to fancy dinners, but he also loves spending nights in, just watching TV and maybe drinking some wine with you~

You are the only person who can wear his hat and coat^-^

He secretly likes to see you in his clothing but you didn't hear that from me~

Chuuya is very good at cooking😌 so if you can't cook he will do it for you... he may even teach you if you want!

He also loves all the affection you give him!!

Even if you just hug or kiss him he will be melting in your hands literally

Being his usual self fucking tsundere he won't admit that he likes cuddling with you, but don't be fooled, he very much enjoys being spooned and loved by you!

Chuuya needs to be the little spoon! My boy deserves all the love you can give him!! (Just don't tell Dazai 'cause he won't stop bothering our chibi about it😔)

He's also secretly scared of hurting you with his ability, so he's super careful around you.

All in all he is such a softy with us🥺

Anyways.. let's get to the interesting stuff~~

///NSFW///

Let's be honest this boy is a fucking switch😤

So I imagine him as a soft dom and a braty sub (don't ask why though👀)

And he is definitely open to trying all your kinks you nasty whore😒

But who am I kidding I have no right to judge..

Anyways.. I bet he has a knife and bandage kink

I mean just imagine yourself all tied up with this small man on top of you!!

Or the other way around😏

He enjoy biting you.. (that's all I'm gonna say)

I personally think that he only dom's in two occasions..

First being if you had a rough day and he just wants to make you feel better~

Another reason for you to let him dom is when he is angry at something or someone.. yk to help him relieve stress (if he doesn't ask you to fuck him instead😉)

All the other times?

Oh this boy will be begging you to fuck him while explaining how he is still the one in control denial

I mean as a said earlier he is pretty much a tsundere so..

Because of that you'd have to be someone he really, really trusts for him to let you take control

But once you get his trust? Oh boy you are in for it I'm telling you😩😩

He is going to be such a brat and would love to push you to your limit~

But don't worry he is actually pretty easy to handle

Just pin him beneath you and he will shut up..

And if he doesn't just tug at his choker! What else would he wear it for!?

Oh boy do not forget that beautiful hair of his😍

It's just made for pulling~

PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK

Do I really need to say more??

Loud? Yes..

His moans are so incredibly loud like he doesn't hold back😩😫

Edging and overstimulation?

He loves hates it.. And will not tell you otherwise

But his favourite part is the aftercare~

Baby is so tired he needs your help!!

Take him to the bathroom and give him a nice warm bath (he deserves it for being such a good boy for you😖)

Loves it when you give him a lots of kisses and cuddles afterwards~

>>MORE OF MY WORKS<<

[sunlightmurdock]

Katie!!! 💗💗

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ SCREAMS dbf jake 👀👀 like i can just hear it in that smug, sexy voice of his 🫠

also the new theme is so cute, i love it!! 🧡

Krickett!! @sugarcoated-lame! Thank you! And yessssss I 100% see the vision. Like a lot of time with dbf!jake I talk about him resisting the urge a little bit, trying to be a good friend or whatever, but can you imagine that in this situation he’s the instigator?

He knows that reader has a crush on him, and he knows that her feelings are farrr from being sweet little girl next door feelings. He kept his distance for a while, and he really was just trying to be a nice guy by offering to let you hang out with him for the evening after your date bailed on you last minute.

But then, you’re in his place and you’re all dolled up for the date that you didn’t end up going on.

Somehow, you sweet talk him into teaching you his best poker skills. Looking at him through your lashes, all serious as you work on keeping a straight face over your cards. Each of you sipping on a couple of cold beers as the night goes on, him pretending like he doesn’t know you’re flirting with him.

“Alright, fine! — Let’s raise the stakes, if I win then…” You trail off, giddy and buzzed, “If I win then you have to pick me up from work for a week.”

There’s a different look in his eyes as he stares at you from across his coffee table, his poker face not only protecting his cards but also the fact that he can see right up that short skirt of yours.

“And if I win?” He murmurs, his voice deep and serious now.

Your eyes flash with excitement for just a second before you manage to compose yourself, shrugging like you’re innocent and oblivious.

“A— Well, anything that you want, I guess.” You answer him, flustered and suddenly veryyyy focused on your cards.

“Anything?” Jake asks, loving the way your eyes go wide when you steal another look at him. Loving, even more, the way you nod your head dumbly for him. He nods, silently accepting the terms and waiting for you to set your cards down. He already knows he’s got the better hand, you’ve got a tell.

You glance between him and the four of a kind that you had just set down. He knows, at this point, that you don’t even want to win. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head like he’s sorry as he sets down the straight flush on the table.

“Read ‘em and weep, princess.”

You press your teeth into your bottom lip, letting the silence settle between you for a second too long before you look up at him.

“So… what do you want?” You whisper, so quiet that he can practically hear your heart thudding.

His mouth twitches, his green eyes suddenly dark through the soft lighting of his dark wood accented living room. He studies you from across the table, taking his time in looking you over.

Then, he taps his finger against the empty beer bottle in front of him.

“Just another one of these. Thanks.”

Disappointment flashes instantly across your face. He just shot you down in flames. You close your mouth swiftly and mumble an embarrassed agreement, grabbing both of your empty bottles and rushing for his kitchen. Thinking so loudly that you don’t even hear him push himself up to follow you.

You slam the fridge door shut with a huff, almost dropping the two new beer bottles in your hands when you find him standing right there in front of you. He takes a step closer again, reaching up and curling his hands around the two bottles. You release them immediately into his grip, speechless as he sets them on the countertop behind you and lets his chest bump yours.

Silently, he lifts his hand and trails his knuckles across the apple of your cheek.

Your chest heaves, heartbeat thundering inside your ribcage.

“You can kiss me, you know.” He permits, dropping his hands and grabbing at your waist.

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

“Mhm,” Jake mumbles, letting his nose brush against your cheekbone. “You can have anything you want, honey.”

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞

☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 ☆

"I'm from the future"

♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪

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✶࿐ Summary : now, that you're in the past, can you able to make the future for better or for worse?

✶࿐ Word Count : honestly, no idea

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, reader is adjusting in the new environment, comedy, sci-fic, time travel, set in 1986, reader lives in 2024, toxic point of view of religion, slight panic attack, erm- not going to spoil anything but yeah 👀

✶࿐ What to Expect : fluff at the start.....angst at the end hehe

✶࿐ Note To Reader : I can't believe y'all enjoyed part one of this series! I seriously cannot wait for it all to lay it out here for you guys to read! 🥺🫶🏻✨

✶࿐ Author Note : reminder that this series is inspired from my favorite TV shows/films and I just simply incorporated them all together and of course, my touch to make it an original work of mine! so, this is very special to me! I hope y'all liked this one again 💗

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❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

A faint sound of "Madonna - Live To Tell" is playing through your walkman that is Chrissy kept holding onto it, she wrap her arms around herself, worry is still evident in her eyes

Eddie is sitting beside her as his knees bopping up and down as he twists his rings anxiously

After pacing in front of them for a while, you sat in front of them

You don't know what to say to them

You know they don't know what else to say too

After what just happened

You sigh as you try to muster up, "We need to call Dustin"

Eddie slowly raises his head up to look at you

"Henderson?" He asks in question

"Yes, we need to talk to him" you nod as you looked around for a telephone

Chrissy tries to give back your walkman but you stop her "You still need that, just keep it to yourself for a while"

She purses both of her lips as she softly mutters "Okay"

"Why do you want to talk to him and also how did you know him?"

"That's....a lot of explanation to tell"

All of you got startled from the sudden knock at the door and all of you got alerted looks from each other

Eddie is the one who stood up but you tell him to stay put as you slowly walk up to open the door

"Max?"

The red haired girl furrows her brows at you, "Who are you?"

Eddie ran up to your side, "Oh, hey, red"

She darts eyes at you and back to him as she let pushes herself in the way to get inside

She saw Chrissy who is now standing as she twiddles with her thumbs

She shakes her head in confusion "I heard screaming outside and uh...." She trails off and averted her eyes elsewhere

You know what she's trying to say, so, you tell her

"Max, I think they both have an idea of what's exactly is going on here"

She squints her eyes at you as she ignores your words, "Eddie, who is she?"

"I-" he got cut off

"How in the world she knows my name when I haven't even seen her around here before" she crossed both of her arms as she became guarded in your presence

"She saved me"

Max turns her back at you to look at Chrissy, "What?"

"She saved my life"

"From who?"

"Vecna"

"Can we not mention that name?" Eddie winces as he get the creeps just by hearing that name again

"Okay, you need to talk" Max stomps towards to Eddie and aimed her finger at him

"Why are you pointing at me when I also have no idea who she is!" He defends himself as he exaggeratedly gestures his hands and arms at you

"Before I get to start talking we must call Dustin first" you ignore their banter as you headed at the telephone

Eddie is dumbfounded that you knew his phone number and Max raised both of her eyebrows

Chrissy clears her throat as she approached them stealing their attention away from you

"I think I need you to fill you in about her" she says to Max who is now intrigued by you

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"So, you're telling me that she knew what you're seeing something while in a trance?" Max is trying to connect all of the puzzles together as she starts realizing a little bit that she gets the same symptoms that Chrissy has

"Yeah" she softly answers as she glanced at you and Eddie by the telephone

"And she knows how to prevent it?" Max gestures to you as she couldn't believe that you knew about....oh, she hopes that you're thinking the same thing as her since they've kept this as a secret

Chrissy nods as she deeply sighs as she leans backward in the couch

Max kept a serious face as she slowly processing the information that Chrissy told her

"He's not answering the phone" you sigh as you put back the phone on its place

"Of course, he doesn't, it's literally 9pm?" Max tries to reason with you as she points at the clock but you're not giving up

"We need to come over to his house" you start picking up your bag as you walk past to Eddie who is freaking out following you

"What? Are you crazy-" he exclaims but you cut him off with a deadpan stare

"Do you want my help or not?" You massage your forehead in annoyance as you raised both of your brows at him

Eddie looked behind him, where Chrissy and Max already stepped out to his trailer as he groans and start to get his van keys

He parked the van on the side of the road as all of you stare at Dustin's house, the living room is still has a light beam which means the TV is still on as it peaks through the window

"What now?" Max asks as she watches you step outside of the van, Chrissy kept her eyes on you

Eddie turns off the engine quickly as he jogs over to catch up with you

Before he asks you on what to do, you say "Throw rocks at Dustin's window" you whisper

"What- why me???" He whisper-shout as you picked up the small rocks and places them into his palm

"It's because when he sees you, he'll come by on an instant without hesitation"

You looked over at Eddie's van as you saw Max and Chrissy walking outside heading towards at you both

"Tell him to come over at their garage"

"Wait-"

Before he can say anything else, you're already with Max and Chrissy who are now entering Dustin's garage

He sighs as he starts throwing the small rocks into Dustin's window

"Isn't this trespassing?" Max questions you as Chrissy looked at you thinking the same thing

You halted for a second, but still continue to enter inside

"At times like this, we can't think about that now" you say as all of you succeeded stepping inside with discretion as you wait for them

Eddie throw 2 and 3 more small rocks at window as he curses under his breath

"Come on, Henderson, wake up, open the light" he muttered as he throws the last one

As if he can hear his words and it did turn on the lamp to his room as he can see the silhouette of his young friend walking towards the window

Dustin glanced at his digital clock as he grumbles, "It's almost 10pm, my god- if this is Mike, I'm gonna punch- what- Eddie?"

"Come over to your garage" he whispers as he kept his voice to minimum

"Wha-what are you doing-" he whispers back with a confusion sitting on his face

"Just come over to your garage" he said it with a stern demanding voice as he disappears in Dustin's line of sight

Dustin quickly removed his robe and starts wearing his long sleeve shirt as he quietly walked down the stairs but for some reason he stares at his walkie-talkie and grabs it before he leaves his room

He sees his mother asleep on the couch as the TV is still on as he carefully crosses the room behind her

When he enters at the garage, he is so extremely confused at the group of people that he is seeing right before his very eyes

Eddie, Chrissy, Max and.....you?

"I know this is a lot to take in but we don't have much time" you say as you walk closer to him

Dustin pulled his brows together at you as he looked at Eddie in question

His metalhead friend sighs, "I introduce you to the mysterious girl that I encountered earlier in the woods"

"Alright, Dustin's is here, now, tell us" Max voice is firm as she looked at you curiously

"Tell us what?" Dustin asks as he looks at everyone in the room

"She's not from around here" Chrissy told him as she awaits for your answer

"So, what- if she lives outside of Hawkins?" Eddie's face crumpled as he shakes his head aggressively

"Not like that exactly-" you got stopped when your phone rang as you start fishing out of your pocket

All of them jumped at the non-stop ringing sound on whatever that was and all of them looked everywhere where that is coming from

You open up your phone as you swiped down to your notifs

90+ unread messages

65+ missed calls from Veronica

As you start checking everything that is going on your phone, you forgot to look at the people in front of you who is now jaw dropped of what they just saw that you're holding in your hand

"Okay, so- uh- don't panic, that's just the sound.....of my phone" you close off your phone as you slowly raise your head and saw their shocked faces as you look at them bewildered

As they kept darting their eyes on you and to your phone

You flash them a tight-lipped smile as you finally declare

"I'm from the future"

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You told them everything from the very beginning on how you ended up stuck in here

But, you saved the other mishaps that happened before you got transported in this world

You really don't want to mention about your personal matters and well, if they ask what will happen next.... you don't want them to freak out and panic

"So, that's what brings you here?" Dustin points at the cassette tape that you're holding

"Yeah" you answer with your head hang low

"And you live in 2024?" Max leans closer to you as you could see the confusion swirling to her eyes

"How old are you?" Chrissy asks as she analyzes your features

"I'm only 20" you step back when they're invading your personal space but you can't help but to also understand their curiosity

"And your shirt?" Eddie gestures to your acid wash grayish nirvana long sleeve

You look down at your shirt, "Oh, they're a band from the 1990's, they're grunge era"

"What's grunge?" He piques interest as he asks again

"It's a music genre" you watch as Eddie eyes go big as he wants to learn more about the music in the future

You chuckle to yourself to his reaction, as much as you love music, there's only a few music artists that you adore today, you will always go back to the classics which where most of these kids that you are with, that's the era that they grew up

You know Eddie will be disappointed if he knew how horrible music today is

Music nowadays has lost its soul

"Do you have any siblings?" Dustin asks you again as you feel like you're being interviewed

"No, it's just me" you answer feeling tired to all of this

All of them are surrounding you and you feel overwhelmed from every question they asked

Before they can ask again and you know it will take longer than usual if you don't stop them

"Okay, guys, as much as I wanted to answer everything, y'all missing the point of why I've gathered all of you in here" you tiredly sigh as you lean your back against the wall

"Right, right" Eddie shakily runs his hair through his finger as he steps beside you which you got surprised by his sudden close to you but you brushed it off

Max nudges her head to Dustin and Chrissy to follow suit in the corner of the room

You glanced at the kids are still talking privately, you noticed that Eddie didn't stop being fidgety as you ask him politely

"You okay?"

"Hm?"

"I said if you're okay, you seem so tense"

He stares at you as he sees the genuine care in your eyes as he speaks the truth

"I-I don't know?" He sighs, "I feel uneasy ever since you told something about me in the woods"

Oh snap

You straighten yourself, "I'm sorry, that's why I just can't say outwardly of what will happen next"

He nods as he swallows the nervousness that is crawling back inside of him

"But you'll be okay, Eddie" you give him an endearing smile

A smile that is supposed to be foreign for him but it doesn't

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm here"

Your small talk with Eddie has cut off when Dustin runs to talk to you

"You know about the upside down?!?"

Eddie looks at him in confusion as he shoots his eyes back at you

You glanced at the metalhead and back at the kid who is trying to pick up the pieces together or else he will blow up anytime soon

Max who is standing beside Dustin who is anticipating the answer that will come out from your lips

"Yes"

You saw the way Max's eyebrows twitched and Dustin that you swore his body took a goddamn screenshot

He is really a expressive young boy just like Steve said when you attended one of his meetings about the dark side of Hawkins

"H-How?-" Dustin stutters as his mind goes to mush as you continue to explain

"Everybody in Hawkins knew about the upside down when an earthquake happened"

"What?" Max steps forward to you as all of them look at you in shock

"Many people thought it was just an earthquake but they were wrong when the upside down takes over at Hawkins" you shift in your stance as you feel the heavy weight eating you up at the next questions that you wanted to avoid

"Is it about to happen anytime soon?" Chrissy asks and you can't miss the hint of fear in her voice

You looked directly at Eddie and to Chrissy who is waiting for your answer as you break off the eye contact at them

"I-I would rather not say"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Max exclaims as she frowns at you

You walk out of the garage, your chest heaves as you try to breath out as you glanced over your shoulder

Dustin catches your discomfort as he tries to hold off Max who is tailing behind you

You can see the heated expression on the red-headed girl, you're really trying so hard not to crumble but Max is not helping

Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other, the color from your face is gone as it turns to pale

"That is so bullshit! You came here telling us that you're from the future and now you won't even tell us what's going to happen?!? What are you trying to protect?!?" She angrily shouts at you not even caring if some of the neighbors heard it

"Max, stop being so hostile-" Dustin tried to pull her away from you so she couldn't reach you but she snatches her arm away from Dustin's grip as he groaned, he gave you an apologetic look for a second as he continues to give you some space

Chrissy can sense that you're about to explode from the way your hands starts to shake as she nudges Eddie to check on you but it was too late

"Because I know somebody died!" You turn around to face them as you yell the words that you wanted to keep it to yourself

Max's face turns to worrisome into mere seconds as if she wasn't having it moments ago

Dustin's lips were apart as he looked over at Eddie who is now looking at him in concern as Chrissy eyes stings from the tears that forming in her lashline

"W-What" Max stumbles back as she couldn't comprehend of the words that you just said

"It's March 21 1986 today and if I wasn't here, somebody else would've been dead, okay?" You sniffle as you hiccuped in your own tears

"The case was so horrendous that it's still talked about after so many years later because t-they just won't believe that Vecna did it not someone else who is innocent"

Max is dumbfounded as she listens to you

"What do you mean?" Dustin genuinely asks as he takes in your shaken state

"Somebody else got involved it and they all blamed on that person"

"it's me, isn't it?" Chrissy's voice sounds so broken as you looked at her in worry

You slowly nod as she let her tears fall, even she is scared of this revelation she managed to give you a smile, "I know why you couldn't just tell us" she wipes the tears from her face with her fingers

"Because you we're afraid if things go backwards" she adds as she nods in understanding

You heard everyone audibly gasped to this as you let the words slip right through you, "I was petrified to say it to you, so, my apologies" you shakily swipe the tears rolling down from your cheeks

"Oh my god" Eddie places both of his hands on the sides of his mouth as he looked at you and Chrissy

"I think we got enough for tonight" Dustin clasps both of his hands together as he checked his watch, it is getting so late

"Wait, before you guys go, can we meet up again tomorrow?" You ask nicely as Dustin tugs up a smile on the sides of his lips

"Sure, you could have this" Dustin walks towards you to hand out the walkie-talkie but before you can protest, "Don't worry, I have another one in my room"

"Chrissy, please kept my walkman close to you and I think you shouldn't let anyone know about anything of this because-" you carefully explain it to her until she finishes the last sentences of your words

"No one will believe it, I know" she says as she nods

"I-I'm sorry" Max softly apologizes to you as she couldn't even look at you anymore

Who would've thought you could intimidate the Max Mayfield, when she was the fiercest member of the group? even at 2024 she never lost it, you learned about her personality and you know how serious she is when it's about her protecting her loved ones

Your eyes crinkle in empathy as you looked at her as you placed your palm on her shoulder, "I know and it's alright, I mean- who am I to be believed in right? I'm just a stranger to you that just pop out of the blue" making the young girl in front of you grew a smile on her face

"Not anymore to me" Chrissy speaks up which makes you chuckle in amusement

When everyone bid their goodbye's, you're harrowing at the thought of where you could stay in for the night

When you have absolutely nowhere to go home to since you're in another time

When Eddie gets back from the gasoline station to fill up the tank from his van, he sees you distressed as you try to mask it as if you were truly okay

"Do you have any place to stay?" He asks as he enters inside to sit on the driver's seat and closes the door as he kept his eyes on you

You stare at him and you see the mindfulness on his eyes as he patiently wait for your answer

"The truth is I don't know yet but I'll figure something out"

"I ain't gonna let you travel around Hawkins at this hour especially when that V-Man is at its height"

"V-man?"

"The guy from Chrissy's trance"

You looked at him in deadpan stare as he huffs at your face as he turns on the engine, "Welp, okay, that's a bad joke-" he starts to ramble as you finally let out the cackle that is building up inside of you

He doesn't know what it is, he knows that he only knew you earlier but somehow he feels sheltered around you

He even likes to bottle up the cutest laughter so he could treasure it forever

"Wow, I made you laugh" he says as he continues watching you as he nodding along at the same time as your laughter died down

"Not to boost up your ego but you really did" you giggle as you tuck your hair behind your ear

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"Milady" he dramatically bows to you as he opens the door for you letting you first inside

You chortled as you walked forward, "Oh"

"Oh? Is that a good "Oh" or a bad "Oh" he questions but not without the mischief on his eyes

Why does it feel natural to talk to him as if he only met you earlier? Your feelings never faltered whenever you stepped into their abandoned trailer, it's still the same whatever year it is

It feels like home

You smile as you shake your head at him, "Not a bad "Oh" you dork, I just feel....safe" you mindlessly admit it as you let your eyes roam across the room

You missed the way his eyes softens, "But pardon me for asking this, do you have a name?"

He laughs the way your eyes go big that you forgot yet again to mention your name, "It's Y/N"

"Y/N" he says your name as he nods to you

Fuck, your name sounds so good when you hear him saying it

"I'm going to get some clean blankets, so, we can both finally rest" he awkwardly almost fell down to the floor when he starts to walk backwards, sighing in relief that you didn't saw his mistake

"Okay" you say without looking at him but a amused smile is written on your lips as you got fascinated at the mug collection that is displayed on the shelf that sticks to the wall

That's where the melatonin in your brain takes you, the moment your eyes fell down to the couch

You yawn as tears begins to form in your waterline as you lay on the couch and literally passed out to a deep sleep that you can't even fight it anymore

"Thank god, I have another pair of.....clean toothbrush" he panicked slightly when he loses the sight of you but when he heard the soft snores, he clutches to his heart when he sees you laying down beautifully on his couch

Your hair is spread out elegantly, honest to god, he swore to himself that you look like an absolute princess despite the modern clothes that you're wearing

He catches himself smiling down at you and he thinks to himself "Stop being weird" he brushes at the thought that he thinks you're pretty

He carefully held your head and along with your body into a bridal style, if you're awake right now you will be absolutely loosing your marbles

The time when he's carrying you in his arms, he got himself staring at you again, you even snuggled closer to him as his cheeks burns to a deep red color to your sudden action as he gulped nervously

He had a few crushes here and there at school but they always took it down or just laugh on his face as he walks away in humiliation

But he had never

Ever had a girl in his trailer or even on his life this close

He took in a deep inhale through his nose as he softly muttered, "Get yourself together, Munson"

He left his bedroom door open as he kneels down to put you down on his bed as you immediately get comforted by the soft mattress

He curses himself out again when he noticed that he's smiling because of you, he unfolded the blanket that he was about to give it to you earlier, he tucks you in, you sigh in content

He looks at you for one last time, before he exits his room but the moment he steps away, you took his wrist making him startle, you're sleep talking

"He's not a bad person" your eyebrows furrow as if someone else is inside your mind

"Don't arrest him"

"Please, don't take him"

"He's innocent"

He listens to your pleas as he automatically rubs circles to your shoulder when he sees you crying in your sleep

His eyes went instantly large when he doesn't know what to do, making himself to be beside you on his bed as he sits up and brings you closer to him holding you tightly as he squeezes your hands for reassurance

"I'm here, Y/N" he wrap his arms around you when you couldn't stop calming down, you're shaking and murmuring every word that he doesn't understand but he doesn't care at this point

He wants you to be okay, he won't rest until you're stable enough to be asleep peacefully

When he saw your breathing steadily, he sighs as the sleep begins to cover him as well

He blinks so much to fight off the sleep to watch you if you're truly okay

"Don't leave me" it's the last thing you ever said, your voice sounds so small and broken as you hug him tight afraid that he might disappear

"I won't, Y/N" he says to you as he crashes out of slumber

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"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"It's for you"

Chrissy was about to climb up through the stairs heading towards her room and she nervously walk down through the telephone as she slowly raises the phone to her ear

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry to wake you up, I've been trying to call you since your cheerleading practice is over at 7pm right?"

"Y-Yeah"

"Where were you? Did you got home safely?"

"Yes, The girls wanted to extend it, so-"

"Oh, that's why your parents told me you got home late this evening"

"Yeah" she starts to chip off the leftover nail polish out of anxiety bubbling up to her senses as she wants to hang up

She knows even her own boyfriend won't believe her what happened tonight, even your words didn't left her mind not one bit

"Are you okay, Chrissy?" She flinches when she heard his voice in the telephone

She even feels guilty at this point of not telling the truth to him, but he does have flaws to fill up the void of what isn't enough, he doesn't even fulfill his duty to be her boyfriend

She knows that she will be judged if she open up to his boyfriend, it's like he always say to others "Just pray to God, you will be fine" she overheard from his basketball playmates at school, she knows at some situations that he is right at that but this?

This means something else, she wanted him to be there for at all times without judgement, she wants her to accept that sometimes all we needed is someone else to listen in our life that understands us that is willingly to listen whatever is clouding up to her brain without the thought of being ashamed for it

"Chrissy? Are you there?" He asks yet again snapping out her thoughts to his voice

"Huh? yeah, I'm still here" she swallows the lump on her throat as she exhales

"Listen, uh- I think I should go"

"Of course, baby, goodnight, I love you"

"I love you too"

After Jason hangs up the phone and places back where it belongs, one of his varsity friends comes over to him

"Man, you're not going to believe this" he is absolutely surprised to this scoop that he finds out from one of Chrissy's classmates

"What is it, Patrick?" He unenthusiastically asks as he hops down at the stool to straighten himself up

"Chrissy went with Eddie Munson to his van after the cheerleader's practice"

"What?!?"

Unbeknownst to them, one of their playmates heard this as he begins to ponder of his decisions of joining this group after they just literally won the basketball championship game earlier

Why do they care so much about Eddie Munson, when they could just celebrate their win?

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Love Won't Save Us

A/N: Sorry this took so long!

Warnings: Angst & I did not proof read

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: I saw you’re taking Cassian requests 👀 May I please get “ Don’t you see that there are people who care about you? That I care about?” + “I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.” with lots of angst please and thank you!

Thump thump.

Thump thump. 

Thump thump.  

An endless rhythm of your heart as it pounded through your ears. You were cornered. You thought you had been playing this smart - thought out every possible scenario - everything that could go wrong. Still, you ended up here. 

Your leg was screaming at you. It had been grazed by a blaster shot. Gritting your teeth you tried your best to shift your weight on it. You didn’t have time to dress it - you didn’t have time to do anything but lean against the literal and metaphorical wall that you were pinned against.

Imperial troopers were beginning to close in on you. You took a steadying breath checking your blaster. Your thoughts veering towards Cassian. 

Cassian. 

You should have listened - been less stubborn. Instead you were here. 

You wanted to save him. That’s all you had wanted to do. Save him from what was about to happen to you. You blink roughly as tears start to form in your eyes. Your mind reeling to the last conversation you had with him. That is how he would remember you. Angry, bitter, careless. Maker, the look on his face. 

Your breath left your lungs as a blast threw you against a wall. You let out a shuddering gasp. 

There was only one last word you wanted to speak as blood came dripping out of your mouth. 

“Cass-” 

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“When were you planning on telling me?” 

You didn’t need to look up to know Cassian was standing behind you, agitation dripping out of his voice. 

“I wasn’t”, you said simply as you finished putting on your boots. 

You could hear Cassian let out a huff as you turned around. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed. He looked more annoyed and stressed than you had ever seen him. 

“You can’t do this,” he gritted out. “It’s a suicide mission. Let me-” 

“No.” The word left your mouth firmly. You stood your ground, your eyes not wavering from his. “I have to do this alone. It’s the only way.” 

“No- it’s not.” Cassian took a step towards you, but you took a step back. You may as well have slapped him from the expression on his face. 

“It is.” You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Mon Mothma asked specifically because I am capable. I am expendable. And you, Cassian? You’re not. They need you.” 

“What? What are you talking about? You can’t believe that.” Cassian’s voice grew heated with every word. “Don’t you know? There are people here who care about you.” 

“They’ll get over it.” You shrugged off, trying to make your way to the door. Cassian blocked your path standing directly in front of you. 

“How can you say these things?” He was grabbing your shoulders now, his fingers digging into them so harshly you were sure you would bruise. You could only stare at him dumbly. “You matter,” he took a breath, “you matter to me.” 

You weren’t sure what to say. You could only stare at him, his brown eyes meeting yours in a desperate plea. 

“Please,” he whispered, “don’t do this alone. We can do this together.” His hands left your shoulders and now cradled your face softly. His thumbs running along your cheeks. “I need you. I -” 

You stilled his hands and removed them from your face. “You’ll be okay, Cassian. Whatever it is you think you feel for me will pass. It’s fleeting.” You passed him towards the door. 

“I love you.” 

You paused in front of the door. 

“I love you. That won’t pass.” 

You fought every urge to turn around. Tears had already begun to fall. You swallowed, “I don’t love you.”

“You don’t mean that.” 

“Love won’t save us”, you replied. You turned your head to the side, eyes downcast, “Goodbye, Cassian.” 

You walked through the door, feeling it close behind you. You wouldn't break - not now. You had to see this through. 

You briskly walked through the halls of the base, rounding the corner you ran into Mon Mothma. 

“Lieutenant,” her expression was soft, full of concern. “Are you sure you want to go this alone? I’m sure Andor would be more than willing to join you. I still think the two of you would be able to get the job done.” 

“No, thank you.” You smiled at her the best you could. 

She nodded back. “Good luck, Lieutenant.” 

You waited until you could hear her footsteps drift away, before you let out a shaky breath. 

“I was not aware Cassian was supposed to join you on the mission.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“K-2, you can’t tell him.” You said desperately. Your eyes turning towards the droid. 

“You have a higher success rate if Cassian joins you. You only have a likelihood of 15.25% of success without-” 

“No. No he can’t come and you can’t tell him.” The droid merely looked at you. “You want to keep him safe right? That’s all I want. You can’t tell him - he can never know. Promise me, K-2.”

“I-”

“Promise me.” 

“Very well. Cassian will not know.” 

“Thank you,” you let out a shaky breath. “Keep him safe for me, will you?” 

“You are awfully demanding today.” 

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at the droid. 

“But I will look after him.” 

“Goodbye, K-2.” You didn’t wait for a reply before walking off. You headed towards the direction of your ship. You only needed to get much imperial codes. Something you had done countless times before. This time felt different. You knew it. It was why you had to do this alone. 

It was selfish and stupid, but you couldn’t lose him. You loved Cassian. You would keep him safe, even if it killed you. 

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Smoke filled your lungs as you struggled to drag yourself towards cover. Blood coated your mouth, but you wouldn’t give up. If this was really it, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You blaster had been flung from your hands but you could see it just ahead. 

You let out a grunt as you narrowly escaped being hit with a blaster. Reaching out, your fingers grazed your blaster. Desperately, you reached for it as the sound of troopers grew nearer. 

Grabbing hold of your blaster, you flipped onto your back and fired away. You managed to hit two imperial troopers, still more troopers began to file in. 

Gritting your teeth, you prepared yourself. 

Through the smoke you could see the troopers turn around, distracted by something. Yelling and blaster fire surrounded the area until it became eerily quiet. 

Your arm was shaking from pain as you held your blaster up. You couldn’t see anything. 

A tall figure came closer to you, you gripped your blaster tightly. 

You let out a ragged breath, your eyes growing wide. 

“You promised-” you choked out. 

K-2SO stood clearly in front of you, Cassian running behind him to you. 

“You asked me to protect Cassian. By saving you, I save him.” 

You were left dumbstruck. Cassian slides down next to you, his eyes searching your body for your worst injuries. 

“Cassian,” you started, but the fierceness in his gaze stopped you.  

“You lied to me,” he bit out. 

“I did,” you hissed as his hands checked your leg wound. 

“We were supposed to come together.” 

“We were,” you breathed out. 

“You love me.” 

Your eyes met his, his brown eyes filled with worry. “I do. I love you, Cassian.” 

He pulled you close to him, holding you tightly as if you might disappear. “I can’t lose you,” his voice broke. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” 

“We do this together,” he said firmly. “We get through this together.” 

 You could feel Cassian let out a small laugh. “I guess love did save you.” 

For now, you thought. You held onto Cassian and the thought of being together. That had to be enough for now.

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Paradise Lost - Cat and Mouse Prequel Part 1

But part two in the Starwars release sense. Like a prequel.

Summary - After being hired to take out The Night Court's dangerous spymaster, y/n finds herself trapped between a rock and hard place.

Warnings - mentions of rape allegations, attempted murder, mentions of murder, time jumps to try to prevent this from being 4 billion parts, mind control

A/n - sheeeees baaaaaack 💜 the prequel is going to end up being multiple parts. I do not like having my stuff end up over 4k words, I feel like reading that can be difficult, and with modern technology, distractions happen and you accidentally exit and lose your place and you're le sad. If you all disagree and would be interested in a 6-7k part, let me know 💙 p.s. these parts are going to fulfill several anonymous asks, so each one will be under a different ask

Word count - 3511 (not including time jump stamps)

Cat and Mouse Part 2

High profile targets had never scared you.

 

You'd been watching him for several weeks now. Memorizing every step, every habit, what he ate and drank. 

You knew you had one shot at this mission. One singular shot. If you failed, if he got away, you were as good as dead.

Your first lesson when you were trained on the different courts of Pryithian was do not fuck with the Night Court. Missions involving them were in and out while kept clean and untraceable. Their High Lord would find you if you left that opening, and you'd never be seen or heard from again.

The first lesson you had learned on the street was not to mess with the Shadowsinger. The reason the High Lord would find you. The reason you were currently strolling Velaris under the mask of some young fae female one of your, for a lack of a better term, co workers had killed. She had no family, no friends, just a simple life on the poor outskirts of town. She sold her body for food and money. Which was how she ended up in his talons. How all the faces you wore ended up in his talons actually. 

Taking out Azriel was not going to be an easy task, but you had discovered one weakness: 

The male loved a beautiful face. Even more so when he thought she was defenseless.

You also noticed he had a type. Blondes with doe eyes. You could not fake the blonde hair or big lost brown eyes without magic. But a defenseless female in need of rescue was easy, especially since the same co-workers who were more than happy to disguise you would be more than happy to attempt to kill you. 

So you scheduled it. Letting your keeper know what you needed and when. Letting him know specifically non lethal shots on the shadowsinger with faebane would let you have an easier chance at taking him out somewhere privately.

Azriel, despite his intelligence, had fallen for it. And now he sat strapped to a chair in a ran down cabin in the woods with you watching him. You should have ended it instantly, but per the client's request, you were asked for three things, a confession of his crime, one of his hands to prove he was dead, and the pretty dagger you were translating the wyrdmarks off of.

"I know you're awake," you purred to him finishing another character. "You won't be able to contact him. Shackles, little pup."

He scoffed before lightly chuckling. "If you knew I was awake, why are we just sitting here?"

You shrugged. "I was hoping you'd start the conversation first. Or explain to me how you have a Cauldron made weapon in your possession."

"You took me hostage, I believe you should be explaining to me." 

You looked at him, pursing your lips slightly and nodding. "Not much to explain, little pup. I'm getting paid to kill you. Why is interesting, though." You paused, setting the dagger on the table and grabbing the parchment before sitting on the ground cross legged in front of him. He was almost appalled by the action. It was a backhanded way of you saying you very clearly did not see him as a threat.

"Does Princess Alyana of Rusk ring any bells for you?" 

His lip twitched, eyes sparkling with mischief briefly. "Perhaps."

You just nodded. "Can I ask what exactly the thought process behind raping a princess is? Did you think the King wouldn't ask for your head on a pike?"

Azriel looked at you in shock, hazel eyes wide, and jaw slightly opened, "I did not rape her."

You looked at the weathered parchment again, reading the soft swirling letters of the King. Letters beautified by years of practice you'd never be able to have. "According to her story of the night you were caught in her room, you had came in the window, raped her, and only left before killing her because the guards were coming." You bend the parchment keeping all other lines and information secret and showed him. 

His jaw twitched and anger was set in. "I did not harm or rape her. She invited me to her chambers and into her bed. I would never harm a female."

"A lie," you said softly. "I've watched you drag several into the prison and leave covered in blood. Their blood."

"They were spies and traitors."

"I didn't realize an occupation changed your gender. Do your little shadow wraiths know you believe they are not females? How about sweet Morrigan? She is technically a traitor to the Court of Nightmares. Do you believe she isn't female as well?" You rose a brow in challenge. 

Slow realization hit Azriel's face causing you to smile at him. "If you laid a fucking hand on-"

"Relax, pretty boy. I'm only here for you." You stood patting his head, "your special day." 

"What group are you with?" 

You smirked under the mask you were wearing but kept the outside face neutral. "Does it matter?"

"What is your name?"

"No one. I am no one." You answered automatically.

"So the House of the Faceless from the Silent Isles. What happened to the girl you probably murdered?"

"I didn't kill her. Unlike you, I actually do not harm women or females. Do you have a preference on how you die? Poison, stabbing, burning to death?" You looked at his hands. "Probably not that one, huh? Drowning! Polar opposite." He balked at your excitement. "I thought it was a fun option," you crossed your arms. "Been awhile since I water boarded someone."

Azriel shook his head, laughing. "So you won't even give me an honorable death?"

"I'm not fucking stupid enough to fight a Carynthian hand on hand nor with weapons." You could have sworn you saw him smirk. "I'm also not stupid enough to think taking away these," you held up one of his siphons, "means I'm safe if I let you out of those shackles."

Azriel had not even noticed his siphons were gone and he looked down. "How did you know how to remove those?" 

Your brain flashed to a nightmare, one of winged male standing over you. One of pain before you were tossed to your keeper. "Lucky guess," your voice was distant. 

He huffed. "You're illyrian." It wasn't a question, but a statement. "That's why your scent is off. A high fae would not carry the scent we do." 

You felt your world building pressure and rubbed your temples. "Look, this has been fun, but I'm over it." You grabbed the bloodbane you had purchased soaking it on one of your own daggers. 

"If you're going to kill me, at least do me the kindness of getting to see who is actually killing me." You sighed heavily. "Can I give you a word of advice as well? Shackles only work when you aren't dealing with someone who can pick a lock. You also talk way too much."

You had anticipated this, truthfully. You caught his wrist as he went to swing on you and leg swept him to the ground. "The shackles you were in were coated in faebane and bloodbane, torture Master." You straddled his hips as he held his chest to catch his breath. "My hands were also covered in it so you just welcomed it right back into your bloodstream." 

"Go fuck yourself."

"I do nightly," you did something Azriel wasn't expecting then, lifting the skin of the mask off of your face and throwing it to the fire to cancel the magic it also held on your body.

He was right. You were illyrian. An absolutely beautiful illyrian. Long dark hair falling into loose curls, long dark lashes, tan skin, spell binding hazel eyes. "Definitely Illyrian," he coughed out. "At least I'm going to die looking at something beautiful." He had you at the comment. You stilled completely hand barely wrapped around the dagger. "Has no one ever told you that you were beautiful?" He watched you blink, eyes glazing over and shutting as if he had called a painful memory forward. "Can I know your name?"

"No one," you whispered again. "I am no one." You finally looked at him, and you both felt it. You both felt that painful snap. A snap that now shattered your world. You were about to kill your mate. The one thing you'd always hoped would rescue you from the loneliness of your lifestyle. You dropped the dagger, feeling as if someone had just split your world in two. 

"You don't have to do this," he cooed softly to you. "You don't have to kill me. We can talk about this. I can help you. Take you somewhere safe." You stared at him ad he tentatively stepped towards you, hands grabbing your upper arms. "I won't hurt you. No one is ever going to hurt you again."

You knew he meant it. You handed him a vial, the only antidote you had, and then the free faebaned shackles you had also hidden. Turned so he could shackle you behind your back. 

He was so gentle as he did, kissing the back of your head. "You're going to be safe, little hellcat. I promise." 

You heard and smelled them before you saw them. "Well what happened here, Az?" A playful male voice asked. You heard the parchment on the desk moving and closed your eyes as the scent of citrus and sea moved closer to you.

"Hmm. A no one. Who'd you piss off, Azriel?"

"King of Rusk," the playful voice was no longer playful. "The assassin known by the name Eden was specifically requested." It quoted the letter reading the rest of it slowly. "She must be Eden."

You felt the male in front of you trying to rummage through your mind, and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with sympathy and heartache. "You poor creature. I am so sorry, darling." He looked at Azriel. "Put her in one of the nicer cells at the prison until we can trust her." His hand went up as Azriel, as your mate's breath hitched. "She was sent here to kill you, Az. Regardless of the bond, she is dangerous. Ensure she is given real food, she hasn't ate since she came to Velaris almost a week ago. I'm going to need her in better health to untangle the mess they have her in." 

2 weeks later

Rhys sat on the chair across from the small bed he had allowed to be brought into your cell. Watching as you pulled your legs up and hid your face in your knees.

"You should have a camp brand. It would have been done when you were a babe since you are female. Do you have any odd scars?" His voice was always gentle with you. 

"I can't remember," you answered honestly. You hardly remembered Illyria. Hardly remembered you were even Illyrian or what that even meant. "I remember when I was taken to the school-"

"When you were sold like a pig for slaughter to sell swords, darling." He interrupted. "You weren't taken to a school. You were taken to a temple that purchases children they believe have potential to become assassins if they can wipe their memories and humanity well enough. They unfortunately succeeded with you. Every memory you have is locked in a box in your mind."

"They used food," you whispered softly. "If I asked about something, my first punishment was food. First a week, then two. After that it was poisoning."

"Which is why you can touch fae and blood banes." You could sense the pain in his voice. "Are you comfortable taking the dress off for me? I want to see if I can find your brand." You complied, standing slowly to lift the soft cotton dress Azriel had given you off your frame. 

Rhys stood and walked around you in a circle, hand pausing as it grazed over a scar on the side of your hip. "They cut it out of you." You watched him from the mirror as he proceeded to your back, breath hitching and his eyes closing. "Were your wings removed by them or before?" Rhysand watched as your eyes glazed over, as your mind heard a male screaming at you. As your mind heard what he could only assume were your terrified screams from childhood. "Before." His voice cracked. "I know who did, though."

That night in Windhaven, Rhys slammed Devlon's face into the desk. "Who is she?" He forced her to stare at the drawing one of the twins had done of you. "I've heard you screaming at her in her memories. Who the fuck is she?"

Devlon shook his head. "I had nothing to do with what happened to her."

"That's not what I'm asking." Rhys was growling. "Tell me willingly or Azriel will carve it out of you." Rhys held his mind, pulling at it slightly until the male screamed an answer.

"She a bastard of my oldest son." Devlon answered. "He thought getting rid of her would make his and that whore he was laying with lives easier. They sold her. I didn't know."

Azriel growled and lunged. "Her name. What's her name?"

"Y/n," Devlon panted. "Y/n."

1 month later

Countless days were spent with Rhysand in your mind, unwinding memories like a spool of yarn in the paws of a kitten. He had taken mercy on you today after a brutal session that ended with you collapsing into Azriel's arms.

Azriel sat across from you, eating the soup he had brought to share with you. "Rhys might let me move you to the House of Wind," he spoke between spoons. "You'd be warded to a room there between myself and Cassian, but you'd at least have a window and a view." You felt his heart pinch when you looked at him. 

His eyes filled with sadness, with longing, with sympathy. "I know it isn't much. But it's better than here." You nodded, pushing the soup away. "Are you not hungry?"

"I don't like leaks," you responded gently. 

Azriel laughed softly. "I've never heard an illyrian complain about food before. I can have Rhys bring you something else tonight. Is there anything specific you want?"

You were in no position to ask for anything special. Especially not what your mind was trapped on. But you didn't realize Azriel sensed it through the bond and had immediately asked Rhys to go to the bakery you had walked by and almost went into every day. "You aren't our prisoner, little hellcat." Azriel put his bowl down and moved to kneel in front of you. "You are my mate, and I know it feels like an empty promise, but I promise you that once Rhys believes your mind is safe and secure, you will have more freedoms. You're here because we do not know the extent you were controlled at. Surely you know what other organizations do to their assassins?"

You did. Your body shivered at the thought of the spiders they used to turn the fae who worked for them into nothing more than a mindless shell. "Winter has this tea," you started slowly. "I don't remember what it is. But it's sweet but spicy?" Azriel rose a brow. "Not like my mouth is on fire spicy, but.. like… tooth paste?"

He smiled. "I have that at home. I will bring some to you tomorrow." He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and then rested his forehead against yours. "You are so brave, y/n." 

He watched as your eyes glazed over. As your mouth slightly parted and your body stilled.

You were trapped in a memory. A memory of another little male, his wings held high and proud on his back as you two ran and played. He was wearing rags, covered in dirt. You knew this memory, you had dreams about it. "Wait for me!" You heard yourself giggle. "Cassian, wait for me. Why do you run so fast?"

"Because, y/n, I gotta be fast if I'm going to be better than everyone else here some day!"

That bright smile, that playful voice. Rhys was dead silent in the corner, sharing the memory with Azriel. "Az, go get him." 

Rhys sat with you as Cassian entered the cell. He watched as Rhys cradled you to him. "Cassian, can you sit down please?"

The general nodded, continuing to watch. His eyes glazed over as Rhys showed him the memory and the countless others that followed. 

Cassian's voice was choked. "I thought she had died. Her dad came screaming one day his daughter had been taken. Her wings were… they were pinned to his cabin door, Rhys." Cassian felt sick thinking back to his childhood crush's wings hanging limply by the membranes, blood soaking the wood porch and steps. "It Was a few weeks before you came."

"Do you know if they branded her on her hip, Cassian?" The male nodded immediately. 

"You two should talk for a little bit," Rhys cupped your face delicately. "I have to go pick up those cookies you've been thinking about. I will be back in a few hours. If another memory comes, scream for me in your mind." 

Cassian tooks his place, his hands also coming to cup your cheeks. "You are so beautiful. You know that?"

All three of them made it a point to tell you that now. Surely if three attractive males thought you were beautiful, that had to be true.

A couple weeks later

Rhys was in your mind again, digging and digging while you cried. It was painful. So fucking painful. It felt as though you were being pulled into half by two horses. 

Like someone was cutting you limb by limb.

You hated these sessions. Where you had to sit there, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles had gone white, holding in screams and whimpers, and crying. 

"Found it," Rhys smirked. "It's a spell. A damn good one, but still just a spell. Meaning it can be broken." He was still in the jungle he had begun to call your mind, stopping at another memory. "I was wondering who killed him. A shame, really. I would have paid to watch that in person. Many of us would have."

Rhys wrote down the name of a former hybern General you had slaughtered and hung. He had started keeping track. Every king, queen, general, or fae you killed sat in a pretty notebook. 600 names. 

600 names lined those pages like a bloodstain in white clothing.

You validated it to yourself. Cruel kings. Corrupt queens. Predators. You were only ever assigned to the worst cases, being too skilled to be wasted on petty killings.

"Stop." Rhys ordered softly. "Do not focus on what you have done. Focus on how we move forward, darling. We have a home Azriel and Cassian like to stay in. I'd like to move you there."

Azriel held you close as he walked you into your new room at the House of Wind. "Cassian is directly across the hall, I am right next to you." You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you took in the room. Guilt sat deep in your stomach. How much had they spent to decorate it? To furnish it? 

You took in the gold hues swirled in with blacks and greys. The wooden desk with hand carved swirls and edges. The couch and chairs. Your eyes locked in on the bed though. A real, plush, 4 poster bed. It would easily fit you and Azriel if you ever desired. Rhys appeared behind you two, his heart tightening at the sentence he knew was about to come out. A sentence all too familiar to him. 

"I've never had one." 

Azriel looked at you, "A room to yourself?"

You shook your head. "No. A real bed. We were not even allowed to sleep on beds during missions. Only blankets." He watched you walk to the bed, gently squishing a beaded throw pillow in your hands. 

"Darling," Rhysand said softly. "I have a friend who believes he can break the spell in your mind. He is concerned about potential consequences, though."

You were too lost and the luxury of the fabric to respond. The silk sheets covering the bed were the softest thing you'd ever felt. Rhysand and Azriel did not say anything, nodding to each other to leave the room with a gentle click behind them.

You pulled the blanket back further on the sheets, and curled yourself into the mattress. 

Your eyes began to flutter shut frequently, mind stilling as you felt a wave of comfort and protection come your way. Soon, the light of the room faded, and you walked into a dreamers pathway of sleep. 

Helion had come to the House of Wind that night. Flown there blindfolded by Cassian. He stood in Rhysand's office, a deep red wine in one hand as he crossed his arms over his pecs. "So she's at least 300 years old and has been held under a mind control spell for the majority of that time?"

The three illyrian males nodded in response. "Breaking it could kill her if it's done in one shot. Unraveling it, though, releasing her piece by piece may be safest." 

Azriel looked down. "How long would that take?"

"Years," Rhysand answered. "Her mind has to heal enough with each break or else her humanity and morals flooding her all at once can have consequences if it doesn't just shatter her mind." 

Helion nodded. "Our mind is a delicate place. Having it tampered with that long is dangerous. For us and her. I would need to see it and feel it to fully determine how safe it is."

Azriel nodded. "I'll go get her."

His footsteps felt heavy and defeated as he moved through the House of Wind. He paused at your door, lost in thought, but shook off his doubt as he knocked.

If anyone would be able to help you, it would be Rhysand and Helion.

[7nessasaryevils]

Things that made me scream during ep 5 of Wandee Goodday

- Dee can remember every single person's birthday but he hadn't memorized Yak's yet

- Yak pouting when he realized Dee didn't know his birthday

- YAK COUNTING THE FUCKING SECOND OF HOW LONG HE AND DEE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER (read: TOGETHER, not fucking/ FWB)

- that whole fucking interaction with Cher and Yei (yes babes! Complain that you haven't gotten fucked for a while you deserve to be dicked down!)

- Kao being the King he is and offering valuable suggestions for Dee and Yak on how to improve their lives (and sex lives) using his furry accessories ♥️

- Dee offering good fashion advice... sir thank you for your service in getting Yak out of those (delectable) elephant pants - but... Taem is probably better at putting him in clothes that work

- grammammamamamamamana I love her and she is now the communal granmama

- DICK PLUSH TOY (seriously where can I get one??)

- granmama knows

- STEPPING OVER THE LINE!!! THE GASP I GUSPED (also wandee my precious my baby protect your heart please yak is gonna be a little stupid I know it)

- brb screaming crying throwing up because NEITHER of them can sleep without holding each other

- the pouting, cuddling, "need you to recharge me" YORYAK!! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR PERT ASS YOU DUMB JOCK! This is boyfriend level behaviour!

- Dee's smile as he curls into Yak 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

- the only time I screamed in rage: how dare you ask Dee if Taem would like while you hold motherfucking Wandee in your arm- I'm going to snap a boxer's neck (what did I say about yak doing something stupid?!)

- FUCKING WHEEZING GRANMAMA YOU ABSOLUTE QUEEN

- ... he took Yak to see his parents... I'm fine gwenchana gwenchana

- SJAXHWKZNKSJXNWKSW YORYAK YOU BUFFOON- don't you want to introduce your BOYFRIEND to your parents?! someone hold me back before I smack this idiot

- Cher doing the sneaky sneak and failing 🤣 also Yei not taking Cher with him because he knows his boyfie doesn't like the macho assholes 🥹♥️

- Yak dressing the way Dee told him to... fucking hell

- yak showing up to help his boyfriend thanks I wanna throw up

- Dr. Wandee using his and Yoryak's furry sex personas to help tell children a story was not on my 2024 bingo card 👀

- yak wanting to celebrate with Dee rather than his friends... this idiot

- I CAN EAT YOU WITHOUT WAITING- YORYAK PLEASE

- domestic food fight my beloved (also yak refusing to let Dee do anything cooking wise because he doesn't want to poison Granmama 🤣)

- I do so love an aptly placed song that perfectly explains the conflict of our main characters ♥️♥️

- sir. Yoryak. For someone who claims they like Taem, you sure do lean in to kiss Dee a lot 👀👀👀

- THAT CAPTION... gonna go yeet myself off their building thanks

-... couple toothbrushes... COUPLE TOOTHBRUSHES

- wandeeyoryak vs. Yoryakwandee... help me

This show is everything to me right now and I will hold onto it with my dying breath

[foursaints]

barty has a certified Evan Kink but what else specifically 👀👀👀

grim made a post here that i agree with & im going to reiterate some of it! but generally my barty is pretty disgusting so i’m putting this under a cut lmao…. Beware..... i know i just said i want my asks to be less horny but im not helping. this is so explicit seriously if you are one of my cool mutuals look away (fern do NOT read this i will be so mad)

prefacing this by saying 😭😭 these are NOT my personal preferences i’m simply huffing the fumes like the oracle at Delphi and divining into his mind. also with evan he gets way more switchy but these are just how i see his usual preferences in general 

24/7 power play (as grim said) and free use. barty gets off on blurring the lines between kink and reality and having complete control over his partner sexually but he does it in a sort of irreverent, half-joking-but-not-really-joking way. he’ll casually make his partner lick his boot and he’ll laugh and pat them on the head and get up to go make dinner. bend them over while they’re doing dishes because He Can Have Them Any Time & not let them finish because it’s his decision. that sort of thing

(but u have to put it in context like outside the bedroom that man is SO whipped. he’s calling evan his brainless fuckdoll but he’s also walking 4 miles in the snow to get him the specific type of croissant he wants)

to me there’s a major incongruity between barty’s fantasies and his actual preferences. he jerks off to the idea of keeping his partner collared & silent & pretty & obedient and dolled up and sat quietly on a pillow all day waiting to please him. but he would hate that irl and in reality he LOVES evan’s bitching and bossing him around. its so much more fun

FAKE KIDNAPPING (as grim said). SO REAL! HE IS THE KIDNAPPER! IN A SKI MASK! 

in general my barty is concerningly into cnc but only if its super negotiated and desired. hes checking in beforehand and throughout 800x but like? with evan? they are going the whole nine yards. he wants to pin him down and Take Him while he screams and struggles and cries and fails to fight him off 

while barty is cooing and salivating over him and petting his hair and licking his tears and mockingly telling him how sweet & weak he is and how perfectly evan takes him. btw

overstimulation. both giving and receiving. 

he’ll make his partner get off like eight times daily because he finds overstim entertaining. like he’s not even getting anything out of it at this point. just whenever he’s bored he’ll sit his partner on his knee for the third time that day and play with them until they cry while he scrolls his phone 

this next one shows up mostly in his dirty talk and his habit of manhandling but like? objectification? but in the weird possessive sense of “wow you are so perfect and pretty it’s like you’re a cute little toy that exists Just For Me” <- that type of vibe. he chooses to believe you were Invented to Be Fucked By Him

and his dirty talk is so meeeaaaan like he could be doing the most depraved thing ever and speaking in a casual tone of voice like he's making small talk. he's very condescending and asks a lot of demeaning questions and will laugh. he likes to see evan get angry and embarrassed and make him repeat filthy stuff

not really a kink bc i don’t think it’s something he seeks out or even thinks about much. but when he discovers evan rosier is a virgin he 100% gets SOOO weird and insane about it. bro is FROTHING 

but aside from all of that. he loves giving himself up to evan completely and service top barty is Real. that’s an entirely different rodeo with its own set of… fucking… rodeo clowns? lassos? 20-page long notarized consent forms? this is an untenable metaphor. but anyway i also like to believe that rosekiller has very loving vanilla dynamic-less sex too because im a romantic like that. and also because they are soulmates

he’s SO awful but. you know. i love him anyway

[jhugas]

PROVE IT. II- Jeon Jungkook- ‘Good night?’

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Series: Prove it

Genre: smut

Pairing: athlete!rival!Jungkook X athlete!afab!Reader

Summary of this chapter (part 1 is different): something bad happened, videos of you two last night got leaked. And when you got a call from your managers, you expected them to be mad, scold you, but instead… they asked you a favour.

Word count: ~1,9k

Warnings/tags: Slut shaming, eye contact, pet names (once; kitten), sub!reader, dom!Jungkook, penetration, filmed sex (not really mentioned though), clit play, make out, you get to know Jungkook’s real intention since the beginning (part 1)👀, unprotected sex, cums in her, they cum together, teasing, restraining (makes her cum when he wants to), oral sex (f receives), cum eating (m eats).

Reminder: this is a part II of ‘Prove it. I’ (In my opinion, it’s better to read it first to get the whole context :) )

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Your alarm wakes you up, it’s 10am and you’re exhausted. The night before was rough, and long, so you didn’t get that much sleep.

You opened your eyes slowly and stopped the alarm as quick as possible. For the moment, everything was alright and you didn’t even remember what happened last night. Until, as you sat up on the bed, you felt courbatures from your back to your legs.

‘Fuck…’ you think to yourself, and everything comes back to your memory; the drinking alcohol, make out… sex? You really had a doubt on that last assumption, it’s impossible that you guys really had sex right?

Well anyways, you get this idea out of your mind and get out of bed since Jungkook was already out.

‘If he acts weird or calls me a slut, something definitely happened. If not, then everything is alright!’

You put on your slippers, some clothes to hide yourself a bit more and head to the kitchen.

And to your surprise, Jungkook wasn’t in the pool, but cooking something in the place you were heading to.

‘Hi.’

He quickly says stealing a glance at you.

‘Hi?’

You answer. Well let’s say you weren’t expecting him to talk to you at 10 in the morning. But since he might remember fully what happened last night, you try to read on his face what happened. That was useless though, he looked completely fine. And still looking at him, you sit down and he immediately brings the breakfast that he cooked himself.

‘Had a good night? Mhm?’

He asks you in a mocking tone. There he was the arrogant Jungkook you knew!

‘ “Good night” ?’

You answer back, trying to get more informations.

‘Yeah, got fucked like a slut huh? So I was right in the end.’

He raises his eyebrow with pride and his tone raises. So you did get fucked by him… it was a mistake, if you were sober, you swear you would’ve proved him wrong.

‘What about it? You just got lucky. Be happy you got to fuck one of the best out here.’

‘Oh yeah? And will you be happy when you learn our reputations got destroyed? Because of your little slutty ass?’

He says as he tilts his head to the side and pokes his cheek with his tongue.

‘What the fuck are you talking about? Just leave me alone, and let’s just forget about last night, no one will know.’

You answer like it’s obvious, but unfortunately, you’re missing a part of the story.

‘No one will know? Well trust me, everyone fucking knows. Everyone’s sharing videos of us fucking and watching them.’

He says then in a way more serious tone. And all of the sudden before even getting a proper explanation, he gets his phone out, opens twitter and shows you the videos in question.

The videos, unfortunately, are clear and have a good quality. So anyone could tell it was you two, it was undeniable.

And not only they could see everything, like Jungkook pushing himself in and out of you and throwing his head back as you arch your back, but they could also hear everything. Your moans, the bed squeaking, and lastly the most oblivious, you screaming each others name.

Now, how were you going to deal with this? Everybody was 100% sure you were enemies, that you hated each other. And now, all they have are videos of you two creaming on each other.

‘You’re just a little fucking slut. Look at yourself, arching your back with my cock in you. So fucking naughty.’

He whispers the last part and caresses your hair. But suddenly, you both get a phone call from your managers.

During the call…

‘…do you know that you’re trending right now?…I can’t believe you did this…not only you did it, but you also got caught!…however, you’ve both gained many followers since…I’m just saying, you just won fame after this incident!…maybe it’d be good to do something like that one more time…c’mon! At least once! You’re in a pretty place and safe, you have nothing to lose…’

You hang up and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself…

So, if you understood well, your manager asked you to have sex with Jungkook one more time, and get caught by paparazzis once again, because you gained fame and followers after last time…

You look over to Jungkook that’s outside now, and you can clearly tell that he’s mad, or maybe just stressed. But life goes on, so you take one more deep breath, and start eating the breakfast Jungkook made. It was good, but it wasn’t a surprise anyway, he already cooked yesterday and it was also delicious.

Once Jungkook came back inside, you walked toward him and told him you wanted to have a serious talk.

You’re now both on the couch, sitting, and the conversation starts…

‘So… we’re really gonna do this?’

He says hesitantly.

‘Yes. We don’t have a choice, we have a contract, managers, and we need to follow them.’

You answer, explaining that it is against your will and that if you could avoid this awkward situation, you would.

‘So what, should we do it tonight?’

He says in a more gentle voice. You don’t know what changed, but the atmosphere seems more chill.

‘My manager told me to do this the quickest possible, so tonight is a good idea… by the way, should we get drunk again?’

You ask.

‘Drunk again? I think it’s better that you enjoy it tonight, right? Sadly, though your pussy was throbbing yesterday and you came twice under me, you didn’t even remember it this morning. How sad…’

He tells you as a smirk grows on his lips before licking his bottom ones.

‘So what’s the plan?’

You ask him. It’s currently 11 pm and it’s time to do it. The paparazzis could only see in your bedroom and balcony, so you had time and privacy to get everything ready in the living room.

‘It’s simple, I bring you to the balcony, kiss you, then we start making out. Then, after a few minutes, I take you back inside and we fuck on the bed. And listen, I’m not the type to comfort others, especially sluts like you, but just for tonight y/n… It’ll be alright. Just follow me, you won’t even have to do anything. Relax, and enjoy is the best thing you could do.’

He says. It was the first time you saw him like this. And it was surprising to see him reassuring you, especially when he was about to rock your shit.

‘Ok…’

You whisper back and nod, giving him the permission to start.

So he takes your hand, and brings you to the balcony passing by the bedroom to finally lean on it. To start, you create a false conversation, like you were flirting with each other. Then after talking for like five minutes, he cups your face, leans in, and presses his lips against yours.

He starts by pecking your lips many times and kissing your cheeks. Just a few cute and short kisses making you innocently giggle. But then, he started giving you longer kisses. He held you more firmly and the kiss got more intense, which led him to suck on your top lip. Meanwhile, you sucked on his bottom ones and bit them sometimes. This went on for a few minutes, making out but too scared to go further. Until, he slid his tongue in between your lips, so you used yours to play with his piercing.

It was such a turn on for him, having a woman just sucking and playing with his piercing in public. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning in your mouth as you pulled off a little bit, but he doesn’t want to lose any time. He kisses you again, passionately and with force as he pushes your back against the balcony and plays with your hair with one hand, then with the other, grabs your ass. You two were finally opening to each other, not scared to express what you needed or felt.

‘fucking slut’ he whispers between kisses, ‘got me so fucking horny’ he repeated.

And then suddenly, he lifted you up with only one hand massaging your ass, and brung you to the bed.

He laid you down, got on top of you, and kept making out with you, devouring your lips. Sucking harder on them, switching between your top and bottom lips, licking them tenderly… And after making your lips all red and swollen, just like his, he slowly began to slide his hand that was in your hair, to your slit, caressing your beautiful skin and lifting your sleeping dress.

When his fingers finally arrived to your pussy, he took off your panties and slowly began to just slide them up and down your folds, spreading your wetness.

You move a bit under his touch but he holds you firmly. Next, he disconnects his lips from yours, and starts pecking your body from your jaw, to your breast, to your tummy.

He gives you wet kisses on your lower stomach, leaving purple marks here and there to prove he was here. Then later, with his lips, he went lower and reached just above your clit. He lightly pressed his lips against it, teasing you, making you feel his hot breath and smile growing as time passed.

Until suddenly, he wrapped his cherry lips around your clit, sucking on it like his life depended on it.

Meanwhile, his fingers were teasing your hole, sliding in one a little bit, then pulling it out. He could feel your juice on his fingers and it made him so hungry, just he wanted to eat you out so bad. And at the thought of it, he unconsciously started eating you out like a whole meal, his tongue also getting a taste.

You can feel everything, his fingers teasingly sliding in and out of you, his tongue licking your juice and flicking your clit, and him just sucking on it.

He moans with your clit in his mouth, making you feel vibrations, he just wishes you knew how good you taste. You feel your orgasm approaching, the hot wave coming to your head and you start shaking. But as soon as he felt your walls clench around one of his finger, and felt you shivering, he stopped everything.

‘Thought I’d already let you cum? C’mon now, you know me better than that. Don’t you?’

He said with a smirk drawn in his face as you frowned your eyebrows and whined in frustration. And he didn’t lose a second to shove his fingers in his mouth, finally getting what he wanted; the taste of your juice. It was so yummy to him, so delicious, he could make out with your pussy for hours. But sadly, you don’t got time for that.

He takes off his short and you can see a bulge in his boxers, he was hard, very hard. You can already guess how big and good looking that dick will be.

And just when he took off his Calvin Klein boxers, his cock bounced till it found it’s right position, and stood tall and proud over your stomach. This is what you missed last time, this big cock, ready to fill you up and Jungkook hovering over you, making you feel so secured, protected and horny.

‘Fuck’ you whisper to yourself, you don’t even know if it’ll fit. But if it once did, then it should still.

He laughs at your comment and spread your legs, positioning himself in front of you, before putting the tip in front of your entrance.

He teases you with it, slides it in your folds, touches your clit with his pretty tip. Then finally, pushed himself inside of you. At the feeling of your walls not clenching around his fingers this time, but around his cock, he can’t help but curse at this feeling he’s been needing all this time.

This reminded him of why he won; he just won to fuck you right, he didn’t even care about the luxury hotel, all he wanted was this pussy in his mouth and his dick in it. And he knew damn well he’d get it. All these years masturbating on your pictures, magazines...

It’s true, he was actually pissed off you always had the same score as him, but he was so jealous of your teammates. How could they be so close to you but not him? That’s when he just told himself that you were a slut. It was easier for him that way.

And everytime he saw you walking to the podium he was already standing at, with those shorts holding your cheeks moving, your boobs bouncing as you laughed, this look and smirk you gave him and just your attitude in general, it just made him want to fuck you hard in the lockers.

Back in the reality, he’s sliding it in and out of you, taking care to get the deepest possible, and to make you feel every inch of him.

You close your eyes with force and moans leave your lips. Even though you’re embarrassed, nothing could make you feel better than Jungkook’s big dick. And nothing was hotter than the sound of wet clapping in the room filled with moans and groans.

It’s also crazy how not only he was good with his dick, but also with his lips, tongue, fingers… he’s truly an all rounder.

He keeps pumping in and out of you, groaning and looking at your pity face, and nothing could make him feel better, than you praising him and showing how good he’s giving it to you.

‘Uh you’re such a good little slut. You’re my good little kitten aren’t you?’

He asked, waiting for a positive answer.

‘I- I am!’

You answer as he laughs at your stupidity. How could anyone really want to be his kitten?

‘I’m your good little kitten!’

You repeat as your orgasm approached. Well it seems like you did. He bites his lips and also feels your walls clenching around him.

‘Wait for me to cum princess. Let’s both cum in you together.’

He ordered while looking deep in your eyes. And then, faster than you thought, you both found yourselves cumming in the same spot, painting your walls white as he kept eye contact with you, and looked carefully at your facial expression.

As you both came back to earth, you tried to catch your breath. Then, when he saw you were ready, he pulled out and watched his cum mixed with yours sliding down your asshole. He quickly took a tissue to stop it from staining the bed, then came back at you.

‘How are you love?’

He gently asked.

‘Mmhhhhhh’

You just answered as you were already ready to go to sleep. He giggled, also tired and pulled on your legs to get you closer to him. Next, he carried you to the toilet, checked that you didn’t fall off, and brung you back to the bedroom.

Because you already fell asleep, he himself changed you to some new, refreshing clothes and put you in the bed, before going to sleep himself, holding you close to his chest.

@dolliecat ^^

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Masterlist

Prove it masterpost

[pretty-blkgirl]

Miserable

//fem!reader x idol!Han//

Synopsis: You see a picture of a gorgeous woman and a man that looks like Han, so you try and confront him.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: reader is described as a woman, yelling, Han has a tantrum (?)

A/N: I literally just listened to Han’s new song and RUSHED to write this. When you read you may catch a couple of the lyrics in there 👀

Listen to:

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“Get away from me Han,” You say, snatching your hand from his grip and jogging to your bedroom. He runs after you, grabbing at your shirt to slow you down.

“Baby please” He sobs, “I swear it’s not what you think. I swear it wasn’t me”

He’s in hysterics. Crying so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think. Someone had sent you a picture of what looked to be Han and another woman getting cozy in a club.

When you confronted him he only laughed at you. In his mind, you were ridiculous for even thinking he would cheat on you. He was obsessed with you, and you knew that.

You just wanted to have an honest conversation about everything. The guy in the photo looked similar to Han but you knew deep down that wasn’t him, still, you wanted to confront your lover just to be sure.

This was one of those moments where you needed reassurance. He had millions of people who were falling at his feet every day. He could have anyone he wanted. So, when you saw the picture and you saw how gorgeous that woman was- it kinda spooked you.

Even if you believed it wasn’t him, you just wanted to hear him confirm that he’d never do that.

Unfortunately, he didn’t react how you thought he would. You knew he would have been a little taken aback by the sudden accusation but you didn’t know he’d start laughing in your face while calling you “crazy” and “delusional”

“Be serious” He chuckled, snatching your phone to look down at the picture, “That doesn’t even look like me. Plus, I hate clubs AND whenever I’m not with the guys, I’m with you.”

You nodded silently and reached for your phone, to where he only held it in the air where you couldn’t reach it

“I can’t believe you even brought this bullshit to my attention. Do not trust me?”

“It’s not that” You quickly say, “I just needed to hear you deny it. That’s all”

He laughed more. Finally, giving your phone back before looking you up and down

“You must be cheating, with all this projection going on.”

You were shocked, “Excuse me?”

“I mean, why else would you show me this bullshit? Tell me, who’s in your head right now? Someone other than me?”

That comment hurt you. You understood if he was upset at you, but did he have to react this way?

You weren’t even accusatory when you brought it up. You started off by telling him you loved him but wanted him to be honest. Why was he being so hostile?

You were feeling a bit insecure, and you just wanted the truth.

The nonsense continued as you started to zone out. He shouldn’t be talking to you like this, even if he was upset with you.

Again, it’s not like you thought that was him, but your insecurities got the best of you. You couldn’t help but ask him, you needed to know he only had eyes for you.

But seeing how he reacted -how childish he was being, and how he was speaking so terribly to you- you started to doubt the relationship.

“Let’s take a break” You mumble. Walking away as Han was in the middle of a rant. As if a flipped switched, his rude and disrespectful attitude turned into an apologetic and regetful one.

“What? A break? A break for what? Baby that’s not me, I already told you that”

You ignored his pleas to talk this out. You tried to talk, but he wasn’t having it. Why should you hear him out?

He grabbed and held onto you while you tried to get to the bedroom. You could already feel the tears starting to wet your shoulder as he hugged you tightly from behind.

“Move Han,” You say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp

That went on for a while, him crying and begging you to stop while you made your way to the room. When you finally got in there, he was nearly screaming as you began to pack a bag.

“BABY NO” He yells, causing you to jump in surprise, “DON'T LEAVE ME. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU.”

You continue to pack as he goes to your side and drops to his knees. His face is wet with tears and his lip is quivering slightly as sobs continue to pour from his mouth.

“I WAS NEVER OUT WITH THAT WOMAN. I ONLY WANT YOU. YOU’RE THE ONLY GIRL I’D EVER WANT. I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME”

You still ignored him and managed to get three days worth of clothes in your small suitcase. You planned to stay at your parent’s house.

You set your suitcase on the bed and walked to the bathroom to grab soap and your toothbrush. While you were out, Han started to put all your clothes back in the drawer. You only rolled your eyes when you saw what he was doing.

“Stop Han. Just let me go”

“Baby that wasn’t me!”

“Okay, and?” You say, causing him to give a confused look through his tears, “I get that you’re upset that I brought this up, but the way you talked to me was not warranted”

“Baby please, I’m sorry. I was just mad and wanted to hurt you because you hurt me!”

You groan, “Even if you’re mad, you communicate. How dare you call me crazy and all that other shit? Laughing in my face? Then accused me of being a cheater?”

“Y-You accused me!?”

“I asked if that was you, all I needed was a no. I just needed the reassurance, but you decided to be a fucking asshole”

You went back to your drawers and pulled out your clothes again. His screams started back up when you were fully packed.

“Y/N I'M SORRY. I’LL NEVER TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT AGAIN. I’LL NEVER MAKE FUN OF YOUR FEELINGS AGAIN!”

“Mhm” You shrug, rushing to the front door, “We’ll talk about our relationship when I get back”

“Baby don’t go away”

He grabs your suitcase, preventing you from leaving. You let out an exhausted sigh and turned to look at him. His eyes were already bloodshot. His shirt had streaks of tears staining it, and his hair was all disheveled from running his fingers through it.

“I’ll be miserable without you. I can’t function without you. We can work through this. Just don’t leave me. I can’t even handle you being gone for a few minutes, never mind a couple of days”

You sigh, thinking over the conversation in your head. You were taught to never allow disrespect, and you two were usually good about being aware of one another’s feelings.

You upset him, which you understood.

He shouldn’t have said what he said though.

You were conflicted for a few seconds but decided to leave so you could clear your mind.

“We’ll talk later.” That was all you said as you let go of the suitcase and walked out the door.

It took everything in him not to run after you, but he was content knowing you’d be back.

He sunk to the floor, weeping silently and counting down the seconds until you returned to him.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Famous y/n!! Harry going to her opening night of tour 🥺

masterlist || ask me anything &lt;3

authors note - the second i saw those photos and videos i just knew that i needed to do something and so this is what ive come up with. thanks to the beautiful anon that reccomended jade thirlwall for the face claim because she is an actual beaut 💞 all songs used in this are not owned by me and go to there rightful owner !! and i know harry was spotted in New York but for the purpose of this ive changed it up a bit 💗

SEPTEMBER, 2023.

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yourinstagram, The Daydreamer’s Tour. UK & Europe, 2024.

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username, no fucking way.

username, screaming crying throwing up rn

username, new album alert 👀

taylorswift, oh im so excited for you girly!!

yourinstagram, 😘😘

username, whys there only ten dates?

username, two london shows??

username, so does this mean she’s gonna release a new album??

username, oh my god i feel like i might cry.

yourinstagram, no because same

username, omg what a queen!

OCTOBER, 2023.

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yourinstagram, can’t believe im saying this but my new album ‘daydreamers’ is going to be released november 1st, it is available to pre-save right now. 💗

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username, AHHHHHH

username, i knew it

harrystyles, so proud x

yourinstagram, ❤️❤️

username, queen

username, i have no words

username, Harry being a supportive boyfriend right there

username, this isn’t about Harry this is about (Y/N)

username, let’s give her her moment pls and thx

username, I didn’t expect this ngl

louist91, proud of you girl x

DECEMBER, 2023.

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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED BUYING FLOWERS IN LONDON TODAY !!

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username, oh this is just the cutest

username, baby girl right there

username, HS4 at midnight

username, we wish

username, he’s so boyfriend

yourinstagram, pookie 🥺

username, nah tf??

username, she knows who harryflorals is??

username, for (y/n)??

username, is it weird that we can spot him even when he’s covering his face?

username, fr fr

MESSAGES.

JANUARY, 2024.

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yourinstagram, tomorrow couldn’t come sooner .

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username, umm excuse me ma’am

username, what the hell is this

harrystyles, 👀👀

username, nah tf?

username, never knew you standing on some stairs could be so attractive

username, what’s tomorrow??

annetwist, so excited darling

username, nahhhh im scared

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yourinstagram, STYLE is out now people, go stream it, go enjoy it and I’ll be seeing you all very very soon 💞

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username, she’s evil for this 😭

username, couple goals fr

username, this is the best thing that’s happened to me this year

harrystyles, am i the drama?

yourinstagram, 🫖🫖

username, i love these two together ngl

username, ahfjenahfjrhw

username, listened and loved it already hun

username, this video was everything and more baby girl

harry via instagram stories !!

FEBRUARY, 2024.

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yourinstagram, hi huns! you can read my brand new interview now with @mfasrmag and can find out all my juicy goss ! it was such a pleasure to meet all these kind people, love you bubbas 💗💞

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username, read and loved!

username, when she mentioned harry it was the cutest thing ever

gemmastyles, adored everything about this

username, 🥺

username, you were so real and raw for this

username, when you said that you were getting emotional speaking about your tour it made me want to cry with you

username, your gorgeous!

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ynupdates, excerpt from (y/n)s interview with mfasrmag 🥹

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username, okay this was absolutely adorable

username, ‘he’s my bestfriend’ like why am i sobbing??

username, this whole interview was heart wrenching

username, so your telling me you were his inspiration behind watermelon sugar?

username, LOLLLLL

username, im so glad she did this interview

username, girly you shouldn’t care what other people think about you!

MARCH, 2024.

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yourinstagram, excuse perrie staring me down for drinking a cuppa mid rehearsal, but it’s the last one before tour starts 👀 can’t wait to see your lovely faces 😘

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username, im seeing you in oslo im so excited!

username, your couldn’t come sooner enough

perrieedwards, was simply just wondering where mine was

yourinstagram, uh huh sure you were

username, i swear i only got the tickets yesterday

username, your your fits are gonna rock i can just tell

gemmastyles, so excited !!

yourinstagram, 🥹😘

username, there relationship is so cute

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yourinstagram, ‘larger than life’ a song just for you written with a very special someone. enjoy lovelie, as this is for you and everything you have done for me and continue to do for me 💞💞

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username, nahhh tf is this??

username, the day of tour???

harrystyles, it was a pleasure x

yourinstagram, ❤️

username, okay now im a sobbing mess

username, power couple right there

username, her and harry are dating?

username, they have been for the past four years

username, you and harry producing a song together??

username, y’all just know this song is going to be a masterpiece

username, this is legit ultimate couple goals ngl

taylorswift, ahhh girly this is so exciting!!

yourinstagram, 🥹😘

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ynupdates, FIRST LOOK AT YN FOR OPENING NIGHT !

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username, STOP IM DYING

username, she’s legit gorgeous!

username, greens her colour

username, like the colour of Harry’s eyes

username, imagines that’s why she chose to wear it 😭

username, she looks so happy

username, i think im in love

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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED AT YNS FIRST SHOW IN LONDON TONIGHT !

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username, oh he’s so boyfriend

username, the pink phone case 😭

username, making me go feral

username, he’s like a proud mom

username, he’s her biggest supporter

username, he better be at all of her shows 🙏🙏

harry via instagram stories !!

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ynupdates, part of yns speech during London night one !

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username, okay this is making me cry

username, she’s always have our support !

username, sobbing

username, WE??

username, i take it she means harry?

username, do they live together?

username, there so in love

username, our day one girly

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ynupdates, harry and yn leaving the venue tonight after London night one!

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username, one of the best nights of my life

username, leave the two of them alone ffs

username, she’s trying to hide her face give the two of them a break!

username, this night was better then my wedding day

username, im seeing her in five days

username, lucky

yn via instagram stories !!

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yourinstagram, wow….last night was everything and more, thank you so much to every single person that turned up and supported me, you simply don’t understand how much it means, my heart is consisting simply trying to put it into words.

first of all, i’d like to say a massive thank you to @perrieedwards for agreeing to support me through this leg of your, you were amazing and will continue to be amazing,

and to my day one, my h. my world thank you so much for every single thing that you do and please continue to inspire me say in and day out. there’s no way i would have been able to do this without you by my side. 🥹❤️

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perrieedwards, 🥹

username, perrie was actually phenomenal last night !

username, I love her relationship with harry so badly it actually hurts my heart

username, if they ever break up my life will officially be over

username, I cried when she came on stage

username, best night of my life

harrystyles, we’ll always be each other’s inspiration x

yourinstagram, forever and ever x

username, Paris couldn’t come any sooner

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Does Bruce Wayne's shop girl ever meet Batman 👀

Part One | Part Two | Masterlist | Part Four

Warnings: Cursing; attempted robbery at work; canon-typical violence

“Customer,” You manager warns. You hardly hear it over the rumbling in your stomach. 

“Can you get this one?” You pout. “I haven’t been able to take my break yet and I’m off in, like, an hour.” 

“...Customer,” She repeats unfeelingly before nodding you toward a man standing in front of a display case. You sigh softly, rounding toward them. You rarely get put on the evening shift, but whenever you do, it’s hell. You want the waiting customer to be Bruce, sure, but you don’t think that you could get that lucky twice. The thought of Bruce makes your chest flutter, and a small smile pulls at your lips. 

You’ve seen him nearly every day for the past two weeks. He’s taken you to dinner at Taco Bell, McDonald’s, back to Chef du Roi (the two of you actually made it through the meal there—and it was pretty damn good), and to a handful of other restaurants. You’ve ended nearly every evening with a walk, some nice conversation, and a kiss or two (or a few) at your door. You’ve always wanted to invite him up, but Michelle is usually there—and you always forget to ask her to clear out or make herself scarce for a couple of hours. You get so caught up in Bruce when you’re with him. 

“May I help you find something, sir?” 

“Yes…” The man’s voice is tight and high, like he’s speaking through his nose. He turns before you can ask him to elaborate, and your gut swoops low with panic and shock as he turns to face you, the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your gut. “Your safe, if you would be so kind—Don’t scream,” He warns, brows raising. “Anyone notices us going there, just tell them I’m an inspector for the security company. Any sudden moves, any funny business, you get a gut full’a lead. Nod if you understand me.” 

You nod slowly, almost on instinct. Your palms are sweaty; your heart is thudding roughly in your chest; your throat is dry, and feels as if it’s tightening by the minute. Your mind is racing, considering your exits, your outcomes. You don’t want anyone else in the store hurt—but if you try and raise the alarm, you’ll be shot—and you are so not willing to die for or at this job. 

“Alright,” The man nods. “Say yes sir, and let’s be on our way.” 

“Yes sir,” You parrot quietly. You take a step back, then whirl around, whacking and knocking a small mirror off of the counter. 

“You stupid bitch—Pick it up,” The man hisses. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” You scurry around the counter, scrabbling for the mirror. As you straighten, you nudge the silent alarm with your knuckle. You set the mirror on the counter, holding up your shaking, apologetic hands before gesturing him down the hall. “Please, follow me.” 

You make it a point not to make eye contact with your manager—hell, you don’t look at anyone. You don’t dare. You’re afraid your fear will read too clearly on your face, and you don’t want to raise anyone’s hackles. You still don’t think if the way you nudged the button will even draw a response team; you don’t know what the man will do once the team of responders makes it—if they make it. You’ll have one more chance at the safe, at least. 

You lead the way into the hallway, taking slow, measured steps. You reach the office, pushing the door open and leading the way to the safe. You glance back, your panic welling as the man shuts and locks the door behind you. You crouch down slowly, pulling the door to the safe open. You bite your lip, fingers hovering over the buttons. 

“Go on.” 

You can’t. You can’t—Christ, what’s the duress code? You hurriedly jab the first numbers that come to mind—9-1-1-9. The safe beeps three times, the small display light flashing yellow. 

“Open it!” The man demands. You gasp, drawing in a wince as he presses the muzzle of the gun to your temple. You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping your apology out and hurriedly putting in the right code. The safe beeps once, light flashing green. You scurry out of the way as the man gives your head a shove. You push yourself into the very corner of the office, cowering as he rakes cash and repaired jewelry into his bag. You draw in steady, even breaths, swallowing thickly. If you can keep breathing, you’ll make it through this. You’ll be home in no time—you’ll be telling Michelle about the crazy day you had at work—

You go still as you hear someone pounding on the door. You think it must be your manager, but—

“Open up! This is the police!” 

You glance nervously between the robber and the door. Damn, you wish they hadn’t said that; why couldn’t they just have busted the fucking door down?

“What the fuck did you do?” 

Ice trickles through your veins as the man stands slowly; cash is sticking out of his pockets, out of his bag; he’s raising his gun to point at you. 

“What the fuck did you do?”  He repeats in a yell. 

“N-nothing, nothing, I didn’t do anything—” You babble desperately, holding your hands up in front of your face. You can’t look anywhere else but at the man, and his gun—and oh, god, you’re going to die in the back office of a job that you hate—

You hear a crash!, and you scream, raising your hands to cover your face. You expect searing pain, but you feel nothing but the rush of wind. You shouldn’t be able to feel anything of the sort—the window is shut. Then, you hear the desk being shoved aside, and the grunts and groans of the robber. Opening your eyes and peering through your fingers, your view is briefly shrouded in black. You watch, stunned, as the cape of the Batman sways and bobs with his movements. You back up even more, pressing yourself against the wall as the caped crusader turns to face you. 

Your gaze nervously sweeps his stormy expression—the darkness around his eyes, and the stern set to his jaw. Before you can say or do a thing—before you can thank him—he turns, breaking through the window. You jump up, stumbling over the unconscious robber, and leaning out of the window to catch sight of him. You can’t, though—he’s gone already. You peer into the night regardless, even as the cops bust into the room and demand the unconscious robber put the gun down. 

--  

You jump slightly at the sound of the knock on your bedroom door. 

“Are you awake?” Michelle’s voice is muffled. You’re tempted to stay quiet. You already told her that you don’t really want to talk about what happened, that you’re just not ready. Filing the report with the police had been hell; having a microphone shoved into your face as by Gotham News as you'd tried to go home had been worse. You’ve just gotten off of the phone with your parents, and the conversation had been less than ideal. You’ve been planning on crying yourself to sleep. 

“Your friend is here,” Michelle tacks on. You frown. Your friend? What friend? You don’t know who it could possibly—

“The rich one?” Michelle adds. 

Oh—No—

“Hang on,” You hurry to call back. You stand, looking around your bedroom. Shit. Shit. Bruce Wayne is here, now? You haven’t had time to prep—to clean, to put on something cute, nothing of the sort. Oh, hell. What’s he doing here? Why didn’t he just call or text? This is the one time you don’t want to see him in person. 

You hurry over to your mirror, peering into it. Crap. You swipe the tears from your cheeks, blinking hurriedly. God, you look like a damn mess. You neaten your hair, smooth your hands over your heated cheeks. 

“Just a sec,” You call back again before you run over to the chair in the corner of your room. You sweep all of the clothing there into your arms and turn away, shoving it into the closet. You push that door shut before you hurry over to the door. You hurriedly flip on the switch for the string lights hung around your room, then shut off the overhead light. Maybe this’ll make how tired you look seem a little more romantic. You draw in a deep breath before you open the door. 

Bruce is leaning in your doorframe, gaze set downward. As you pull the door open, he glances up at you, a smile on his lips. 

“That was more than a sec,” He teases. You laugh nervously. 

“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” You take a step back, nodding Bruce inside. “I wasn’t expecting you over, that’s all.” 

“I was in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop by,” He says, beginning to stroll around your bedroom.

“You were in this neighborhood?” You scoff, unable to help it. “Why?” 

“Just needed to get out.” 

“Made Alfred drive you?” 

He smiles a touch. “No. I’ll have you know that he has the night off.” 

“Lucky Alfred.” 

“...Also, I, uh…” Bruce seems to lean in, peering at your bookshelf. “I saw something on the news.” 

“Oh? Fireman help a kitten out of a tree?” 

“...That,” He turns to face you, “And the robbery at the store.” 

“Attempted robbery,” You correct in a mutter. 

“Right, the uh…Batman.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you okay?” 

You should say yes. You should tell Bruce that you’re totally fine, and ask him to take you to Chipotle. You’re actually still quite hungry—but hey, almost being shot will work up an appetite, right? You should keep your answer light. 

But the events of the day are still in your mind; your conversation with your mom, with her urging you to come to Metropolis, and to leave the only home you’ve ever known, is still running through your ears. 

You open your mouth to answer him, but no words come out. You hear yourself loose a small, broken little sob. You raise your hand to cover your mouth, embarrassment bubbling up as you curl your arm around your middle, taking a step back. Before you can apologize, Bruce crosses the room, drawing you into his chest. You lean into him heavily, hiding your face in his shoulder. You shudder with sobs, fingers curling in the fabric of his sweater. Bruce doesn’t tut or tell you that it’s alright, or that there’s no reason for you to cry. He just rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb sweeping comfortingly along your nape. 

--  

“...You better not be going into work tomorrow.” 

The warning is murmured against your temple. You smile and sniffle, shifting just a little where you’re curled up against his chest. The two of you have been laying on your bed for nearly an hour now. Neither of you have spoken much. He’s simply let you cry it out. He hasn’t even grappled with the fact that your tears have left a damp patch on his sweater. 

“I have to. I’ve got opening shift.” 

“Don’t go.” 

“I have to.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

You don’t gripe with him, though it would be easy to. You don’t tell him that rent is due soon; you don’t tell him that January commissions on discounted stock can be pretty damn good, and that you’re trying to save up to go see your parents in Metropolis. You just look down at where he’s holding your hand. 

“It’s better if I go in right away. If I let fear keep me out of there, I won’t ever go back.” 

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just brushes his lips against your forehead, his thumb sweeping the side of your hand. 

“Tell you what,” He murmurs, “You’re braver than I am.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. I’m saying it.” 

You chuckle softly, tipping your head back to look at him. 

“Thank you for coming over.” 

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Bruce murmurs, stroking his knuckles along your cheek. 

“Careful, Mr. Wayne. I’ll start to think you have a soft spot for me.” 

“Hardly the worst perception people have had of me.”

“How do you think the Gazette would take it if I told them that you can be quite sweet when you want to be?” 

“Don’t you dare. You’d ruin my public image.” 

Part Four

[valiantstarlights]

Okay I have GOT to know what “Hflwaohfpufw” is 😂

🤘five-and-dimes

*checks notes because I genuinely don't remember what it's about* 😂

*reads notes* ...Oh. 👀 It's a spicy dreamling fic. Except it starts out as crack. 🤨 I think this was the time I came across the breasted boobily post, yelled for five minutes straight, and then opened my notes app and wrote spicily. 😂

It starts with a sad Hob wandering around the Dreaming library after a long day at work. Too many students writing about Shakespeare being awesome, you know? 🥺 Lucienne takes pity on him and directs him to the smutty crack novels section, so he can cheer himself up (and allow her to do her duties on the other side of the library).

So Hob has a good time reading absolutely terrible smut. As a treat(?), here's one of the passages: "He licked madly at her cave of wonders, his tongue spelling abracadabra in cursive. She screamed bloody murder and writhed against her restraints like a chained zombie."

After an hour or so, Dream finds Hob still in that section, laughing his ass off and wiping happy tears from his eyes. (Dream was doing his duties, but came as soon as he could after Matthew informed him that Hob was in the library being sad.)

Domestic fluff ensues. That is, until Dream sees what Hob is reading, and his eyes suddenly become dark with spicy intentions. 😏 Like, oh, are you here because you couldn't wait for me to take care of you? Hob denies this, of course; Lucienne was the one who directed him to this section of the library. But Dream is in the mood now, and doesn't Hob want to hear how the Lord of Dreams talks dirty? It's going to be so much better than the porn he's reading, and he's gonna wake up refreshed. ✨

Hob agrees after a few steamy kisses, and confesses that he's been wanting to warm Dream all day because he was so stressed, and being good for Dream calms him down. Dream smiles and parts his legs, allowing Hob to kneel between them. He tells Hob that he's going to read what Hob has been reading while Hob warms him, just to see why it makes him laugh.

--

Hob finds himself floating as he holds Dream's cock inside his mouth, nose pressed against the dark pubic hair and head resting on Dream's thigh. Above him, Dream runs his fingers through his hair with long, skillful fingers.

Dream lets out an amused hum as he turns a page. "I can see why this entertained you. It's very...graphic, albeit in a ludicrous way." Dream tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and grazes the nail of his forefinger lightly against the shell. Hob moans around him and squirms, his own neglected cock stirring at the gesture. "Were you turned on, Hob? While reading?"

Hob shakes his head a little, mindful of his teeth. Fuck no. He was the farthest thing from turned on while reading...whatever that was. He might be a freak, but he's not that freaky.

Dream chuckles as if he heard Hob's thoughts and goes to set aside the book he's holding. "And now?" he asks. Hob feels Dream shifting his weight, and he moves obediently as Dream slots one leg between Hob's own. He chokes on a moan as he feels Dream nudging his stiffening cock with his shin. Does Dream want him to hump his leg like a dog? Because he would. He's not above doing something like that. But only if Dream wants him to. Only if Dream commands him to.

"Good boy," Dream says, when Hob just whimpers but doesn't move. He is rewarded by Dream grinding his leg against his cock. "Can you come like this, my love? Or shall I make you come untouched with just my voice?"

--

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[candyskiez]

Saw ur also a ???% fan… 👀

Care to share your thoughts around him? Or headcanons if you have them? :D

1. You just noticed? I have NOT been talking enough about him then. I will rectify this immediately. (This is a joke you're good)

2. SO.

These will be scattered. Because I am a very scattered person.

I will flip flop between if I like the disconnect between ???% and Mob better as a plural thing or an allegory .I like both! Both is good! He's so fascinating as an allegory but also he's the most accurate representation of being plural I've ever seen and it's not even canon. So like. Two cakes!

I will always be insane about the manga version of confession arc. Hold on I need to talk about this in detail or I'll actually die.

His fucking. His fucking talk with Mob. "And you were never...never...looking at me." WHAT IF I SCREAM. Literally everything he says to Mob is so interesting and also relatable as shit whether you view it as plural or as an allegory. Both is good. Like you can view him telling Mob he forgot to protect himself and all that shit as like "You only do these good things to ease your own guilt. You don't actually want to be around people. You're selfish. This is who I am. I want to be able to exist without trying to be normal. I want to be able to be seen and not be harmed for it. I am tired of everyone ignoring this part of me because they prefer you. Would they actually do what I've done for them, or are they using me?" Like. Holy shit. It's so so fucking OW especially as an autistic person. But also as a system it's so easy to read him going "You pushed all the memories you didn't want onto me. You let me handle the things you didn't want. You shoved everything onto me, and I took it with stride because I loved you. You let me take all the hard things so you didn't have to face them, because you're a coward. This is my body too. This is my life too. Why don't I get to have that? Why do I have to give it up because you don't want me? They're my family too. You don't get to decide I don't deserve to exist because you hate yourself too much to admit I'm here." Like. Its so easy to read it as him being a protector who is SO fucking resentful of all the shit he's had to deal with, all the memories he has to hold alone, all of the shit he's experienced, and not a sliver of gratitude. Like goddamn does it remind me of my experience being a system. Either way the distance from him and the relationship between him and Mob has been my favorite part of the show since I started watching. And the manga is even more interesting and it's so!!!!!!!!!!!

More confession manga thoughts!! Him saying "Ritsu is my little brother. He was calling me Nii-san." Is so. He said that when Mob asked who he was. He viewed that as a solid part of his identity. RITSU is a massive part of his identity. Does he view Mob as not Ritsu's brother then? Does he feel like he was cheated out of his own family? I wouldn't be surprised nor would I blame him for feeling like that.

And even more confession arc shit. Hi. Thinks about how ???% in the anime at least had to steel himself before raising his hand at Reigen. He hates him but he still cares about him. He hates him but that guy raised him as much as his parents did. Clawing at the walls.

Actually y'know what I haven't talked about my thoughts on Reigen and ???% with anyone but the friend that I watched the show with and that is a tragedy that will not stand. ???% hates Reigen so so much but also cares SO much about him. Thinks about he passed out the second Reigen told him his parents were fine, and contrast that to him saying that he can't listen to Reigen in confession. He knows that if he listens to Reigen he'll believe him and that fucking terrifies him. He'll follow after Reigen because he means the world to him, because that man raised him, because he just wants him to be proud of him so fucking badly. He'll go back to being miserable and trapped, and everyone will go back to pretending he doesn't exist. He's terrified of Reigen, I think, because he knows Reigen is a good liar. Reigen can make him believe things. And he doesn't like that. He doesn't like how gullible he actually is. That's why he doesn't trust anyone- he's gullible enough to believe anything, so he has to distrust ANYTHING, no matter how much sense it makes, because he knows he can't trust his own judgement. He's been tricked before. He'll be tricked again. Don't trust anyone. Don't trust anything you see. This is another thing that works with either autism or plurality. The autism trauma of being lied to and deceived as "jokes" constantly turning you into a trust issue riddled mess that doesn't trust your own judgement or view of people, or a traumatized protector who FORMED to help you deal with people taking advantage of you and now distrusts everyone you love because "it happened before, it'll happen again, i wont let it happen." Or both!

God. I just LOVE ???% y'all don't understand. He's everything to me. Please god read the manga. I don't know if the translation I read was completely accurate, but I love the manga and anime both so so much. ???% is my favorite character as anyone who knows me can tell you and I will never shut up about him. My GUY