#now if you mind I'm going to go lay down and cry because of Ghost Egon

[egonspenglershusband]

Egon looks really fucking good with a beard

That's it that's the whole post just me noting the fact that Egon looks really good with facial hair

[heizouz]

May I request some genshin characters reacting to you squirting for the first time? 🫣

nsfw dom!ningguang + sub!afab reader, dom!ayato + sub!afab reader, sub!gorou + dom!afab reader

hello omg u didn't specify what characters so i hope u don't mind i just picked randomly! also my first time writing sub reader so i hope it's okay 🤞🏻 anyway i hope this is alright, sorry they're kinda short!! btw always feel free to request in my asks or dms!!

NINGGUANG — on her fingers

ningguang is a clean freak. she hates anything out of place or so dirty that she's unable to clean it. so you're used to having things slow, loving and soft as she coaxes an orgasm or two out of you.

but ningguang was stressed and when you surprised her on the bed with nothing but a small silk dress when she came home, she had the perfect opportunity to just let it all out.

"you're so good for me, darling." ningguang whispers, her fingers stuffed in your cunt as your back lays against her chest.

you must've cum three times by now, and she was showing no signs of stopping.

you whine out, hands gripping ningguang's wrist in a silent plea, "ple-please, ningguang. 's too much!"

the woman coos, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek with a small grin, "it's never too much for you, darling. you can do at least one more for me."

it sounded more of a demand than a question and you pant, chest heaving quickly as her fingers relentlessly pound into you. ningguang is lathering in your moans and whines, entranced by the way you don't seem to stop dripping onto her fingers.

your thighs begin to shake once she angles her wrist to hit directly where you need it most and you cry out, fingers curling tight around her wrist, "mh-ningguang! i'm-" you throw your head back, hips bucking towards her hand.

ningguang practically purrs, free hand going to turn your head so she can look into your eyes, "go on, love."

you shake your head, core burning hot and thighs threatening to slam shut around ningguang's hand, "n-no, i'm-"

you practically scream as you gush around her fingers, spilling all over the sheets and her hand and ningguang's eyes widen. it's so messy. she stops moving her fingers as you squirt around them, nearly pushing them out entirely and she just watches, gold eyes transfixed on the way your entire body shakes and your lips never fail to let out pretty whimpers.

ningguang doesn't even think about how messy it will be to clean up as she lets out a small "oh my" merely at the sight of you. she doesn't waste a second and her fingers begin moving again, even before you finish because she's so eager to push another one out of you.

⭐

AYATO — on his cock

ayato loves to put you on display. he finds watching you and how you fall apart from his touches so incredibly attractive.

so you find yourself with your legs spread in front of the full body mirror in his bedroom, his cock pounding into you from behind, your back against his chest as he holds you up with an arm around your front.

you're wailing, hands grabbing his forearm to stop yourself from collapsing, "so good.. ah, so good."

ayato chuckles deeply into your ear and you shiver slightly. his hand falls to run down your side, squeezing your hip gently and you clench around his cock. "good girl." he moans with a smile, eyes locking onto your lidded ones in the mirror to watch your reaction as his hand slips lower.

you jolt when his fingers ghost over your clit, a whine ripping from your throat and you buck against his hand, his cock slipping impossibly deeper into you.

"look at you." ayato almost coos, his fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts and he ever so slightly turns your head to make you watch yourself in the mirror. it's so obscene. you're dripping around his cock, breathing rapidly and your legs are spread open as you watch ayato's cock pound into you.

"'m gonna- i'm gonna cum, 'yato." you gasp out, hips moving to meet ayato's thrusts. at that, he speeds up his fingers on your clit, groaning into your ear as you squeeze around his cock.

his eyes are dark, staring at your form in the mirror and the image alone makes you cum. you spill around his cock with a choked whine, gripping ayato's forearm as you thrash in his hold. ayato's lips break into a smirk as you squirt around his cock, making a mess down your thighs and his dick, even onto the mirror in front of you.

whimpers escape your lips when ayato's fingers slow on your pussy, but his hips are relentless. "shit, sweetheart. i didn't know you could do that," his grip loosens slightly around you when you melt into him, thighs shaking and pussy still gushing around him, "we're gonna get another one out of you, okay darling?" his voice is sweet but his gaze is dark and full of lust when he stares at your through the mirror, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over until you can't breathe.

⭐

GOROU — on his tongue

you adore gorou's attention on you. wherever you go, he follows, like a puppy on a leash. he will do as you say, even before you finish your request, and he'll come back, tail wagging, face beaming because he's just happy to serve you.

it's always you first.

gorou's hips cant against the bed sheets, cock straining in his pants as he rolls his hips with soft whimpers. his face is buried in your cunt, eyes closed, tongue digging into your folds as he holds your legs open with his hands.

your moans fill the room, along with gorou's sweet whimpers. "tha-ah-that's it, puppy." the man softens at the name, eyes cracking open to glance up at you with dark glowing eyes and you groan, fingers reaching out to card into his hair.

he leans into the touch, tongue never leaving your wet cunt as he stares up at you to watch your reactions. your legs almost close around his head when he pulls away only to kiss over your clit before sucking gently, but his hands keep your thighs wide open. gorou whines, eyebrows furrowing and he licks over your clit just to hear the moans rip from your lips.

"gorou, fuck-" you relax into the bed, both hands going to pull at his hair to keep his face against you, "i'm gonna cum, baby. keep going."

gorou whines, pressing his cock hard into the bed at how tightly you tug his hair and per your request, he flattens his tongue against your folds, slightly dipping into your hole before he sucks on your clit again. you cry out, eyes shutting but gorou keeps his on you the entire time.

he does it again, panting against your pussy, hands keeping your legs apart tightly and you let go with a needy whine.

gorou's eyes practically sparkle when you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and you squirt on his tongue. your hands tug on his soft hair harshly as he refuses to move from your cunt, lapping at your wetness with a pleased hum.

"g-gorou, baby, fuck- good boy- g-good boy." you ramble, hips bucking against his mouth and he lets you use his face. you're dripping down his chin, onto the sheets and gorou is beaming because he's never made you do that before.

"hm, so pretty." gorou mumbles once you let go of his hair and he pulls away from your sensitive core. he leans forward to lick a long stripe across your folds to help you come down and you gasp, dark eyes flitting to his pretty face. "was i good?" he asks, big eyes blinking up at you innocently as if he hadn't just made you gush all over his face.

"yes," you gasp, head falling back with a slight smile, "so good, puppy."

[toruro]

love you twice — j. wonwoo x reader — part one

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

description: in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn.

“so, you’re just going to pretend like you aren’t avoiding me?” wonwoo asks with a brow raised, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. heat flourishes at the tip of your ears as you turn away from his gaze. “i’m not avoiding you mr. jeon,” you mutter, suddenly realizing you’ve just been caught in his trap. he takes a step forward and you back up against the wall as he leans in so his lips are ghosting your ear. "really?" wonwoo murmurs, "because i think you're lying." you both stay like that for a few moments before coming to your senses. he steps away with a heavy breath. "i'm sorry. you can get going if you—" you aren't sure what possesses you in that moment but you just can't allow him to finish what he's saying, grabbing him by the collar and slamming your lips on his.

tags/warnings: sexual content (18+), first-grade-teacher!wonwoo, mother!reader, fluff, angst (light), reader is jun's cousin, dirty talk, sexual tension, tension in general lol, unedited

w/c: 6.7k

a/n: this thought came to mind like once and i just *had* to write it because oh my god???? i hope u like reading this as much as i liked writing it! please reblog and like if you enjoyed, it would mean the world to me c:

“Fuck, yeah,” the pretty man above you grunts into your shoulder as he fucks into you, the drag of his fat cock against your gummy walls having you writhe in pleasure under him. Your fingers reach up and claw at his back, and if the digging of your nails into his skin is hurting, his only response is another deep, guttural groan of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out when his thick tip is hitting that one spot which has your toes curling, throwing your head back into his mattress, weakly bringing your hips up to try and sync with his thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. “Right there—right—ah! There!”

He continues to batter his length into you after your pleas, muttering out words of praise—“good girl—fuck—holding me so tight, so good,” and the words are going through your ears and straight down to your hot, sopping core because holy hell this man is amazing at dirty talk.

You’re so fucked through that you can’t even remember how you ended up here—all you know is that you were finally left with a free night when your cousin offered to take care of Kei for the night when you expressed the need to have just a little time to yourself. The last thing that comes to your mind at the moment is how you were at a club and somehow managed to end up here, in the bed of an extremely attractive man who seems to know exactly what to do with his mouth, his hands, his dick.

It’s a passing thought that the shame will hit you eventually, but right now all you can think about is how long it’s been since you got laid and how you never, ever remember sex feeling this good. You aren’t sure if it’s just this guy that is amazing or if you’re just really needy and desperate but—oh fuck, he’s slamming into you so hard and there’s that pulse that rumbles deep inside of your core and it has you moaning loud. Okay so, it’s definitely the fact that he might be your best lay pretty much ever, and it has you squirming around as you babble, “‘m gonna cum—I—fuck, I’m cumming!”

The waves of hot, white pleasure hit you hard and it has tears welling up in your eyes as you feel him let out his own moan from the way you’re squeezing him so tight, the feeling of his warm cum filling up the condom as he thrusts into you a few last times. You two stay like that for a moment, his hands on either side of your head holding his body above yours, as you both inhale and exhale deeply trying to catch your spent breath.

After a minute, he’s pushing himself off of you and off the bed, pulling off the condom to throw it out without a word. You take this as your cue to get up and start picking up your clothes, squeaking a little as a dull ache resides in your legs. You catch him looking at you at the sound, and you swear there’s a hint of a smirk on his face, but in the dark of the room you can’t quite tell. As you lean down to slip on your panties, he finally speaks.

“You can use my shower, even if you don’t plan on staying.”

You glance up at him with a chuckle, saying, “You like keeping your one night stands over for breakfast? What a gentleman.” He rolls his, pulling on some pants as he does so.

“Is there something wrong with being hospitable to someone who looks like they can hardly walk?”

“I suppose not,” you hum, ignoring the flush of your cheeks at his sly comment. “I appreciate the offer, but I have to get home—I have someone waiting for me,” you explain, a small smile creeping its way onto your face as you think about Kei. He looks at you for a second, a confused and honestly slightly mortified expression donning his face. Your eyes widen as you realize what that must have sounded like, and you throw up your hands and shake your head. “I don’t mean it like that—I—fuck—I’m not cheating on anyone! I meant something else!”

He gives you a funny look, replying, “I’ll choose to trust you on that, for the sake of my own sanity. I wouldn’t want to know that I’m the cause of a failed marriage or something.”

You grumble as you pull on your shirt, checking your pockets and purse to see if there’s anything missing. “No failed marriages here,” you laugh, tone slightly bitter before you brush it off. “Anyways, you should choose to trust me because I am telling the truth,” you counter as he watches you make your way to the exit. “I guess it doesn’t really matter, since I probably won’t see you again.”

“Too bad,” he grins as you approach his apartment’s door, slipping on your shoes. “That was fun.”

You inwardly bite your cheek at his shamelessness, looking away. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, I guess,” you huff nonchalantly. “Anyways, thank you for this night. I kind of really needed this,” you admit, and then you’re slipping out of the door before he even has a chance to respond.

When you return to your apartment, you’re greeted by Jun at the door, lips somewhat in a grimace as you find Kei asleep in his arms. “Sorry, he kept saying he wanted to wait for you and he wouldn’t go to sleep so I tried to put on some show for him but then he fell asleep on my lap but I didn’t want to move until you came back,” he explains as he braces Kei under the arms so he can hand him over to you.

“Aw,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to your son's forehead as you look up at Jun. “Thank you so much for this, Jun, it really means a lot.”

He brings a hand up to the back of his neck and chuckles, waving his hand at you. “Don’t worry about it. I know you needed this,” he says, following you to your bedroom to help you set up the bed for Kei. “I got him to brush his teeth and all, so all that stuff is in set. Is there anything else you need help with?” he offers as you finish up tucking Kei into bed, walking out of the room as you shut off the lights.

“No, I think it’s okay,” you tell him honestly, leaning against the kitchen counter to catch up with Jun for a few minutes.

“Okay well, d’you have fun?” Jun asks, and he doesn’t give you the chance to respond before saying, “Seems like you did,” he snickers, pointing to your neck. Your hands fly up to your neck with wide eyes as you remember that your fuck buddy for the night was quite literally all over you.

“Whatever,” you respond with a roll of your eyes, “it’s just one night, and I swear I just needed to let loose a little.” You sigh deeply, and Jun sends you a look of sympathy.

“Everything alright?”

Your shoulders slump as rest your weight on the counter, leaning into Jun has he wraps a shoulder around your arm comfortingly. "It's just—ugh—Kei is starting first grade in two days and I just...I don't know how to feel."

"That makes sense," Jun agrees, "but it's good that he got into that school you'd been trying to get him into, right?"

"Yeah," you sigh again. "Fuck, that was really hard—I had to beg that principal to let him in 'cause they were full and it was a pain in the ass, but it is a really good school so I guess it makes sense." Jun hums in response, encouraging you to go on. "I guess it's just that I'm worried for him? It's only been me and him, you know, so I'm nervous. I know it's a good school, I just hope he's gonna be in good hands."

"Trust me, Kei is an amazing kid, so he'll be able to thrive anywhere. And if the school isn't up to your liking, you always have the option of transferring him out—after all, he's only in first grade so switching schools shouldn't be a problem," Jun explains to you, leaving your side to bring you a glass of water.

"Thank you," you say honestly as you gulp it down. “I think I needed that.”

“No problem. Is there anything else you want to talk about? You know I’m always open ears.”

You throw Jun a smile as you push yourself off the counter. “Yeah, I know, and I appreciate you for that, but honestly, all I need right now is to change into my pajamas and crash into the bed,” you tell him as he slips on his shoes at the doorway, picking up his backpack.

“Alright, alright. Let me know if you need any help or anything. I’m gonna get going now.”

“Thank you again,” you say as you open the door for him. Jun smiles and waves at you, bidding goodnight before he’s walking down the hallway and out of your sight. Once you close the door behind you, you waste no time getting into your bathroom and rinsing your body off, slipping into a much more comfortable set of clothes.

It's around ten minutes later when you're finally done with cleaning yourself and the room up one last time before crawling into the bed next to Kei. As you pull the covers over you both, you feel the exhaustion from the entire day fully engulf you, and before you know it, you're being thrown into a deep slumber.

The next day is Sunday and you spend each minute biting your nails and stressing over anything and everything. Kei’s going to be going to an actual school for the first time ever tomorrow and you can’t help but notice a buzzing instinct that something—just something—unexpected will happen. You can’t quite place your suspicions on something just yet, but the thoughts have you going crazy to the point where you have to call Jun in the night so he can calm you down.

“What if—what if—?” your frantic thoughts are cut off by Jun.

“Okay look I know you’re stressed but maybe you’re making this harder on yourself than it needs to be. You’ve thought of everything and like maybe 0.01% of the scenarios are actually even feasible, so trust me when I say nothing’s going to go wrong.

“But what if—”

“No what if’s!” Jun exclaims exasperatedly, “or else I’m going to come and take Kei to school myself tomorrow because god knows you’re not in the right mind right now.”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll stop!” you surrender in defeat, sighing as Kei comes up to you to show you a drawing he made. “I’m gonna get back to making dinner, Jun,” you say through the phone before squatting down.

“Okay, talk to you later. Try not to lose your mind,” Jun advises, causing you to chuckle as you hang hup, turning your full attention to your son.

“Hey Kei-Kei,” you say sweetly, patting his head as he looks down at the paper in his hands. “What’cha have there?” you ask curiously, scooching closer as he holds up the paper.

“It’s the new school, Mommy,” he explains, holding up a colored drawing of a school and a stick figure of you with an (adorably) abnormally large head holding the hand of a stick figure of him. “An’ there’s you an’ there’s me!”

Your heart swells as you stand up holding the paper, using a magnet to put it up on the fridge. “I love it Kei, you’re such a good artist!” you exclaim, swooping down to pick him up. “You excited for school tomorrow?”

“Yeah!”

“Your teacher’s name’s gonna be Mr. Jeon okay? That’s what the principal told me,” you tell him carefully, setting him down at his elevated seat at the dinner table. “Be nice to him okay? You need to respect teachers.”

“Yes Mommy,” Kei nods along enthusiastically as he watches you go to the kitchen and bring him some rice and curry.

“You remember the plan? I’ll drop you off but I don’t think I can stay long enough to go with you inside ‘cause I have work, okay?” Kei only half-mindedly nods his head as he dives into the food that you’ve set for him, but you don’t have the heart to blame him—after all, this is probably the fifth time you repeated this to him today. “I’ll be there right after school ends though,” you tell him, reminding yourself of the parent-teacher meeting Kei’s teacher had arranged to introduce himself to the parents.

“Okay,” Kei responds, his mouth stuffed with rice and curry smeared on his chin. He looks up at you innocently and you can’t help but giggle, his smile washing all your worries away.

As you clean up his face, you remind yourself of Jun’s words from earlier. Everything’s going to be okay.

And for the most part, everything is okay. In fact, everything’s going great, from Kei’s smooth drop off at his new school, to when you set foot on campus with five minutes to spare before the teacher meeting. There’s a big fat grin plastered on your face as you realize that maybe your hunch that something was going to go wrong was nothing more than that—just a hunch.

Now this is the part where you think you should have known better.

Once the final school bell rings, there are students rushing out of classrooms as you among a few other parents gather around the room that is 103, waiting to see your children and their teacher. As you all form in a line by the door, there’s a slightly older woman standing next to you wearing a kind smile.

“Are you here to see Mr. Jeon?” she asks you. Her warmth grows on you as you smile and nod.

“Yes! I assume you are too?”

“Mhm,” she nods, “I’ve been so excited! He’s a fairly young teacher, you know?”

“Is that so so,” you murmur, “my son is new to the school and all, so we aren’t really familiar with any of the teachers. Does Mr. Jeon have a good reputation?”

The lady shrugs. “I’ve heard he’s quite good with the kids, but I’d hope he was since he’s a first grade teacher…” she jokes. “I haven’t heard anything bad about him, if that’s what you’re asking. What I have heard though, is that he is quite nice to look at!”

You let out a small chuckle at that, amused by the idea of a man who has the parents of his students gossiping about his looks.

“Oh!” the lady exclaims, straightening her back. “Looks like they’re about to come!”

You peer over the shoulder of the father of another student in front of you, watching as the door opens slowly and a rush of Kei-sized children run out. Your smile brightens as your eyes land on your son, calling out his name so that he can run up to you and into your lifting arms. Picking him up, you have time to observe the obvious grin he has plastered on his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey Kei-Kei,” you say sweetly. “How was your first day of school?”

“It was so much fun Mommy! Mr. Jeon says he’s gonna talk to all of you,” he said, pointing at all the other adults greeting their kids.

“Yeah, that’s right!” you tell him, setting him down. You’re about to say something else before you hear a deep, familiar voice—it hardly takes you a second to realize who it is, and you freeze in your tracks. Your face grows pale as you brace yourself for what you’re about to see and hear—you’re lucky you’re standing in the back so he can’t see you and the million thoughts that are evidently running through your mind..

“Hello everyone, I’m glad you could make it today. I’m Jeon Wonwoo, and as you know, I’m your child’s teacher. I’m excited to start things off on a high note. You can have your child play on the playground during the meeting, since we still have our supervisors out to watch them."

Mr. Jeon. Jeon Wonwoo. Wonwoo. Him .

You should have known that your mother instincts were too accurate—the universe just had to throw you a curveball. You chew on your tongue for a moment figuring out how to handle this situation as you lean down closer to Kei, nodding to him when he looks over at you for permission to follow his newly-made friends to the playground. Taking a deep breath as you watch Kei skip away, you glance over at him , who luckily hasn’t seemed to notice you.

Straightening your back as all of the young kids happily follow each other outside, the hallway is finally only left with him and the parents. “Okay, you guys can come in, I’ve made room for you all to stand around the back since I doubt any of you will fit into your child’s chair,” Mr. Jeon jokes, and while most others laugh, there’s a pit of anxiety gnawing at your stomach that has you going stiff. He moves aside a little, making way for the parents to enter the classroom and greeting each one individually.

Suddenly your breath is caught in your throat and you glance around you, excusing yourself from the lady next to you so you can shuffle to the back of the line, pretending to look through something in your purse. You aren’t even sure what you’re trying to do, but all you know is that you just need a moment to collect yourself, your thoughts. Luck must not be on your side though, as before you know it, the last person in front of you has entered the classroom leaving you dead in your tracks and staring at Mr. Jeon , who’s eyes haven’t turned fully towards you yet.

Maybe this is your last chance to run , you think quickly, but you remind yourself that embarrassing or not, this is for Kei and you’d be damned to miss this meeting. That and the fact that maybe you’re just a little happy that you’re seeing this attractive man again and— no! You scold yourself, don’t think like that!

You shake yourself of such dirty, such inappropriate thoughts when you finally catch his eyes landing on you. That’s when you see it‚ the way his eyes widen slightly as he takes in your figure. He recognizes you, you’re sure of it. His hand is already reaching out to shake yours but it stops midway as you both take a moment to stare at each other before he’s quickly clearing his throat and looking away for a second.

“H-hi,” he says, pursing his lips together after realizing he fucking stuttered. “Nice to meet you. You must be Kei’s mother?” he asks, avoiding the fat fucking elephant in the room. You shyly reach out and shake his hand, fruitlessly trying to ignore the memory of these very fingers being plunged knuckle deep inside of you less than two nights ago.

“Um, yeah, that’s me,” you reply quieter than you want, suddenly finding it unable to meet his gaze as the pads of his fingers brush against your skin. “Nice to meet you too. Kei’s been, um, excited to start school here,” you say louder as you try to avert your attention away from what you’re both thinking about, “so I hope you can make his time here a good one.” Mr. Jeon presses his lips into a smile and you want to bash your head into the wall at how sincere he looks.

“I’ll do my best,” he says, before raising a brow and pointing toward the room. You follow his direction and stand by the other parents who are lined up at the back of the classroom, Mr. Jeon following in behind you and making his way to the front of the classroom.

From there the meeting begins, and he goes over a small presentation over the daily activities of his class, classroom expectations, and such forth. You pay attention to the best of your ability, you really do, but sometimes you find your eyes drifting away from the projector screen and toward his arms that are on show with his short sleeve shirt, your mind trailing off to a place that it definitely shouldn’t. You catch yourself quickly though, mentally reprimanding yourself and turning your attention back to the presentation.

He finishes up the meeting with a list of his contacts and you quickly bring out your phone, along with others, to list down his email and phone number (only for the reason of Kei’s education, of course). “If you have any questions, you can ask me now. If not, you’re free to go!” There’s a series of “thank you’s” that echo through the room as some approach Mr. Jeon and others, like you, shuffle out of the classroom. You can’t lie, your steps are quick and you’re nearly running out of the room so fast that you don’t catch the way his eyes linger on your back as you exit.

“He said I’m a great artist! We did some coloring and he said my flower looked really nice.”

“Well he didn’t lie,” you tell your son as you pull up to the parking lot for your apartment complex. “You are a great artist, Kei,” you say as you get out of your seat and pull your work bag with you, then help Kei get out too. “Tell you what Kei-Kei—you want to go to a restaurant tonight?”

The way his smile is so bright and infectious when he’s nodding yes has you leaning down and squeezing him into a hug as you both make your way to your apartment. The rest of the evening is spent with you cleaning Kei up and finishing up your own work—now that Kei isn’t going to full day care, you’re going to have to go to work for half the day so you can pick him up, leaving more work for you in the evenings.

Tonight, you’re determined to finish up your work quickly so you can take yourself and Kei out to dinner at some burger joint as a celebration for his first day of school. By the time you’re home, Kei is exhausted and nearly falling asleep in your arms as you carry him up. Setting him down and tucking him into bed is the last thing you do before going to the living room and sinking down into your couch, sighing out of your own fatigue.

You’d think you don’t have enough energy to think about anything else, but once you’ve cleaned up and are trudging to crash onto your bed, those thoughts are creeping up your back.

Jeon Wonwoo.

You roll around under your sheets, pressing your face into the pillow as you mumble incoherent curses. It was only a one night stand, only a casual fuck, so why are you here still thinking about him? For fuck’s sake he’s Kei’s teacher! You just can’t be having such thoughts about him! Right?

So why are you squirming under the sheets thinking about that night—the way he made you feel things you never could even imagine feeling. “Fuck!” you mutter to yourself, slamming a pillow over your head. You huff lowly, rolling over in your bed, pressing your eyes shut as you hope that if you pretend that you’re asleep hard enough, your brain will actually lull your consciousness away. And for a moment, it works—you’re asleep within a few minutes.The only downside? You may or may not be dreaming about Jeon Wonwoo.

The rest of the week is, thankfully, slightly easier on your heart. You only really go to Kei’s school to pick him and thanks to the valet system in place, you often don’t even have to get out of the car, one of the older volunteer students always helping him into your car.

Kei seems to be having the time of his life as well, always coming back home with saying something along the lines of, “Mommy, today Mr. Jeon taught us this really cool thing…” or “Mommy, Rei and I made up this new game at recess…”—least to say, you’re enthralled that he’s having a good time, and you almost forget about how his teacher haunts your thoughts every night.

It’s Friday now and as promised, you stay behind after school today so you can watch Kei play with his friends for some time on the playground. You’re on your phone, scrolling through some work emails to mentally calculate just how much you’ll have to work tonight to ensure a relaxing weekend. You're in the midst of frowning when you see a shadow approach you from the corner of your vision, although you pay it no mind. At least, not until you hear his voice.

“Hey.” It’s deep and calm and has you thrown back into those thoughts that you've been so desperately trying to avoid. You’re hyper aware of his figure next to you, and the way that his shoulders, his arms, feel so large and protective next to you is driving you fucking crazy.

“Oh,” you murmur in surprise, turning to look at him. “Hi Mr. Jeon,” you greet awkwardly, keeping a bit of distance between you two as you slip your phone into your purse, “it’s nice to see you here.”

He nods. “The feeling’s mutual,” he tells you, and although you figure it’s just a formality, the way he says it with that small smile tugging at his lips has your stomach doing tumbles. “You can call me Wonwoo, by the way.”

“O-okay Wonwoo,” you reply nervously as the air between you thickens, as if you’re both egging each other on seeing who’s going to fold first. You clear your throat before speaking again, “How’s Kei doing in your class? Is there anything I can do at home to help him?”

“Not at all. He’s a good student,” Wonwoo—god, his name sounds so nice in your head—replies almost immediately. “He’s really good at drawing, I’ve noticed.” Wonwoo notices how your face lights up at that comment, the tension on your shoulder dropping slightly as you respond.

“Yeah, he loves to draw at home. I’ve been thinking of putting him in an art class or something where he can practice and stuff,” you explain, eyes flickering over at Kei who’s sliding down some slide with another boy.

“That would be nice,” Wonwoo agrees, and once again the silence returns.

“I should get going now,” you say after a few moments, pulling your phone out to pretend like you’re checking the time. “Kei-Kei!” you call out, and it only takes a few seconds before your son is bounding down the playground and up to you as you crouch down. “Hey buddy, it’s time to go,” you tell him.

“But I wanna play Mommy!”

“Kei-Kei, please? I have to work tonight and you’ve played for almost an hour now.”

He’s frowning deeply and you find yourself almost caving in, but before you do, Wonwoo is speaking. “Listen to your mom, Kei, okay?” His voice is stern yet gentle, and the way Kei’s face softens has relief coursing through your veins.

“Okay Mr. Jeon,” Kei agrees, taking your hand as you stand up. You look at Wonwoo with gratitude.

“Thank you for that,” you say quietly, slightly embarrassed. “We’ll get going now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Wonwoo says casually, pushing his hands into his pocket and stepping back. You’re walking away as you say bye, Kei flashing a grin at Wonwoo as he waves him goodbye. “See you later,” Wonwoo calls out to you. “Hopefully,” he adds and you swear he chuckles when he here’s you choke in shock. You don’t look back out of the humiliation that your cheeks are burning, tugging Kei along as he goes on about the new game he’s made up with his friends.

Jeon Wonwoo might just be the death of you.

The first month of Kei’s school continues to go smoothly. You don’t come across Wonwoo much after that, although that may partly be due to you avoiding him. It’s not as if you dislike him, in fact, it’s quite the opposite—you think you might like him too much.

His face, his glasses, his smile—fuck—the way he’s so kind, so gentle—you can’t seem to find a single thing wrong with him. Everyday Kei comes home babbling a new happy story about Mr. Jeon and what he taught the class, or a new compliment he gave him, and you can’t help but fall for him simply through the words of your son.

It is a little embarrassing, if you’re being honest—having a crush on a man at your big age—but you just can’t help it.

As the month progresses, you find both yourself and Kei get used to things—he seems to enjoy going to school every morning and you enjoy the happy smiles he holds when he returns. Everything seems to fall into a perfect pattern, with nothing seeming to go wrong. Well…that is, at least, until this Friday.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you exclaim, knuckles white as you grip the steering wheel, glancing at the time on your dashboard. Your last meeting ended up longer than you planned but you couldn’t leave, given it was with executives, and now you’re stuck in traffic as you’re already late to pick up Kei. “Ugh,” you groan out, trying to peer over the cars in front of you only to realize that you might be stuck here for a bit.

You’re slightly frantic trying to figure out what you’re going to do—any other day you would have called Jun and asked him to pick Kei up for you, but he’s on a trip with his friend so that isn’t an option right now. Chewing on your bottom lip, you glance at the unmoving traffic and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t think twice before hitting the contant labeled Mr. Jeon, letting out a sigh of relief when you hear the other end pick up your call.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon?” you say quickly when you hear some shuffling on the other side. “This is Kei’s mom.”

He says your name softly before asking, “Can I help you?”

“Hi, yes, I’m really sorry, but I think Kei might be waiting for me at the valet but I’m stuck in traffic and I—fuck—” you mutter when you need to slam the breaks hard. “—sorry for my language—I just don’t know how long it’ll take for me to pick him up and I don’t want him to wait for me too long so I was hoping that there was something you could do so he could wait in the office or something—anything really—just so he can wait somewhere safer while I come,” you blabber.

Wonwoo takes a few seconds to reply, and for a moment you think you might have spoken so quickly that he didn’t hear a single thing you said. “He can stay in my room, if that’s okay with you,” he finally says, and you blink a few times.

“I—really? Tha-that’s definitely okay with me, yeah. That would be amazing, thank you so much Mr. Je—Wonwoo. Thank you,” you ramble, shutting up quickly when you hear a soft chuckle from the other side.

“Yes really. Don’t worry about it, I usually stay in the class after school anyways. You said he’s in the valet?”

“Yes, he usually waits by the tree,” you tell him, and a silence can be heard from Wonwoo as he gets up from his seat. “Thank you again, I’ll come as soon as I can.”

“No problem,” he replies, and with that you hang up, leaning back in your seat as you feel you can finally relax now.

It takes you around another 25 minutes before you’re finally pulling up to the school's parking lot, quickly making your way through the familiar route to Kei’s classroom. Knocking on the door, you peer through the small glass window, insides growing warm and fuzzy at the scene of Kei happy drawing on a desk. It takes a few seconds but then there’s a hand on the knob, opening the door for you.

“Thank you so much,” you let out before you can even see all of Wownoo’s figure.

He laughs and holy hell is it one attractive laugh (since when did you start finding laughs attractive?!). “Stop saying thank you, please,” he groans jokingly. “I might just start feeling bad. Seriously, it’s no problem, I’m usually here for a while anyway and Kei is wonderful company.”

You purse your lips, tentatively stepping into the room as Wonwoo moves for you, arm brushing against yours as you approach Kei. “Hey Kei-Kei, you wanna go now?”

Kei turns to look at you, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “But Mr. Jeon said I could play outside if I wanted!” You turn your head to look at Wonwoo, raising a brow.

“Uh, since the supervisors are still out I said he could play in a bit since I didn’t know when you were going to come,” he explains, and your gaze softens, turning back to your son.

“Okay Kei-Kei, but only fifteen minutes, okay?” you tell him, helping him clean up as Kei makes his way out the door and towards the playground. After putting his stuff away, you pick up his bag and head in the same direction as Kei to follow him, pausing when you feel a hand on your wrist.

“You can stay here, you know?” Wonwoo tells you, a smirk playing at his lips. “I don’t bite.”

You plaster a sympathetic smile through your nervousness, hastily replying, “I know, I just—I’ve already bothered you today and I think I should just head off now.”

“You aren’t bothering me.”

“Okay well,” you counter as you make your way to the door, “what if I just really want to watch my son have fun?”

“You’re really good at this, you know?”

“Good at what?”

“So, you’re just going to pretend like you aren’t avoiding me?” Wonwoo asks with a brow raised, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Heat flourishes at the tip of your ears as you turn away from his gaze.

“I'm not avoiding you Mr. Jeon,” you mutter, suddenly realizing you’ve just been caught in his trap. He takes a step forward and you back up against the wall as he leans in so his lips are ghosting your ear. "Really?" Wonwoo murmurs, "Because I think you're lying." You both stay like that for a few moments before coming to your senses. He steps away with a heavy breath. "I'm sorry. You can get going if you—"

You aren't sure what possesses you in that moment but you just can't allow him to finish what he's saying, grabbing him by the collar and slamming your lips on his. Wonwoo’s arms fly up to your face and cup your cheeks, immediately running his tongue along your lips. The familiar taste of his tongue sliding against yours is something that you thought you wouldn’t experience after that night, but having him with you, right now, like this is enough to have your mind racing—he’s so fucking addicting that you can’t even fathom how you went more than a day without him.

Wonwoo's grasp on your face has you tilting your face, noses brushing past each other as you deepen the kiss, your fingers lacing in his thick locks to hold him close. His lips move so effortlessly against yours you'd even go as far to say you two were dancing, as you stumble back into the wall. Wonwoo presses you against the surface and you let out a gasp as he leans down, kissing you so hard and passionately that it might just suck the air out of you.

And it probably does, considering when you finally pull away from each other you’re gasping for air both from just how long Wonwoo’s lips stayed connected to yours, along with how breathtakingly amazing of a kisser he is. He looks down at you with some sort of sparkling look in his eyes and it has you weak in the knees, gripping onto his hair tighter.

He lets out a low grunt at the action and holy fuck the sound is doing things to you but then you’re both reminded of where you are and what you’re doing and then Wonwoo is stepping back as you let go of him, putting some space between you two. His glasses are slightly foggy and he takes them off to rub the moisture away on his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” You reach for his hand, cutting him off.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, somewhat bashful of your own actions as you look down, “We both did that so uh…don’t apologize.” Wonwoo looks up at you and then back down at your hand holding his, squeezing it comfortingly.

“Okay,” he says gently, reaching for his phone in his pocket. “Can I, uh, get your number? I only have it saved on the school phone…” he asks hopefully, looking up at you as he uses one hand to smooth his ruffled hair, the other holding up his phone in your direction.

Your lips are pressed into a tight smile as you try to hide your cheeky grin. “Of course,” you say maybe a little too quickly, punching in your digits and handing it back to him. A silence settles between you two, but it isn’t uncomfortable like before, no, it’s rather…warm now.

“I…” Wonwoo starts to admit, “…never thought I’d end up in a situation like this.” You giggle and nod your head in agreement. “But, um, I’d like to see where this goes.”

“I like the sound of that,” you reply with a smile, and it's the truth—your stomach tumbles with a good feeling that things might just go your way.

a/n: hope u liked it! i'm super duper excited for this story and was literally kicking my feet writing this so you can expect a part 2 quite soon! in the meantime, please like, comment, and reblog! send me an ask or comment if you'd like to be tagged in part 2!

pt.2

[yandere-arts]

Have you seen the incident of the girl who took a picture with the help of a knife on social media? How would Ghoat.Konig.Alex.Graves. Soap.And Roach (if you're writing for him) react if they accidentally saw us doing this? (Note, we're not dating them) and I'll even send you the makeup photo with the knife I'm talking about. (this is a headcanons request) have a nice daaayyy 🥰

(For female reader)

A/N: thank you so much for your patience sweetheart! Sorry it took so long to get these 😔 I appreciate the request — it was quite interesting to write 💕 for future ref, I don’t write for Roach or Alex Keller (unless you meant Alejandro 😭 ) since I don’t really know much about them 😅 I also decided to do these in yandere! versions as we discussed and some are post-kidnapping bc I had no ideas for pre

TW: yandere stuff, punishment, torture, cursing, stuff that makes the reader cry, assorted BS, König is horny asf but yk me too 😭 — you know the drill :), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

YANDERE GHOST. 💀

Oh, sweetheart. He’s probably THE WORSF GUY TO DO THIS WITH.

I mean, you probably picked up the knife with intentions other than doing your makeup. Even if this is after his year of endless torture just to « train » you, and you’re completely loyal to him (meaning Stockholm Syndrome has already set in), he’s still going to be furious. He’ll definitely think you were trying to leave him.

He likely went looking for you once he realize you weren’t in the bedroom or the living room, and of course he didn’t want to be late to the « date » (in his mind, at least) that would change both of your lives eternally, but when he saw that hunting knife, HIS hunting knife, pressed dangerously close to his favorite part of your face, he forgot about the little velvet box in his pocket.

Ghost probably acted without thinking and snatched the knife away from you instantly, pressing your body into the cold glass of the bathroom mirror. He’ll hold your offending wrist, a grim look in his eyes.

And all the while, you’ll plead and ask, « why? »

His eyes will snap up, a new fire blazing because of your words. « Why would you ever use a knife to do your makeup? Are you crazy, darling? Need to be retaught how to act normally?» (You probably do after everything he’s done to you 😭)

Overall, a very terrible experience. Likely the worst, and he’ll definitely retrain you as a result of this incident. You lost your proposal and « honeymoon bliss » privileges, and now you’re under this vigilant, cold gaze 25/8. It’s for the best, after all, as he doesn’t want his darling s/o hurt.

YANDERE KONIG. 💣

Two simultaneous thoughts. #1: Oh, how lovely, my little Maus is doing her makeup even though she’s so beautiful! #2: What is that in her hand.

And after he « gently » grabs your waist (darkening already present bruises), he demands to know why his knife is in your little hands. He’s angry. He’s furious. And he’s delusional.

König cares far too much for his darling and certainly believes that they are some sort of goddess or angel descended from the heavens. He simultaneously feels that they are too precious and beautiful for this world, but losing them would result in a bloodbath, no matter whose fault it is.

König will be sitting you down after this to talk about why you shouldn’t lay your hands on his filthy weaponry and why you should just keep yourself within his embrace, tucked away from all of reality. (He does the latter speech at least once a day anyway.) He may also express his dissatisfaction more… intimately later. (He likes the way you were gripping the handle of HIS knife.) It depends on if you’ve tried to escape recently or not or if this incident is just another slip-up in a series of unfortunate events (from his perspective.)

Oh, and don’t worry, with this man’s wealth, you’ll probably have some neat tool from Sephora to help with straight eyeliner in a day or two.

So not the worst experience, but still pretty bad and will result in an irritated König (though some of you probably think that’s a good thing…)

YANDERE GRAVES. 🥧

(Yes, I did make his emoji American Apple Pie, and yes, I do think it’s funny asf. Leave me alone.)

 « Watcha got there, doll? Seems a little much for a little lady like you to handle. Here, lemme help, » Dumbledore he said calmly.

Of course, he’s no happy camper when he sees that knife in your hands, but are any of them???

Graves would be one of the most calm of the COD boys in this situation. He’s upset, that’s for sure, and you can feel his pine aftershave burning your nostrils as he snatches the blade away. His tone is neutral but the tightness in his neck and jaw give away his anger. Tread lightly.

This would probably serve as another example to him of why you were so fragile and needed to be locked away in the first place. If he hasn’t taken you already, it’ll happen soon.

Graves would have a very strict ideology of « I’m the only one who can hurt her, and that’s final. » He doesn’t even want you to have control over yourself. He’s so possessive that he doesn’t even want you to be controlled by anyone other than him. (Which also means cutting ties with your friends/family, getting fired suddenly from work, and him always breathing down your neck (sometimes literally.))

You’ll see repercussions for this, but he’ll still go light on you. Don’t forget that he’s a hardened solider, though, so his definition of light might be completely different from any civilian’s.

YANDERE SOAP. 🧼

Probably has the best reaction out of all of them. He won’t be very happy, but he’ll still find the situation a bit funny.

He stands there completely in shock and in awe and a bit frightened of you, but it still brings a chuckle out. Soap will make you think that it’s all a game and you’re just the silliest girlie on the planet until you put that knife down to do mascara and suddenly it and every other sharp object in the house is gone.

I think Soap would be a more laid-back yandere, so he’ll only react poorly if you act poorly (meaning you present a threat to yourself or him.) He’s very lenient though, and once or twice let his guard down for longer than usual. But the minute you do something stupid, he’s internally panicking and scolding you and himself.

Don’t give this poor guy any more problems, please.

Like the others, he’ll have a chat with you. He’s lost a good number of important people in his life and certainly doesn’t to lose another, so if you truly care about him, you’ll listen. That’s his reasoning.

But if you value your freedom and sanity, maybe it’s best to not look a wooden horse in its mouth and allow for an incident like this to happen again. Soap is soft and bubbly around you until he’s harsh and rough.

[xielianlover2]

The first Hualian's kiss was one of the funniest things I've ever read. Every page was funny sjksks.

First, Xie Lian reverting straight (ahem not so straight but anyways) to Crown Prince of Xianle and going who DARES??? Who could!?! NEVER in his LIFE have I been treated this way. If this were anyone else, he would have stabbed them way before they could ever lay their hands on him.

But it's Hua Cheng!! His San Lang. And can ghosts transfer air to me!? Don't ghosts drown?? (Yes, I memorized the kiss scene. My memory is terrible, but I remember this vividly. I need help.)

And he's feeling overwhelmed that he lost his sense of self. He literally felt so overwhelmed he felt like crying. That part just made me sjskksks, feeling many things.

And then they break apart and stare deeply into one another's eyes and there's like twenty paragraphs of Xie Lian's monologue of how everytime Hua Cheng appears he just looks more older, more handsomer, more better, and omg is that a widow's peak??? Look at his eyepatch that exceeds a beautiful murderous aura, which should technically mute his elegance, but it actually balances his good looks perfectly.

Like. Okay, Xie Lian.

Poor Xie Lian. He's in such a rattled state. That kiss was way too amazing, Hua Cheng.

Usually he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. That's normal. Now he doesn't know if he's hungry or sleepy.

And oh, look. He lost his bamboo hat. The hat he had for the last 800 years (shit, don't cry again this is supposed to be funny dammit), gone because of how mind-boggling that kiss was.

"I... I can't find it. I'm leaving now. I'm going home to eat... I need to go collect some scraps..."

Dying. He's so shaken. He's full-on panicking. He's like this is it. Hundred years of locked up and nailed to a coffin is nothing. I finally lost my marbles.

And then Hua Cheng's like "...I'm sorry."

The scream that tore out of my throat lmao. Anyways. I 1000% believe Hua Cheng.exe also stopped working at that point.

Then he was rebooted back online once he realized that Xie Lian was just casually hobbling on his injured foot, which you know had a nail embedded deep into it.

And Xie Lian is just absolutely losing it, especially when he realizes they're in Ghost City.

Not all the ghosts exitingly shouting if Hua Cheng needs help raping Xie Lian 😭😭😭

Oh my gods. That part. And Xie Lian at this point just feeling grateful he lost his 'fake baby' and didn't appear pregnant anymore 😆 (MXTX is really pushing the mpreg agenda, huh?)

And then finally when Xie Lian calms down a bit, his next thoughts are like... the state preceptor only warned me about the wiles of women :((

Nobody prepared me for this!!! So, yeah, Xie Lian, how does it feel to be a demisexual gay.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

A Mended Promise

When you woke up today this was the last thing you would've thought to be staring at in seven years.

You stared at the one who you would sneak off with when you were fifteen, laid your head on her chest or sneak into her bunk.

And Vi stared right back at you.

"...Vi?" You muttered, frozen in your spot, tears in the corners of your eyes as you regarded the ghost of your past.

Vi had her own tears in her eyes as she stared back at you, the picture she had in her mind of when she saw you again left completely.

You stood just mere feet apart once more, staring at her face instead of her back like when she left all those years ago.

"(Name)." Vi finally spoke up, keeping her son down as she quickly hurried to you, and once she did she wrapped her arms around you, enveloping you in a hug you both needed and missed.

Your hands stayed at your sides for a moment, taking in her scent and feeling her arms around you, her head almost in your neck as you wouldn't believe she was breathing.

"How are you…" you muttered, the tears welled in your eyes fell down your cheeks. Vi's did as well, pulling her head from your neck as she lifted a hand to cup your cheek.

"I'm so sorry, (Name). I didn't mean to leave you." Vi cried, shaking her head, her thumb wiping away your tears.

You finally allowed your eyes to soften, the tears kept falling as you finally wrapped your arms around her, tugging her into a strong embrace.

Vi had one arm around your shoulder, the other around your waist as she took you in after seven years.

"I thought you died." You mumbled into her shoulder, clinging onto the jacket she wore.

"I thought you died. I'm so sorry, (Name)." Vi apologized again and again, the guilt of seven years washing over her.

"I won't leave you again. I promise I won't." Vi said once more, reassuring the both of you as you stayed quiet, crying and clinging on to her shoulder.

Vi and you didn't let go, never straying from one another out of fear this wasn't real.

You could barely look at Vi. Seeing how much she was different. Her muscles were more defined, stronger than before.

Her hair has grown but she kept it shaven, losing the haircut you accidently gave her with Vanders clippers when you guys were fourteen.

She had tattoos littering her arms and one on her face, and running your thumb over it as you stared into her eyes once again, it didn't matter.

Because you still saw your Vi in her eyes

The Vi who protected you, loved you, kept you safe, let you lay your head on her chest and lay in her bed. The one you ran through the streets with and hopped off rooftops with.

The one you grew up with, the one who left but was now back.

Your Vi has come back.

And you would make sure this time, she wouldn't leave.

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Request And Taglist: @FensDelight @kaorussgf

[lennaire]

Left Behind

Taskforce141 × Reader

No pronouns used except 'You'

Cw: some swearing, mentions of death, being left behind, threats

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You didn't remember how you got there. Maybe you did.

You weren't really sure with the pain of an obvious dislocated shoulder and possibly a gunshot wound. It was snowing. Is what you first remembered when you came to.

Now, you were trudging through the snow of Britain? You believed so.

A mission. The mission went wrong. Planting charges. Get in get out.

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It was a simple mission. Get in, get information, get out. Nothing you hadn't done a thousand times before. Ghost and Price were on lookout, watching the perimeter and security cams. You, Soap, and Gaz were to go in and find info on a shipment of guns.

Something was wrong. It was your first thought as you began to clear the floors of the apartment building. Getting in was too easy. You scouted the place for months, and you finally found an opening. Your suspicion was proven when all you could was information that you already knew or that wasn't important.

You were quietly chatting with Gaz and Soap over comms when Price shouted that it was a setup.

Men were flooding into the building, and you could a commotion downstairs, where Soap and Gaz were. Price screamed at you all to get out, but the door barged open before you could respond. Instinctively, you dived down behind a crate, but you knew you were shot.

The men began to flood out of the room just as fast as the came in, seemingly forgetting about you. The comms were chaos as the boys were yelling at each other and sometimes yelling at you. One thing did stick out, though: they were planting charges.

Window. Is what you thought as you sprinted across the room and threw your self elbow first, out.

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You were trudging through the snow, thinking that if you got hyperthermia because of this, you were gonna make key chains out of your fingers. That's what the boys would get for Christmas.

You were humming Winter Wonderland to yourself as you continued to trudge along in the snow.

One foot. Infront. Of the other. You sang the song to yourself quietly, much as you did with Winter Wonderland. The Walk the Moon song reminded you of your sister, she was a big fan.

You then remembered why you were trudging through the snow, instead of sitting in a warm evac back to base. Those assholes left you.

You decided that you were gonna punch one of them when you got back, if you got back. The anger quickly died down, you wanted to cry. They left you. They didn't sweep the area, that was evident, if they did they would have found you. So much for "no man left behind", dickheads. There the anger was again.

You decided that you had to get back, just to give them a piece of your mind. You were gonna burn Price's god awful hat, steal Ghost's knives, use all of Gaz's good soap, and break Soap's knee caps.

You kind of found it funny, even as you lay in the infirmary, that you survived because of your anger. You did kick them all in the kneecaps, though.

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AN/ Hello! I've never written before, and I'm not too proud of this. However, I wanted to write it out!

[captain-mj]

I would love a follow-up to amnesia Price x Graves. Maybe some more of 141 visiting him and reassuring him that he's safe, or maybe feeding into his fear of Graves or dispelling it. Price's reunion with Graves once he remembers.

I hope you don't mind but I'm borrowing your spleen... For reasons. (Pokes it with a stick)

Part 1 of amnesia PriceGraves here

Also, don't worry, I had a spare spleen on hand that I can use :)

Graves had... made an error. He had went back in Price's room after a few hours. It was just to get his ring. Yes, it was silly and not anything official but it was his ring.

Graves honestly thought Price was asleep. Ghost had been in not too long ago and set he had convinced him too.

But Price had not been asleep and he most certainly had been getting better. In the past few hours, he had managed to get the strength to pin Graves down. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, Price's hand fit around his throat just like Graves had thought it would.

They sparred pretty often. Not counting when one of them used a dirty trick, they were evenly matched in hand to hand. Price was bigger but Graves was faster. Both smart enough to keep the other on their toes. So Graves knew he could get Price off of him.

But he was worried he'd hurt him. And already his thoughts were getting fuzzy from the lack of air. Price's grip let him get a little air in but not quite enough. His vision blurred.

"What did you do to Simon? Kyle? What the fuck did you do to my men?"

Graves stared up at him, tracing his features. Would Price forgive himself if he remembered?

If. If he remembered.

Graves decided then and there, that he couldn't make Price deal with his death. He slammed up into him and maneuvered them so Price was laying back down, arms pinned.

There would be bruises. He could feel them starting to form, but Price was more important.

"Hope I didn't hurt you, be- John." Graves let go and grabbed his ring. He kept his knee firmly in Price's back to keep him from moving.

"Don't take that. It's my husband's." Price sounded so genuinely distressed as he writhed.

"It's mine." Graves frowned. Oh this was cruel. "My ring. I bought it. It has my initials." He slipped his ring back on. It fit perfectly and Price stared at it.

Graves grabbed Price's ring and dropped it in front of him. He let Price's hand go so he could grab it. His fit snugly too. Price stared up at him, warily.

Graves got off of him quickly. He showed him the inside of the ring.

JP + PG

Price took off his to check the inside. The initials were there. He quickly slipped it back on and glared at Graves.

"I thought you'd stay gone this time."

"I am. Just wanted my ring. Ghost told me you were asleep."

"The bastard. Fucking traitor." Price got up. He moved like a newborn deer. Graves wanted to support him, but he didn't. "I'm taking a shower." His eyes were still glazed.

Graves nodded and despite knowing he should leave, he stayed for a few minutes. He told himself it was just in case Price fell. He was smart enough to leave when the water turned off.

Graves went to sleep in a spare room. It was cold and he had a hard time getting to sleep, but he managed.

His throat had handprints. Both of them very clear. It hadn't hurt that bad at the time, probably because of the lack of air, but it hurt now. The entire area was incredibly tender and painful. Breathing stung just a little, no matter how shallow he tried to do it.

Fine. It was fine.

Graves teared up a little before quickly tucking everything back down. He refused to cry right now. Absolutely not.

The ring caught on his hair as he tried to fix it and he immediately started crying properly.

He wanted his beau to remember him. He didn't care about the bruises or the accusations. He just wanted him to look at him and know who he was.

Graves quickly cleaned himself and left his room. He made sure they were covered, not wanting anyone to be concerned about him.

Soap spared him a pitying glance before sliding a cup of coffee to him. Graves took it, not bothering to mumble a thank you. Soap seemed to get it anyway.

Ghost sighed. "I've been kicked out. He doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

Graves sighed. "Sorry. That was my fault, I told him you were the one that told me he was asleep."

Ghost just shrugged it off. "I'll live. He seems more... aware. Nurses say its a good sign. Also been sleeping a lot today."

Graves frowned and glanced at the clock, realizing how late it was. Jesus. "Didn't mean to sleep so long...."

Ghost shrugged. "You look like you needed it."

It wasn't gradual. It just happened. Price suddenly remembered and the first thing he did was try to leave his room. A nurse got Graves for him since they didn't want him doing too much.

Graves felt awkward. He didn't know why. It had somehow been easier to go in the room with a Price that didn't know him than this Price that did.

Price looked worse than he did the day before but his eyes were blissfully clear. They flicked to Graves and it felt like he was being swallowed.

"Love..."

Graves was not going to cry again. He refused to.

Price pulled him closer and pulled the collar of his shirt down to look at the bruising.

"Did a number on me, John." Graves tried to joke, wincing when Price almost crumpled.

He pressed his lips gently to his throat, but the soft pressure hurt and Graves had to push him away.

"You're still sick."

''Don't leave."

"I won't, John."

Price shook his head. "love... please."

Graves smiled, just a tiny bit. How predictable. "Beau, lay down."

Price laid down and nodded, melting into bed. Graves laid next to him, running his hands up and down his chest.

"i'm so sorry."

"Don't be."

"I hurt you. I said cruel things."

"It's okay, beau."

"I tried to take your ring."

"I got it back, that's all that mattered."

"I want to get married, Love."

Graves's heart started to skip. "When you're feeling better.'

[jessybarnes]

You're Not Alone

Title: You're Not Alone

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Around 900 maybe? I'm sorry I didn't count...

Tags: Angst, fluff, panic attacks, crying, hard to breathe, stress, afraid to ask for help, and I think that's it.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 8: Afraid To Ask For Help

Dedicated To: @sarahrogersevans and @chrisevansdaughter because they're amazing and I love them ♥️

Beta(s): None

You shut your eyes tight as your try and regulate your breathing.

These stress-induced panic attacks are happening more frequently, and it's getting to the point of being unbearable.

Between your college exams, your hours being cut at work, and trying to figure out how you're going to pay your bills, it's taken a huge toll on your body and mind. You know that's what's causing them, and you also know you should ask for help, but you don't. You never do.

Because you're scared.

The only person you trust with your heart and feelings is your best friend, Chris, and even just the thought of being this vulnerable around him makes your anxiety that much worse.

Your knuckles are white as you hunch over the sink in your bathroom. The tightness in your chest makes it feel like you can't draw in a breath and it's then that you realize it's never been this bad before.

You sink to the floor and pull your phone out of your pocket with a shaky hand. You don't want to, but as scary as it is, you find Chris’s contact and hit the call button. The fear of not being able to breathe outweighs all of the other apprehension you have.

He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful, "hey, Y/N! What's up?"

You close your eyes tight again, forcing out what you think is a complete sentence.

"C-Chris?....please....need you....c-can't breathe..."

His whole demeanor changes and his blood runs cold when he hears how distressed you sound.

"Give me ten minutes, okay? Please stay on the phone. You don't have to talk... just... please... please don't end the call."

You drop your phone on the floor next to you and try desperately to take in a deep breath, but to no avail. Every second that passes makes you feel like you're that much closer to losing the battle.

You don't even hear your front door open or Chris call out your name. He wanders aimlessly through your house until he finally finds you.

He opens the door and immediately gets on his knees in front of you, his big, warm hands cradling your face.

"Y/N? I'm here now it's okay... come on, honey, you've gotta breathe for me." His eyes scan your body for any injuries, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finds none.

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut again, "can't..."

"You can, sweetheart. You're so strong, baby... I know you can do this. Come on, do it with me. Breathe in through your nose, hold it for two seconds, and then slowly breathe out through your mouth."

You look into his beautiful, blue eyes and even though it seems impossible, you try for him. His fingertips ghost over your cheek as you take slow deep breaths. Chris coaches you through them, making sure you're matching what he's doing, and soon you can feel yourself starting to calm down.

"That's it, baby... you're doing so good, Y/N."

Chris wipes the stray tears from under your eyes and sits back against the wall before pulling you into his lap. You lay against his chest and listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat while he gently rubs your back.

"Just keep breathing like this for me, okay? I've got you, sweetheart."

"...Thank you."

Chris presses a sweet kiss in your hair and holds you a bit tighter, "no need to thank me, Y/N. You're my best friend, and I love you."

You swallow the lump in your throat and tilt your head so you're looking up at him.

"I just...I didn't want to burden you with this. You're so busy with work and family and I...I just didn't want you to lose an opportunity or something because of what I'm going through..."

Chris shakes his head, "now, you listen to me, okay? You're someone I care about. We've been friends for years, and no job, no movie, or TV show is ever going to take precedence over you. So, you can get that thought out of that pretty, little head of youre, okay baby?"

He cups your cheek and looks deeply into your eyes. "I don't care what day it is. I don't care what time it is. If you need anything...absolutely anything, you call me. I'm always going to be there for you. Day, night, rain, sleet, snow, it doesn't matter. I'll drop everything for you, honey."

You hug him tight and bury your face in his neck.

"I love you too, Chris. So much..."

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

since requests are open and malleus can Hit It For Free, can you do malleus just fucking rearranging m!mc’s guts because m!mc is realy stressed that day? any format is good

Malleus Mating Press.

Male Yuu. Submissive Yuu NSFW. That's really it

Working hard on another Malleus ovi fic that imma title Lay an egg in my ass and fuck my so hard u scramble it based on that one fic I read a long while back. Anyways I'm hoping to clear these reqs soon lmao

It was a long and stressful day, actually scratch that. It was a long and awful week. You could really go for a good nap. Or a cuddle and kiss from your lover. Or a week where you don’t have to use your brain.

Actually, now that you think of it, it has been much too long since you've gotten intimate with your precious dragon boy. Now that won't do. Thankfully, you knew he would be around your dorm soon for his usual nightly outings and hangouts with you. Maybe then you can get him to make sure you don’t use your brain…

The stars were out and the familiar glow of green fireflies surrounded you.

“Child of Man, are you alright? You seem troubled.” The fae spoke, a hint of concern laced in his voice. You grunted in response, standing up and then faceplanting in his chest for a hug, a gesture Malleus recognized.

“Another stressful day, I assume?” The fae wrapped his arms around you. You nodded. “Is there any way I can make you feel better?” Oh yeah, You got this now. “It's been a rough week… Can you raw me?”

You let out a chuckle at Malleus’ expression shifting from surprise to smug amusement, though you didn’t miss the hunger in his eyes…

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“Haah… ah!—“ You sucked in your breath at the feeling of Malleus' hips snapping against you, once again picking up the pace. The fae above you had you completely submissive beneath him, held in the mating press. Your lover’s face meer centimeters away from yours. 

Your legs wrapped around Malleus’ waist as he leaned down you kiss your neck, before sinking his teeth in, yet again, decorating your neck with another mark of his. He let out a small territorial growl as he held onto your neck with his teeth as he thrust into you. Your mind was numb, drunk off his cock, your mind now becoming blank with only the feeling of the heat between your legs and your stiff cock occupying your mind.

Malleus let go of your neck, leaving another kiss on the side of your face before smirking at your expression, if you didn’t know any better, you would probably mistake that damned smirk of his for something purer. The soft and serene look did not match the situation at all as he continues to fuck your brains out.

"O-oh fuck! Malleus!” You arched your back when his cold hand ghosted along your cock, his sharp nails teasing the sensitive flesh, filling your brain with adrenaline. “Malleus!” You knew he loved it when you called his name, the lust that filled his eyes with each cry, proving your point.

“Shit—“ Your body shook as you came over his hand, body, and legs trembling with pleasure as you came, covering your abdomen with your own cum. You panted, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at Malleus, his eyes dark with lust.

“Oh? You can still think? My apologies, Yuu… It seems that I haven’t kept on my promise to ah– ‘fuck you silly’ as you said.” Malleus chuckled before rolling you into another position. “Allow me to amend that…"

[stanchez-fool]

Nightmares, Welcome Back

TW: Suicidal thoughts, suicide (in a dream)

Sea Grunks stuff- I won't post much just to let y'all know.

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Stan leaned on the railing of the ship, letting the sound of the waves lapping against the boat at least try to calm him. Nightmares were a common thing for Stanley Pines. But when they were bad, they were BAD. He was tempted to grab his cigarettes he had brought along without Ford knowing, but he stopped himself and looked up at the inky black sky dotted with stars of all sizes. "Stanley?" He jumped at the voice of his twin from behind him. "Jesus Ford, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days!" He almost-yelled, whipping his head around to look at his brother. Ford paused, looking at him oddly. He glanced down at Stan's hands to notice him shaking. "..Are you alright? How come you're up so late?" Stan turned back around, facing the dark blue sea in front of them. "M' fine, Sixer. Go back to bed." He waved a hand in the air, gesturing back to the bedroom. Ford ignored it, and instead walked closer to his twin, setting a hand on his back. Stan felt the warm 6 fingers settle onto his back, and his shaking subdued slightly. "Stanley.. You know you can't lie to me. What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything.." Stan huffed out a breath, looking everywhere but Ford. "Had a nightmare. Just needa clear my head, alright?" He closed his eyes, thinking of the awful things he did and the awful things he felt. His shaking got worse. Suddenly it felt hard to breath. "Shit-" He husked out as Ford was about to say something. He slowly decended to the floor, grasping his head. It was your fault. a voice whispered. All of it. You shouldn't be here. Ford sat down on the ground with him, saying something that Stan couldn't hear because of his racing mind. A couple tears stung his eyes as they fell down his cheek, but he didn't bother wiping them away. KILL YOURSELF. FORD DOESN'T WANT YOU HERE. HE WANTS YOU GONE AND DEAD. YOU SHOULD BE DEAD. YOU ARE A NO GOOD FUCK-UP AND A SHITTY EXCUSE OF A BROTHER. The voices were cut short as Ford pulled Stanley into a hug. "Stanley. Listen to my voice. Focus only on me." Instead of his tears falling onto the ground, they were now falling onto Ford's hoodie. "It's okay, Stanley. I'm here. Don't listen to anything else but me." Stan shakily raised his arms, hugging Ford back tightly. It pained Ford so, so much to hear his brother's sobs, though Ford knew Stan was long overdue for a crying session. After what seemed like a hour, Stan released from the hug, eyes red and blotchy. "Stanley.. May I ask what your nightmare was about? You don't usually do that.." Stan stood up, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. "S-" He paused, clearing his throat. It hurt from his viscous sobs. "..alright.. Can we head back into the room though? M' freezin'.." Ford nodded, standing up and laying a hand on his brother's back as they walked to the bedroom.

Stan hated the feeling of after he cried. Especially feeling it in front of someone. Though, he seemed to feel less ashamed in front of Ford. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Ford scooted a bit closer to Stan, putting his hand up on his shoulder now. "Nah. You should know." He coughed lightly, slouching over his lap. "It started out as.. Kind of a normal day? Funnily enough, I had just woken up from a nightmare. Out on the porch… Voices appeared. They didn't go away. Later in the day, I tried to tell you about them, but you told me I was going insane. You yelled at me and told me I wasn't safe to be around.. I was kicked off the ship. We were still where we are now, which is in the arctic. You gave me my duffel bag with stuff. It only had my clothes. No food, walkie talkie, nothing. While I was being kicked off, my mind flickered back to me being kicked out of the house. My mind was repeating the words 'Your fault' like if I didn't say it would kill me. Eventually, I stabbed myself in the chest. I became a ghost. It was a.. Cool sensation. You somehow found my body, and when you did, you laughed, saying things like 'Finally!' And.. Yeah."

A second pair of 6 fingers were laid across his back, pulling Stan into a small hug. "Stanley.. Please, please, please, never believe that. I love you so, so much. I could never let you off the ship. You were the one who bought it, after all. It's okay if you hear voices. It doesn't make you insane, and it doesn't make you any less of a person. If I found you dead, I would be dead too." He squeezed his brother tighter. Stanley smiled at his brother, A few tears in both of their eyes.

"..thank you.."

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PLEASE DON'T TAG AS SHIP-

[spinning-stars]

The trail of the Lost- The walk through grief.

Kinda a part two to The trail of the Lost fic I wrote<3 but also not a part 2 at the same time so pretty much a little spin off. I had to make it a cute little ending I'm sorry.

Part 1-Trail of the Lost. Masterlist

Price x Y/n (Gn reader!)

Slight angst, fluff and SFW but with some high tension scenes.

⚠️Warnings- Slight Angst, Mention of death, slight mentions of SH (self harm) and mourning. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!!!!;;

It's been 3 years since Ghost was confirmed as KIA on the trail of the Lost. It was hard for you to say the least, one day you were watching a movie and laying on each other, the next you were curled up in Price's office crying your heart out. Price was there for you through it all. When you were in grief he left you be, making sure to check on you and bring you what you needed. For anger he got you your own room to prevent you from lashing out on anybody but him. He never minded when you lashed out at him, he would try and calm you down but if that didn't work he would excuse himself and say he'll be back in an hour to check up on you. He got you a punching bag and some fidgets to keep you from taking the anger out on yourself. You two started to grow more close, and you began to wonder if you started to develop feelings for Price's caring nature but you never knew if you could take the risk of asking and losing your only support, do you just shoved your feelings down.

Bargaining really through Price for a spin. 141 was going to a bar and you wanted to come, Price was happy to see you want to get out, he thought you were coming to acceptance of Ghost's sad death. He heard you make bargains with yourself but they seemed rather innocent so he didn't pay too much mind, he thought this stage of grief would be rather tame. You and Price clung together and drank, you heavily underestimated how much liquor at the bar you could take and you got badly drunk. Shot after shot you started flirting with Price more and more. Price would get flustered at the sudden flirting but he was also confused. He never thought you'd be that into him, he wouldn't mind being in a relationship with you but he never thought that you would start flirting with him. He snaps out of it when he feels you kiss near his mouth trailing down to his neck. You grab his hand and lead him to the janitor's closet as you push him against the wall, tumbling a bit. Your hand trails up and down his chest, you slowly slide your hand near his belt, "May *hic* I?" You ask. "Y/n... Im sorry, id really love to but your clearly drunk and not thinking straight, I love you I really do. But I'd never do something as big as this without your full consciousness, because I'd never want to be the cause of regret. You've been bargaining with yourself a lot lately as well. Let's just get you home and clean you up, we can cuddle if you would like honey." Price's voice was a bit shaky but loud and clear. You nod as you stubble, Price picks you up and carries you bridal style out of the closet and goes and finds Gaz. "Gaz, you're the only one I trust enough to drive, you also not that big of a drinker and I know you've only had one beer. I'm taking Y/n home, be safe ok? If you need me to pick you guys up from here I can, just call me." Price says once he finds Gaz. "Gaz nods as he pulls out his phone and texts the group chat letting them know as well. Price took you home and you too fell asleep on the couch watching a movie, Price held you close to him like a little teddy bear. Every day he remembers how tightly you held him, how your kisses seemed to stay on his skin despite nothing being there, how you call him 'your sweet boy'. You were haunting his mind with love...

All of this led up to what stage you were in now, depression. Price dreaded the uprising of this stage. He fell in love with you, but he didn't know if you loved him as much as he loved you. Price never wanted to see you hurt, he would do everything in his power to stop it. But this was out of his power, and it ate at him. He knew he couldn't stop it from happening but he made sure to take care of you. You two would brush your teeth together, cook and eat together, sleep beside each other, and much more. He tried to stay by you as much as he possibly could, he wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. He would even beg you to do a spa day with him every week. It wasn't really a true spa day but neither of you minded, you just wanted to be close and comforted by him and he just wanted you to be happy and to feel like you're not alone.

About 3 months have passed since the start of the stage when you started to feel better. You got back up on your feet, you came down and ate breakfast with the 141 team, you started dressing up more, and taking care of yourself without the reliance of Price's motivational talks. You slowly started to recognize your feelings for Price but that voice in the back of your head made you never get the courage to ask him out. You came into Price's office with 2 mugs of tea. "Sorry it took me a while to come here, I wanted to bring you tea because you asked me to come over." You say walking up closer to Price to hand him the tea. "Thank you honey." He said while blowing on the tea before taking a long sip. "I've called you into here to say something important," Price said, breaking the silence. He sets down the tea and opens a drawer on his desk. "Close your eyes please" he says while reaching into the drawer. You close your eyes and you wait till you hear his voice. "I don't want this to tear apart what we have but it's hard for me to not ask this, you can open your eyes." He smiles. You open your eyes and see him holding your favorite flowers, a love letter and a box of chocolate. He looks at you with a nervous smile before speaking again. "I hope I didn't go overboard, but will you be my lover?" He asks. A smile spread across your face as you hugged him, "yes!" You yelled while squeezing him. He puts down the stuff and hugs you back, you share a few seconds of eye contact before you two kissed.

You never forgot Ghost and what you two once had, he would always have a place in your heart. You and Price became a cute couple, and you realized something a bit corny. The kiss was much more than a celebration of a new couple, it's a celebration of how far you and Price came into bringing you to your final stage of grief, acceptance.

Authors note- Hiii requests are open 💞 I think I like this story more than the first trail of the Lost. Have a lovely day<3

[overwatchfics]

can we get some "character returns from a long mission" headcanons and just get some nice reuniting fluff? I'm honestly down to see anyone with this prompt so write for whoever you want! (if you want/need a specific character(s), maybe the shimadas? but i'm being serious when i say i will read no matter who it is lmao)

Character Returns From long Mission (Kiriko & Widowmaker)

A/N: I'm going to make another one of these with Reinhardt, I'm not remotely attracted to him in anyway, but I swear he gives good hugs. I chose Kiriko and Widow bc they are my fixation rn.

Kiriko

It had been a couple of weeks since Kiriko had left with her group to take out a Hashimoto armory, she had said the mission would only have taken a week. It had been three weeks.

You were just sitting on the couch getting ready to sleep, as you had been sleeping there for the last 2 weeks waiting for her to come home. The bedroom has been left un-touched simply because you could not bear to sleep in there with you.

The doorbell rang throughout your silent apartment, and you swore if it was Genji checking in on you for the 100th time you were going to lose it.

You look through the peephole of the door, but there was no one on the other side.

Maybe a package?

You opened the door and noticed that a box of a dozen doughnuts lay at your feet, a sticky note of a hastily drawn heart on the front.

Turning around, you notice a paper trail of familiar ofudas trailing into the hallway.

Setting the donuts down on the counter, you feel your legs carry you before your mind processes what your body is doing.

Following the paper trail, you open the door and step in, but no one is there.

The bed is littered with rose petals and a couple candles are lit around the room

Warm breath ghosts its way past your ear and a familiar voice is carried upon it.

Hey there miss me?

In seconds, you turn around and throw your arms around no other than Kiriko

You're definitely sobbing and if you're crying, she's crying too.

She becomes your anchor as she holds you tightly to her, one hand rubbing your back and the other carding through your hair

You pull back and start to sputter, but it's hard through the tears

Kiriko pulls you back into her arms Shhhh baby, I'm here now, I'm here. I missed you too, those long nights out were too cold without you by my side

The two of you sway side to side lightly, and the candles continue to illuminate the room

Kiriko pulls her head back a little and silently kisses the tears away and wipes the streaks of them left on your face

She cradles your face gently in her hands and brings you in, lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

The way she kisses you, is delicate, like you were going to break under any pressure.

Her breaths get heavy, and the kisses become more fervent, her arms go to your waist as she leans over you further, dipping you onto the bed.

Your first night back together would be an unforgettable one

Widowmaker

You knew Amelie was going on her longest mission yet, you knew Talon missions also got delayed even further. She's been gone from her chateau for close to three months

Sombra was the only one sneaking you any sort of updates that she was alive, but nothing more. You appreciated the gesture, but it was never truly enough

Now you wait on the railing of the balcony looking out at the moon and the stars as they were your only company that you knew of.

You have an odd feeling of being watched, your gaze flickers to various parts of the chataeu, and you come up with nothing, instead you opt to make some hot to tea before going out on the cold balcony again.

Once finished, you make your way back outside, and sigh wistfully into your mug of tea.

The feeling of being watched still doesn't leave you, but at this point you're led to believe it's paranoia.

That is until you feel hit breath by your ear

Bonjour chéri~

You jump and run to see your lover, the Widowmaker with her visor fully activated, upside down on her grappling hook, a hand over her mouth in a poor effort to stiffle her laugh.

Forgive me, I simply could not resist, allow me to make it better

Amélie turns off her visor and it sheathed back in place revealing her glowing yellow eyes (She has glowing eyes and you can't stop me)

Still upside down, she snakes a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. You feel the stain if her lipstick against your mouth and it's a welcome feeling.

Amélie pulls away, rotates herself to where her feet touch the ground, and she offers you hand

Come with me I have something to you chéri. Be sure to hold on tight.

You blink at her and she just gestures her eyes towards her hand

You press into her side allowing her to pull you close, she grapples onto the rooftop, and guides you to a flat spot to where she has a spot set up with a blanket, a vase with a singular rose placed in it, a picnic basket, some candles, and a bottle of wine.

A light gasp manages to squeeze its way past your lips, you can tell she's put a lot of work into setting this up.

Then you notice the view of the moon and its ethereal reflection in the waters surrounding the chateau.

Amélie watches as you take it all in and she approaches silently and wraps her arms around you from behind, her chin atop your crown in a gesture of affection.

She feels your body begins to shake, and for moment Amélie begins to worry she messed up, that is until she feels a couple drops hit her arm and sniffles are to be heard. You started to talk about how you've missed her and how the bed has grown cold in her absence.

Amélie is quick to turn you in her arms, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your tears with and proceeds to pepper your face lightly with kisses. She reassures you, she'll be home for a long while.

She dips you lightly, and let's her mouth lock with yours in passionate kiss thay has you helplessly leaning back into the arm that's supporting you.

Amélie pulls back slightly, pulling you to your feet and placing her hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the romantic set-up

Come on chéri, the wine will not drink itself.

A/N: <3333 I love My aim reliant girls

[pearldog30]

The guys finding out you were SA.

Ghost, Rudy, Soap, Alejandro.

So I know this is a heavy topic. and as someone who's a victim of it as well, I am coming into this with 100% respect. And in a way this kind of helps a little bit of my own trauma, writing about it. and how they would comfort you if that makes sense. (I know there's warnings but please do not read this, if it triggers you. I'll be coming out with some other lighter stuff soon, so you can look forward to that 🖤) and if you are a victim, my apologies go out to you. I hope you are doing better, and get the help you deserve.

This is a, gnreader. (For obvious reasons it can happen to anyone, it doesn't matter who you are.)

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| talk of SA, a little angst. Comforting fluff (I don't know if it's a thing but it is now), mentions of PTSD panic attacks.

Ghost 👻

You and Simon were outside in the backyard, stargazing on this beautiful night. talking about life, y'all been together for a few years. but there's still some things you guys didn't fully know about each other. this being one them. as y'all were talking you brought up what happened to you, before you got with him. and this made the light mood, you guys had going change quickly.

He quickly, but quietly, sits up from where y'all were laying. looking at you in disgusted. But not at you of course! at the person who could have done something so harsh, to one of the most kindest of souls he's ever met. It may be dark, but you feel his gaze on you darken in anger, and rage. He may not tell you in this moment, but since he went through the same thing. it just makes him even more pissed off at the person who did this. because he knows what it feels like having something taken away from you, that will never be given back.

You sit up, meeting his eyes. You try to change the subject, but he stops you. "Simon it's ok I've healed from it" you say trying to soothe him. "OK I-.. fuckin hell." He starts off strong, but he quickly contains himself. before he carries on gathering his thoughts. "Everything that happened is the farthest thing from okay... Fuck I'm sorry..." He whispers the last part, as he looks down to the ground. and you can tell he feels guilty he wasn't there to protect you. even though y'all weren't even in a relationship, when it happened. "Simon please don't start blaming yourself. that happened way before we were together" you interrupt him and he looks back up to you, meeting your face.

He gently puts his hand up to your face, and in that touch you could feel everything he was promising to you, even though he wouldn't vocalize it. The promise he was making to the both of you that he'd be there to protect, take care of, love, and respect you, with everything he has. And God damn it he will.

Soap🧼

You were getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel. stepping in front of the foggy mirror, catching a glimpse of your body in it. a Pacific scar you had reminded you of your past, and that's what broke you. You were already having a bad week to begin with, and this was just icing on the cake.

You were leaning against your bathroom wall, broken, and crying. when you hear the bathroom door slightly open. "Bonnie you okay?" You hear your favorite Scottish accent, breakthrough your quiet hiccups. He walks in, and the site just breaks his heart. he's never seen you this broken. you always kept it hidden from him cuz you didn't want to burden him with it. Looking up from the scar on your body, meeting his gaze. it breaks him even more than he already thought it did, seeing how puffy and red your face is from crying. He looks down to where your eyes once were, catching the scar on your body that still haunts you to this day. And it can't help but make his curious little mind Wonder. with some of the most darkest of thoughts of what could have happened to you.

He reaches his hand out, to try to graze his thumb against the lightly colored scar. but you back away from him "please.. not right now johnny" you say with pain in your voice. You hated pushing him away, but in times like this. you didn't want to have to explain anything to anybody. He gently reaches his hand down with yours, intertwining your hands together. bringing your soft, clean knuckles up to his mouth. gently kissing each knuckle as his way to apologize. "Ya know Bonnie.. you don't have to talk about it. but I'm always here to listen, no matter what. and it might help having an someone to talk" he says gently. still staring at you with the biggest, softest, puppy dog eyes. You shake your head at his words, he may not be the best when it comes to this. but he always let you know, he loved you no matter what.

Later that night you gained the courage to tell him. and he can't help but just wrap you in his embrace, to make sure you know he'll always protect you. from this cold, hard world. Since you cannot see his face, and he's definitely not going to tell you. but it infuriates him knowing such a disgusting, nasty, animal of a human being. could be capable of doing something so utterly bad to other people.

Alejandro 🔥

You were laying on y'all's share bed staring at the wall, you're mine aimlessly, wondering. and something out of nowhere triggered you. that reminded you, of your past. and you could feel your eyes begin to break, and tear up. Just as you started to let the tears fall, you hear your bedroom door open. seeing it's your gentle lover, Alejandro. You quickly wipe your eyes, so Alejandro doesn't see the evidence of you've been crying.

But he notices, he notices every time. He's so sweetly walks over, and sits on the edge of the bed. You sitting up meeting his eyes, and he knows something's wrong. "Mi amor you okay" he says, pleading with you to tell him something. the past few months you haven't been acting the same. "No I'm okay I promise" you say with a crack in your voice. and this just breaks him"please just stop with the lies I know you're not" he says, still pleading with you. But you can't tell him, cuz you know when he finds out it will break him. and he'll blame everything on himself. the fact that he's been gone, busy with the 141, and the bass, you know he's been stressed. and he doesn't need this on top of it. "no. really I'm fine" you respond still not wanting to say anything.

"please, just please! stop lying to me and tell me what's going on. I know whatever it is. it's been killing you, and it's starting to kill me" he says as he tries to keep back his own tears. And this is what makes you break. Seeing him so worried, so concerned, yet filled with so much love for you. You finally decide to let him in, and tell him. When you finish, he can't help but apologize. "I- I'm so sorry please forgive me! I wasn't here to protect you. FUCKK! I am so so sorry" he says through tears. And you can't help but hug him, his touch is the comfort you've been needing. But he's hesitant to hug you back, but he can't help but just to fall into it your touch.

And little did both of you guys know this is the night you guys needed. everything that's happened has taken a big toll on your relationship. And getting everything out there is exactly what you guys needed, in order to heal. to be better partners for each other.

Rudy🥺

You were sitting with Rudy on his couch, at his place. you've only been together a few months, and things were moving rather quickly, not that either of you mind. y'all were madly in love with each other.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his side, protectively. Using his other hand he gently rested on your chin, guiding you up to his lips. when out of nowhere this made you snap, pulling away from him quickly. tears covering your face. Looking at you as if he hurt you, this made him shake, feeling like he's the worst person on Earth, for simply trying to kiss you. Before he could speak you quickly interrupt him. "I-I'm sorry... pleasee don't, I'm disgusting you don't deserve this" you said, before you turn to leave. but he gently grabs your arm, as if you were made out of the most fragile glass known to man.

He gives you the most concerned, charismatic, look known to man. filled with so much love, and worry all at once. "Mi amor what's wrong?" He says so softly, so gentle, and that's what makes you break. "Something happened to me.." you say through a hiccup. And this makes everything inside him drop, he knew exactly what you meant by that. he approaches you so slowly, yet so caring, careful to not trigger another panic attack. He stretches his arms out wide "is it okay if I hug you" he says trying to hold back, his own tears. You nod your head, and walk into his warm, safe from the world, comforting, embrace. And he rocks you back and forth, hushing you ever so gently. "You don't have to tell me what happened, or talk about it, I know it's a lot. but please don't ever think you are disgusting because of what happened. because you are not, you are more than kind, and amazing. and that was not your fault, you did not deserve that" he says through a hiccup, while a tear runs down his cheek. whispering those soft, sweet words. that you didn't know you needed to hear.

(Rudy always gets looked at as the soft, calm boy. but I feel like he's in a way, like ghost. because if he ever found out who it was God help them)

And that's going to be the end for this, I know it's probably shit. but I just wanted to get something out here for you guys, cuz I haven't posted in a while. and the whole Simon little sister thing honestly drained me. I just hope you all enjoy what I could give. Anyways I hope you are having a nice day/night wherever you are. reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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SnowJanus Week Day 2. Canon Divergence . Dear Coryo... I feel like I'm losing my mind.

The nightmares that plagued me are only getting worse. Today you died among rainbow snakes, and Marcus is still hanging from the rafter, like a bloody angel, reminding me of my sins. And as usual I could do nothing but mourn your losses, drowning in tears instead of saving both of you.

I woke up crying and my Ma came running to my side, in a vain attempt to calm me down. The poor thing does nothing but tear her nails to shreds, when she thinks no one sees her because I'm an absolute mess. I wish I didn't worry her so much. She doesn't deserve to be so restless, but I have no idea how to help myself. Getting out of bed, seems impossible with each passing day, and all I want to do is rot in the sheets.

It's selfish. I know. But I have promised her to try harder to keep on living? and so I keep on going to my therapist even though my sessions continue to come to nothing. I have signed up to have a stranger repeat to me what my father tells me all the time: that I am lucky, that I waste every opportunity life offers me with my pessimism and everything would be better if only I would change my attitude-

Sejanus takes the eraser and decides to erase that last part. Remembering with regret, that in reality Coriolanus would agree with those words, he was always so suspicious of what he called Sejanus ' capricious attitude. He frowns at the discomfort at those words, until he pauses at the blank space left on the sheet, and the discomfort of what he is doing hits him.

Was he really complaining to Coryo, about his sad existence as a privileged child, while he was living in poverty for almost a decade without telling anyone, without asking for help, and still getting perfect grades? Coriolanus whose attitude was controlled and polite, whose appearance was neat and shiny, Coryo the perfect citizen, who starved, and sacrificed everything so that in the end the Capitol, would punish him for his kindness, by saving the life of a girl from the districts, with whom he fell in love -and whose fate no one knew. Almost as if she had disappeared in the wind after her victory.

Coryo's future was doomed.

Forced to be a peacekeeper, unable to study at the university, with Sejanus, and unable to fulfill his dreams. Once, before the ill-fated tenth games, Coriolanus smiling as he rarely saw him, told him that his grandmother had always believed he could become president of Panem. And while he always appreciated the comment as a simple demonstration of her affection, he had begun to consider the possibility seriously in recent years.

President Snow. The idea might be fantastic, but now it was impossible. He was far away, and not only that, but the Snows had lost their ancestral home in the Corso, and the Plinths had moved in just below, like usurpers, moving into a new apartment they didn't need. Guilt twisted his insides and Sejanus wanted to tear up his letter, not to send anything this time, until he could think of something better to say, because he could not burden his only friend with his irrational worries, when he had bigger problems and he only stopped himself from doing it, because he remembered that letters, is the only thing they will have for 20 years.

Letters that arrived every fortnight.

Did Sejanus really want to waste this opportunity? His therapist's voice echoed, and he had to agree with him. He wrote where the ghost of the letters of his fury lay:

I miss you so much. I hope you are well. Tell me all about your training. You'll do great, I have no doubt about it, you've always been so talented and smart, and your father was an important Colonel. I'm sure it's in your blood.

Are you thinking of taking the officer's exam? With the certificate we sent you you can qualify, you just need to study and... . Almost all my fanfics are divergences from canon so I took the opportunity to delve into certain details of my fav creation: Suffocation Timeline one and for which I am finally writing a sequel :)

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Random Senerio w/ Katsuki Bakugou

For Context: This is a self-insert 1-shot about adapting to life in Japan (specifically earthquakes). I might make more of these because I'm very well aware of how debilitating culture shock can be. I was an exchange student for 10 months in the Czech Republic at 16-17. Obviously, Japan and Czech are VERY different, but I thought this was fun to write, so just enjoy!

My entire body was trembling as I walked through the pitch-black hallways trying to find at least some light. There had obviously been an outage from the earthquake. It was 3 am when the tremors jolted me awake. I needed to find someone awake to sit with. Being alone in the dark was driving me crazy.

Because of the lack of light, I found myself stumbling door to door, knocking lightly and getting more and more anxious as no one answered… That was until someone finally did, but it wasn't who I expected.

"Who the hell is-" Katsuki looked down at me in my disheveled state trying to make sense of why I was at his door.

"The earthquake woke me up," I say in a shaky voice trying not to cry, "and it's really dark because the power went out."

"And why is that my problem?" He sounded so angry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore and started quietly crying, turning away from him.

Katsuki's heart sank as he watched me cry. He stood there for a moment just staring, trying to think of what to do before noticing the goosebumps on my arms. He stepped back inside for a moment to grab the blanket off his bed.

“Here,” he grumbled, handing the soft green blanket to me, “Get in before I change my mind.”

I proceed to wrap it around myself and walk inside quickly. I make it to the edge of his bed, then look back at him, his eyes were the most noticeable with the dim light from the moon. 

“Just crawl over to the wall and I’ll sleep on this side,” his voice was softer now, but still agitated. 

I nod, doing as he asked, trying my best not to make too much noise as my nervous system finally calmed down till I felt the aftershock hit. 

“Willow, It’s fine,” Katsuki rolls his eyes as I start breathing heavier, “What? You never felt earthquakes before?”

I turn back to shake my head no. Tennessee only gets tornados, floods, and the occasional tropical storms coming up from the aftermath of hurricanes down in the Gulf. 

Katsuki just stared at me, “So you… don’t have those in America?”

“California does, and maybe some other states on the west coast, but not Tennessee.”

He hummed, seeming to understand why I reacted so severely now, “Well, trust me; this is nothing. I’ve felt a Magnitude 7. Now that shit is scary. These little tremors are nothing.”

“I’ve had a tornado go by my house,” I explain, “It was only an F2, but still.”

“Tsk,” Katsuki laughed, “I could probably take one of those out with an explosion.”

I start laughing, “You think you could take out a tornado?”

“If I can make them, I can break them can’t I?” He asks, nudging my shoulder. 

“Maybe the tiny ones, but an F5? There was one down in Huntsville when I was a kid that took out whole neighborhoods and dropped pieces of buildings in my front yard an hour away!”

His eyes widened, “Now that’s fucking scary.”

“Right?! And they can crop up anywhere. Unlike hurricanes where you have time to prepare, they’re just there in a flash.”

Kats nods, eyes heavy and sleepy as he lays down, “Now, why would be scared of a silly little earthquake when you face that shit at home?”

I pause as he stares at me, “Well… it’s new… I don’t know what to expect.”

He breathes out and closes his eyes, “Then just come stay with me, but don’t tell anyone I let you in here or dunce face will be on my ass about it.”

I smile, jumping again as we feel another, much lighter aftershock. I instinctually reach out for something as I feel the earth beneath me shift only to land on Katsuki’s biceps. When I finally realize what I’m holding, I feel his hand ghost over mine as he looks up at me. 

“Finding an excuse to cop-a-feel, Sparkle face?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he laughs. 

I shake my head, “No- I just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“If I was mad I would have said so,” he whispers, gliding his thumb over my knuckles, “Now lay down and go to sleep. We have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah- Right, of course,” I lay next to him. My hands were still on his arm as he continued his ministrations. His hands were so gentle and abnormally warm. It lulled me into finally closing my eyes and leaning my head into his shoulder. 

“G’night…” I just barely hear him whisper in my ear before sleep finally takes me for the rest of the night.